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Sunday January 13th 2019Tim Candler9

 

     Revenge is mine, sayeth the Lord. I guess if you hunt the scriptures in a desperate attempt to find what you want to find, then you're well into the alternative facts business. God's not there to comfort you, never has been never will be. He's there to save you from yourself and by so doing add to the betterment of the world. At least that's the theory. Alternatively God is a snake oil salesman, a purveyor of opiates. Then several thousand years later amongst some of the more metaphysically minded vengeance became "It Was." Glaze over if you wish to, but "It was the butler colluding with Colonel Spratt's mistress what done in the Colonel's wife!" And the Great Detective summons the constabulary, miscreants dragged off in chains. A chance of course that the Great Detective was wrong, while examining the walking stick he'd missed an important clue and two innocent people were hanged. Even in daily life the role of facts is kind of central in the dour process of reducing error. "It Was" however, is an uncertain quantity when assigning blame, which is one of the reasons it's often soothing to claim God moves in very mysterious ways and vengeance is his job because God knows all the facts.   

 

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     Me, I'm a master of "It Was." Naturally it was a Confederate military man who introduced Johnson Grass. No doubt about it Swallowtail Butterflies of Kilimanjaro constantly wreak havoc with the weather in South Central Kentucky. It was the Kitten that brought N Scale to a screaming halt when she sent my tweezers to a landfill by deliberately knocking them into the trash bin. The Great Minds have through the generations suggested that vengeance is a prime cause of the wretched condition our species continually finds itself in. Nonetheless we are reluctant to criticize competition, the Olympics, football, climbing the greasy pole to wealth and fame, the whole badinage of literary criticism, it just goes on endlessly and it does so because "This is what we are, and there's nothing we can do about it."  It's a short step from there and we're talking the decline of the Roman Empire. A bunch of self entitled people feeling sorry for themselves, and worse they have "It Was" as their savior, their giver of purpose, the describer of their meaning. It's sad, it's pathetic. Oddly I was going to talk about a boggle in the barn. "It Was" the news headlines this morning that prevented me from doing so. Maybe tomorrow, meanwhile worth remembering: "Revenge," sayeth some sages of metaphysics, "Is a revulsion against time." 

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