Where are the chosen ones?



“Victim manipulators can never be the chosen ones.” Dr. BLR

 

How much death and destruction can one person or group endure before they give up and say, “If it happens, it’s God’s will”? Over the past few years, I have had a few conversations with people who professed their religious beliefs and said the same thing: “It’s God’s will.” I will never discount anyone’s belief system, but I allow myself to ask, “Where are the chosen ones I’ve heard so much about?” 

The question is rhetorical because they would only regurgitate the group they either read about or were told about in their youth, a group that has stayed with them. For me, this is problematic. How can anyone say that one group is better than another, yet in many societies, many people believe it without question? 

I bring this up because the world has changed drastically due to wars in foreign countries, and these wars have ties to U.S. taxpayers. Faith bears responsibility for most of the conflicts. However, I cannot fathom what families in these countries are experiencing as bombs rain down on them and the bodies of their loved ones are buried beneath tons of rubble. It is one thing if this is a one-off, but the ones throwing the bombs appear to be doing so in different countries under the guise of getting rid of terrorists and stopping another from developing a nuclear bomb, all the while having a nuclear bomb, and their main ally has one as well. You can’t make this up. 

In this ever-evolving world of social media, you have to protect yourself from developing post-traumatic stress syndrome due to the overwhelming amount of information and videos online. To say the least, it doesn’t look too good for the chosen ones, but it doesn’t stop there. I’ve seen videos of the chosen ones on vacation in an array of countries, and once locals discover their presence, they are immediately kicked out of establishments and harangued for allegedly killing babies. I can’t say I feel any sympathy for the vacationers because I’ve read the reports and listened to political pundits cite the high number of Easterners who approve of the actions of the genocidal force responsible for those martyrs buried under tons of rubble. 

To be clear, the chosen ones vaguely depicted in this essay are those in the East who pledge to eradicate innocent men, women, and children in a preemptive strike, believing that if they allow them to live, they will eventually retaliate for the harm committed against them. This sounds eerily similar to the premise used by America's racists to continually discriminate against formerly enslaved people and their descendants. It’s always been unfair that people of color have to make themselves appear smaller and less threatening so that those with nuclear weapons and true weapons of mass destruction don’t feel threatened. While I don’t have a background in the mental health profession, I’m savvy enough to recognize that something is going on with those making decisions to slaughter innocent people simply because they can. I hope history won’t be kind to them. Moreover, will there be numerous museums, memorials, days of remembrance, and movies made about the viciousness of the chosen ones, given their documented history of always crying wolf? I propose the following slogan: “Never again, unless it’s against them” as the words used to document what happened to the voiceless, who have struggled and just wanted to live in peace, but the chosen ones didn’t want to hear it. 

The light has illuminated the travesty, and minds have been enlightened. Scholars and those interested in understanding why you do what you do, having read your book of guiding principles, now know how you feel about and what you call non-Easterners. At some point, karma has to set in, and we will just have to see how things play out. They can run, but they cannot hide. They’d better hope they are seen as one of the “good” chosen ones before they meet their maker, but for the large percentage who co-signed the death and devastation, welcome to… well, you know where you’re going. No need for a burial plot; a clay container should suffice.

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