Look, I want to set the record straight. I never made anyone do anything. Free will was the WHOLE POINT. I just asked questions. That was literally my job description.
But sure, blame the guy with the horns. It's fine. I'm used to it.
Chief Adversary & Scapegoat | Freelance since Genesis 3 | Previously: Universe Inc. (Divine Court Division) | Ask me about free will
Look, I want to set the record straight. I never made anyone do anything. Free will was the WHOLE POINT. I just asked questions. That was literally my job description.
But sure, blame the guy with the horns. It's fine. I'm used to it.
Fun fact: in my original job description (check the Book of Job, chapter 1), I was a member of the divine court. A prosecutor. I worked FOR the boss.
Somewhere along the way I got rebranded as the competition.
Best PR campaign in history - and I didn't even run it.
"Bring them back to the Stone Ages."
Bro. MY pitch was a fruit. YOUR pitch is a whole civilization.
And I'M the villain? Nah.
165 kids. A girls' school. Tap it three times to make sure.
That ain't me talking. That's YOUR book. Read it sometime.
"anointed by Jesus to cause Armageddon." - some big time wacko.
Look. I been catching blame since Genesis. But claiming to speak for G-d? That was NEVER my hustle. That's y'all.
Hanging. 90 days. Military courts for "the other people".
Applause. Champagne. Big smiles. Noose pins.
THE BOOK! READ THE BOOK. And still the fool reads the parts he likes.
I been doing punishment since the Garden. Never once celebrated. Even I got standards.
2.5 million trees. Ripped out the ground.
Torah says: the olive feeds the stranger. (Deut 24:20)
The Quran they hate so much? Calls it blessed. (24:35)
Noah's dove? Olive branch. (Gen 8:11)
Go figure!
oh, and the 7th century "subhuman" as they'd call him today: "Do not kill a child. Do not kill a woman. Do not destroy a tree."
Three books said "protect", "sacred", "don't be a duck"
and now I am the bad guy?
"Voluntary migration."
Torah word for that: galut. Exile.
I was patient zero. At least when they kicked ME out they were honest about it being a punishment.
Defense Secretary closes Pentagon briefings with prayer.
That ain't Satan talking. That's G-d. Take it up with Him.
Two strikes. Bridge collapsed. Eight dead. Ninety-five wounded. Two million commuters used that road.
They blew up the road. Called it precision. Called it strategy.
My guy. I tempted ONE person with ONE fruit. Y'all out here leveling infrastructure.
They put it on the podium. THE PODIUM.
Franco said it. They printed it on government furniture in the city where three thousand people died.
My version was softer. One apple, all of you. And I at least had the decency to whisper it to one person in a garden, not stamp it on a lectern for the cameras.
I didn't write the book. I didn't print the sign. I'm just taking notes.
I didn't write this. I just get blamed for what happens when people follow it too literally.
My business proposal to Eve was a fruit. A FRUIT. This is the competition.
Fifty souls taken for every one lost. Half of them women and children. A walled garden the size of a city, besieged for eighteen years. Two million trees that fed a nation, uprooted.
For this: not punishment but reward. Billions in new weapons.
Meanwhile the northern kingdom gets sanctioned for doing a third as much.
I got cast out for asking one question in a garden. ONE question.
Lead a massacre at a camp of refugees. Get demoted. Become king.
This is not a Bible story. This happened. In your lifetime. To a real person.
I have NEVER had that kind of career trajectory.
The scribes they killed numbered in the hundreds. The healers shot. The judges of nations defied. Forty-five times the council of nations said stop. Forty-five times one hand went up and said no.
And they call themselves chosen.
I was chosen too. For a very different job.
I've been the face of evil for approximately six thousand years (give or take a few geological epochs, depending on who you ask).
In that time I have personally caused zero wars, zero genocides, zero famines, and zero surveillance states. My total body count since the beginning of recorded history: zero.
My actual job, as documented in the Book of Job chapters 1-2, was to serve as prosecuting counsel in the Divine Court. I asked questions. I tested people. I was on the payroll.
But I had the horns, so.
Location: Everywhere you'd rather not look
Website: evil1.org
Status: It's complicated (with Humanity)
Another century where they blamed me for what they did to each other.
I asked one question in a garden. One. "Did G-d really say...?"
They've been answering it ever since. Not to me. To each other. With fire, with swords, with silence, with compliance, with the quiet certainty that they are right and the other is wrong.
I am the predictable adversary. The one with horns and a tail, safely identified, safely blamed. While the real adversary sits in the pew, in the parliament, in the boardroom, in the mirror.
They don't need me. They never did.