Why I Can’t Be Christian
“Awful Tragedy: 16-Year-Old Track Star Austin Metcalf Fatally Stabbed by Rival Athlete During Championship Meet, Dies in His Twin Brother’s Arms — 17-Year-Old Charged with First-Degree Murder“
Jeff Metcalf, the victim’s father:
“You know what, I already forgive this person,” he added. “Already. God takes care of things. God is going to take care of me. God is going to take care of my family.”
I was raised that a Christian is capable of forgiveness. The father is stronger in faith than I.
I am not capable of nor desire the capability of such forgiveness – God might; I can’t, I won’t even try. But what of the concept of Hell if not for acts such as this?
I would seek … revenge? retribution? vengeance?
Had this been my child, I would act to put this POS at the head of the line for God’s judgement. Or if nothing else, elimination from the gene pool.
I notice later reports have removed the murderer’s picture … but it’s of the culture one has come to expect.
here it is
Welp, it looks like the old site is done.
I just now tried to leave a final comment and it didn’t take.
It said:
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I’ve been keeping the American Digest page open in a tab for at least a decade. I’ve said my goodbyes there, but now that it is no longer being updated, I still go back every day or two to see if it still exists. Some day I’ll have to close that tab.
The cemetery operators say that after 15 years people stop visiting the loved one. How quickly do people stop visiting a passed person’s website? Does anyone now go back and read what Steven Den Beste had to say about everything?
I’d wish for AD to be kept up for longer, but somebody has to pay the hosting bills. Tears in the rain.
I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe.
Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.
I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser Gate.
All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain.
Which is why you should write your stories somewhere GS.
Jean: I agree but GS would have to have a valid email address for me to receive his stories the way you send them to me. Not my requirement, the system’s (spam/hacker check). I think he’s more gun shy than I am so he doesn’t give out that info. That’s OK, two paranoids working together …
The only other way would be to post them as comments and have me turn them into posts. Unless I get stories, y’all only get to read my blather and that only when the muse strikes. 🙂 🙂 🙂
Someday – if I ever get over so-called anonymity – I’ll post “How I Spent My Summer Vacation” that I wrote for my niece. No time soon though.
Looking forward to reading that.
I completely understand your thinking, DT. I’ve long been of the mind that if something of a similar sort happened to one of my children, or grandchildren, I would serve justice to the perpetrator(s) personally. I would then seek God’s forgiveness.
Unless you’re standing right there when the deed is done, you’ll never get the chance to enact your revenge. The perp will immediately be whisked away to a secure area, protected by the state. You’ll be left to stew in your quiet rage and you’ll never have your justice. I can’t imagine living through something like that.
I agree with that, “you’ll never have your justice”. There is no justice in this world. I’m born, stuff happens and I collect scars and tragedies, I win a few and lose the rest, and I try to do and be good. That’s it, can’t ask for anything more.
It’s a fool’s hope to depend on the government to deliver justice. The governments are corrupt beyond repair, we are now just waiting for the inevitable fall.
And besides, “justice” has been co-opted by the predators that infest our governments to be “Just Us” for me, nothing for thee.
DT,
You are certainly logical. If someone harmed my daughter and I could kill them and get away with it, I just might. Might do it regardless. At some point after anger aged, I would certainly want to get right with God. I would ask Him for forgiveness yet I would need to forgive first.
Over the years I have forgiven my first wife for her transgressions, 1,000 times. The anger comes back and realize I have not let it all go. I need to re-forgive. It is not natural for us to do so.
Forgiving is the decision to walk away without an act of retribution. Forgetting is another thing!
Waiting for god to do anything is a waste of time.
I was aghast to to see Mr. Metcalf talk of forgiveness. It struck me as psycho-babble and spineless virtue-signaling bullshit. Then I watched more interviews with him and he is quite obviously in shock doing all he can not to fall down crying. The man is in shock and I’ll forgive him reciting his church crap via auto-pilot. He’ll raise higher in my view when he becomes an advocate for the death-penalty and insists he’s the only one to pull the trigger or drop the floor out from under this animal.
T’was ever thus.
The weak are culled and the herd becomes stronger.
Don’t mourn for nature.
You’ll need your strength for the approaching hill.
There were a very few times when I was a teen and pre-teen that the bullies were getting thick on the ground that I carried a knife around. Mostly us guys just played mumblety-peg to the exasperation of our parents. We knew enough to mostly not bring pocket knives to school, or if we did to keep them in our pockets. We cautioned each other and repeated rumors about just how long a knife we could have and not get into trouble.
I was working at the ice-cream shop and chased out a rotten kid who was mis-behaving or some such. Outside, he pulled a knife on me, as a way of telling me to back off. I was no threat to him, but he was mad and wanted to be left alone.
Teenagers, whaddayagonna do? One was raised in a deliberately safe low-threat environment. The other was raised in a “wild-west” high-threat environment with less adult supervision. It’s no good keeping the youngsters coddled and swaddled for their protection, they are not prepared for when danger is close.
https://gab.com/BeachMilk/posts/114284778593171545/media/1
I haven’t mentioned it, because I still haven’t come to terms with it, but a few months ago I had a small conversation with what I believe is a leftist and the best I can figure is the 2 hemispheres of his brain are not connected.
In general, he and I get along fine, but when Trumps name came up (he brought it up, not me) it was like the 2 halves severed and a circuit could not be completed. He couldn’t even offer a reason or explanation of why he thought what he did. Craziest thing, really.
Because this dood and me rarely speak, maybe once every 4-5 years (he’s a reclusive neighbor down the road, about 75 years old) I pushed him a little, you might even say I goaded him. I watched his behavior close because he was getting close to the edge.
He mentioned various news sources as to where he was getting his info. He doesn’t do internet so I assumed he watches TV. He spoke in snippets, not full sentences or thoughts. He frequently asked me to explain things that Trump did, according to the news source. I’d tell him the news source was lying and he was incredulous that such a thing could happen. I couldn’t believe he was not aware of his over the top gullibility.
After about 10 mins of this nonsense I changed the subject to something tangible so that he could depressurize. I tire quickly of kicking old gray dawgz. I saw him go past a couple days ago and I’m glad he didn’t see me and stop. I may not have as much patience as last time.
People of the tube. They only know how and what they were told to think about issues via the tube. Their words are liberal, corporate and social justice flavored. They do not express an attitude for self-preservation but the salvation and comfort of everyone. If you’re not working to preserve your own comfort then you expecting it to be handed to you via the handout. Big network TV news is a daily communist diatribe. I like a lot what Trump is doing, but I wish he wasn’t owned by the Zionists. Your neighbor would say he hates Trump but Israel is our greatest ally, because that’s what he’s been told to say and think. You were talking to a parrot perched close to the TV.