by Charles S. Oaxpatu
This Trumpian evil is so great, so expansive, so powerful, and so deeply pervasive that no human beings stand even the slightest chance of prevailing against it. If there is nothing supernaturally good to overcome it, this evil will send down a wide, deep taproot like an oak tree, and it will stand forever in this country—especially if it is given four more years. If there is something supernatural with the power to overcome this evil, it needs to rush here fast and do its work thoroughly. Me? I am on the verge of surrender.
The American people as a whole do not understand what is happening, and worst of all, they simply do not care. As long as they can pay the rent, put gas in a working car, and suck on the biggest Krispy-Kreme doughnut they can find, all is well with them and all is right with the world. They did not listen to their K-12 American history teachers or study the lessons in their American civics courses—and their ignorance and apathy will eventually bite them like a shark—but by then—it will be far, far past too late to salvage anything good.
You recall the famous Irish poem below. It is good advice, and perhaps I should have listened to it more closely five years ago:
You cannot do anything about this evil either. Whatever you try to do as a mere human being will leave you with nothing but empty hands and more heartbreak. Only something supernatural can end all of this evil and misery that began on November 8, 2016.
I have tried as hard as I could for the past five years here at the blog. It has all been a waste of my time and your time. The Christian Fundamentalists and Conservative Evangelicals—in the midst of their never-ending spiritual arrogance and self-appointed righteousness—will declare that God has overcome this blogspot on their behalf. I refuse to believe that God works on the behalf of evil incarnate, which is exactly what Fundieland and its inhabitants are in the United States today. On some future last day of God’s own choosing, when all has been said and done, I hope Jesus will say to me or one of you:
Hi guys. I love you all. See this thing in my right hand that looks like a basketball? This sphere is not a basketball. It is a congealed black hole that contains all of Fundieland and all of its past inhabitants—going all the way back to 1920. I was going to toss this unholy mess into the Lake of Fire myself—but then it occurred to me that one of you might like to be my faithful servant one more time—and do it for me. Here—catch—and I will do the countdown: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4…
If you want to vote against Trump in the election on November 3, 2020, please feel free to go ahead and do it. However, it will not do any good. Whatever evil force has this country in its grip right now is far too powerful to be overcome by human agency alone.
Physically, I can no longer stand for long periods of time at my polling place. I made it through the line with great discomfort and a lot of help from others to vote blue in 2018. Unfortunately, I live in Tennessee, one of the reddest of all the red states. My vote does not count in a state destined to vote for Trump by a multiple, double-digit, and fully winning margin.
The Southern Baptist Convention, which is headquartered in Nashville, owns the entire State of Tennessee and everyone who lives in it—even the ones of us who are not Southern Baptists. They dictate the social climate, atmosphere, regime, and values of the state—and everyone has to live knuckled under to whatever dark cloud they dictate.
Bruce Gerencser thinks he has it bad in rural northwest Ohio. Bruce—I triple-dog dare you to come down here and live among the ignorant country hicks and two-bit fundie creeps of Tennessee. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, and if you ever move here, watch out for people spitting chawin’ baccer juice on your shoes and overalls.
Finally—and I must say this. I never knew how to truly hate my fellow human beings or inanimate things until I started studying Christian Fundamentalism and Conservative Evangelicalism in depth—and looking closely at the ways their leaders and followers think, talk, and behave in their everyday lives and on stage. They taught me how to hate. I hate all the evil they have said and done. I hate my place of birth and life—the State of Tennessee. I hate every ounce of the United States of America because of what they and the Republican Party have transformed it into since the year 1970. Please pray for me to find some way to unlearn the worst of what the fundies have taught me about hate.
Finally, over the next two weeks, I am going to watch the U.S. Senate Trial of that piece of living shit that sits in the Oval Office at our White House—up to the point when I can no longer stomach the willful miscarriage of justice created by that Master Turd known as “Moscow Mitch” McConnell. It would be useless to say anything further about the trial here on the Flee from Christian Fundamentalism blog because this right wing, extremist, nutjob travesty over the next two weeks will speak volumes about their evil all by itself.
Please pray for something supernatural to overcome this mess—even if you do not believe in anything supernatural—because only something supernatural has a chance of overcoming this dark cloud of Trumpian evil and fundie evil that has overwhelmed our country, its people, and the whole world.