Made in the USA: The Devil’s Own

When the devil comes knocking on your door, he will be coming as a shining light, as a savior, the right man for the job. He is going to look like one of us; he will talk just like you and me. He will be pious and compassionate, and he will find out what you like and make damn sure you get some. When you let him inside the door, he will seem as a kind and gentle man, a fatherly figure, someone that has your interests and well-being at heart. He will say all the right things at the right time; make sure you feel nice and safe. He will tell you that he belongs to God, and that he has a message for you straight from the Mighty One.

He will tell you that he has the answers to your troubles, the answers for your house and nation. He will talk to you about your manifest destiny, your god given right to spread the word throughout humanity. He will talk about freedom and democracy, how he has all the answers for your safety and for your future in liberty and prosperity. He will point out for you who are the dangerous ones, the un-patriotic, the un-godly, the ones that are meant to be converted, the ones that need your enlightenment and your way of thinking and living.

Then one day you come home, and you open your door, and you see nothing but pools of blood and brain fragments spread out on your walls. You cannot take a step without stepping on some body fragment, you look to your left, and you see the dead parents of five new orphans. You look to your right and see the bits and pieces of a three year old that has been ripped apart by machinegun fire. You then take a couple of steps, walk into your kitchen, and find the burnt and smashed bodies of an entire family that happened to be sitting in the kitchen for a meal when a smart bomb came through the roof.

You start walking to your bedroom, through the knee-deep crud mixed with human excrement and blood, you then see the man that you let into your home laying in your bed, smiling at you, asking you what took you so long. For many, when the devil opened his “can of worms” and initiated his policies for your safety and salvation, despite all the contradictions, despite all the fabrications, despite all the death and sorrow; it is still righteous and beautiful. Too many, the torture is fine looking; the death of thousands under false pretenses is stunningly attractive. They embrace the mendacity, the rape rooms, the carnage, the horror, a government gone insane. They welcome it, they flirt with it, they make love too it.

All the destruction is a magnificent work of art. All the sacrifice is glorified and valued with extreme delight. They climax at the first sight of the bloodletting; they worship at the altar of mass murder. Violence is the virtue; mendacity is the cause, bloodlust is the energizer, and massive death and suffering is the benefit.

For some with love and truth in their hearts they see through the illusion and doctrine, the devil is plain to see. Yet they are overwhelmed at the sheer volume of the madness, they are left to ponder where is the God of Salvation in all this vulgarity. He is where he has always been, in the hearts and minds of the truth seekers and the peacemakers.

Nero’s time ended, as did Caligula. Napoleon was banished too irrelevance and Caesar had his friends with knives.

The serpent’s minions still see the handsome light, the heavenly smelling deceit. They still hear the mind numbing rhetoric; they still accept the aphrodisiac, their definitive drug of choice. They are the devil’s own, made in the USA.