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From: superv246@aol.com (Superv246)
Subject: {ASSM} (Revised) "In the Matter of: Instrument of God" (pedo, rape, abortion, religion)
Date: Fri,  6 Sep 2002 05:10:02 -0400
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THIS IS A REVISED EDITION
Responses and comments about this posting are encouraged.  

The following is the revised draft of what was originally Chapter 1 
and has been moved to Chapter 30 of a book I'm writing and I want 
to encourage people to comment (if they ever find
it in all the spam).

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 From the book "In the Matter of: Instrument of God"
Paul Robinson

Chapter 30
"I'm ...working on a use for child molesters ... I expect to have a
lot of fun with ...them."

	He stood up and shook hands.  "Hi, I'm Supervisor 246. Literally
everyone in this world calls me 246 so you can if you'd like.  I think
they said you're new here, uh," he looked down at the code - 30047 NV
Akers 780126 - and decided to go on a first name basis. "Akers, and
you wanted to talk on a complicated subject. Have a seat if you'd
like."  He sat down.  Unnecessary, but a long force of habit.
	"I've had some questions about religion and I can't find anyone else
who can seriously answer them.  They said you could."
	"They've probably been trying for several thousand years, but I'd
like to try."
	"Okay, then, have you ever wondered where some of these myths come
from?"
	"Like which ones?"
	"Well, I'm thinking of the concept of Hell, and damnation and so on. 
This place, for example.  Or what this place would have been if God
was running it.  Well they say he is but you know what I mean."
	246 Smiled.  "Yeah, I happen to know God personally so I know what
you mean.  Probably some minister needed some way to keep the money
rolling in, so he sold his services as ‘fire insurance.'  Same
reason a lot of people become Christians.  At least it was in my case.
 Fat lot of good it did me."
	"‘Fire insurance'?"
	"Yeah, according to the Bible, you learn you're a sinner and will
die, ending up in hell and burning forever.  About like getting
violated six ways from Sunday.  But you find out there's a way to
avoid that.  If you believe that Christ died for your sins, and will
save you from that horrible fate, if you confess your belief in him,
you become a Christian - or Born Again Christian if you like - and
thus you don't end up in the fires of hell."
	"Oh, I see.  But, anyway, I mean, I've never really understood the
idea that if there was a God, that if someone was bad, he would make
that person suffer forever, torture them for eternity, give them no
chance to repair what had been done wrong if it was at all possible,
and to top it off, punish them in such a way that it doesn't give
anyone else a chance to learn from the poor bastard's misery.  It just
seemed so... so... well if not cruel and heartless, at least terribly
bad, some how.  Maybe as bad as whatever the person did; it would seem
so... pointless, ahh, that's the word I'm thinking of, it seems like
such a pointless exercise in futility."
	"Not bad.  Most people can't see the whole logic of the entire
argument.  Especially when it's a religious argument.  Most of those
are ‘hands off'."
	"I think you're right."
	"I'll tell you something, Akers.  With most men who have a religious
system of beliefs, and a woman that they loved very deeply, would do
what Lot did and sacrifice her, first before his religion."
	"What do you mean?"
	"Lot was in the twin cities of Sodom and Gomorrah looking for an
honest man, and he has a couple of VIPs from heaven with him, when the
local no-longer-boys choir come by looking for some backdoor action,
and want to try the VIPs out for size.  So Lot brings out his two
beautiful, frightened virgin daughters, and offers them to the crowd,
telling them to do anything they want to them, violate them six ways
from Sunday, if they'll take the girls, go away and stop bothering him
and his two VIPs.  You can read about it in the Bible in II Kings,
chapter 2.
	"Well anyway, if you found a contradiction in most men's religious
beliefs, and gave the man the choice to accept that those beliefs were
wrong, or let you use his beautiful wife as the vessel of your
desires, for acting out your choice of scenes from any ten porno
flicks, he'd say, ‘here, take her and do with her as you will,
just go away and leave my religion alone.'  Most people won't look too
closely at their religion for fear they will find out what's wrong
with it."
	"Man, you're pretty good with this.  Let's say you're a minister..."
	"Actually, I once owned a religion when I was back on earth. 
Incorporated it and everything.  I appointed myself Demigod.  I think
that's three steps above Pope.  But go on."
	"Well anyway, you're a minister, and you tell people that if they do
wrong there is a hell in which they suffer forever, and I mean,
forever, a billion, trillion years of suffering and torment for
something they might do here and now during the measly 70 or 80 years
that they are on earth.  Now, there might be justification for some
people to be tortured like that, provided it was to teach someone else
a lesson, you know, how Jacob Marley in A Christmas Carol comes back
to tell Ebenezer Scrooge that he's got the same fate coming to him if
he doesn't get his shit together?"
	"Gotcha."
	"In that sort of case, I can see where it makes sense.  He comes back
to tell people what they're doing wrong.  But you can see where, ah,
who wrote that book?"
	"Charles Dickens."
	"You can see where Dickens is subscribing to the same theory as
Christianity is doing, if you make a mistake you suffer for it
forever, and you can't ever do anything to fix it.  All Marley's Ghost
can do is warn of the consequences but he can't ever get himself out
of the pickle he's in.  And why is it that if he's able to warn
Scrooge, wasn't he ever given any warning?"
	"Dramatic license.  The story really works quire well the way it's
written.  Or maybe he was and the story doesn't tell it.  Or maybe he
got a warning but ignored it."
	"Well, anyway, when you think about punishing people for enormous,
unimaginably long periods of time, it seems ridiculous when you talk
about some ordinary guy who does a few bad things in his life.  Maybe
Chairman Mao, or what's-his-name, I think it was Pol Pot, who ran the
Khmer Rouge in Cambodia, or Stalin, or Hitler, or some of those guys
in Africa who got together and murdered or ordered the murder of
millions of people..."
	"The Hutus in Rwanda killed 800,000 Tutsis in only 100 days, they
probably paid overtime bonuses to get the job done faster, like that
contractor in Los Angeles, who got the earthquake damaged freeway
rebuilt 60 days early by running three shifts and all the overtime
anyone wanted, and made 16 million dollars in extra profit. 
Indonesia's President Suharto ordered the invasion of East Timor where
over 200,000 died; at least 100,000 of them were murdered in the first
year alone. Ismail Enver, Ahmed Jemal and Mehmet Talaat ran Turkey
over Armenia to the tune of 1.5 million Armenians back in 1916, they
probably gave the Nazis ideas.  Sometimes I think Genocide must be
like one of those really great TV shows because it constantly keeps
coming back in reruns."
	"Well, anyway, I can see where scumbags like them deserve to burn in
hell forever.  And some of these really bad people, ones who hurt
others, I can see where maybe that might be appropriate, but still, if
all they do is rot in torture, and nobody knows about it, what is the
point?"
	"Maybe there isn't any point."
	"But some minister is going to tell me that a guy who cheats on his
wife, or embezzles a few thousand Euros, and doesn't get to God, or
Jesus, or whatever it is, deserves as much endless torture and
suffering, as some unforgivable bastards like them?"
	"On earth we - as in humans - put people in jail for life, without
possibility of parole."
	"That's just to keep them away from everyone else, mostly because
either they did something really bad that they can't come back to
society and continue to practice their trade, and also because we
don't know how to fix them so they don't come back and continue to
practice their trade.  Or because they don't qualify for the death
penalty.  Or they don't have a death penalty where they did it.  I
don't see the point of sentencing someone to ‘eternity in
torture, without possibility of parole'."
	"Maybe that's because they have to be kept out of the general
population of souls in heaven and and the people running the place
don't know how to cure them."
	"That doesn't make much sense either.  Human beings know how to use
certain drugs to cure many mental problems and fix people who would
otherwise be a threat, and yet God can't fix bad people, other than
treating them like used tires in a tire fire or tossing them from a
landfill into an endless incinerator and washing his hands of them? 
He doesn't have as much smarts as we do?"
	"Again, maybe it's because they need to keep really bad people, like
those who kill, murderers, for example, out of heaven.  Well, the
heaven as depicted by the Bible, anyway."
	"Keep murderers out of Heaven?  If there's any place that has lots of
those, it's Heaven!  Not counting those people who became born-again
Christians on death row and then got, uh, what was that term you used
on TV for an execution?"
	"A seat on ol' sparky and a 10,000 volt suppository."
	"Yeah that.  Then there are those who turned over in prison and
eventually got out.  They are apparently changed people but they
killed others and when they die they get to go to heaven."
	"Uh huh."
	"So saying that mere murderers need to be kept out of heaven is
ridiculous.  Or something that might be worse can still get into
heaven.  Look, I can run an abortion mill, stick a drill into a fetus
then insert a vacuum and suck the brains out of babies that hadn't had
the luck to be born..."
	"And maybe even a few that were born, but the parents don't want it,
so you don't say anything, Dr. Akers, M.D., you just insert the needle
full of formaldehyde into the skull, squeeze the trigger, pumping the
poison through the spinal cord, where it reaches the cortex
and dissolves the brain into jelly.  The parallel to sex gets me
excited just thinking about it.  So after you've raped the brain to
death, you put the head in a vice and crush the skull, then dump the
garbage in a trash bag.  Neat, clean, send the ex-parents a bill, and
send in the next soon to be no longer a woman in trouble in, so you
can scrape and rip out her problem.  Regular assembly line of death,
and a nice profit.  I've heard even the Nazis at the death camps were
slackers compared to a good abortuary running at full tilt."
	"You are sick, Supervisor 246, sick."
	"So as half of our world tells me. Hey, babe, I'm just admitting
what's going on."
	"Well, anyway, I do that, day in, day out, at a couple hundred bucks
a pop, butcher 50,000 or 200,000 fetuses for profit until I've made a
few million, then decide I shouldn't do that, because I become a
Christian, and I'm forgiven and one day when I'm 86 I drop dead on a
golf course, go to heaven and get to stay there in paradise forever."
	246 Smiles, sardonically. "You really think Heaven would be paradise?
 I hope I get the chance to see it."
	"You know what I mean.  But a guy who steals a TV set to feed his
heroin addiction and is shot by the cops, but dies before he gets the
chance to discover, ah, Christ is it?"
	"‘For God so loved the world that he sent his only begotten
son, that whosoever should believe in Him should not perish, but have
eternal life.'  John 3:16, the world's most translated phrase in all
literature."
	"Okay, so anyway, the guy stealing a TV dies before he gets that, and
as a result, he gets eternal torture, uh, what did you call it?"
	"Being violated six-ways-to-Sunday."
	"He gets that. Going back to me being a doctor who decided to stop
doing abortions and become a born-again Christian, I'm a
baby-slaughterer par excellence, but still a welcome member of Heaven,
he's a minor thief and an everlasting member of the damned."
	"Yeah.  Ain't that wonderful?"
	"Wonderful?"
	"Yeah. It's a really great way to run a universe.  The confessed, no
matter how bad their crimes, get to go free and those who didn't
confess, no matter how tiny theirs, can't ever get free.  Exact
inverse.  Or, let's put it in our terms:  Those who confess, we
‘love ‘em back into the world', those who didn't confess
we ‘violate ‘em six-ways-to-Sunday'.  Some people say it's
how I think, backward.  Maybe they're right.
	"I think it's a fucking stupid way to run things.  And what do you
mean, you think backward?  You dyslexic or something?"
	"No, not exactly.  Did you see that incident a few weeks ago at the
Picketing Zone near the Main Entrance?"
	"Yeah, the riot.  That was sort of strange.  But I still don't
understand what you mean by backward."
	"I came out in public saying that it was correct. for the police to
leave the guy holding the anti-Semitic poster to be able to continue
to show it, while the cops violated all the other people who were
fighting, many of whom were victims of Concentration camps, hauled
them off to jail in handcuffs, for breaking Rule #1 by hitting people.
 They had suffered horrible things, some we wouldn't want to imagine;
he had cruelly and viciously insulted their suffering.  I said that
he's a law abiding citizen, they're criminals.  Backward.
	"But you forgot what happens to the aborted fetuses and murdered
babies.  If you take theology literally, the doctor who becomes a
Christian, and any of the women who had their fetuses destroyed who
do, get into heaven but because the fetuses were unable to confess
their sins to Christ, they can't make it and they too, get to ride
that highway to hell."
	"I would have thought that babies and children who don't know any
better would go to heaven automatically."
	"A nice idea not supported by scripture.  I think the line which
Jesus uses is something like, ‘There is no way to the Father,
none, not any, except through Me.'  Jesus is the gatekeeper to
salvation, either you get it from him or you don't get it at all.  The
concept of babies and children automatically going to heaven is from
the ‘kinder, gentler' school of Christianity that also believe
in what you feel about the unfairness of eternal torture, so they
solved the problem by saying that when people are really bad, they are
destroyed.  But that's not a good solution, either."
	"Why not?  It sounds a whole lot more reasonable and kind than
endless torture."
	"Yeah, but then it loses the hold on people through future
punishment."
	"You've lost me somewhere."
	"Religion uses the idea of damnation - eternal burning in hell - as a
punishment to keep people from going nihilistic and doing anything
they damn well please to anyone.  Okay for this example, let's go
under the knife and go back to life on earth."
	"Nice place, interesting to visit, wouldn't want to stay there,
though."
	"I like that!  You're catching on!  Well, anyway, you're this really
bad guy, oh something really, really, bad, let's say, hmm, tax
collector."
	"Get serious."
	"You want it serious?  I'll give you serious.  Okay, you're a
professional kiddie raper.  A child molester specializing in really
young girls.  The really precious ones that break your heart, you
know, the adorable ones that are so cute."
	"Uh huh.  I don't like where you're going here"
	"Bear with me.  So you see this nice, juicy looking little girl,
turns out she's a beautiful little 7-year old, pixie face, blond hair,
she's so cute, so sweet and innocent.  So you get the mother out of
the store on a pretext, say her car's been damaged by an accident, or 
maybe you wait until she comes out, then knock her out and take her
keys.  Grab the 7-year old, whose name is Margaret, who would some day
grow up to be a lovely young lady and break a bunch of men's hearts,
and drive off in her mother's car to yours, which is two blocks away
so nobody gets your license plate.  By now you've given Maggie
something to knock her out.  Dump the car there, wipe the steering
wheel, get in yours and drive off.  So the police have no leads, you
get away clean and they'll never find you. You take our little girl
home and tie her to the bed, spread eagled and naked.  Once Maggie
wakes up, you get into bed..."
	"I really don't think I want to hear this."
	"Oh come on, you'll like the results."
	"I doubt it strongly."
	"So, anyway, beautiful little Margaret, blue eyes, 7 years old, is
lying naked and spread eagled on the bed, scared to death, and
rightfully so.  You tell her that in a moment she's going to feel
something slide between her legs and inside of her and it's going to
hurt, a lot.  This will make her tense up, which is exactly what you
want as it will make her vagina even tighter. You've got this really
stiff hard on, so you get on top of her, aim yourself, then arch your
back as high as you can, and give a mighty plunge, aiming straight for
her twat.  In one second, BOOM! Your dick hits the opening, slides
into her, as you hear her scream in agonizing pain and perhaps arch
her back as a result.  But unfortunately for her, she does it the
wrong way which makes it even better for you, as your dick continues
scraping against her extremely tight vagina, hits the hymen, shatters
it as she screams again, then your cock plunges into her tightness
until you bottom out, giving her an agonizing bang on the cervix.
	"Then you back up and start pounding on her like you're trying to
match the cadence of the 78 rpm phonorecord  of the Anvil Chorus for
maybe a couple minutes, in her tight pussy which is now well
lubricated.  With blood.  Hers.  Then you come, a really, really good
satisfying orgasm to reward you for all the work you've done, and you
pour the pork into her.  You've just had a whale of a good time while
this kid is in really horrible pain and if Maggie will ever be normal
again it's sweepstakes odds she can never have children.  That doesn't
matter much as you wait until your dick is hungry again, but her twat
is pretty much wasted now.  But she's got another opening."
	"Oh please."
	"All right, I'll skip the details.  Suffice to say you rip her a new
one - literally - and you've finished with her down there.  So you put
her on her knees facing you, a block in her mouth so she can't bite
down, stand in front of her, grab her by the back of the head, then
run your dick in until it hits the back of the throat and the gag
reflex hits, and you ride that dick milker until you come again and
spurt it in her.
	"This is even worse."
	"Oh I haven't even come - no pun intended - close to worse.  You've
only had her for the better part of a couple of hours.  You haven't
ruined her mouth as you have down below, you could probably sell her
to some other pervert for the same thing.  But it's too risky, so you
decide you want to feed your need one more time.  This time you look
at lovely Maggie with those beautiful blue eyes, now clouded in a
miasma of pain and betrayal, and decide to really have some fun with
her!  This time you step over her shoulders so you're riding her face
like a bicycle, ram your dick into her again, to get her throat to
milk you again, but this time you start pumping it in and out so you
can get even more pleasure!  Then finally you hold her head tightly
against you so that her nose is blocked by the pudendum at the base of
your penis, so she can't breathe. You leave it in her throat as she
chokes and gags until she passes out, struggling, which also feels
good, and finally dies, so the last thing she ever feels in that world
is your dick cutting off her airway.  You then dump the body in a lime
pit and sell the pictures of her and maybe of what you've been doing
to her."
	"I think I'm going to be sick.  You scare me.  You sound like you've
had considerable experience in this line of work."
	"Never.  The closest I ever did was sentence a woman to be raped, or
rather, almost raped, as punishment of a conviction for the equivalent
of a rape that she did, of someone else.  And it wasn't that bad for
her  You can read about it in the case reports if you're interested."
	"So, anyway, there's a point to the story about the child molester?"
	"Yeah.  You do this maybe 40, 50 times and you finally get caught. 
You go to prison and you get the Jeffrey Dahmer treatment, and you're
lying crumpled up on the floor of a prison shower with a shiv up your
ass and your own blood coagulating on the floor.  I told you that
you'd like the ending.  The guy, you, gets what he deserves, a nice
messy death."
	"I don't think I like it much."
	"You'll like this even less.  If, before you, the multiple child
molester, died, you learned about Christ and confessed your sins to
him, and accept him as your savior, then you go to heaven anyway
despite all that you did to those lovely little girls - like poor
little Margaret - that you brutalized to death.  If you didn't accept
Christ, then ..."
	"Well deserved eternal damnation?"
	Supervisor 246 smiled.  "No.  Nothing."
	"Huh?"
	"Remember, in this example we're saying there is no Hell to be
eternally damned to, so if you don't make it to heaven you are
destroyed.  Or as they say in the computer business, expunged.  Since
you didn't get saved, you die, dead, your soul disintegrates and you
never know anything.  You don't get punished at all.  And the 50
little girls you raped, sodomized and horribly murdered, like poor
little Margaret, don't get into heaven either - they just cease to
exist too - because they didn't know Christ.
	"Now let's put hell and eternal damnation back on the table for a
moment.
	"I'll even grant you the premise that little kids get into heaven if
they're below the age to understand right from wrong, which is
probably 6 or so.  Whoops!  Sorry, Maggie, you knew when you stole
those pieces of candy at the store the week before this incident
happened that it was wrong and you did it anyway.  When the kiddie
raper got you, that was just too bad.  You died, you were old enough
to know what you were doing, you failed to accept Christ as your
savior, you're going to hell for eternity babe.  Watch our friend the
child molester and wave as he goes by as you pass him on his way to
heaven.
	"It doesn't matter what age you assign that we let people in because
of innocence, sooner or later I'm going to get you with some sick
story about some poor unfortunate who is above the age limit, didn't
do much of anything wrong who got brutalized to death, did not know
Christ, and went to hell forever and the guy - or girl, but it's
usually a guy - who brutalized her, did know Christ, and went to
heaven forever."
	"So the idea of no hell if you die and mere destruction is an
unsatisfactory solution too, it gets rid of the problem of the concept
of unlimited pointless torture of burning in eternal damnation.
	"But now you don't have anything after people die to threaten them
with if they don't do right and act nice while on earth.  If you are
saved you get heaven, you're bad you get nonexistence.
	"Actually, if Existence was a game it wouldn't be too bad.  If you
win, you win big, if you lose, you'll never know.  Someone once said
that you had to have immortality in order to be able to have a reason
for morality.  If this Afterlife that people talk about so much wasn't
around, what reason is there to do anything nice and decent?  In that
case, the only true reason to live your life is to practice nihilism.
	"What you really should do in that case, is have all the fun you can
have, be even worse than our good buddy and well respected member of
Heaven, the man who raped Margaret to death, and be sure to kill
anyone that gets in your way, plus don't forget to steal, plunder and
pillage too, every crime you commit is free, no extra charge and don't
forget to kill a few cops the next time you rob a donut shop by the
way, we appreciate your business!
	"It doesn't matter, whether you're good or bad, once you die you
still die dead and you never get any extra punishment - in fact you
get no punishment at all - for your crimes.  Whether you're the
holiest of holy people or the worst scumbag on the face of the earth,
nothing happens to you after you die, you just cease to exist.
	"So the choice is up to you, either you have some form of Afterlife
for those who meet the criteria, which probably ain't that hard to do,
and really serious torture for eternity, or nothing at all and no
punishment for the wicked, and maybe no reward for the virtuous
either.  You pays your money and you takes your chances but you never
know how the game will end until it does.".
	"Something about this doesn't make any sense, or seem right."
	"None of it does.  If there was a God it would be more sense to
excise out the bad in someone who made a mistake, get rid of whatever
was wrong, and then put the rest - who wasn't responsible for what the
bad part made them do - back into productive society.  Either that,
or, if they are really double-plus ungood, like our child molester
above and you can't fix them, find a use for them."
	"Find a use for child molesters?"
	"Yeah.  I'm actually working on a use for child molesters and
rapists, if it works I expect to have a whole lot of fun with a few of
them.  Maybe a lot of them if I'm right."
	"What, make them victims of what they did?"
	"No, worse."
	"I think maybe I don't want to know what's worse than being a victim
of a child molester, just from the sickening examples you gave, or
what kind of punishment you could do that's worse than what they did. 
And if you can, I'm kind of worried.  Of you."
	"Oh it's not that bad.  Just give them what they want.  And lots of
it."
	"Giving a child molester lots of victims is punishment to the
molester?"
	"Yeah.  If I'm right we're going to have unbelievable gratification
at the expense of some of these scumbags.  Let me say I'm going to
really enjoy it when they get exactly what they want."
	"What, you plan to be the molester?"
	"No."
	"What?"
	"I plan to be the victim, the one like our precious Maggie, who is
being raped.  I'm going to be the one who really gets to have fun. 
See, I told you: I think backwards."
	"And you think that is going to be a lot of fun?"
	"Yeah.  Let's just say that those child raping bastards are really
going to be taken for a ride."

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