Picture this: you’re a police officer in a small suburban Illinois town. You’re patrolling the streets, keeping your friends and neighbors safe from whatever evil lurks underneath the neat suburban surface. You believe in justice, equality, and the essential goodness of man. You love your wife, your children, your family, and America – the greatest nation on Earth. Though there is a lot of violence and sadness in this great world of ours, you count yourself fortunate to live in a place where things still seem to make some sort of sense.
Now imagine minding your own business, just trying to finish your shift and get home to your loving family on a Sunday afternoon. Now imagine seeing this. Everything you know is wrong. Your notions of essential goodness and fairness in the world are shattered. Your believe in the beyond is shaken, as you wonder what sort of loving and merciful creator could ever allow such …such EVIL to occur in the universe. “Why, God, why?” you ask as your face crumples into despairing sobs.
Here’s what we know: a man in a pleather vest is riding some unholy homemade mashup of an early Pontiac Fiero and a motorcycle (Harley? Who knows – this isn’t Harleyverse or Hoonley dot com). He has painted the unnatural beast an unnatural shade of, what, periwinkle and painted flames on the side. This is what we know. That is all we know. The natural human reaction is to want to know MORE. To understand the derangement and mental illness that allows such a thing to exist. We are curious beings by nature. But knowing more may be harmful to one’s own mental health and the ties that bind us together as humans. Perhaps it’s best to let this alone, to walk away slowly never to look back. The world is a grim and bleak place sometimes. Best not to dwell on it. May God forgive us all.
(HT: Officer Brian)