The Noxsoma Chronicles [0138].
02-05-2026 … Day 23718 (Full Metal Thorsday).
Hey Bloggers – There’s an audio/visual version of this [In English] on Substack: https://open.substack.com/pub/noxsoma/p/all-good-people?r=xpuqt&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true
I like telling this story.
I had written one of these “auto-writing” posts that compared The founding fathers of the United States to Satan. Or maybe it was Lucifer. It doesn’t matter what you call – “Him.” The sentiment is the same.
“Better to rule in the “New World,” than to be subjects of the Crown.”
The next day Universe sent a “messenger” my way – [I called him an “angel” – the definition of “messenger.”]
I was at the Monkey Bars, Dude shows up. Really shouldn’t call him “Dude.” We are contemporaries. He may have mentioned he had a few years on me.
“Angel” was a religious Man, and with religious men – most of whom are missionaries deep down inside – the conversation turned to—you guessed it. Religion and all that stuff.
I am the exact wrong vagabond to be talking about religion with. Or especially – “to.” Christianity in particular. I figured it was Universe getting back at me for that crack about the Founding Fathers. But you know I’m right. You don’t even have to think about it. Revolution in Heaven. Revolution on Earth.
Anyway, “Angel” starts talking about “eternity.” I can’t remember exactly what I said, but I mentioned the past and suggested – or actually, “reminded” Angel that eternity goes both ways. [As if it moves at all. But I wasn’t that clever back then.]
He had to ponder this though. Seems he’d never heard it put like that.
“Do-gooders are the thieves of virtue.” Manly Hall.
There’s this “quirk” about Humans, especially those who consider themselves “good” – for whatever reason. The self-assessment immediately states that others are “bad.” Or at the very least not “as” good – as you believe “you” are. It’s “instant” hierarchy. It’s comparison. Comparing one’s self to others should be a deadly sin. Greed & gluttony can be merged into one, and we can slip “comparison” in there without upsetting the list.
The “good” people like to use adjectives to describe themselves – Heroic. Empath. Christian. Devout. God-fearing. Righteous. Sensitive. Professional. Loving. And of course, “Good.” [Which is derived from “God.” Which is basically describing one’s self as “God like” without using the word, “God.” It’s like saying “Shizz” instead of “Shit.” Everybody knows what you’re saying. The thought is still there. But somehow by changing the word and the sound – you won’t burn in Hell.]
Speaking of not using “God’s” name “in vain.”
Back in the Middle Ages, humans used to express surprise by exclaiming, “God’s Body!” It was pretty much used as an expletive. If something went wrong, or surprised you – or more likely “shocked” you, instead of dropping an “F-bomb” you might exclaim, “God’s Body!”
Here are some examples from the web.
Shakespeare ignored the impropriety in Henry IV Part II, 15 97:
First Carrier:
“God’s body! the turkeys in my pannier are quite starved.”
Perhaps he was rebuked for that. In any event by 1600, when he wrote Hamlet, he had gone halfway towards the euphemistic version:
POLONIUS:
“My lord, I will use them according to their desert.”
HAMLET:
“God’s bodykins, man, much better: use every man after his desert, and who should ‘scape whipping?”
The first to use ‘odds bodkins’ in something approaching the current spelling was Henry Fielding, in Don Quixote in England, 1734:
“Odsbodlikins… you have a strange sort of a taste.”
What does this unfurling suggest? Just how inculcated “God” was in the lives of the English.
Humans aren’t good. None of us are. At best we are a jumble of conflicting emotions attempting to deal with contradictory forces. There’s no actual concrete, set in stone, always gonna-be-right, definition for “good.” The very word requires comparison.
Here is one of my favorite episodes of “30 Rock.” Kenneth, the page, loves television. That’s why he works at NBC. Kenneth doesn’t earn enough money to pay for cable. Jack, the boss, suggests that Kenneth “steal” cable service. I think, if I remember correctly, Jack suggested splicing into Kenneth’s neighbor’s cable.
“Odsbodkins!” Kenneth, a good, wholesome, honest, country-boy from the mid-west, maybe Kentucky, could never do anything so dastardly as stealing.
So Jack buys Kenneth a big flat-screen TV. What do you think happened? Quite honestly, I forget. But I seem to remember Kenneth having cable on his TV by the end of the show.
What do “good” people do when confronted with irresistible temptation?
They make excuses. Or, they lie about it.
The most damning was the lie that made them think, or believe that they were “good.”
My landlady thinks that I am a “good” person. I know better. It’s an illusion. And while it may be an illusion I don’t have any interest in disturbing – I am not deluding myself.
What passes as “good” – is discipline and experience. I, [Ego speaking here], do a very good job of not doing dumb shit. “When you do dumb shit, dumb shit happens.” I am simply not motivated to do dumb shit.
Why is this?
Because I have done dumb shit before. Sometimes I got away with it. But it gnawed at my “psyche” – so I didn’t really get away with it. Did I?
If humans believe that I am “good,” I am not going to argue with them. That comes under the heading of “doing dumb shit.”
But back to everyone else that believes that they are “good people.” Especially the “empaths.” They are like emotional martyrs. Always justifying their pain and pretending to feel the pain of others. Their favorite target is the “Narcissist.” Can’t tell you how many pieces I have read on the psychological drama between Empaths, (the good) and Narcissists, (the bad.)
[Note – I have known both. I do not admit to being either. I do not vouch for anyone elses opinion or experience with past versions of this vessel. My seeds think I am cool. That’s all that counts.]
Something I read today by one of these “good Humans” had to do with “Ice-Ice-Baby” aka I.C.E. Which stands for “Immigration & Customs Enforcement.” The author mockingly surmised that the humans who joined this agency were maligned, teased or bullied as children. Maybe they were. Or maybe they weren’t. I don’t know any Ice agents but from the images I’ve seen they look more like bullies than those who have been bullied. But I don’t really know. And I won’t pretend that I do,
I will however posit a theory.
I have heard from many commentators and analysts that “enforcement” agencies hire specific “personality types” for the fodder-pawns they deploy to the chessboard. Young. Pliable. Inexperienced with inbred, [pun intended], ideas about America itself – and everything and everyone, that is not America. The “training programs” have become more “sophisticated” since the 1960s & 70s and with the infusion of outside, [the USA], participation, pre-existing prejudices and bigotry are simply weaponized to complete the mission.
Speaking of “sophisticated,” your humble scribe is not sophisticated enough to parse through what’s “real” and what’s manipulated in Minnesota, or in any other Ice incidents. One would have to be on the ground, and objective to even know where to begin. But that’s exactly the point. Too many variables. What is seen. What videos go viral, are controlled. We know they can do this, because, once again, back to 2020, when counter-narrative views were “disappeared.” Nonetheless, there are recognizable patterns discernible. It was only six years ago that the same “pattern” was being woven into a narrative for human consumption. There is definitely some “show biz” going on.
I hear you.
“Are you saying – [insert your accusation here]??”
Whatever understanding you get, or got from this piece, is all yours. There have been some implications made. If you would like them expounded upon, drop a comment. Remember – I “know” nothing. We distill observations, experiences and the chronicles from the past that we have access to. Then we analyze it, painstakingly type it out, and share it. Once it’s in your ears, (or eyes), and in your mind, it’s out of our hands.
Just remember – When you do dumb shit. Dumb shit happens. So whatever kinda way this makes you think, or feel – don’t do dumb shit.
By the way, by the time “Angel” left the playground he says to me, “I guess eternity could go both ways.”
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