There Is An Appetite For Destruction In The Works

High school bullies were me. I don’t mean getting my glasses thumb-rubbed or the occasional noogie. Bullying that involves spit, rocks, body slams, and being shoved into trash bins and throat-punched is what I am referring to. Some of it was racist, but some were just the normal high school mentality that allows big, stupid people to beat up skinny kids with glasses, who are only 5’5″ tall and weigh a buck-twenty. No. Since I didn’t want to tell my teachers or parents, it was a sure way to make my life miserable. It was very painful. It was painful. Yes, I still remember their faces and all the incidents. However, despite my Christian upbringing I have not forgiven them. It’s all on me. I’m going to get punched in my throat by someone twice my age because of the color and lack of athletic ability of my skin.

Why do I bring up being bullied in high school? This is why:

My father owned a rifle. It was kept secret because we were a left-wing family. We never discussed it but it was there. If any of my parents’ close friends discovered, I suspect that mom and dad might have lost their lib card. We had a rifle. Rarely, the old man would wake up me early on Saturday mornings and take me to the range. I knew exactly where the gun was kept, as well as where my father kept the ammo.

You would think, therefore, that I would have lost it after all the bruises. I would have returned home to plan my revenge using my father’s rifle. I was shy and difficult to meet girls at the time. I was the ideal candidate to be a school shooter. According to the Left, I was a lonely, angry, and vengeful incel, fueled by hatred and radicalized with racist dogma. I should have been an Aryan member who woke up early to exact my revenge on all those I felt had wronged him on the way to homeroom. According to the Left, I was the potential textbook villain.

It’s a funny thing. I never thought of taking that rifle to school, or to any other place for that matter, to cause havoc. I could. I knew the location of the gun and ammo, and how to shoot. Despite being hurt and angry, I knew that murder wasn’t part of the equation.

Let’s jump forward about four decades or so to the Summer of Floyd. This is the conversation my wife and I had with my daughter one balmy night:

US: Do you want to come over and stay at our house?

HER: No, the rioting is really bad. I’m keeping the kids as close as possible. We can hear the gunfire.

US: Do you need us to come and get you?

HER: No, it’s too dangerous over here. You might get shot.

My grandkids were in the first and fourth grades.

The city put up signs after the smoke cleared. They apologized to psychopaths and let them know that they were “heard.” And, of course, promised to do better. Actually, the city offered to apologize to those responsible for destroying the city. One thing is certain when you consider the increasing body count in Chicago and other blue-colored cities. American society encourages violence and dysfunction when it can be used for certain ends. Uvalde was created by your movies, your videos, your porn, and your total disregard for human life’s dignity and the sanctity of human life. Our children make TikTok their sex and sell their lives and precious bodies. Social media is used to degrade and sexualize people. You encourage youth to self-mutilate and glorify mental illness, rather than helping them find relief. You glorify violence and destruction to satisfy your own needs. You excuse lawlessness and defund the police. You allow bloodshed and murder whenever it suits you. You seem quite obsessed with it. You manipulate souls and bodies. You cannot sell your souls; you must also mortgage the lives of our children.

The short version is that a deranged teenager walks into an elementary school and commits the unimaginable. We can all agree that this is horrendous. The Left blamed conservatives immediately. You, on the other hand, unleashed your weapons-laden monsters on the people of the country and cheered you on.

There are many snakes and a brood of vipers.

“But all their works they do to be seen by men. They make their phylacteries broad and enlarge the borders of their garments. They love the best places at feasts, the best seats in the synagogues, greetings in the marketplaces, and to be called by men, ‘Rabbi, Rabbi.’

“But woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you shut up the kingdom of heaven against men; for you neither go in yourselves nor do you allow those who are entering to go in. Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you devour widows’ houses, and for a pretense make long prayers. Therefore you will receive greater condemnation.

“Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you travel land and sea to win one proselyte, and when he is won, you make him twice as much a son of hell as yourselves.

“Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you cleanse the outside of the cup and dish, but inside they are full of extortion and [l]self-indulgence. Blind Pharisee, first cleanse the inside of the cup and dish, so that the outside of them may be clean also.

-Matthew 23

Retrospectively, I realize that the reason I didn’t turn to a gun for my problems was that people like me on the Left didn’t have access to my mind. This is the future that you wanted. This is the chaos that you hoped for. Yet, you still have a hunger for human misery. It’s time to get that.