Violence 1

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I believe: Violent imagery, stories, imaginations, and narratives increase the acceptance of such behavior by the great mass of a society; This same imagery, etc. increases the tendency to increasingly sophisticated, final, and satisfying forms of violence by a select sub-group of a society; The acceptance of the great mass of the society, thus, effectively enables the sub-group in in quest for horror. With such enabling, the sub-group grows in size. At this point, you may think "Virginia Tech", or "John Muhammad", or "Natalee Holloway", or what have you. In the past, bullying occurred. It was violent behavior and often called forth violent behavior in reply. In a place called "Columbine", those who were bullied refined their response into an "Endlosung" - a final solution. Herein, we see the wicked wedding of Reason and Analysis and Violence again. We have already seen it in warfare. War was nothing compared to what it became under the rein of Reason when Professional Scientists created and continue to create hellish weaponry. Under the kingship of Torture, Violence, and Mayhem parading as Governmental Policy, we are setting the stage for our own Wagnerian "Gotterdammerung"........... Ah, what gods we were! So sublime in our aims! So ethereal in our means! We were the greatest nation ever! We were indeed. We still could be if we would divorce ourselves from the Scripture of Disaster, the Fear of End of Times, the Pastor Hagees who PowerPoint the mathematics of Death and Rapture! It is now a Godless generation. (To be with God, it is not enough to cry "God! God!" all the time. It is nothing to say Jesus is your savior. Your words cannot move the hearts of men nor stop your own wars. Your words cannot move God.)

We are missing God. We are missing the stories that come from God.

The missing stories of heroes are the stories inspired by God. They are missing because we no longer have such stories. We have none at all.

AND we are so corrupt that during this war we had to conspire to fabricate hero stories. We lied about Pat Tillman. How can you be so corrupt and low as to lie about a soldier who gave his life for his country? We had to. There is nothing heroic anywhere, so we have to fabric it in the Goebbelsian Factories of our 1984 Fuseli nightmare ... and send it to the Coulters to read on the compliant Media.

(It reminds me of the children's song:

Papa Goebbels dead and gone,

but his memory lingers on.

When his mood was one of bliss,

he'd tell jolly lies like this.)