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THIRD REVISED EDITION
Responses and comments about this posting are encouraged.

The following is the revised draft of what was originally Chapter 1,
was moved to Chapter 30, then 46 then became (at the moment) chapter
68 of a book I'm writing and I want to encourage people to comment.

The original title of this chapter was
"I'm ...working on a use for child molesters ... I expect to have a
lot of fun with ...them."

Notes on content: Items which would be in italic are marked in braces
{like this}

Chapter 68
"Human beings know how to ... cure ... people... and yet God can't..."

     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."
     "The first thing is, if this place is here, doesn't that mean
that everything the Bible tells us about God is wrong, otherwise,
shouldn't we be going to some place like that instead of a weak clone
version of Earth?"
     "`Weak clone,' I like that term.  What, you don't like it here?"
     "Actually I don't like to admit it but I love it here, but I
think a lot of my friends would believe I'm crazy to say that since we
didn't make it to Heaven.  The real one, that is, if there is one."
     "Yeah, I know what you mean.  Well, let me tell you something, I
would say basically, whether they want to admit it almost everyone
loves it here.  How long have you been here?"
     "Three standard years."
     "Then you must love the place or you're deathly afraid to go
back."
     "I'm never going back, there's too many things to do here and
lots of things you can't do on earth.  And of course, well, uh, you
know how the women are here."
     "Yeah.  They are wonderful, the most magic things on the face of
the Afterlife and I love every one of them.  And as often as I can.
About how many women have you had sex with since you've been here?"
     He looks down at his shoes.  "Well, uh, I'm kind of embarrassed
about it..."
     "Well, let's see.  You're a fairly cute looking young man if I
have an idea of what women like, you've been here three standard
years, based on the kid-in-a-candy-store theory of lots at first then
settling down, plus the usual number of accepted propositions from
women, I'd guess you've had sex with something in the neighborhood of
a couple thousand women, possibly more than that, would that be about
right?"
     Akers looked at him.  "A couple {thousand}?   I was thinking more
like two or three {hundred}."
     "You've been here three standard years and you've only seen a
couple hundred women?  Oh that's not much, I had more than that many
in the first four calendar months I was here.  A fairly nice looking
guy like you has had sex with only a couple hundred women over three
standard years, in a city with over a billion women, most of whom are
totally uninhibited, horny all the time and realize there's no shame
to having sex with lots of men, my, my.  Either you've got a lot more
willpower to resist when they proposition you or you don't get out
very often.   But we can discuss sex some other time, I love to talk
about sex, but I'll try and work on your religious questions right
now, since that's what you're here for, okay?"
     "Yeah, that's what I really came here to talk about."
     "Okay, then, now, this is one possible answer to your question.
Let's say that those who are really, really good and really, really
special, got to go to Heaven and be with God as they say.  Now, maybe
what happened is that the rest of us would have been destroyed
automatically but the people who set this system up captured us and as
a result, we're here instead of going out of existence.  And since God
thinks we no longer exist, He's not looking for us and so we've
slipped under His radar screen.  Let's say He set the system up
automatically, checked that it worked then forgot about it and doesn't
know we're being intercepted.  Or let's say He's decided to allow this
place to operate for a while and is just allowing it to continue for
the time being while he's busy with something else.  Or perhaps this
is the Hell people go to when they die, and what they would have
gotten in Heaven is so much better than what we can imagine here that
this place is a world of torture by comparison.  Or maybe this is the
Purgatory you go to after you die before you go either to Heaven or
Hell and we're being judged first.  How do you like those answers?"
     "Huh.  Okay, at least I feel better about it now that you've
given me some answers."
     "Okay, here's another possibility.  Have you ever played the game
of `Telephone'?"
     "No.  What is it?"
     "I've seen it done and it's hilarious.  You write down a phrase,
a message like you want to give someone.  Now, you whisper it, exactly
as you wrote it, to someone, and have them whisper what you told them
to a friend, and have them whisper it to a friend, and so on, then the
last person says out loud what they heard, and you then show everyone
the original message.  So you do this with eight or ten people and you
discover the result.  Usually the final message has absolutely no
relationship to the original message.  What's more interesting if you
can get to hear each person as they relay it and see how it changes,
sometimes the errors and omissions in the process can be absolutely
stunning.
     "So, anyway, perhaps this is what Heaven is supposed to be, and
God told those on earth exactly what it was.  Well, remember that the
Bible is a written collection of stories that were told for thousands
of years before people developed writing, stories passed down from the
memories of those who heard them before.  So you have an oral history
repeated umpteen thousand times over hundreds, or more likely
thousands of years, by illiterate shepherds and farmers, and by the
time it was written down, it had been embellished and changed so much
that you couldn't recognize it from the original.   Maybe when someone
told some of the important stories God corrected them if necessary,
but allowed the stories of Heaven to change because first, it wouldn't
matter what they said, they'll never find out until they died, and
second, while he wanted people to know it was a pleasant place, he
didn't necessarily want them to think it was so pleasant that it would
encourage them to commit suicide {en-masse} to get here.  Or maybe he
just told the truth and left it as is, and everything else was some
embellishment by people of what they were told because they felt their
version of what they had heard was better than the one that they got
second-hand and thought God probably told the person who told them
something different and decided to correct it. "
     "Well, since apparently everyone who dies gets in here, okay,
then, if that's the case,  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.  Probably all of them. 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, or at least that's what a
lot of people believe the Bible says, anyway.  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 a
few honest men, 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 find it in Genesis 19:8.
     "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 - with the tacit approval of U.S.
President Ford and Secretary of State Henry Kissinger - ordered the
invasion of East Timor where over 200,000 died; at least 100,000 of
them were murdered in the first year alone.  As I understand it, the
incident was so bad that Kissinger can't even visit Europe any more
because he'd be arrested for War Crimes and almost certainly
convicted.  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 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 treat the symptoms of, or even 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've
become a Christian, so 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."
     246 smiles. "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, never get any punishment and get to go
free forever, while those who didn't confess, no matter how tiny
theirs, are punished forever and 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 hear about that incident a few weeks
ago at the Picketing Zone near the Main Entrance?"
     "Yeah, the riot, I saw it on {ANN}, the {Afterlife News
Network}.  That was sort of strange.  But I still don't understand
what you mean by backward."
     "If you remember the TV show, 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
German 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
also 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."
     246 shook his head. "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,
we've decided that there is no Hell when you die, if you're bad you
just cease to exist.  So, 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, by the way, 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.  And wasn't Dahmer beaten to
death?"
     "Doesn't matter. Dahmer was murdered in prison by another inmate,
the method is irrelevant.  That's what I mean when I say `the Jeffrey
Dahmer treatment:' to be violently murdered in prison by some other
inmate who didn't like your crime.  Actually, I met Jeffrey Dahmer
shortly after he died.  Was such a mild mannered guy, you wouldn't
think he had it in him to do what he did.  In view of how many people
didn't like him, he decided to do a u-turn, to immediately go under
the knife and go back to earth to try again as a baby, but to prevent
the same thing from happening again he chose to get a Real Sex Change
and start over as a woman this time.
     "But anyway, while you don't like my story, 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, while 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 for those who
don't, 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.
And maybe you never find out after all."
     "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 then?"
     "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?"
     He smiled "Yeah.  Let's just say that those child raping bastards
are really going to be taken for a ride."


--
Paul Robinson  "Above all else... We shall go on..."
"...And continue!"
"If the lessons of history teach us anything it is
that nobody learns the lessons that history teaches us."

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