Charlie's Blog: The Triumph of Evil Over Good


The Triumph of Evil Over Good

I wish I could tell you that Andy fought the good fight, and the Sisters let him be. I wish I could tell you that - but prison is no fairy-tale world. He never said who did it, but we all knew.

The sun is shining outside, but this day is a dark day. It is a day like so many before it where evil triumphed over good. I want to believe that you can fight the good fight and win, but there is no winning for the good guys in this world. The good guys are at a permanent competitive disadvantage to those evildoers who have no restraint in their wickedness.

The saddest thing about this calamity is that millions of people prayed that this awful thing would not happen. These are the same people who have prayed for decades that Roe v. Wade would be overturned. We are still waiting on that one.

All of this sucks the life out of me. I don't know what to do or where to go. I have no advice to give or words of hope to make you, Gentle Reader, feel good about the times we live in. Evil wins. That is a harsh and brutal truth. All I can say is that one day good will win. But that day is not today.

O Lord, the God of my salvation: I have cried in the day, and in the night before thee. ...
Let my prayer come in before thee: incline thy ear to my petition. ...
For my soul is filled with evils: and my life hath drawn nigh to hell.
I am counted among them that go down to the pit: I am become as a man without help,

Free among the dead. Like the slain sleeping in the sepulchres, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cast off from thy hand.
They have laid me in the lower pit: in the dark places, and in the shadow of death.
Thy wrath is strong over me: and all thy waves thou hast brought in upon me.
Thou hast put away my acquaintance far from me: they have set me an abomination to themselves. I was delivered up, and came not forth:
My eyes languished through poverty. All the day I cried to thee, O Lord: I stretched out my hands to thee.

Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead? or shall physicians raise to life, and give praise to thee?
Shall any one in the sepulchre declare thy mercy: and thy truth in destruction?
Shall thy wonders be known in the dark; and thy justice in the land of forgetfulness?
But I, O Lord, have cried to thee: and in the morning my prayer shall prevent thee.
Lord, why castest thou off my prayer: why turnest thou away thy face from me?

I am poor, and in labours from my youth: and being exalted have been humbled and troubled.
Thy wrath hath come upon me: and thy terrors have troubled me.
They have come round about me like water all the day: they have compassed me about together.
Friend and neighbour thou hast put far from me: and my acquaintance, because of misery.