THAT BEAST MANKIND

Well, we know there are people who are starved for surrender, starved for submission. We know there are people who bark at their employees all day and then, out of some feeling of who knows what, like to turn completely around the situation where they are in complete control and put themselves completely under someone else’s control.
And around this time, we went out and thought about evil and that something was very wrong somewhere, maybe just in the movies where someone does something evil, yet you love that person as you’ve never loved a person in a movie before. You love them much more than an employer who simply barks at his employees and then at the end of the day licks someone else’s boots.
We’re on the trail here of human despair, where you feel the utmost coldness to everything good and normal and beautiful; and the utmost attraction to everything evil, weak and confused. Even for the evil, weak, and confused people themselves who deceive and manipulate the good people.
The location where this evil and manipulation of the good by the bad takes place is important. Often it’s in a house with mirrors and many flowers. And gold. And coldness. The sort of house you have when you have a lot of money and in which you don’t feel comfortable. Just rich.  In these houses feelings blossom like the huge weird plants in the trees of California, and the light is totally unnatural.
The banquet hall of one of these houses was illuminated by candlelight. Good and bad people waltzed in and out. Some were on fire from having stood too close to the glowing coals. And some spoke words fit for the worlds of both the living and the dead.
Here are some of the words they used:
“Poor, yet full of life’s enchantment, once we walked the righteous highway. Sacred to us then were noble things. Mean things we left on the byway.
“Honor, shame – how those dogs had chased us.
“Guilt, innocence, fault  and blame  – they chased, they chased.
“Good and bad. They got us good. Man oh man they got us good.
“Oh fellow man,” whispered an evil one. “Why did you oppress me? Why did you destroy me? I did you no harm.”
“Blame, fault, honor, shame, they chased, they chased. Good, bad, right, wrong. We couldn’t run fast enough.
“Then we turned and yielded to our fury. Guilt, blame, horror, shame, good, bad, right wrong. Murder, robbery and plunder. Without the slightest pity we tore that beast, mankind, asunder.”
Yoo hoo,yoo hoo. There’s a storm coming.
March on. March on. A thousand sunsets and sunrise light the way to our demise.

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About judyjablow123

In my youth I was a world class tournament golfer. I earned an MA in history at NYU, after which I knew I had had enough of academia. I have remained a student of history. I have a strongly personal - almost entirely negative- take on the contemporary pharmaceutical and mental health industries. That was the impetus for my Bluepolar blog, which will also include stuff on sports, history and anything else that strikes my interest.
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