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Please Explain

I think of myself as a rational man.  Throughout my daily life I try to follow reason wherever I can, fancy whenever it suits me, and imagination to spice things up.  People also tell me that I am fairly intelligent – certainly, I think I am smart, though I do not try to measure myself against others in that arena.  I do not say this to brag, but only to illustrate the point of vexation which I have reached.

I have finally found proof of the existence of the supernatural – of a power beyond the world of men.  I admit that my rational intellect has been defeated.  Brain and logic lie broken, thin reeds snapped in the torrent of evidence that towers before me.  For all my intellect, all of my cunning, all of my wit, and all of my compassion, I have reached the end of my measures as a human being.  I submit – I cannot comprehend any longer.  The truth is clear: It is only by the existence of some unholy beast that a douchebag like Chris Brown continues to have any kind of a supportive fan base.

For serious.  Someone, please, for the love of sanity, explain this phenomenon to me.  Here stands before us a vile, despicable exemplar of humanity, a festering bilge pool of self-satisfied smugness and rage… and yet there he remains, thrust upon a pedestal because he’s… what?  Rich? (Huh?)  Talented?  (Seriously?)  Handsome?  (Ugh.)

No, there can’t be that many stupid people in this world.  I know – a fool and his money and all that, caveat emptor, sucker born every minute, yadda yadda thank you P.T.  This guy is such a piece of filth he uses the Bible to justify his “haters gonna hate” message (citing 2nd Corinthians 10:12).  And there are people applauding him for it.  Forgive them, Lord, for they know not what they do.

Thus, like some reedy hero in an H.P. Lovecraft story, I stand here, at the crevice of madness, caught between logic and irrationality – between everything that the world should be and everything that is awful and horrible and just wrong with the universe.  And my sanity slips from my fingers, drip by tiny drip, just gone, and all that is left is a madman whispering in the darkness.  O’rlyeh!  C’thulhu f’tangh!

There is a mad god loose upon the universe, something horrible and vengeful and hateful that will destroy everything that is good and beautiful in the world.

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