Here's an instructive anecdote about The Lord's justice. As I was walking home from the gym, three stalkers intercepted me in my way. One said to me in that sidelong, unaccountably deniable fashion, "You don't hate all of them do you?," seemingly asking about the people in the town who aren't directly fucking with me. I hate their master, and I will kill their master's servants, and it will be with cruelty to teach that it is more than modestly unwise to serve The Lord's enemies by practicing open satanism: pic rel about the fake city and pretending not really to really talk to me walking by.
So, here, you infidel, hear the The Lord: by walking by me and speaking to me in that tangential fashion such that you may deny it if I confronted you about your words, you have identified yourself as full-blown acolyte totally practicing the culture of falsehood that my enemies dearly love. I do hate you! If you hadn't said anything, you could've died on a cross like many others will. Since you've chosen to approach me directly in the boldness of your falsehood and done exactly that thing which I have said over and over that I specifically hate, I will write your name, along with your two accomplices, into the list of people who won't die on the cross, but of whom a more severe example will be made.
You infidel! What foolishness is in your head that you should come and do that thing which I have said I hate more than any other thing that your kind do me? I know what foolishness it is! It is that you are master's loyal servant! I hate your master, and I hate you for loving him more than you love me. You bold cretin! You foolish fool! How many times have specifically written, "The agents of my enemies constantly identify themselves as subscribers to my enemies' culture of falsehood when they approach me and speak in a tangential fashion?" I have said it so many times and now here you are doing exactly that thing I hate the most, saying, "You don't hate me for this, do you?"
