The Devil Made Me Do It!

25 May

Do you know what I’ve discovered?  Pay-back is a bitch—especially when it is from your husband!  Say for instance, if on a three-day, rainy weekend, you get a little carried away and coerce your man into “cuddling and relaxing” with you while watching a celluloid marathon of “Steel Magnolias,” “Beaches,” and “The Notebook,” you may end up having an issue.  On top of the estrogen-soaked weekend, if you end up drinking three times the amount of merlot that you should, and hysterically sobbing into your Hubbie’s arms, you better know that eventually, any man, but especially “White and Wonderful (WW),” is going to extract a heavy toll for being inundated with that many chicks’ flicks and its aftermath.  You won’t know when or how or where you’ll be required to pay up—you’ll just know that it will cost you dearly, and your man of 34 years will demand that for every one “chicks’-flick tearjerker” he had to suffer through, two “getting-kicked-in-the-man-marbles” movies will be required as pay-back.

“The Notebook” (old and young Allie and Noah)||source:||Google Image

“When Allie questions Noah about when she won’t be able to remember anything anymore, he reassures her that he will never leave her. She then asks him if he thinks their love for each other is strong enough to ‘take them away together.’ He states that he thinks their love could do anything. After telling each other that they love one another, they both go to sleep in Allie’s bed. The next morning, a nurse finds them in bed together, having both died in each other’s arms.”— (The Notebook) Wikipedia

As I collapsed into WW’s arms (as I do every time I see The Notebook), sobbing about the sacrificial love of Allie and Noah being “just like our love, Honey”—as rivers of snot dripped unapologetically down my husband’s arm while he comforted me—I heard him mutter a resolution under his breath that sent chills down my spine.   “Okay, I’ve had it up to here with vagina dialogues.  I know I’m a Renaissance man, but there’s only so much even I can take.   We’re going to the movies next weekend, and I get to choose what we see.  We’ll start with the Avengers in the IMAX Theater in 3-D with 12,000 watts of sound!  When we’re finished, we’ll grab some quick sustenance from Five Guys (two bacon cheeseburgers with everything and a large bag of greasy fries) and then back to the movie theater to see Battleship!  Yes siree, you betcha—a day of testosterone without an estrogen tear in sight.  And while I’m on a roll, I may pop in the latest Mission Impossible DVD when we get back home to cap off the day in an action-packed surround-sound coma.  Julia, Bette, and Nicholas, I am alpha male—hear me roar!”


I can’t say I remembered much of The Avengers except for the excellent “eye candy” of all those amazing male bodies, because the sensory overload made me so incredibly dizzy, I got sick to my stomach.  I am one of the few people in the world who just doesn’t get the joke about 3-D.  At one point, I had to doze off just to survive it all, and that is when art began to imitate life and The Avengers movie morphed into a courtroom scene with the Devil as the plaintiff and me as the judge.

The Avengers Movie Poster||produced by Marvel Studios and distributed by Walt Disney Pictures||Wikipedia Image

BAILIFF:  All rise. Hear ye, hear ye, the Celestial Court for the District of Mankind is in session—the Honorable Judge EeTe presiding. All having business before this honorable court draw near, give attention, and you shall be heard. You may be seated.

JUDGE EeTe:  Well, hello, “Lucy”—long time, no see.  What part of the Earth have you been roaming about, and what people group have you been trying to devour as of late?

LUCY:  My name is Lucifer to you, Judge.  I don’t utilize nicknames—you know that.  It’s not becoming to my stature.  How would you like it if I called you, “Ellie,” Judge EeTe?

JUDGE EeTe:  You can call me anything you want, sorry-ass devil; it will only diminish me if I answer to it. And I sho-nuff don’t answer to you. You and I settled that argument long ago when I rendered the “N” word powerless over me, and my addictions null and void.  So, what brings you to my neck of the woods, Beelzebub (a.k.a. Luuu-ccy)?

LUCY:  Again:  MY NAME IS LU-CI-FER!  Don’t make me lose my cool or you’ll regret it.  Now for the matter at hand:  I’ve come to file a law suit against The Avengers for tarnishing my brand and for theft of intellectual property.

JUDGE EeTe:  Really, now!  Well, first of all, you have no authority here, so you better not lose anything—let alone your temper.  I am in charge in this courtroom.  Second of all, who do you think you are–the Incredible Hulk? Ha!

Source: Mark Ruffalo as Bruce Banner & The Hulk in The Avengers|Marvel Comics||

LUCY:  Listen—don’t fuck with my name or my game, because if you go “there,” then I’ll go all “N” word kamikaze on you here.  Are you feelin’ me, Shortee?

JUDGE EeTe:  Oh, my God, you’re a hoot!  Once again, Lucy, your threats are not an issue since my real name is “Awesome Woman, Child of God”—that is the only name I recognize and the only name I respond to with any sort of passion or identity.  The rest is like water on a duck’s back to me.  But since we’re on the subject of identity, why do you look like Newt Gingrich?  That’s an odd persona to assume, especially if you’re trying to appeal to my good graces—not!  I know that the writer, Nelson DeMille, once said that “somehow our devils are never quite what we expect when we meet them face to face,” but Luce, this is a bit much.  If you want to get to me, “Wormwood,” why didn’t you appear as Nick Fury from The Avengers, ‘cause this Big Mama sure could tap that on any given day.  You hear what I’m sayin’, Beelzie?

“Nick Fury” (Samuel L. Jackson)|The Avengers||photo from

Devil “posing” as Newt Gingrich||Source:

LUCY:  Ugh!  Because I had to appear in some sort of human casing, so I chose the human skin of a heart that most resembles mine.  That old bastard had me possessing his sorry ass with the first five words of one of his quotes awhile back:  I have enormous personal ambition. I want to shift the entire planet. And I’m doing it. I am now a famous person. I represent real power.”  As soon as Newt said those quotes among all the other idiotic words dripping with buckets of hubris from my realm, I said to Siri:  “Siri, make a note: ‘Newt is my kind of guy!  Next time I appear in the US, remind me to assume Newt’s persona.’”  So, here I am, Biotch, I’m Newt and I’m proud!  Are you going to hear my case or not?

JUDGE EeTe:  Knock yourself out, “wanna-be Newt,” but you might want to keep it short.  I’m expecting Jesus to show up any minute, because where I am he’s not far behind, and you really can’t hold your own against that force.

LUCY:  Oh, good grief!  Fine!  I’ve come to get my due.  According to your own Gallup poll, up to 70% of Americans who “believe in God” think I exist, but only 22% of those who said religion is “not very” important said they believe in me.  And yet, you humans have been butchering my rep (believers and non-believers alike) since time immemorial.   You either ignore my existence (the Jews don’t have any overt concept of a “devil”—how is that possible given the “evil” that came against them in the middle of the last century?), or the Muslims and the Christians label each other as me just to win the argument or war du jour.  How demeaning is that?  And your storytellers either make me a punch line as in the movie, Bedazzled, or I get an offstage role as “The Other” in The Avengers.

I get third billing, for Christ’s sake.  I’m not Satan, not The Devil, not Beelzebub, not Lucifer, not the “snake in the garden,” and not even Goethe’s Mephistopheles which I can somewhat tolerate—but I’m “The Other” in the movie.   And to add insult to injury, that damn “Other,”—what little glimpse I got of him in the last frame of the film—is ugly as sin and loses the war to subjugate all of Earth.

I’m telling you “Ellie”  (you see, two can play this game), the only Faustian movie that ever did me justice was The Devil’s Advocate.  Now that was a role to sink one’s teeth into.  Didn’t Al Pacino do some representin’?  Al was a spitting image of me, if I do say so myself.  That said I want to bring a lawsuit against The Avengers to recoup monies owed for compromising my brand.  There, is that succinct enough for you?

Asgardian Loki (servant of “The Other”) who wants to take over Earth but meets his demise at the hands of The Avengers||Pinterest|

JUDGE EeTe:  “Sneaky-snake,” you could use an anger management program, you know that?  And you do know The Avengers aren’t real, right?  It’s just macho Marvel Comic crap with a bunch of guys punching each other out and a couple buxom women thrown into the mix as “eye candy” in skin tight flight/fight suits.

LUCY:  I don’t give a flying fuck!  I demand that they pay me a cut of the $441.8 million that Disney says they are going to make on this film with a public disclaimer that “The Other” is not me, the Devil.   It’s actually Marvel Comic’s super-villain Thanos, and he’s such a freakin’ loser!   Did you see that creepy smile he gave the audience at the very end (if you blinked, you missed it) intimating that he’d return to fight another day.  That’s my fucking M.O.  I’m telling you now; The Avengers either better pay up or have hell to pay from me!

East 9th Street in Judge EeTe’s home town (Cleveland, Ohio) used as double for New York’s 42nd street for scenes of final battle between The Avengers, the Asgardian Loki, and the Chitauri army ||Wikipedia image


I woke up when Loki (the bad guy) came crashing to the ground, and I had the oddest feeling that the underlying premise of The Avengers might make an intriguing blog topic, but I couldn’t quite place my finger on the pulse of why it would, due to a massive headache from the blaring speakers.  As WW and I left the theater, we ventured into our usual “Siskel and Ebert” banter:

WW:  So, did you like the movie?  How many thumbs up would you give it?

Me:  Heh?  I’ve lost my hearing from the wall of sound.  What did you say?

WW:  Did you like the 3-D features?

ME:  What?  Do I want any feeding?  No, I’m a little nauseous from that 3-D dive Iron Man took from the top of Stark Towers.  I sure loved the men in tights, though.  Hubba-hubba!  I wouldn’t kick any of that “eye candy” out of my bed—that’s for sure.  I’ve always said that if the Devil could ever tempt me into committing adultery, WW, it would have to be no one less than an action figure, super hero.  Ha!  You better be glad they’re fictional characters, Babe, or you’d have a situation to defuse.  So, do you want to go to Five Guys before seeing Battleship?

WW:  No . . . on second thought, let’s skip lunch and go home and work out (suddenly, I’m feeling rather out of shape).   You also need to figure out what type of blog you can write about this movie that is a bit more “mature” and substantial than the chiseled bods of Captain America, Thor, and Nick Fury.  There was more to this movie than the “punching” for me and the “eye candy” for my scandalous wife.

Captain America and Tony Stark [Iron Man]||Photo: Zade Rosenthal/Disney – AP

“There’s a thunder god, there’s a green “id” giant rage monster, there’s Captain America from the 40s, there’s Tony Stark who definitely doesn’t get along with anybody. Ultimately these people don’t belong together and the whole movie is about finding yourself from community. And finding that you not only belong together but you need each other, very much. Obviously this will be expressed through punching but it will be the heart of the film.”—Joss Whedon, director of The Avengers, about the film.  Wikipedia


I am discovering that whether one believes there is an “actual” devil or not, we all can agree that mankind has the heart-stopping ability to bring about Hell on Earth through the choices we make via our free will, and they can be so cataclysmic and devastating that—devil or no devil—those choices plunge us into a searing (sometimes inescapable) Hell.  As corny as it may sound, sacrificial love does seem to be the answer and a coming together in community—family—does seem to be one of the weapons in the arsenal to defeat evil of all kinds.  It’s a little hard to harm your neighbor (as in all people) if you love them like yourself.

Which comes first—do you know?  Is it the forceful nature of our free will that chooses hatred over love, greed over sharing, murdering over nurturing, self-righteousness over humility, bullying over grace, and resentment over forgiveness that collectively energizes evil and thus culminates in a satanic presence like storm clouds gathering into a catastrophic tornado?  Or is it an evil entity that churns in our midst or just beyond the veil, manipulating our every need or want, and turning our demands into an addiction that motivates humans to choose against our better selves and our communal best, causing a tsunami of suffering on the entire Earth from Botswana to Siberia?  Does the devil make us do it or does what we do make the devil?

“If the devil does not exist, and man has therefore created him, he has created him in his own image and likeness.” Fyodor Dostoyevsky

 “It is wonderful how much time good people spend fighting the devil. If they would only expend the same amount of energy loving their fellow men, the devil would die in his own tracks of ennui.” Helen Keller

 “No matter how an individual views Satan, whether they believe that he is a real character or that he is just the product of literary scholars and imaginations, no one can deny that each one of us has an aspect of the devil within us. By studying the character and nature of Satan, we learn about ourselves; and the more we know about ourselves, the better we can fight our own personal demons—metaphorical or otherwise—in order to create a better tomorrow.” ― Nwaocha Ogechukwu

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32 responses to “The Devil Made Me Do It!

  1. momshieb

    May 26, 2012 at 2:25 am

    The Devil as Newt photo alone would have made this a post worth viewing! Add in your cogent thoughts on good and evil, and it is a real keeper. And, honey, I never thought anything would get me to see “The Avengers”, but I think I need to check out all those chiseled bodies…!

    • etomczyk

      May 26, 2012 at 7:23 am

      Momshieb. I know! Who ever thought seeing the Avengers could turn out to be so much fun. I am telling you. . .I had to repent when I left that movie, because (Lord, have mercy), those were some gorgeous men. Of course the only one even halfway near my age was Samuel L Jackson and maybe Robert Downey, Jr, the rest were young enough to be my children, so that dampened my eye candy, hubba-hubba leering immediately. Oh to be young again!🙂 Thanks for stopping by and leaving such a fun comment.

  2. morristownmemos by Ronnie Hammer

    May 26, 2012 at 7:37 am

    When you spoke of “pay back” to your husband I had a totally different idea, besides seeing a manly movie, what that payback would be.

    • etomczyk

      May 26, 2012 at 7:58 am

      Ronnie: LOL! I actually wondered if someone was going to wonder about what the payback would be. Ha! No, I just got tortured with action movies! That’s okay–this weekend WW is taking me to see a musical. How’s that for payback for having to sit through the sensory overload of The Avengers! Thanks for stopping by. ET

  3. imagesbytdashfield

    May 26, 2012 at 8:25 am

    Pay back with my hubbie is from when I drag him shopping otherwise I am not a chick flick type of girl. I like movies where chit blows up!!!! How could you fall asleep during the Avengers??? That movie was off the chain, baby. We are still quoting lines to each other from it. And the eye candy did not hurt my feelings one damn bit either😉 I cannot watch the Notebook – the subject matter would have me curled up in a corner sobbing. But movies where they get kicked in the “man marbles” (if they are marbles then they must not be too well endowed hehehehe) I can watch a bit more. Unless the violence is toooooo gratuitous. And like the prior poster – I envisioned a different sort of payback too. Walking away whistling innocently now……

    • etomczyk

      May 26, 2012 at 9:42 am

      TD: Well, you can tell from all the minutiae that I remembered about The Avengers that “falling asleep” was an exaggeration to write the Devil dream. I loved the movie, although the 3D did make me sick (I don’t know what it is about that feature). In fact, when Iron Man jumped off the top of the building and the 3D sent me crashing down with him, I almost lost my breakfast on the man’s head in front of me. The dialogue about the devil is one that WW and I had after the movie (eating low fat salads) because of the age-old drama between good and evil that the story emphasized. I loved that individually the super heroes had come to the end of their own strength, but collectively–as a community–they could defeat anything thrown at them. See, I wasn’t sleeping and I did participate in the “other” payback. I’m old, but I ain’t that old!🙂

      • imagesbytdashfield

        May 26, 2012 at 5:03 pm

        Somebody was ready with and for that jelly! 😉

      • etomczyk

        May 26, 2012 at 7:39 pm

        TD: You are so bad!🙂

  4. Lori-Ann

    May 26, 2012 at 2:16 pm

    Hi again. Great post. First off I commend you for getting through a 3D movie of any kind. You are of stronger stuff than I. Are you sure you were dreaming, or could this have been more like delirium brought on by the disorientation of 3D?

    You ask if the devil makes us do it or if we make the devil. I for one think we make the devil. Ideas of Satan evolved with the times. I see Satan as the shadow side of our freewill.

    • etomczyk

      May 26, 2012 at 3:13 pm

      Lori-Ann, I think you might be onto something. I go back and forth. I have found that people who have suffered greatly from organized trauma (slavery, The Holocaust, rape, etc.) have less trouble declaring the existence of evil or the Devil. Ask any African-American from my generation if the Devil exists, and 99% of them will answer in unison: “Hell, yeah!” But as I grow older, I am becoming more and more aware of the great gift that we’ve been given of freewill and the ability to “choose” even in the midst of incarceration (i.e., Victor Frankl who found “The Meaning of Life” in the midst of a concentration camp). I am also becoming aware that so much of the “evil” that rolls across the Earth is a collection of those individual choices and the concerted effort (the mob) harnesses that power. It’s an interesting discussion to have with family and friends. Thanks for stopping by and thanks again for your amazing poem this week. ET

      • Lori-Ann

        May 26, 2012 at 3:57 pm

        Although I don’t look at Satan as a real entity, I do believe that evil exists. Maybe that’s a contradiction, but there have been times when I have felt the presence of evil, just as there are times when I have experienced the presence of benevolent love. I call one of these God but in my mind God is a word we use to name the unnamable. People who visit historical places such as concentration camps or historical prisons say they experience an overwhelming residue of grief, sorrow etc. I don’t doubt this.It’s the personification I find myself objecting to. Good and evil are substances. They exist. We can tap into one or the other. I chose to actively tap into the substance I call the divine.It’s all a trick of language in the end. We reach for images and words in order to describe and manage the spiritual realm and if someone calls evil Satan I can live with that.

      • etomczyk

        May 26, 2012 at 4:34 pm

        Lori-Ann. I think that is what I’m trying to isolate and define: the existence of evil outside of the personification of a devil. WW and I were on an island off the coast of Argentina many, many years ago and we decided to explore a small abandoned reserve and go hiking. The minute we passed through the gates, the feeling of overwhelming “evil” was palpable. We both broke out in a cold sweat and after about 15 minutes decided that although we were rationale, sane people, something wicked existed in those woods and we’d better hightail it out of there. We would later learn from the locals, who were horrified we had gone to this place, that multitudinous horrific murders (ritual vodoo sacrifices) had taken place there and none of the locals would deign set foot in the place (awww, stupid gringos they must have thought of us). To this day, I get chills when I think of the visceral response WW and I had wandering in and around those ruins.

        I also visited Germany 41 years ago and I agree that the places I visited had an overwhelming residue of grief and sorrow. At that time, it was so overwhelming, I couldn’t shake it for days after leaving the country. On the other hand, the essence of the presence of God in my life has made me weak in the knees at times, undergirding my faith to believe in an Almighty God.

        In the end, we “see through a glass darkly” and so much of life is truly a mystery which is why it is best for me to tread lightly and realize that there is much I do not know. Thanks for stretching my brain! ET

      • Lori-Ann

        May 26, 2012 at 5:26 pm

        It must have been hard to shake that “residue” after your encounter. What an experience! I had a similar experience while visiting a prison museum. As part of the tour we were taken to death row. There was a row of extrememly narrow cells and the gallows. I felt suffocated. It was a mix of grief, sorrow, pain, anger, just everything mixed in an ugly mash of negative emotion. It was overwhelming, yet others didn’t seem to experience it. Weirdly enough the prison is used as a kind of hostile. For a nominal fee, I think it’s a donation, people can spend the night in the prison. They apparently stopping allowing people to sleep in death row, but people actually wanted to do this. I could barely allow myself to look at the cells, so i couldn’t fathom wanting to spend the night there as a novelty. I’m going to assume that would be a no for you as well.

      • etomczyk

        May 26, 2012 at 7:40 pm

        Lori-Ann. That would be a “Hell to the no!”🙂

  5. composerinthegarden

    May 27, 2012 at 3:11 pm

    Wait, I’ve got to pick myself off of the floor from laughing! “I said to Siri: “Siri, make a note: ‘Newt is my kind of guy!” spoken of course in Samuel L. Jackson’s voice.

    I stopped asking my hubby to watch chick flick movies – too many opportunities later for him to make jokes🙂 “Under the Tuscan Sun” is the one that gets me every time; otherwise, we go off to see action movies and sci fi in the theater, and most of the time, I enjoy those as well. I did see “Avatar” in 3D four times, but it had a romantic twist and some great alien gardens. Garden movies in 3D – now THAT’s my style!

    • etomczyk

      May 27, 2012 at 11:41 pm

      Lynn, I’ve still not seen “Under the Tuscan Sun,” because I wanted to read the book first (if I can read it, rather than watch it, that is what I prefer). I did like Avatar but never saw it in 3D–I can’t handle that 3D thing–it really does make me queasy. Today I got back at WW and made him take me to see the stage production of Xanadu–on roller skates! Ha! The man should know not to mess with me!🙂 Cheers!

      P.S. WW said to tell you that my tales of his chick-flick aversion are greatly exaggerated and that we met auditioning for a regional theatre group, and that he truly is a Renaissance Man. It’s just that a marathon viewing (6 hours) of Downton Abby, for instance, can try the soul of the most artistic of men. (Another rainy weekend entrapment of an empty-nester hubby–Good times!)

      • composerinthegarden

        May 28, 2012 at 9:18 am

        Eleanor, the book and the movie of “Under the Tuscan Sun” are two different animals altogether. The book is the author’s real life experience of moving to Tuscany with her husband and restoring an old house, experiencing life in Italy, etc. Great book! The movie, using a few of the same names of places, people, and the title, is a romantic fantasy of a divorced woman making her last chance stand in Italy, buying and restoring an old house, finding and losing and finding romance. Same idea, very different approach, but very charming. I do love the movie, perhaps because of spending my younger years in Italy, and the great cooking scenes as well as the inherent romantic quality of the country in general and Tuscany in particular. And there is a particularly memorable scene by Diane Lane chanting “I got it, I got it!) – when you see the movie, you’ll know what I mean🙂

        I have great admiration for WW!

      • etomczyk

        May 28, 2012 at 11:40 am

        Lynn: Now I’m intrigued. I’ll definitely see the movie. Tuscany is still my dream vacation.

        WW really is a keeper! He’s one of the most intelligent, most compassionate, and funniest people I’ve ever met. I am who I am today–partly because of him. Happy Memorial Day weekend.

  6. becomingcliche

    May 28, 2012 at 4:58 pm

    You van’t admit that you fell asleep, otherwise you’re not even. You’ll be dragged to some other guy-flick.

    And you’re not the only one who can’t deal with 3-D. I can’t believe they make us pay extra for it to boot!

    • etomczyk

      May 28, 2012 at 7:21 pm

      BC: I know, that movie cost us $24! Wow! WW and I have had quite the disucussion about that highway robbery. It makes no sense to me.

      I actually liked the movie in and of itself, I juat hated the IMAX/3D experience. But I’ll get my payback on the next Downton Abby season–6 hours nonstop!

      • becomingcliche

        May 28, 2012 at 7:40 pm

        I’m a lucky girl. My husband thinks that Sherlock and Downton Abbey are HIS idea.

      • etomczyk

        May 28, 2012 at 9:11 pm


  7. aFrankAngle

    May 29, 2012 at 8:17 am

    We saw The Avengers this weekend, and one thing for sure (after reading this post), I’m glad we didn’t see the 3D version because I am one of those motion-sickness types.

    Meanwhile, as i ponder the choices you pose at the end of this post, I don’t see two choices – I see 1 and 1A … two of the same, just the latter being an extension of the first … because it’s our free will that manipulates the wants and needs to best fit our own selfish desires.

    • etomczyk

      May 29, 2012 at 6:54 pm

      Frank. Yep, that ol’ 3-D thingie threw me for a loop. Still can’t understand why WW likes it.

      I agree with your second paragraph to a point, but it doesn’t explain the horrendous craziness of the things humans do to each other (Syria just barely 24 hours ago, the Holocaust 60 years ago, Rwanda, Bosnia, you get my drift). So to play Devil’s advocate (pun intended🙂, since I know you to be a church attendee, how do you reconcile references of the Devil in the Christian Bible (i.e., re: Job) and more specifically regarding the temptation of Christ? Why do you think as high as 82% of Americans think there is a devil?

      I am actually transitioning from a Christian heritage that taught about the Devil as a reality (hidden under every rock) and am sequeing into more of an understanding that our choices as humans drive most of the chaos and bedlam in the world. But if that is true, why does so much of our storytelling (movies, books, video games) include the conflict of overcoming super-human evil, such as the Avengers, Star Wars, Tolkien Trilogy, Harry Potter books, Narnia Chronicles, A Wrinkle in Time, the various asundry of vampire books, etc?

      I think it is an interesting discussion to be had especially when reading books about great (as in horrid!) “other-wordly” conflicts.

      • aFrankAngle

        May 30, 2012 at 7:11 am

        I’m with you, that is to me, the devil is the dark side of free will – thus every rock is a metaphor for every decision we face in life. Am I off my rock-er?

      • etomczyk

        May 30, 2012 at 6:57 pm

        No, Frank, you’re not off your rock-er. I think there is so much we don’t comprehend (or can’t) as humans. We really do “see through a glass darkly,” and although I don’t believe in the superstition of my heritage (a demon under every rock) or a bogie man in a red suit with horns, I do believe history has proven there is the “dark side of free will” that is so incomprehensible (i.e., The Holocaust, Rwanda, the Congo, Bosnia, Sept. 11th, to name just a few) that there must be “something” that literature and biblical history tries to grabble with to explain that level of deprevity and evil when human choices have crossed over a line of no return.

      • aFrankAngle

        May 30, 2012 at 9:12 pm

        Here’s a thought to ponder – Would we have evil if we didn’t have free will?

      • etomczyk

        May 30, 2012 at 11:30 pm

        Nope. You have to be able to choose between something in order for our will to be exercised. Without freewill we’d just be robots programmed to follow the script. ET

      • aFrankAngle

        May 31, 2012 at 6:08 am

        Agree … Good discussion E-Tom.

        A couple of FYIs. I am just about done with a post about faith and science; and this week I did a post about wines and animals you will enjoy

      • etomczyk

        May 31, 2012 at 4:33 pm

        Excellent! You know I’ll be dropping by. You’re one of my favorites!

  8. Lindy Lee

    June 4, 2012 at 11:33 pm

    Have contemplated some downright devilish behaviors involving revenge, hatred, fire, knives or lawn chairs but being the non-aggressive woosie wimp that I am, contemplation, enhanced by a vivid imagination, keeps me legal, along with a little or a lot of crying and chocolate. Tee!Hee!

    • etomczyk

      June 5, 2012 at 12:16 pm

      Lindy: I’m with you. Writing is my best tool of revenge. On a serious note, your poem about guns is an excellent, serious example of “the Devil made me do it.” When people travel down the road of anger, revenge, or hatred and a gun is anywhere near, suddenly they embody evil and do harm that is generally irreparable. (Your poem was great on this, by the way.) Thanks so much for stopping by.


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