Those Statues

Those statues,
Lingering, though we no longer gaze upon them with reverence. They lumber now, as cruel imaginations arising from our past. Always finding in them the chemical of bile, foaming up through their mouth or their fingernails or their eyes. I feel that same texture trailing gravity down my skin, just another shade. Turning to glance at the drab illusion we’ve so dreadfully conjured over the same dead horses we’re still beating, haunting this cosmic gimmick. The swing of my baseball bat indirectly channeled through six distinct corporations so that it’s justifiable under the moral law of distance¹, a law I just made up right now. Those statues still taunt us—despair of hopelessness—we are who we were. Doomed to the moral atrocity, a generational gap until we’re these statues glaring down, casting the next foreshadow of cognitive dissonance.

How few gleam hope from the foreshadow?

Humanity falters through the door of compromise, stumbling as a drunk. One laughs at their neighbor’s folly while likewise tumbling through another door leading into The same room.² We continually construct doors fitted with our personal aesthetics, as if entering a room from a different point on The wall changes The room itself.

This is modern morality in practice:
A longer argument – same conclusion,
An aesthetic,

Which even in its appearance, lacks consistency. For the drunk not only inhibits their reason, but also their presentation of that “reason”. This clear inconsistency scampers beyond critique’s grasp though. Not through clever deceit, but rather an obsession with The wall. Everyone is intoxicated, inhaling the fumes of moral high ground through proclamations of judgment against those who lived seven generations ago. Rather than learning from these past moral blind spots we act like we’ve achieved the godhead; judging history with moral clarity while wasted in the alleyway. Vision blurring the dumpsters into divine instruments of righteousness, golden chariots to be ridden to manifest destiny – transcendence. No fear before our eyes, a psychotic certainty that we will never be that generation ourselves. Judging the past, hoping society runs out of meeting minutes before confronting our present age.

Regardless, what lingers to be analyzed when we all stagger into The same resultant? “That puzzling piece has been bashed into place with a hammer.” A possibility so alien, it feels like divine revelation. From every viewpoint we are the fool, etching across The wall—humankind’s catastrophe. At least our ancestors used a cave wall³—natural catastrophe.

A door frame with blood applied is equivalent to the Egyptian’s door if they both go down into The Red Sea after the Christian made God a man, sin as part⁴. The believer drags God down into The room with an audacious claim, “My interpretation regarding divine revelation’s text is at least remotely representative of God’s morality.” How does a sinner part The Red Sea? This delirium brought into focus by the thousands of Christendom’s denominations and those millions more fictions within those denominations. Moral objectivity achieved by translating God’s breath thrice. The Christian nationalist declares empathy a sin⁵ while the progressive Christian cherishes it, both conclusions from the same text. An individual interpretation warped into an individual worldview.

Both however find themselves as Pharisees, just one more hypocritical than the other. If God indwelling humanity wields the hatchet taken to the neighbor’s door or fails to prevent another believer from wielding it, The resultant is equivalent.

How does God living inside people fail to divinely transform them? The Christian walk is paced with no supernatural step when compared to an atheist’s path. Both equal ability to live out Christ’s Sermon on the Mount. Why walk through the Door when he leads to The room?⁶ Their gospel proclamation even more pitiful when the God living inside tells them immoral pieces of The room are not only morally justifiable, but righteousness itself.

This is an obvious observation, even the religious understand, “Religion makes morally normal people say and do disgusting and wicked things”.⁷ The Christian mandates in response, “It is Christ you need, not a religion.” I inspect the morality of these Christians through the rise of the German Reich. Blaming an ethnic group for the cross was their forerunner⁸, carving for them the antisemitism which still festers among the most disgraceful of society. The evangelical today clarifies from the pulpit, privileged through robbery of those they duped, “It is Christ you need, organized religion is birthed of Satan.” Yet they find their inspiration from these same moral Satanists, forsaking Jesus Christ of Nazareth: Nick Fuentes, Steve Bannon, Candace Owens, Tucker Carlson, Elon Musk, Donald Trump⁹; the new Christs of the church, but Antichrists in their very actions.

Most Christians clarify upon this initial clarification, “the evangelical is a blasphemer, we don’t hold the evangelical’s unforgivable views.” But if God in Humanity can’t even withhold the Antichrist within Christendom, let alone the world, then god is as morally pathetic as the Christians who lay claim to his kingdom. If the God living inside the “true” Christian (I was one of those hypocrites) cannot empower them to successfully fight such blasphemy, turning the world into the judgment of hell itself (or at least speak against it) then their “true” god is just as much a false idol.

Thereby we find ourselves retracing with horrifying precision those foreshadows again. Evangelical Christianity laying the moral justification for evil which leaves us in belief–not in God, but that we must be demons ourselves. How can humanity commit with our hands the Lake of Fire on earth and call it righteousness? The morally progressive christians useless, as they fail to shame out of existence the evangelical. Their worthless god without resistance reduced to a dildo by the evangelical, achieving for them cultic orgasms, attempting to usher in the mother ship carrying Jesus Christ returning for their vile frame. They care not about the practical harm their beliefs cast upon humanity, but find all their pleasure in the sufferings of others by viewing that inflicted pain as a self-fulfilling “end times prophecy.” Evangelical Christianity is allowed to exist as a perverted fetish. A worse blasphemy than Piss Christ, for they have debased Christ to the urine itself. The other christians just stand around on the sidelines, mouth breathing into eternity with a hopeful delusion for a new world since they’ve so pathetically conceded this one to the Antichrist. Moral Antichrist or moral passivist, it all leads to The room.

What’s the atheist’s excuse then? We make the assumption that pressing past dogma should give transcendent clarity. Even if that leap of an assumption is correct, the point is irrelevant in relation to our moral progress. As was established, moral progress is not gained by assessing other’s moral depravity. It is rather obtained by painstakingly assessing our own –

My own.

This lack of self-examination is the reason these seemingly contradictory moral proclamations lead to The room. We lack the conviction religious apostles die for, to defend principles we don’t even actually have. I take one position to justify complacency in another, but even within that position I live short of the proclamation that my moral stance should be principle, stumbling through another door upon that same wall just as the religious I critique.

I accept falling short of becoming a revolutionary because being a leftist in ideology is better than being fascist, failing to recognize lacking moral dogmatism allows Christian nationalists to take power right under the “surveying” nose of reason. Even observing our present state, Stephen Miller is Chief of Staff, believing the White House is named so because it’s meant for only white men to inhabit. How does it feel to forsake science by throwing the entire trans community under the bus and still lose to people who think the earth is literally 6000 years old? Capitulation is the moral coward’s door, but that door becomes utter insanity when capitulation doesn’t even bring small victories, let alone another room. The scientists capitulate again, the intellectuals sit in silence, the masses are hypnotized into normalized government executions and abductions, and I live as if my moral principles are personal preferences. The problem is clear, Christian nationalists do not live as if their moral principles are moral preferences and they are certainly not silent. Now the morally inconceivable is divine command—not in theory—but in practice.

America, just as Germany was before it murdered 6 million Jews and began that horrid, self-fulfilling “end times prophecy” is the morally progressive nation. One of science, technology, culture, philosophy, art, and all the other values which we crown as jewels for a society. Yet we again capitulate society to the moral drunkard through our own moral complacency. We say compromising our values and principles is not only okay, but the moral decision itself because it might give us short term political benefit. When you run on Donald Trump’s first term border policy to win a single election it justifies his second term’s “final solution”, because that “final solution” seems no longer radical, but necessary.

This Overton Window now casts through its lens the foreshadow from statues of Nazi leaders. We look upon those statues as they ooze hellfire through their very pores. Disgusted, while we craft the same bile within The room. It just doesn’t appear as repulsive from our near perspective. One could even drink this delectable bile while singing praise, “Oh foreshadow, let us repeat our repetitive cycle of hell on earth!”

Knights of Reason

If a knight of faithful delusion can move mountains into the flames of hell, conceptualize then what ranges an army knighted by impulsive-reason¹⁰ could move into paradise! To choose another wall rather than a door upon this crumbling wall is an expedition upon a new founding for humanity. Fervor and conviction, oh zealot of reason teach us impulse!

The time has come to forsake the moral high ground of hypocrisy within The room and enter with surety through another door upon a new wall. To press forward with a sober and clear mind, knighted as a zealot of impulsive-reason. Equip with the confidence of a religious fundamentalist, one born again into eternal life—not of the self—for humanity itself.

We cannot afford to be unsure when those “enemies within”¹¹ are so very very sure.

We have learnt, rather too late, that action comes, not from thought, but from a readiness for responsibility. For you thought and action will enter on a new relationship; your thinking will be confined to your responsibilities in action. With us thought was often the luxury of the onlooker; with you it will be entirely subordinated to action. ‘Not every one who says to me, “Lord, Lord”, shall enter the kingdom of heaven, but he who does the will of my Father who is in heaven’, said Jesus (Matt. 7.21).

Dietrich Bonhoeffer from a Nazi prison in May of 1944 ¹²

References

1. Colin McGinn, “Moral Distance,” Colin McGinn – (blog), January 5, 2019. ↩︎
2. Matthew 7:5 ↩︎
3. Plato, The Republic – Book VII ↩︎
4. Philippians 3:6-8 ↩︎
5. Albert Mohler, Joe Rigney, “The Sin of Empathy,” February 19, 2025. ↩︎
6. John 10:9 ↩︎
7. Christopher Hitchens, Harold Kushner, Peter Gomes Debate 2009 – Timestamp 1:17:27 ↩︎
8. Matthew 3:1-3 ↩︎
9. Man Prays to Donald Trump Before Being Arrested ↩︎
10. Humanity Itself ↩︎
11. Donald Trump, “‘The enemy within’ should be handled by the military,” October 14, 2024. ↩︎
12. Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Eberhard Bethge, and Reginald Horace Fuller, Letters and Papers From Prison. The Enlarged Edition. 1971. – Section: Thoughts on the Day of the Baptism of Dietrich Bethge ↩︎