“. . . leftists are morally disordered people . . . . perhaps the best way to prepare yourself for contending with them is to pretend you’re dealing with Satan.”
— Selwyn Duke
Satan may not be much more to you than a medieval caricature, looming large only in the minds of 17th century Puritans. The European Enlightenment, after all, disinfected such bogeymen with the light of Reason.
But one is tempted to ask, to what end? As Goethe wryly observed in Faust, thanks to The Enlightenment “The Evil One is gone, the evil ones remain.”
Who is this dude Satan? Jesus spoke of him a lot. As told by Matthew, he’s the subject of Christ’s first two parables. The second is particularly chilling, reading like the original screenplay for The Invasion of the Body Snatchers.
One day a farmer is beset by workers dismayed at weeds resembling wheat that have come up. When questioned about the weeds, the farmer replies, “An enemy has done this.”
And there you have it. The imposters, who rob the productive, life-giving wheat of water and nutrients, have infiltrated the field, looking too much like wheat to weed them out. Only after the harvest, says the farmer, can the weeds be sorted, bundled, and thrown into “the fires of Gehenna.” (Yes, Jesus also spoke a great deal about hell.)
An Enemy has done this — slowly overrun our universities with Marxist ideologues, slowly filled our tolerant-to-a-fault cities with chaff, and steadily squeezed the life out of the middle class. Satan is an insidious thief — who has stolen your neighbor, perhaps your child, and maybe your belief in hard, honest labor. (In Connecticut the unemployed are now holding out for a $1,000 bonus from the state before even thinking about going back to work.)
Among the newest species of weeds to be discovered in the American wheat field are the Woke-topians, hitherto found principally in untended academia, but which are now popping up in the more highly cultivated areas around Langley, VA, and the Pentagon.
The military once had a single mission: Keeping America safe from foreign powers, But that mission is now secondary to the new mission of political correctness and social “equity.” If the experience of Space Force Lt. Col. Matthew Lohmeier is indicative, weed control will not be easy. Following his criticism of policies ”rooted in critical race theory” and Marxism, Lohmeier was promptly relieved of his command.
On the bright side, his book Irresistible Revolution: Marxism’s Goal of Conquest & the Unmaking of the American Military immediately shot to the top of Amazon’s bestseller list.
To understand this unmaking of the Military, look no further than the Catholic Church — a kindred institution with men and women in uniform functioning under the same kind of top-down organizational structure, with the same austere ethos involving service to something larger than oneself, and equipped with elite “Special Forces” such as the Jesuit Order and its proud tradition of esprit de corps centered on courage and sacrifice.
Now, under a pope who cares more about saving his legacy among so-called historians than what’s supposed to his single mission – saving souls – it’s all going to hell.
Satan is feeling his oats these days. And why shouldn’t he? After all, “our Ancient Foe, who seeks to work us woe,” as Luther had described him, has come a long way, baby, since days of yore. He is now more than just a sower of weeds and snatcher of beauty, truth, and goodness devoted to destroying what he cannot be or possess.
Somewhere along the road to the 21st century he acquired a bit of glam. A touch of charisma. A veneer of the heroic. He’s even sexy.
Shakespeare captured the type pretty well. But the finishing work fell to other giants such as John Milton who portrayed his subject as twisted, deformed and grotesque, but still wound up giving us the oxymoronic “Satanic hero” — mesmerizingly intelligent, charming (in a malignant kind of way), “complex,” and always interesting to the point of being “riveting.”
In Paradise Lost, Satan foments and wages a cosmic civil war, breaks out of a cosmic super-max detention facility, navigates by dead reckoning to The Creator’s best-kept secret on a sphere called Earth, penetrates its Iron Dome defenses, enters into the body of a serpent, and seduces and debases a being called Eve, after being momentarily stupefied by her beauty until he remembers that it’s a beauty not meant for him.
No wonder Saul Alinsky dedicated Rules for Radicals to this guy. For Alinsky, what’s not to admire?
What Version 2.0 of Satan has most is a sense of drama in a securely boring world that craves it now that God, redemption and service are out of fashion. If a George Floyd is killed, then we simply have to burn down a whole city block in another city, or turn it into a CHOP zone while taking selfies. If I have gender dysphoria, then the opposite sex had better allow me to enter their restrooms and to compete against them in their sports, or I’ll have a hissy fit.
“Pretend”? No, I don’t have to “pretend” that we are being governed by “children of darkness” sired by The Father of Lies and Prince of Darkness, who govern with the reckless abandon of malignant teenagers with their parents’ credit card, who like The Joker in The Dark Knight, or the anarchists in Portland, just like to see things burn.
Dracula’s ghost ship has washed ashore, and like the weeds in the parable, the Undead are popping up all around us. Their name is Legion.
By Chad (“Bitter”) Klinger and Glenn (“theAspenbeat”) Beaton