The Devil's Diary
Damn if Kevin Phillip s isn't on to me. Greed is my game. War is my means. Empire is my triumph. Victory at any costs is the purpose of the game. I want it all because I'm special. My lust has driven every empire from the first to the present. And damn if I'm not about to win the world with my latest empire.
Not that Phillips is the first to catch onto my addictive game of greed. The Bible resounds of tales of my exploits and empires. Babylon was my babe, Egypt my making. Army upon army marched upon my command while the rich bid goodbye and the priests sang for soldiers to go forward for God and country.
Of all the empires that I have ever spawned, this current incarnation has the potential of being the greatest of all. This empire already transcends nations. Not that I have ever owed any nation or alliance any allegiance. "What's in it for me?" is my religion. The world's fastest growing, I might add.
Consume, devour, discard like hungry, insatiable beasts. That's what I like to see. And what better place to look than American cars. They are like angry little demons out of hell. Angry cars prowl, ready to pounce, growling out guttural warnings as they mark their territory, fighting for space at the oil hole, where their thirst will not be quenched until every last drop is drained. All the time they are angrily and aimlessly running here and there, the little demons are belching and farting their foul fumes directly into the lungs of Mother Earth. What more could I ask?
Fortunately, Phillips doesn't directly mention me by name in "American Theocracy." He's a historian, not a theologian. All he does is point out that the religious right is in cahoots with my Mammonites. Actually, they fully cooperate on certain mutual interests such as the war in Iraq. My devotees want the wealth and power. The religious right wants power as well as for God to show how much he loves the world by unleashing a blood bath of Biblical proportion. Meanwhile, the average American consumer simply wants cheap gas and a really cold beer to watch the Super Bowl.
Americans feel so very entitled. They are God's chosen people (spoilt brats, really). Others have tried but they all failed God. Americans are different. They are special. God is really on their side and they can do no wrong. That's why they don't need science. They don't even need facts. Forget studying history. Who needs to learn from losers? American are special. It's their destiny which God wants them to manifest. They will rule the world and make it so just and secure that God himself will feel safe again to come down and walk the face of the earth. Armageddon is all that is needed.
Just listen to the President. He's God man. Follow wherever he shall lead thee. Bush is the modern Moses. Wherever Bush goes, everything breaks out into a perpetual wildfire. No matter how large the surplus he was given, Bush burned it up. No matter the almost worldwide support for America following 9/11, Bush burned American allies and bridges until nearly everyone is ready to see America get burned. Behold my Burning Bush.
But, not to worry, dear diary, if America should fall. China won't let it fall too far at first. China still needs a market for its goods. Like a good finance company, China will offer more cheap credit to help America consolidate its record deficits. But when China no longer has a need for a market in America and China decides to call in all the debts owed by America, then I'll simply move my incarnate corporate headquarters from America to Asia. No matter what happens, greed is always going to come out on top so long as humans worship me. And the way things are going, they all soon will be openly adoring me and praising me. Fine by me if my slaves want to sing my praises while I work them to the bone as they suffocate in the fumes of their filth while killing each other off for oil and God.
Yours in greed,
Lucifer B. Mephistopheles de Mammon