Much of my anger these days come from my repeated disgust with the Parasite Class. I realize that these people have always existed in history, and they always will. My wife calls these people "the rats." Basically, the world can be divided into two classes of people. You have the salt of the earth, and you have the scum of the earth.
The rats are very basic. They seek their own ends at the expense of others. They steal credit and deny blame. They are liars. They always want to get something for nothing. You can see these rats in various "leadership" positions. They aren't leaders at all since they are scarce when real leadership is needed. The epitome of parasitism is Washington, DC, but corporate middle management runs a close second.
My hatred of these people eats at my insides. It is the reason I am so angry all the time. Most of this anger hits me at work since this is when I have to deal with these rats the most. Their playbook is Machiavelli. As such, I want to take these rats and slam their heads repeatedly against a wall until their brains explode from their shattered skulls. This is extreme hatred, but I don't know how to feel when one of these rats essentially threatens the well being of another man's family. I have seen this scenario played out many times where some hardworking dude has to eat another man's shit because he doesn't want to get fired and hurt his family.
It is hard for me not to feel this anger because it is a just anger. It is correct anger. Evil people should suffer for their crimes, sins, and iniquities. I often think I need to stop being angry but to do this would require me to stop believing in right and wrong. The sin is not in the anger, but in the desire to take these rats and bludgeon them into a brain dead coma. The answer is not stoic apathy but in patience. Let God be the judge.
As an atheist, I would always tell myself that the only justice is the justice you make. As such, I was more than willing to take a rat out by my own means. Since rats are cowards, I've never had to follow through on any retaliation. Unlike a family man, I have nothing to lose, so I'm quite willing to go to the mattresses to hurt these people. But instant revenge is not Christian. This is because this revenge is hasty. God's time horizons are much longer, but His punishments are certain and severe. Taking your own revenge is more merciful than waiting for God's justice. Therefore, patience is better. There is a Hell, and evildoers will never know mercy there. This is the destiny of these rats.
I have to believe in God's justice. I have to love my enemies. I have to pray for these people. This is very hard teaching. Everything in me just wants to punch these rats in the face, but I have to pray for them instead. Being Catholic is really hard.
Pope John Paul II forgave the man who shot him. I think about that often. Did Reagan forgive Hinckley? Could you forgive Osama bin Laden? Yet, the Pope forgave the man that put a bullet in him. The lives of saints and martyrs are history to me, but Pope John Paul II was a man who lived in my lifetime. I remember when he got shot. His example is a living one for me. If he could forgive and forbear, then I can pray for rats.
I suppose the last thing for me to remember is that I am also a rat. I am less ratty than the rats I see each day, but I am still a rat, too. I do bad things all the time, so I should probably show a little mercy. This is because I deserve my own reservation in damnation. In the end, I have to be the good in the world and let God handle the rest. Yes, I am a scumbag, but God makes me a better person. I know God does this because the rats around me still keep their brains in their skulls where they belong.
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