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President Trump Sings Marching Off To War

April 7, 2018

 

(fiction by Matthew Sawyer)

In fear of losing the support of his Evangelical conservative base, President Trump implores paid attendants at another of his more frequent Nuremberg rallies. He tells the audience, “Remember that old song from church – Onward Christian Soldiers?”

“You heard of that, right? That old song?”

“Onward Christian soldiers marching off to war… I’m not singing it. You can if you want.”

No one does sing, as those who think they know the lyrics were often uncertain of their own memory. The president smiles while pressing his lips together. He drones, “That was great. You heard of that, right?”

“What a beautiful song. People should listen to more songs like  that instead of watching the fake media.”

“Fake news.”

“Don’t listen to them, go to church instead.”

Some in the audience applaud; although, most who do so await a paycheck at the conclusion of this commonly spontaneous event.

“Onward Christian soldiers…”

“We should sing that song the next time we have a war.”

More than those just getting paid clap their hands. This encourages one fellow waiting for his money to issue a, “Whoop!”

The encouragement cues President Trump to say, “We need a war so we can sing that song.”

“What do you think?”

“China? Syria? North Korea?”

“Russia? No, not them.”

“Vlad is our friend.”

“Hillary sold uranium to Russia,” President Trump repeated. “Do you remember that?”

“Vlad knows the guy she sold it to.”

 

 

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Said Of For Which Looked

April 2, 2018

 

Said Of For Which Looked

I have written about cockroaches before. I even wrote a short piece of Doctor Who fan fiction featuring a cockroach as a lead character, but I have nothing practical to present about them in neither the Arts nor Sciences. They periodically encroach my apartment bathroom and, hence, the bugs regularly come to my attention. I might otherwise be inspired to write about something fantastical or political, depending on wherever that veil of reality may part. Instead, I concentrate on those insects I doom to drown – those sentenced to death because I know they come for the water in my pipes.

I am certain the insects come for the water, it’s an animal instinct, and it’s common human knowledge thanks to documentary film making recorded in macrovision. If my own cockroaches were hunting for something more substantial, I would expect to find a few in my kitchen or near a trash can, but I don’t. And it’s not that I am not looking. I expect to find bugs when I awake. Recall that older classical song by Steely Dan, Do It Again, and that is how I start my days…

“In the morning’ you go gunning’ for the man who stole your water…”

Now, I am not so cruel and I would never deny a last wish sought by a condemned living thing. In truth, I aid each in a final quest and quench their individual thirsts. And there remains opportunities in which any epic hero might escape Charybdis, the whirlpool conjured in my toilet. A cockroach might go flushed and vanish down the drain then return, either resurrected or preserved; I know not what power preserves them. But I am that hateful titan who always watches. Once spotted, no heroic cockroach has ever escaped my wraith. All go drowned, fed to the sea monster whirling under the Pacific ocean off the coast of Los Angeles in southern California.

Otherwise, obviously other than Franz Kafka, few would find anything poetic to narrate about the pests. Each begin inside a translucent egg stuck against other identical hardened tear drops of phlegm clung upon an elongated ovipositor. Unhatched, the tiny cockroach babies – and they are babies inside those eggs because these insects grow up fast – they do not linger through stages of larva then pupa. Cockroaches begin as writhing oblong globs of bloodless mucous. None emerge without being encased in shells.

Nearly until birth, until the day each hatch, fetal cockroaches resemble hairless newborn gerbils; cockroach pups with six blanched arms. Their joints are yet unformed, without the support of a chitinous exoskeleton. Their blind eyes appear as dark specks, the same color as those eyes infant gerbils yet develop for days beneath shut eyelids. But a cockroach never opens its eyes. An earth-tone carapace completely covers the insects; the head, and eyes, and limbs and abdomen, except in places meant to bend. There is where spider bite them and wasps sting their prey. Nevertheless, a cockroach can see through itself as if its helmeted head had come with visors. And cockroaches always only see us giants as enormous globular shadows.

Born, a cockroach eats garbage, filth, and that is the waste then excreted through pores. This hardens on their pale skin, like that of a three-dimensional gravy stain on a garbage can. Both pollutions become elevated in layers until they cast soiled shadows. The waste becomes an armor, their exoskeletons, and holds them upright everywhere but places that bend. They, also, live their whole lives with so few brain cells that scientists can count them.

Although cockroaches cannot connect together enough neurons to develop a language nor give each other names, if there was a God who is one with a son and one other, I suppose cockroaches, too, would be blessed like any other animal and speak for an hour at midnight after Christmas Eve. Still limited in their innate capacity to think, our God would impart the generation of insects currently hatched into existence with a single identity, come to each like an instinct. They all at once would at least be aware a savior had been born and their own identity. One might say to another, “Hi, Bill, Hallelujah, have you seen Bill?”

“Yeah, Bill is over there,” the other Bill may answer.

The first awakened cockroach, who is also named Bill, could very well correct its brother. “No, the other Bill.”

More brethren, all each called Bill, might then confirm the inquiry of the first. “Oh, yeah. Whatever happened to Bill?”

“Bill is right here,” another Bill may tell them.

Everyone then would inevitably ask, “Who?”

Remember with your own, cockroaches have so few brain cells, even at midnight on Christmas Eve, none could possibly help themselves and each would inevitably forget what they were speaking about, or that one ever spoke. A suspicious insect Bill might yet ask, “What?” But, once that hour of Christmas magic was almost passed, the most any cockroach might yet say to one another is, “Oh, hi, Bill.” Perhaps their blessing from our magical God was to not to speak but to forget. But, where then is the karma in a regeneration into a speaking cockroach about to be flushed because of trespass into the home of our Lord’s most beloved creation?

“Not under the heaven of our God,” I would be surprised to hear echo from my bath.

 

And Yet Sought.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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How the Gospels Were Written

September 22, 2017

Plagiarized strictly for the review and criticism of others from the song, ‘Anything You Can Do’ by Irving Berlin

[1st refrain:]
[Early Christian:] Anything your gods can do, mine can do better
Mine can do anything better than yours
[Pagan:] No, your god can’t
[Early Christian:] Yes, He can
[Pagan:] No, your god can’t
[Early Christian:] Yes, He can
[Pagan:] No, your god can’t
[Early Christian:] Yes, He can! Yes, He can!

[Pagan:] Anything your god can be, mine can be greater
Sooner or later mine are greater than yours
[Early Christian:] No, they’re not
[Pagan:] Yes, they are
[Early Christian:] The First Commandment
[Pagan:] Baal is great
[Early Christian:] There is one God
[Pagan:] Praise to Allah and Odin and Thor

[Pagan:] Mine can heal blindness at the Pool of Bethesda
[Early Christian:] Mine can heal blindness with mud in the eye
[Pagan:] Mine can turn water into wine
[Early Christian:] In a clay pot?
[Pagan:] Yes
[Early Christian:] Simon Magnus can do that.

[Pagan:] Can your god rain down manna from heaven
[Early Christian:] Mine can multiply fishes and loaves
[Pagan:] With only five loaves?
[Early Christian:] He’ll feed 5,000
[Pagan:] And only two fish?
[Early Christian:] And the fish can be small
[Pagan:] No, your god can’t
[Early Christian:] Yes, He can
[Pagan:] No, your god can’t
[Early Christian:] Yes, He did
[Pagan:] Is he dead?
[Early Christian:] He died on a cross

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The Sins of the One Outweigh the Faith of the Many

January 8, 2017

Many Americans ask what has become those rhetorical questions, “Why are Republicans pro-life? Why does the life a newborn take precedence over that of a mother? Why is abortion not an option even when the health and welfare of a child is questionable?”

We know that “pro-life” attitude only pertains up to the birth of a child. After then, they and their families are all on their own. But, why?

The answer is Biblical. It’s that commandment, “Thou shall not kill.” Breaking that commandment as well as any of the other nine sends someone’s soul the Hell.

But, surely, it would be the doctor who would pay that price, and maybe the mother, too. Let me borrow a tired euphemism of our new president and say, “Wrong!” Those Ten Commandments are in the Old Testament, written long before Jesus walked Creation in the flesh, before the promise of forgiveness through confession or grace through faith.

See, those commandments were then written by a wrathful god. That was when He (or to be fair, She) was still prone to flood the Earth.

Okay, God promised there would be no more floods. But, that one deluge was before Sodom and Gomorrah, so us mortals can’t be so trusting. Even then, He/She was still rash and not as omniscient as believers hope. God had to send an angel to investigate His/Her suspicion. And finding only one righteous soul in the city, He/She again brought destruction to the planet; a smaller devastation, to be sure, but still horrific.

So, despite a pretty rainbow and even Jesus, the distrustful faithful believe the wrath of God to this day is visited upon swaths of mortals for the sins of a few and even the one. That’s how paranoid those religious folks have become.

AIDS, 9-11, hurricanes, oil spills and droughts are modern evidence of situations in which God has lifted His/Her hand because He/She has become so disgusted with those made in His/Her image that only death quells His/Her rage. He/She used to get blood sacrifices but that was not always enough.

There is why women today are forced to give birth, why drug users are locked away instead of freed on their own recognizance, and homosexuality is disdained. It’s not just an individual’s soul that is seen at risk, rather the country itself. Because despite the love and patience of Jesus, our savior still has an angry dad/mom.

(Hell, inferring God may be a woman probably pisses Him off. Blame the opioid epidemic and shrinking middle class on that. And give Him the blood a goat, for Christ’s sake. Maybe that will help Him chill.)

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Those Veils of Satan

August 5, 2014

Those Veils of Satan
Matthew Sawyer

Any Christian apologist worth his or her published book royalties must address the problem of the devil. The faithful must know what the archfiend is up to still. And the world has heard enough about his damnable self scattering dinosaur bones across the face of the Earth. People are bored, they lose interest and don’t buy reprints. “They don’t go to museums to see the same old stuff,” one must admit to oneself. “Not anymore they don’t.”

People rather hear about Satan undermining Jesus Christ. Saint Justin Martyr insisted the devil counterfeited all the Christian mysteries. “The fiend made copies,” he said. “There were antichrists before the Messiah was born.” I paraphrased.

Satan wrought confusion and doubt long before a particular Son of God even touched the ground. Good ole’ Justin pretty much left his answer there. The decapitated man might not have had time to say more before he and his friends lost their heads in 168 AD to urban perfect Junius Rusticus. Justin’s dramatic soliloquy instead made the handwriting of the day.

“That is our desire, to be tortured for Our Lord, Jesus Christ, and so to be saved, for that will give us salvation and firm confidence at the more terrible universal tribunal of Our Lord and Saviour.”

– J. Quasten, Patrology vol. 1, p.196-197

Then again, the bygone saint may have been martyred at some divinely-inspired moment. Surely by now, we all know how God thinks. He has a pronounced modus operandi. Mankind may not yet know what shadows the devil throws. For even especially in the Garden of Eden, there were mysteries suspended before our primal ancestors and both were commanded not to look.

That was when Satan allegedly convinced Eve to eat from the Tree of Knowledge and see for herself. From what most grown-up believers eventually come to believe, God engineered the event. He promoted the Fall then designed a plan for redemption that would satisfy himself with the blood of his only analogous child. It’s all there in the Book.

And according to Justin, Satan proactively sought to obscure the whole gory affair. The devil presumably did so, according to Justin, to stem a flow of reborn sinners into an ever-after paradise. Although a morbid number of true believers since reading has been taught in schools does suggest the subterfuge was overkill.

Where now is there harm in peeking behind those veils the devil has cast? Certainly a sentence forever in the Lake of Fire can’t be made any longer. And for those who yet cling to hope or find some way to grab hold a golden rung, all one must do is ask forgiveness.

For those of us who remain in flame, we see the flickering shadows latter-day apologists need revisit. They must reveal insights to us unwashed and re-dirtied masses. Where is the harm in them shedding light? That’s what they are suppose to do. They are professionals and they are shielded from divine punishment because all their evangelizing. And in their worldview, there is no sin found in book and DVD sales. Anyway, it has been too long since anyone has addressed this particular subject.

Alexander Hislop, a Scottish minister and dead since March 13 1865, he essentially claimed in his book Two Babylons, 1858, all pagan beliefs and Christian rituals originate in a just barely-historic Babylon. 4000 to 3500 BC. There Satan first under-painted the mystery of Jesus in history and desecrated the timeless sanctity of a mother and her child.

The Bible itself mentioned Semiramis and her resurrected son Tammuz. Semiramis was the wife of Nimrod, Ninus in Greek and the great grandson of the Biblical Noah. He was said to have tried building the Tower of Babel. She was a harlot who seized control of Babylon and she will be the whore who rides atop the dragon in the Book of Revelations.

Semiramis, Satan tells us, was the progenitor for Mary, the virgin mother of Christ. She claimed herself to be the Mother of Heaven and made herself a goddess. This, the woman accomplished, after she tricked her husband into being torn apart by hallucinating religious fanatics.

Understand, Babylon was a new, pagan civilization; the first civilization. Like all pagans, the early citizens of the walled city-state recognized the cycle of seasons and an annual death and rebirth of every year. They sacrificed a lamb at the recurring occasion. They took plenty of psychedelic drugs and tore the living animal apart with their bare hands.

A newborn lamb was then produced from nowhere and this one was fattened up for the same ritual murder the following year. Semiramis convinced Nimrod that he was that lamb. How she managed such a diabolic feat is vague, but she was said to tell her husband he was a god. Like the lamb, he would be reborn. And when all of Babylon witnessed his resurrection, he – like his tower was meant to be – Nimrod himself would rise to heaven.

He did not come back to life. His evil widow instead produced a son. His name was Tammuz. So that he would not be sacrificed next year, his mother proclaimed the boy was Nimrod resurrected. There would be games every year from then on. And while Semiramis ruled as the queen of Babylon, the image of her and her son together grew beyond the mundane. They were depicted on idolatry in the vestige of mother and child – Aphrodite and Eros in Greece, Venus and Cupid in Rome – the Pieta by Michelangelo.

Fitting a goddess, Semiramis adopted a new origin, one fitting a queen and not the prostitute she had been. This latter truth was hidden from the tribes of Israel. Nimrod probably knew who Semiramis truly had been but the mortal man was fatally deluded in love.

Semiramis claimed she was born half-fish with the head of a human girl. Horrified, her mother threw her away and the infant chimera was adopted by birds. The strange creature became a woman. After finishing her reign in Babylon she was said to have then grown wings and flown up to heaven.

Her son, Tammuz, was said to have been born from an egg. He was killed by a stag when he was hunting one day and his mother is still today told to have wept forty days. Her sorrow and endless tears resurrected the killed boy. This became the representation of the yearly cycle of seasons. Ezekiel 8:14 cites as much…

“Then He brought me to the entrance of the gate of the Lord’s house which was toward the north; and behold, women were sitting there weeping for Tammuz.”

– Ezekiel 8:14 New American Standard Bible (NASB)

Semiramis became Ishtar in Mesopotamia and the rebirth of Tammuz was called Easter long before the Roman Catholic Church reassigned the pagan holiday a Christian theme. They also did not reveal Semiramis of Babylon invented crucifixion. The torture and execution was first implemented thousand of years ago.

The Canaanites believed these stories. The trinity of Nimrod, Semiramis and Tammuz spread across the known world and adopted new names. In Egypt 2400 BC, there were the roughly equivalent fables of Osiris, Isis and Horus.

Unlike the Sumerians who eventually settled on Marduk as their supreme deity, the Egyptians did not taste monotheism until Akhenaten, 1351 -1336 BC. He proclaimed himself the only sun deity and introduced halos and immortality to the world. Given the Egyptian ruler’s original name was Amenhotep IV, it is irresistibly curious to wonder if the conclusion in prayer, “Amen,” had been preserved because his egotistical impact.

Undistracted for long by Satan’s idle lure, we return to that devil’s veils over the time line of Creation and course of salvation. In Egypt again, 387 – 283 BC, Ptolemy 1 Meryamun Setepenre proclaimed himself “Sotor,” savior. And said he was Christ and he heralded resurrection. There were Christians hundreds of years before the Messiah was born. And there was a whole nation who rejected him because he came as a conqueror. Hadrian wrote to Servianus, 134 AD…

“Egypt, which you commended to me my dearest Servianus, I have found to be wholly fickle and inconsistent and continually wafted about by every breath of fame. The worshippers of Serapis here are called Christians and those who are devoted to the god Serapis (I find) call themselves Bishops of Christ.”

The image of this bearded antichrist bears a disturbing resemblance to the condoned Caucasian semblances of the Christian lord.

Still, only a little of the devil’s deception is so late. His dark veils have covered Greece and the Etruscan empire since before 1500 BC. More popular saviors with Christ-like powers materialized in these regions. Here is where Mithra and Dionysus appeared. Satan uncovered these fallen angels, these demons because the Roman Catholic Church declared they were.

Setting these Bronze Age deities to age, Satan encouraged other mortal men than Ptolemy 1 to assume the forged role of the Son of God. Simon of Peraea was killed by Rome in 4 BC. The man was rumored to be the Messiah while he fought to deliver his Jewish nation from foreign oppressors. His body vanished after four days leaving his undying followers only hope. They claimed he would reappear alive. He never did.

There are a myriad veils.

Let us ignore all the ancient Sanskrit Satan forged hundreds and a thousand years before, those that record the ideas of the Jewish and Gentile messiah before he said them or he was even born. In that time Jesus graced the living with his presence on Earth in Galilee, a man named Apollonius of Tyana toured Greece. Satan put him into this world 15 – 100 CE to do those same things Jesus said in the Middle East. Saran made Apollonius say what Christian apostles will write down generation after their Lord was born, before Jesus died for the sins of the world then rescue far fewer people than believers know from the pain of hell.

– Matthew Sawyer

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When Begun

August 2, 2014

God suffers mankind.

The Messiah comes then God suffers for men.

And since Creation, men have suffered for God,

Because of Him.

Come to this end,

We now suffer Him.

— Matthew Sawyer

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Do Fruit Take Pleasure In Being Eaten

July 30, 2014

Sunday, my new neighbors were having sex while kids on skateboards and roller skates rode outside on the public side their bedroom window. The sidewalk makes a loop around the apartment complex so the children made multiple passes. Here is where a clever or indecent allusion should go, but won’t. This post is about mundane reality. And psychiatric hearsay might claim there alone is the reason for my neighbor’s untamed hedonism. That is according to my knowledge, carnal and otherwise.

I don’t know if the anxious couple next door could hear the noise outside, not above the moans she made. The children didn’t notice or care. I’m sure it was something they’ve heard before anywhere around this neighborhood. An old woman who walks by everyday for sake of exercise heard. I know she ignored them. Yet I was distracted. I try to write, so when I see one of those two, I think I will let him or her know, “I heard you stub your toe.”

“Why would you say anything?” readers are expected to ask, that is the writing convention. If America is truly a Christian nation, 85% of the literate population is intended to have stopped reading. I don’t need an argument for these good folks. The transgression is understood.

Only an Evangelical would insist I show these sinners a picture. But, hey, maybe they can’t take a subtle hint…

Inferno

 

 

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