I don’t believe in Hell, but I’d sure like to believe in a kind of public Purgatory in which all of the deceased assholes of the world are set on display in medieval stocks. On our way to Heaven, all of us decent folk would get the chance to walk by and kick each of those fools in the head. Assuming this were true, and assuming I lived long enough to outlive some of those assholes, I’d start with the Washington DC snipers, then work my way down to Osama, Saddam, and then all of the suicide bombers that I could get to.
But I’m only frustrated. I know better than to allow the indignant anger turn into hate. This whole “loving thy enemy” thing is a residual from my fourteen years of Catholic education. It’s funny how some things always stay with you. If a heathen agnostic like me could learn to love those who have done nothing to warrant being loved, then maybe there’s still hope for this world. Still, it would be kinda cool if God allowed us a free opportunity to bitch slap some of humanity’s more terrible menaces.
He has allowed it. It’s called “Street Fighter”.