Pontious Pilate famously inquired while looking truth directly in the eye.
He knew.
But when he heard them say away with him, away crucify him we have no king but Caesar
he washed his hands of the matter and did what pleased them
that trial has never ended every one of us sits on the jury
we are all Pontious Pilate conscious of the quiet but unrelenting testament of the defendant and the deafening resonance of the prosecution contending with the same question “what is truth?”
(I wonder) who is it that would smile when we say that that we are incurable cancers to the planet who would inspire the kind of art that exclaims that this is all there is who would spawn such a take that beauty is bygone and goodness is a disgrace who would be happy to have us embrace the nothingness of nihilism who would slither in with such a worldview who would be objectively jubilant to have us believe that there is no objective truth and that we should modify our morality to fit our behavior instead of vice versa I guess its vice versus virtue
we all know the truth even though sometimes we wish we didn’t sometimes we pretend there is no wrong so that we can condone wrong or convince other people to go wrong so that we’re not alone in the wrong but dawning the darkest of sunglasses does not extinguish the light right is right even if nobody is right and wrong is wrong even if everybody is going along
maybe that’s why they convicted the innocent and banished him to the cross why they lashed and laughed and mocked and chanted for assassination truth can be relative if God is recanted from the equation with no higher being to set the standard for the people anyone can call evil good, and good evil there’s no infraction a rationale can’t be rationed out for no principle they can’t have it out for
the silence is deafening when you mute the immutable Nietzsche noticed this and noted it with caution see, the preachers of the post-modern doctrine are not the first to allege that God is dead but there’s still nowhere to go after the funeral in this post-modern concoction “who will wipe the blood from our garments what water is holy enough to cleanse us what festivals of atonement shall we attend what sacred games shall we invent” pray tell
how do we declare rape reprehensible if it’s just one set of molecules knocking into another set that’s less able to defend itself or slavery disdainful if it’s just an array of atoms arranged in chain-link fashion that happened to trap another or the iniquity of murder if it’s just one clump of cells determining that another clump of cells doesn’t deserve the dignity
who will wipe the blood from our consciouses well, if we consecrate ourselves gods and goddesses then instead of climbing a mountain fo find truth we can just drag the mountain to us and demand that its majestic peaks crumble into dust never mind the civilizations that we might bumble or crush
but jumping out of 40 story buildings because gravity is a social construct doesn’t change the nature of the pavement these shattered anatomies are shouting that something’s amiss
God forgive this audacity God forgive us for thinking that we can never do anything that warrants forgiveness
God forbid this navel-gazing I’m not saying it’s always easy to look up to discover but I can say this we can search for truth or we can search for comfort only one of those two will bring the other
my truth is what makes me feel good THE truth is what makes me do good
my truth will let me be THE truth will let me become
my truth might get me through the day THE truth will get me through this whole life and beyond
my truth will waver, and change THE truth will not be shaken by my inclinations or your opinion it cannot be lobbied, or slackened by sacrilege it will not falter, and will never be altered by activists
my truth will reveal my entitlements THE truth will heal, enliven, and enlighten when darkness swarms when distortion becomes the norm when the obvious becomes too dangerous to speak of we must never underestimate the effects because when truth is the first casualty of an ideology freedom will always be the next
truth, beauty, and goodness are true, beautiful, and good and I shouldn’t have to say so
we are not biohazards this is not all there is truth is not what those regarded as important tell us to believe or groupthink that the mob has compelled us to believe
we do not need to pay the toll that they would take rape and slavery and murder are wrong not because of protons or electrons but because souls are at stake
there’s nothing more important than discerning the difference between what truth isn’t and what it is because when you have no king but Ceasar you have no truth but his
ladies and gentlemen of the jury find courage do not wash your hands of the responsibility standing up for truth is worth it even if you’re persecuted for trying to preserve it
fear not what men may say or do fear not what we were made to be because when you know the truth the truth shall make you free
I came to this university with an open mind and a fire burning in my chest I was on a quest for higher learning now here I am
I’d like to thank my professors for teaching me to be a free thinker, where I’m totally free to think… what you want me to think
I loved my favorite class so much it’s hard to put it in words Destabilizing Hegemonic Cishetero Amatonormativity in Birds changed my life
thank you for teaching me problematizing instead of problem solving all this time I could have been trying to cure cancer instead you taught me to point at someone and say “you’re the cancer”
I asked you to help me unravel the great philosophers you dazzled me with 100 Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion officers I was going to say that their 15 million dollar combined salary didn’t actually help educate anyone but they did keep over 100 chairs from floating away
you taught me to lower my gaze whenever I tried to think for myself you censored me and lowered my grade
thank you for exposing the lie of objective truth I mean, I came to University to participate in the universally respected pursuit of wisdom and the transmission of knowledge
to learn to differentiate between the intellectually fashionable and the perpetually applicable to partake of your sacred manna
I was starving for your esteemed insight and you fed me propaganda
I came to you seeking a guardian of reason and you discarded reason
I came for critical thinking you gave me critical theory
I wanted to build on a shared foundation you told me there’s no such thing thanks to your advice I’ve learned to turn openness from a virtue into a vice
I wanted a liberal education I wanted to see the world I was told this was the place you showed me that the only way to see the world is through the lens of gender, sexuality, and race
E Pluribus Unum lol thank you and your syllabus for disproving such nonsense thank you for teaching me to look at diversity as a device for division, I was naive to think that diversity could be beautiful, that we could learn from each other and build a society together, strengths and weaknesses weaved into a tapestry of unanticipated breadth, depth, and majestyno – your way is better we must deconstruct
we must reject the great books in favor of the great grievances I used to think the American dream was the opportunity for each to achieve according to his or her determination and honed expertise no ma’am – now I know the American dream is a government program
I used to think morality stemmed from natural rights now I know that morality stems from status and likes and trendy ideologies
after four years I can’t tell you anything about molecular biology or chemistry or the importance of nucleic acids or adrenal glands but I can tell you that abortion should be legal, free, and on-demand
I didn’t learn anything about what truth is but I did unlearn what 2+2 is you say I’m smarter for that and I believe you
I believe you that what happened to the universities in Germany in the 1930s certainly isn’t happening here
I didn’t study much history but the one thing I learned about its atrocities was that I could not possibly be guilty of the same foibles that foiled those civilizations the same infirmities that put millions in infirmaries no those are past people – savage I have surpassed people make statues of me that mobs will never find reason to ravage
thank you for bringing me up in front of a class of people for struggle sessions thank you for bringing my friend up – he agreed that it was so virtuous of you to tell everyone that because of his skin color, he’s unlikely to succeed
they say oh, the humanity I say oh, the humanities
thank you for replacing facts with post-factual narratives and for your relentless attacks on America
thank you for never letting anyone with a dissenting sentiment speak on this campus, or any campus I know that what you’ve taught me would stand against whatever they have to say so you’re right it’s best to just keep them away thank you for the safe spaces
thank you for the guest lecturers that you did allow who spoke so graciously about “fantasies of unloading a revolver into the head of any white person that got in their way” that always made my day I never once questioned why that was acceptable but having someone come and speak about, I don’t know, the Constitution, or freedom, or fulfilling one’s potential that was forbidden
they say that you should be ashamed of yourselves for what you’ve done to free speech, free thought, and truth seeking and for shaming anyone that dares break from the mold that every one of your ideas are shaped from they say it’s crazy that people feel less free to speak in your classrooms than they did in the authoritarian states that they escaped from
I say, well… I say whatever you want me to say
I came to this university with an open mind thank you so much for closing it
thank you for what you’ve become for what you’ve done to me to my generation to western civilization for putting thousands of years of human progress on the brink
this is for anyone that hasn’t seen an angel or a burning bush or an empty tomb for anyone that never got to touch the wounds
for anyone who was never struck down on the road to Damascus but is struck now by this road and its vastness
for anyone searching for wholeness in the ashes of brokenness
I read a blog post once where an atheist claimed that it’s the believer’s job to prove that God exists as if God would create a world and proliferate a gospel thoroughly and utterly based on faith and then make that faith meaningless by showing His face in the sky or something
and I thought why? why do we always ask to be shown a sign why should we live life like anxious bystanders always asking for a reason to join the dance instead of having the time of our lives
why do they try to make me doubt it they can’t prove love but they keep making a lot of songs about it
you know who only believes in what they already know? robots I am not a zero, or a one I am infinity I’m thankful for possibility thankful for the opportunity to learn how to see things that aren’t in the latest edition of a textbook and that won’t be erased in the next one for the wonder that moves me to do things I might not otherwise do to become what I might not otherwise become
to be on a road that I’m convinced is longer than my patience to go and see if my principles are stronger than my temptations
or else what would be the purpose would it even be worth it if there were no foggy intersections to disentangle no uncharted adventures no precarious unknowns to step out into it’s scary but those stones that form under our feet are the pedestals of testimony a test that only could have been passed through faith a testament to the test that we’re meant to take
God is not the one meant to be proven here
we are witnesses to wisdom testifiers of truth orators of the grandest of glory doubters will never know the full story and they don’t want to
I’m not saying I never have doubts but I’ve found that when I doubt my doubts when I use doubts as opportunities for building instead of catalysts for destruction is when the mountains start wilting and as the light bends over the horizon my soul arises from asylum my eyes are widened, enlightenment arrives and I receive the utmost instruction
the beautiful thing is no matter how much I come to know God is still bigger than that which means there’s always room to grow more
I’m happy with the evidence of things not seen and the substance of what I hope for because this journey is everything I was molded for
for everyone searching for wholeness in the ashes of brokenness when everything else has failed when it feels like faith is all we got left maybe that’s because faith is all we got right and if we got that we’re gonna be alright
I guess what I’m trying to say is thank you thank you for all the angels without wings thank you for all the times you burned bushes in my chest with a flame so powerful that I felt like I could sprout wings thank you for my savior that busted the tomb for gathering up all my sins and repealing them thank you for touching my wounds and healing them
thank you for not showing me your face in the sky thank you for showing your face in my life
In the language of playing cards, the founding of America was like being dealt three of a kind when the best hand that history had ever seen was king high.
Since then, we’ve had to set some mistakes straight and flush some loathsome practices that didn’t adhere to the uniquely lofty standards that the country had laid out for itself.
We put it all on the table.
Through battles of blood, centuries of sweat and triumphs of tears, America became a full house.
Still not the perfect hand, but pretty dang good. And by being a model for the rest of the world – a beacon of freedom over dark oceans of tyrannical dominion, countless millions have had their hands improved too.
Now, sure that they can do better, a growing faction in this country believes that if we would just fold this hand that we’ve worked so hard to construct – if we would just burn it all to the ground, what’s sure to be dealt next is a royal flush.
This of course is the worldview of those that have never viewed the world. The communal dream of all those oblivious to the nightmares wrought by their ideological ancestors. The delusion of all those willing to wager that with the proper amount of government coercion and political correctness we can surely perfect human nature.
This is the single-mindedness that arises when roasting reason over the glowing embers of the enlightenment.
This is the wisdom of burning books instead of reading them.
This is the sagacity of sanctioning despots instead of defeating them.
This is the new normal when our elite overlords form all the accepted aphorisms, and hoards of corporations just keep repeating them.
This is building back better, when the fact is it’s only better for the globalists, big technocrats, and socialists.
This is living by lies instead of calling their bluff.
This is reprogramming with the wrong code This is what progress looks like when you’re hellbent on making it but you’re on the wrong road.
This is trying to roll a thirteen with a pair of dice. Forgetting again, that there are no round trip tickets to a fool’s paradise.
This is the vision of blind loyalty to ideologues. The oh-so-wise paradigm of eviscerating organized religion but glorifying organized crime.
This is the fallacy of betting on bureaucracy you can’t redistribute morality especially when you don’t have any to offer see this is just playing the same game with a different dealer.
Gambling on the gambit that we are not standing on the shoulders of giants but levitating on the precipice of collectivist bliss.
If they understood history, they’d understand that the odds are infinitely long when you try to immanentize the eschaton.
In other words Utopia is not in these cards.
So about that – place your wagers carefully on the next hand because when it’s revealed I bet you’re going to want the full house back.
Sundown. October 1st, 1943 The secret police of Nazi Germany – aka the Gestapo began slithering through the streets of Denmark their seething jaws agape to seize all the Jews in their wake to swallow them whole and force them toward their forlorn fate in concentration camps but to their consternation despite having the names and addresses of every Jew in town their prey was nowhere to be found
Because two days prior Georg Ferdinand Duckwitz, a German diplomat had tipped off the leader of the Jewish community who spread the word to the rabbis who spread the word to their congregations and over the next 48 hours schools, businesses, hospitals churches of all denominations persons of all occupations became alibis together they devised a makeshift network of escape routes and hurriedly funneled the Jews to the coast and onto boats and to freedom over 7500 souls made it across the sea to asylum in Sweden
Some 95% were saved from the Holocaust
What made the Danes do what so many others didn’t?
well, for them the answer to the “Jewish question” was that there was no question from what they could surmise people were people no amount of politics and propaganda could persuade them otherwise
the resistance wasn’t against Hitler it wasn’t against Germany or the Axis
the resistance was refusing to adapt to the practice of otherizing resisting the all-too-ubiquitous urge to purge
that slithering snake didn’t die in a bunker under Berlin in 1945 it’s alive everywhere you see someone drawing a line around a group and blaming them
the resistance is not woke-ism it’s not Trumpism it’s not progressivism it’s not conservatism or any ism
in a world of carefully concocted narratives and caricature crafting where race rousing vultures circle above the cadavers of cancel culture where the technocracy makes its hay by making algorithms that make us hate the resistance is refusing to take the bait
refusing to be divided and conquered
if the Gestapo came to your door and said where are the democrats? where are the republicans? give us the Christians give us the atheists we’re here for the black people we’re here for the white people
dear viewer if you would point and say there they are – take them if you would make degrading hashtags about them or take to Facebook or flock to TikTok and berate them if you would put them on lists and castigate them no matter the group being pursued if you wouldn’t help them escape then you might have been on the side of history that you always thought you never would have partaken in and history is here to find out
there were those that were exposed to this resistance that was shown by the Danes and they actually changed with just a glance into the courageous, sacred eye of the human spirit Nazi sympathizers found their ideology hard to justify they realized that what they had been sold was a lie
they became rejuvenated they no longer believed in the extermination of a whole people they were no longer deceived by the evil of dehumanization
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