Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Cold

in a corollary of my previous idea on revenge, i today examine it more closely.

so -revenge, avengement, vengeance, justice. so many names. so much bitterness, so much anger. and DAMN it is fuckin fun.

why is revenge good?

revenge is one of the greatest motivators. the ultimate enabler. think edmond dantes and his shit-tough trainin with his priest-mentor in the most recent movie remake of dumas' count of monte cristo (yeah i know, i don't read much). think of the inscription GOD WILL GIVE ME JUSTICE on his cell wall for years (though he didn't exactly leave it to god after all, did he). on the brink of his extinction, he refused to accept his fate, and instead plotted a plan of grand revenge against his enemies. it gave him life when he was as good as dead. revenge is one helluva life tonic.

revenge buys you time to think of what to do next. in the edmond dantes example, he may have chosen not to seek revenge against the man who put him in chateau d'if and also nicked his bitch. by that time, he might have figured out somethin constructive to do with his life. in this case, he didn't, and he suffered by losin a loved one. however, the burnin desire for revenge has extended his life and subsequently bought enough time for it to precipitate into reflection and wisdom (although it was too late in the story). wisdom can be the orphan of vengeful urgency.

why is revenge bad?

revenge is a necessary manifestation of resentment. as my local priest once pointed out, the opposite of forgiveness is not sin but resentment. you do not really need to forgive a person for his sin as much as you need to stop feeling resentment over his sin against you. for example, i resent bein sodomised by a mr. marcellus wallace, so i wanna make sure he wakes up with a metre-long serrated blade in his rectum every mornin for the rest of his life. i replay in my mind the painful instances in which i was penetra.. i mean perpetrated. i remind myself how i was so cruelly wronged by mr wallace every day. i repeat to myself how i was the poor unfortunate victim. this is resentment -an angry and bitter emotion that can be so strong, it eclipses reason, rule and love. now anythin that overrides love is negative. imagine all that torment of self-imposed baggage. hate makes you so heavy, we all know that. it's very tirin to hate someone, especially if you intend to do it for years. it consumes you, bit by bit, insides rottin away. soon, it overruns your very lives, leavin room for nothin positive. so, as christ my lord commands, we must forgive and forget.

BUT HOW DO YOU FORGIVE SOMEONE WHO RAPED YOU?

i mean, he fuckin shoved his cock in your anus. he pulled your pants down, greased you up and aimed for penetration. what kind of sick man is that? you can't let him get away with that. you wanna call some hard pipe-hittin niggas to go to work on his ass, but they'll kill him straight -too quick a death. you wanna throw him to the long arm of the law, but they'll just slap on a coupla years in the pen for the bastard -too light a punishment (he'll probably get bummed for free to his enjoyment). you wanna leave it to the lord to fuck him in the afterlife -but damn it you don't really want him to burn in hell, you want a nest of fuckin fire-ants to set permanent camp on his anus!

in THIS life, he must remember his sin. even if no one else knows. if no one else knows he's got a colony of insects feedin on his arsehole, it's alright because you know. and even if you can't be there to see them ants to know for sure, you wanna be sure you've done all you can to make sure them fuckin ants are gonna be colonisin his anus.

WHY? well, i think it's more than pride, honour or even self-satisfaction. it's got somethin to do with how we all like to feel that we have some degree of control over our lives. it is very human to think of revenge but most stop short of actually carryin out the act because of societal norms. in this case, you can console yourself that it was no fuckin societal norm that put a black baton in your behind. the legal system is flawed, the illegal system is illegal and god takes too long but a colony of fire-ants is fuckin free if you know how to execute your revenge well. it's must be about how we want to feel that there is justice in the world, especially if you're impatient.

today, and most of many other days, i am fuckin impatient. you know, i once read a good line from time magazine, how "in that t-shirt in which we tried to trap him, the eyes of che guevara are still burnin with impatience". if you print my face on a t-shirt, i promise i'll burn a hole in it.

however, i also read in that same issue that "the height of cleverness is the ability to conceal it". so i've said too much already but hey fellas, i'll be layin, waitin for your next mistake.

ciao.

oyeah and btw, here's a very inconclusive online test on just how vengeful you are as a person. i scored 80/100. heh.

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Word Of The Wolf today is nolens volens \NO-lenz-VO-lenz\:

Whether unwilling or willing.

"With one final, long hard look at the man, Maximus took the sword and plunged it deep into the heart of his enemy, avenging the death of his dead wife and son, something he felt he waited six years to do, nolens volens."
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Nolens volens is from the Latin, from nolle, "to be unwilling"+ velle, "to wish, to be willing."