Right is Might
Remember the days when winning at recess was one of life’s greatest triumphs?
Imagine a world where someone attempted to win at dodgeball in recess by controlling the whole school… everything… the administration, the teachers, the janitors, the buses, all the way down to the lunch ladies… and for thier team, they picked every fat girl and male feminist, and left all the football and baseball players to fill the ranks of their opponent? Seems crazy, right? We are all living out this unbelievable story today.
In reality, this blunder in selection wasn’t their choice. Evil didn’t purposely gather all the busted-buiskets limp-wristed pencil-necks. In the blinding rage that comes with pride and envy, they fully believed, no… they knew they were the best.
This is the way of lies. The downstream flotsam and jetsam of their every manipulative scheme is a frothing pile of losers; the timeless and inevitable end result of evil taking control is that the halls of every formally esteemed institution are filled with a bunch of do-nothing pussies, and while the ranks of evil’s enemies may lack position, power, and title, they are the ones whose respect is earned by simply by walking into the room.
The might that rises from the ashes of every evil plot is the material and unseen universe’s way of healing. It is the ancient magic written about by C.S. Lewis; it is the golden thread in every great story, and it is why we will win this war.
