I'll keep this brief.
Just when I think my faith is taking root, one of my co-religionists sets out to become the living definition of a "fool" as per Proverbs and Ecclesiastes. It's enough to turn a man back to Darwinism.
"Wise as serpents and gentle as doves"?
I don't think so.
I'm more inclined to consider them as wise as sheep and gentle as sharks. What's the use of acknowledging that one's "heart is desperately wicked"; of conceding that what we want isn't always good for us, and of struggling to live up to a moral ideal; especially when I'm besieged by "sweetness and light" Christians whose antinomian hypocrisy blinds them to their faults -- but not to mine, for all that I seldom deny or rationalize them?
Whatever happened to the notion that a man who couldn't love his fellow man (whom he could see) couldn't possibly love God -- whom he couldn't see? And how does one account for the ostensible "Christian" who is so self-absorbed; he doesn't even extend his concsiousness widely enough to perceive his fellows?
"Our disregard for the disabled and elderly is appalling!"
"Agreed. So how's about steppin' off the ol' hag's air hose, fuckwit?"
Ah, well. Piss on it. And piss on them. If I'm doomed to apply hook and crook to these ineducable, undisciplined herd animals; I might as well have some fun while I'm at it. A dog is just a wolf in a state of denial, after all...
Vae victis, you ambulatory turds.
You won't be much fun
Being blind, deaf and dumb
But I've no one to play with today