"There was a certain rich man, which was clothed in purple and fine linen, and fared sumptuously every day:
And there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, which was laid at his gate, full of sores,
And desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man's table: moreover the dogs came and licked his sores.
And it came to pass, that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham's bosom: the rich man also died, and was buried;
And in hell he lift up his eyes, being in torments, and seeth Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom."
At the beginning of October, I wrote about the murder of two sanctimonious social-justice agents of cultural destruction at the hands of their own would-be virtue. Lt. Hauk and Sgt. Major Dickerson from Good Morning, Vietnam were both murdered on the streets of unrepentant pride, and, unless they had a final moment with the Lord that no one saw, are in hell right now, reaping their reward. I wrote about it in the article The Hip Service. Their deaths are unfortunate, but don't ever let anyone blind you with the idea that they were tragic.
It's only tragic if the victim didn't dig the hole and line it with purple and fine linen. It's only tragic if the victim didn't fare sumptuously from the buffet of their own virtue on a daily basis.
It's unfortunate, but it isn't tragic.
"And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send
Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and
cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.
But Abraham said, Son, remember that thou in thy lifetime receivedst thy
good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things: but now he is
comforted, and thou art tormented.
And beside all this, between us and you there is a great gulf fixed:
so that they which would pass from hence to you cannot; neither can
they pass to us, that would come from thence."
Because the nature of the fallen, sinful world will never be changed by people who aren't aware that they can't change it, the unfortunate event happened again. According to the L.A. Times, "Michael Latt, a marketing consultant and social justice advocate with strong ties to Hollywood, died Monday after a woman entered his home and shot him in the head, law enforcement sources told The Times.
Authorities believe the shooting was a random act of violence."
He was rich, connected, and only 33.
According to his mother, a founding senior director at the Sundance Institute, and therefore an elite cultural gatekeeper,
This is the moment when those of us with dysfunctional families can celebrate our good fortune and breathe a sigh of visceral relief we weren't born into a curse like that. If a homeless person blew my brains out, I would hope to God my mother wouldn't write about how I "championed artists of color," or "leveraged storytelling for enduring change." What a disgraceful, inhuman thing to say about somebody. That's like saying, "the robotic agent of cultural destruction we groomed for a gold-plated death from birth, chose racism and mandatory mediocrity over merit, talent, vision, and excellence, and worked to inject an agenda into our culture to ensure a change for the worse that will endure forever."
What a disgrace. Imagine being tormented in hell, and looking up at your family from the flames, and having to listen to them talk about you like that.
I feel sorry for you, man. I really do. I am grateful beyond words not to have been burdened with privilege like yours. Looking at pictures of you, you seemed like a nice enough guy. I'm sorry for you. I really am. But....
Leveraged storytelling? Racist preferential treatment that enables artlessness... in your son's Twitter eulogy? And these people work at the Sundance Film Festival?
How incomprehensibly disgraceful.
"Then he said, I pray thee therefore, father, that thou wouldest send
him to my father's house:
For I have five brethren; that he may testify unto them, lest they
also come into this place of torment.
Abraham saith unto him, They have Moses and the prophets;
let them hear them.
And he said, Nay, father Abraham: but if one went unto
them from the dead, they will repent.
And he said unto him, If they hear not Moses and the prophets,
neither will they be persuaded, though
one rose from the dead."
Unlike Michael Latt and the liberal archetypes from Good Morning, Vietnam, you still have Moses and the prophets. Hear ye them, y'all.
Do it now.
Of course, you are free to ignore the warning and wager your own soul on the possibility that the self-righteousness and cut-and-paste virtue of the self-hating, racist rich will protect YOU from the consequences of ignoring the reality of sin. Denial, self-righteousness, and willful ignorance didn't protect Lt. Hauk, Sgt. Major Dickerson, or Michael Latt in THIS life; I see no reason to assume it will protect them in the next.
Of course, it's possible there is no other life, or that they'll all be recycled into bumblebees, or higher spiritual entities, incapable of vice. It's possible Luke 16 is just a fairytale designed to control weak-minded lemmings from white (and therefore privileged) families of unbelievable dysfunction who deserve to be destroyed by superior beings such as ourselves anyway, and that our self-immolating, religious racism and willful deafness are yet more signs of our own virtuous, morally-superior power that will be rewarded by the false gods of social justice in due time.
Tomorrow, perhaps. By a homeless person, living in a car.
Your call. It is your soul, after all.
Gamble with it as you see fit.