R.J. Stove: Thoughts on the Recent Murders of Police Officers

Thoughts on the Recent Murders of Police Officers in Dallas and Baton Rouge

“Heart and soul, not merely by word but by deed, he [the terrorist] has severed every link with the social order and the civilized world; with the laws, good manners, conventions, and morality of that world. He is its merciless enemy and continues to inhabit it with only one purpose: to destroy it.”

—Sergei Nechayev, nineteenth-century Russian pamphleteer, blackmailer and catechist of exterminationism

“Our constitution was made for a moral and religious people. It is wholly inadequate to the government of any other.”

—John Adams

I love the First Amendment!

My daily teenage spasms

Of hip post-Christian anarchy

Comprise my sole orgasms.

My bible’s Charlie Hebdo,

My sacral sense baptized

By pix of masturbating nuns

And Jesus sodomized.

Anthropoid rap’s my playlist.

“F**k tha police”, they screamed.

But of Baton Rouge and Dallas

I scarcely even dreamed.

In creedal terms, I’m “Catholic.”

Or “Protestant.” Or “Jew.”

But always I’m Nechayev,

For ethics make me spew.

My brain’s an open cesspit.

I never had a soul.

Where surgeons think my heart is,

They’ll find a gaping hole.

Libido dominandi

Is now my middle name,

And not to be corrupted

Is the filthy fascist shame.

Though I’ve not read a single book,

I’ve mastered modish chatter,

Forever joining rent-a-mobs

And shrieking “Black Lives Matter.”

But not for me the sniper’s task.

I’m far too scared for that.

The sinking ship of Washington

Will never join this rat.

The First Amendment is my god,

And talking heads my whores.

Today, I rule America.

Screwtape’s my name. What’s yours?

R.J. Stove