The Antithesis of Society ~ 1 Quick Limerick #075

 

How to thwart the mass murdering creatures?
The dolt prez sez he’d arm our schoolteachers!
The butchers? The bakers?
The candle stick makers?
And our Pope? Rabbis? Priests? Clerics? Preachers?

Limerick lines 3 and 4 ATTRIBUTION

The irony here…

• While… to the best of my knowledge… arming theologians is not yet part of the fake prez’s preposterous game plan, the operative word is YET. Yep, nothing enforces, “Thou Shalt Not Kill” better than a pistol packing Pope, right?  (←btw that’s sarcasm)

• The notion of fighting fire power with fire power is idiotic. A nearly 100% armed to the teeth society could not even act as a deterrent towards mass murderers… a.k.a. terrorists. Considering how these gun nuts oft are suicidal and depending on first responders… in this case vigilantes… to shoot them, this might even cause an upsurge in terrorist attacks.

• The number of incidents of innocent bystanders accidentally getting caught up in the daily, ubiquitous crossfire and expiring would be staggering.

• The resultant Wild West, bullets flying anarchy would be the antithesis of society.

 

 

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Sunday Song Series “Bares” It All

 

I welcome you to week #14 of our Sunday Song Series. Once upon a time, the late Scott Weiland (musician / singer / songwriter of the 1990s band Stone Temple Pilots) spoke of this week’s musical offering…

Naked Sunday is about organized religion. About people who tell others what to do and what to believe. They switch off people’s minds and control the masses. It gives me a feeling of isolation, when I think about it. Organized religion does not view everyone as equals.”

When I think about it, too, I feel a need to expound / expand on Mr. Weiland’s sentiments. Let’s consider the devastating effect, which terrorists, televangelists and pedophile priests have had on organized religion… the multiple thousands of lives they’ve ruined. OBVIOUSLY, their deplorable and/or deadly deeds, can never solve any of our worldly woes… only severely worsen those that already exist and even add more to that already too long list.

It beats the hell out of me how anyone could ever believe that persecution, perversion, violence and homicide / mass murder could ever result in the betterment of humankind. The only thing worse than their attempting to add fine print clauses to abrogaate a commandment such as Thou Shalt NOT Kill is for them to attract “disciples” who’ll blindly follow them to the ends of the Earth. Each and every time that occurs, that’s one step closer to the end of Earth.

Look, I’m not saying organized religion is intrinsically bad… so long as the devout keep it all in the proper perspective.

It matters not which respectable religious sect strengthens / elevates our souls… so long as it also strengthens / elevates our interpersonal relationships and, eventually, society as a whole.

To successfully accomplish this, people must understand that our Creator is not a slacker who’d ever need to outsource tasks to mere mortals. And, since no, one, respectable religion is better than the other, our Creator does not expect us to proselytize either.

So what, pray tell, should be the duty of the devout?

Doncha think that living the Golden Rule would suffice? Hell, that can and does work out fine for agnostics / atheists, too!

Our Sunday Song Series will continue seven days from now.

 

Halcyon Days Lost… Forever?

 

 

Month / Day: Nine / Eleven… Year: Twenty – Naught – One,

We all lost, sense of safety, our Days Halcyon.

Despite fifteen laps, which we’ve jogged ‘round our Sun,

Still nowhere to hide. Still nowhere to run.

 

Be it al Qaeda or ISIS, or lone wolves, homespun,

Be it suicide bomber or crazed sniper’s gun.

Each insurgent’s first goal is to shock, awe and stun,

Their surprise element can’t be thwarted, undone.

 

The stick figure dispassionate, bare boned skeleton,

Once gutted of values, compassion they’ll shun.

The body count mounts, victims’ souls jettison,

Perhaps peace exists ONLY in O-blivion?

 

War on terror is futile, no truce can be won,

Each tactician in dispute is a simpleton.

Just whom do troops conquer? Zip, zero none!

Can we rise from the FALL of ol’ Twenty – Naught – One?