Listening: Hello, Poe
Desiring: peace on earth


The older I get and the more depressing news I hear the more I believe that the heroes of fantastic stories and myths had it easy.

Hobbits, farmers-who-would-be-kings, orphans, ordinary people who undertake extraordinary quests were, each and every one, rediculously lucky.

Maybe they had to sleep under hedges, and maybe they faced regular physical abuse and maybe they got kicked around for being lowly, but they still had it all the way over each and every one of us.

I've always thought it was unfair that fantasy worlds always made bad guys easy to spot. Just look for the dudes with horns, claws, fucked up teeth and inability to speak clearly.

Sure some worlds had highly placed spies, but still...


None of the bad guys in this world look like bad guys. they look just like everyone else. It even gets tough to tell the groups of bad guys apart. They like to use similar tools and have similar goals. All too often they're interchangeable.


Moreover, they capitalize on the fact that there are so few freelance good guys out there. This world has a shortage of Dark Knights, paladins, good hearted rogues and other Forces for Good. The only force able to stop them is The Man, and The Man has so complicated his own role in the world that Evil (at least as an ideal) has little to fear from him.


Too many of my friends look at evil as something cute and silly, a Bizarro slant that says evil is a mad scientist trying to create intelligent toe fungus to so intensely harass world leaders as to get them to agree to bring back 8-tracks. It's goofy and comical. It's evil with bunny ears and bloody fangs.

But that's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about Evil.