Satanic Sick Pick.

Fuck.

Quite a sentence, for a word. How many things do you think of when you read it like that? Is it curse or confession, order or entreaty?

If you’re horny, you might even get a face, or the body that goes with it. Someone you want to fuck, or someone you did fuck and the memory is sweet.

What do you commemorate with the word? Do you use it often or save it for special disasters?

The Devil loves it- sound, meanings, applications, implications. I use it extensively, there’s no wearing it out. It plays well with others, expands nicely to embrace the fuckable. Standing alone, the word has a special meaning, it’s the only word you can use when something renders you speechless. Any reader gets it- a shiver, true awe, for what? Light or dark? Good or bad? You’ll want to know what could possibly merit the stand alone Fuck. What indeed.

Another word that prompts a visceral response, let’s use caps here, so it can be seen clearly. SCAM. Stand it up on the platform, nail its feet to the floor so it doesn’t slip away. Crowds gather, let’s talk about it.

Scams, like rats, have been around since time began, why should you be surprised if your house is infested with them? Life itself- the biggest scam of all. After that the list is endless. The oxford online dictionary gives the expected- to gain fraudulently. The scribal copy of Webster’s 1936 edition, has no listing; they’ll use the noun- fraud, scheme, or other variant. Scam is a new, shiny word, faceless, bland, it takes the sinister right out of it. Sounds like spam, just another annoyance. Until they get you, and they will. Try and lay your hands on the villain, you might as well try to capture a unicorn. The villain is a ‘they’, the dirty cousin of ruling theys. Carrying letters of Marque, sweet sanction; hiding in alleys, preying on the weak.

We might call them pirates, but that would be giving them credit.

Governments, universities, schools, charities, merchants, labourers, manufacturers, religions, families, hierarchies, movements, it’s difficult to find something man made that isn’t a scam. All your works tend toward it.

Always something obtained with falsehood. Promises made and discarded, someone gets hurt. Usually the planet, but they weren’t kidding when they said, ‘man is wolf to man’.

I could spend hours on examples, horrify you with statistics, but everyone knows they’re the slaves of Scam. No, you can google stories, weep to You Tube videos, read any magazine. Information, like reality, is malleable, largely illusional. Trust it at your own risk, read the bold disclaimers, kick your reasoning mind down the stairs, it’s useless here. What can you trust? NOTHING. How long have I been telling you? At most, at best, trust your senses, unless you’re on medications. Take a shovel to your mind, dig deep, find that instinct, hang on to it.

Does it sound too good to be true? Duh. (A succinct way of saying it’s obvious to an idiot)

 Nigerian Royalty needs money to save their children- You can make the difference. What are the odds? (A succinct word for statistics) Duh. Your grandson is in jail, he needs bail but he can’t ask his parents, can grandma help? It wasn’t his stuff, he doesn’t do those things. The cops- another Tremendous Scam- the cops say it could affect his chances of getting into university- please grandma. You don’t sound like my grandson. I have a bad cold. Can you see where this is going? Grandma goes to the bank.

Find the Lists online- pensions, assisted living, veterans, the disabled, the lonely, the outcasts, find them and target them- like spearing fish in a barrel. A special kind of evil- it stinks, the Satanic nostrils curl, wave some brimstone around to freshen the air. No, it doesn’t help, you just keep getting filthier. This is what you create.

A gay man, disabled, lonely and looking for any kind of affection. An A.I. creation, read every text, every email, see what the victim watches online, sort through his statistics, hack his photo library. Who and what does he love? Make the actor, give him his motives, his scripts, fabricate his affection, reveal it with crafted comments. It’s like a video game really, for the maker, what else can I put in my world? What do I want to tap into? How much should I know? The smile, perfect white teeth, use it often. Programmed flattery, it’s the language of A.I., bring fluency and trigger words, sell yourself to the victim, until he’s sold on you. Then you hit him with the money, it’s always about money, they say. But I think it’s also about the essential evil, it’s like poisoning someone without getting caught. They do it for the pleasure of taking others down, shredding the last bit of humanity they possess. Kill all the warm human impulses, shut them right down, so they have to look online for it, get everything and everyone online- a simple goal, assured, a silent Takeover of the World.

So fast! So Fucking Easy. It quite took this Devil by surprise. New departments in Hell, icky, plastic technology, with it’s micro lifespan predetermined and hardly worth the effort. Sordid, petty, painfully true to form, your new version of reality is a cold nightmare.

The Past is ever tantalizing, I spend most of my time there. Time travel is pleasant when you can carry all the luggage you want, have nothing to fear from anything except witches, and pack obscene amounts of Gold. You still love gold, you always will, it’s so pretty.

Here’s the crux, the legendary gist, the salient point, the fucking essence that can’t be escaped, here it is, you have no reason to be nice to anyone- no physical or mental imperative, no instinct for it, perhaps no gene for it. You’ve been trying to force it on yourselves since you invented gods. Why?

Because you know you’re born to survive, like every other living creature, but you don’t like getting dirty. You want to be filthy and pristine at the same time. Your superior brain gives you advantages that you exploit ruthlessly, as befits a species that rules. Power, Gold, perfect immunity, who wouldn’t want it? Who decides who gets it? Why shouldn’t you have a say in that kind of decision? Why should you? 

Most of you claim equality, and by most I mean all poorer people, anyone on the lower economic rungs. No elite will ever feel equal to the mass of mediocre beings that make up the Herds. His arbitrary standards enforced, the goals set to reflect what’s already in power, everyone agreed on keeping it. In every country, in every time, all rivers flow for the ‘theys’, creatures corrupted from the inside out. Try and fight them, the movies have shown you how futile it is. Your taxation department will remind you with its Iron Fist.

Policemen, soldiers, consider them robots, programmed to a fault. Protect and Serve, the Motto, Oppress and Control, the Means. Don’t expect emotion from them- it’s missing, so no empathy, sympathy, regret or remorse. The Duty rules the Man, with its godlike sanction, its weapons cache. Violent fantasies, of course, but also just sweet, simple power. Any amount. The strut, the confident face, these are the signs of a boot licking lackey who’s enjoying his reward.  And what did you do to make him mad, ma’am? Lean into her, your large male body, with its threatening accessories, the voice in the radio, your blank expression, your perfect indifference.  Ask her if she’s hurt, would she like an ambulance- no, the children are okay. Talk to him, tell him he can’t hit women, he can’t hurt his kids- he knows, he’s calm now. Are we Good then? I think so. Goodnight ma’am.

As ever, domestic violence thrives. Ask yourself why.

Trust nothing, beware of yourselves, and the copies you make. Congratulations, you’ve morphed and are become viruses, with new worlds to infect. No rules, no mercy, what stops you from-?