The Urge to Punish

Mistrust those in whom the urge to punish is strong." -Friedrich Nietzsche
(the question is, do you trust Nietsche?)

or, as The Tudors, on video, which I've been watching lately, says, should you
"Trust No One". All this sneaky, Machiavellian, jousting for power, and to get leverage
anyway,

1. Hell is imagined to be eternal torment. That's not love. That's a terrorist threat. I think any preacher who believes in hell and screams or darkly growls at his/her congregation to straighten up OR ELSE is playing a card out of the free speech deck that I feel is cruel and unusual punishment, to boot. (I read Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God in high school, SHAG :-)

Still, I think anybody should be able to say anything.
It could be entertaining to be preached to by someone like this, but I think it is irresponsible, mostly, by some shmuk who gets off on intimidating people and feeling superior.

2. Punishers live by codes. Like bushido or something. Say, the law. Or their moral compasses from their upbringing, from school, parents, priests. Hanging out with the 'wrong' crowd. Whatever. Everybody has a code. Everybody has their own sense of right and wrong. Even the psychos have them. They've been wronged. Even sadists, I'm sure, feel they are righting the wrongs in the universe. Soldiers and police officers are scary. And the s&m crowd is too, I imagine. Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The shadow knows. ha.

I found a "church of the universe" that's mainly all about pot and nudity. That sounds about right, lol.

What's UP? the Urge to Punish
also, I think the military's developing a microwave weapon is child abuse. Those military folk can go to hell. And they do. (war is hell -gen. Sherman) What would happen if nobody showed up for battle? I'm perseverating. Sorry.

In a lawless, uncivilized world of might makes right and whatever thrill killers that might arise, I imagine violence, mayhem, panic, pain, fear, and death would run rampant. All that resentment, anger, and just plain bloodlust that might rear it's ugly head. It's only natural. Frickin' bullies.

And ultimately, it's bleached bones in an indifferent universe. Don't worry, be happy.