(Continued entry from guest blogger Terribilis)
I promise, I’m getting to the point, but let me say what any modern day Catholic and, indeed anyone in the bulk of greater Christianity must understand that in accepting the Christian faith: God is violent.
He is no hypocrite, and leads by example. Remember, God Himself allowed His only Son to be killed even though God is all-powerful and could have found a different solution and absolved humanity of its sins at the same time. Instead He chose to let His own human creation kill His Son/Self. God taught the world through violence that we can be saved. With this lesson in mind, I too teach using profound violence, although admittedly I do not offer eternal salvation.
I better clarify that God did not commit suicide by letting His Son (who is part of Him) get nailed to a cross. As you know, the Catholic Church teaches that suicide is a grave sin for which its practitioners will burn in Hell! The case of Jesus on the cross isn’t suicide because God cannot die. To us puny mortals it may have looked like Jesus died, but He didn’t. Therefore it does not count as suicide, and thus God did not violate His own teachings. So if you copy God’s lead in this instance, as my priest reminded us last year, you too will know endless pain in the next life.
Getting back to what I was saying, I can back up my theory that my werewolf violence has Biblical approval and historical backing since I mimic as much as possible the morals of God. No – I don’t mean that the Bible mentions werewolves per say, although I have my suspicions about Isaac (but that’s a story for another time).
God killed everyone and everything on Earth in a flood except for those humans and animals aboard Noah’s ark. It’s true, He did. That’s what I call in-your-face morals. Why did He do it? Because of the wicked debauchery of men. And the wickedness of animals, too, I suppose.
Let’s speak of wickedness, then. I kill and eat as an instrument of the Lord. I choose my victims carefully – those who look like they are beyond redemption. You know, truly wicked people like hoodlums and street urchins. Liberals. And blasphemers. Yes, especially blasphemers. Blasphemers come in all shapes and sizes, and from all social strata. Very wicked people.
For instance, I had quite the nice dinner a few full moons ago gorging myself on a deli lady who worked at Sam’s Market & Deli.
(To be continued)