I have seen the face of evil and it has no face. Why doesn’t it have a face? Because evil is a cowardly little fuck who hides behind the anonymity of a keyboard and an internet connection. If evil were brave enough to show it’s face it would likely get it’s pussy little ass kicked. Evil is not be feared, only loathed and dismissed for the lily livered pond scum it is.
Do you want to know evil? It isn’t hard to find. Look under the comments section of just about every fucking post on the web. No matter what you’re doing some chicken shit little putz will criticize and insult you. Actually, you don’t even have to do that. Evil has it’s own website. It’s called Twitter. The entire collected courage of every Twitter commentator is roughly equal to that of a single kitten on vacuum day.
What is good about humans? We do shit. We create. We make music and art and dance. We write stuff down and tell stories. We teach each other. We try so damn hard to touch the sacred. At our best we are liken unto Gods, creating both transcendence and math out of thin air. When I get discouraged I frequently opine that humans are nothing but hairless monkeys with guns. True enough, I suppose, but guns are cool, complicated and beautiful so even in that we are creators. And creation is Good.
So what’s Evil? Evil is criticizing or breaking down those who are trying to do good. Evil is racism and misogyny and other random hatreds that keep people from marshaling the courage to create something better. Evil is destruction and mostly what you find on the internet.
I teach. I also get things wrong. I revel in those errors. I encourage every student to point out anything that seems incorrect to them. That’s how I learn. That’s not evil, it’s growth, and it takes courage on everyone’s part. I also post things on the web and nearly every time I do a bunch of tiny dicked little trolls living in their parents basement tell me I suck. Not actual criticisms or reasonable questions about why I do it that way. Just insults. It so bad and utterly pointless that I refuse to go on Twitter and I have an office person to manage all my posts. I have literally never seen my You-tube videos or read the comments of a single blog post. I have no time for cowards.
Yes, cowards. Faceless, nameless, spineless little weasels that just want to hurt anyone trying to create because their own skill set is so heart achingly pathetic. Not one of these little scum puppies would have the balls to stand in front of me and say anything like what they so bravely type into their cheese puff stained Apple keyboard. The English language does not contain the words to adequately communicate the depth of my contempt and loathing for these subhuman mouth breathers. Hell isn’t a place, it’s their continued existence.
I’ve mostly used my own experiences in this piece but there are literally millions of others who could have written it. A woman with an opinion usually gets rape threats and any woman who posts a picture gets a hundred comments on her weight. Libs rip Cons. Everybody gets called Hitler. It’s a cesspool of Evil. There’s a great Peter Cook/Dudley Moore movie called Bedazzled. In it Satan just annoys people. He scratches records and makes parking meters run out. These days Satan is even pettier. He has a Twitter account. Saor Alba, Vaya con Dios, & Viva la Revolucion.