Where does revenge end?
This is my area. Typically, it involves the intervention of a Divinely ordained Being to come in
manifest and fiddle-fuck around with the nitty-gritty details of some besotted peace treaty. Tribalistic cultures are notorious for this kind of shit. All sentient beings are entitled to seek redress and representation from Divine Source Energy, as they will, and they fuckin' well fuckin' do, this is a constant process of growth, expansion, decay, destruction, & rebirth, and this is not the kind of thing that can be, like, the result of a merely
automated process. Someone with heart & soul with
a lot of backbone has to be involved as Oversight. And of course, besotted Hyoo-mons being what they are, there will always be those who set up camps and tents and fuckin' breadlines and salmon circuses around the pedestal with the button clearly marked, "Call for Angelic help."
And, angels and archangels, well, they don't have souls.
Yet. So inevitably, a blood feud runs too long... I guess spraying everyone with a firehose has already been tried, to substantial, yet...
mixed results, but I don't think that's gonna cut it. Not
this time. What are they gonna do with
two trials?
Two firehoses? Fat chance. Hopefully, Universe has myriad other options available for sticky problem-solving than activating and upgrading some commoner peasant to The Office of The Incarnation Of Justice...
But, let's face it: that's what all of all y'all got this time. Frankly, personally--I dig it. The robes are an awesome touch.
I do... need
a gavel. Birthday coming up, folks. Chop-chop.
