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The Repellant and Nauseating Inner Society of Mizoram

In my 24 years of lifetime, I have encountered all kinds—people who amaze and fascinate me, people who make me think into the deepest pits of philosophical and scientific inquiry, and lastly, people who awaken in me a bottomless, crawling disgust.

Some people really disgust me. They truly, deeply do.

When you laugh at the plight of others, captured through the sterile, unblinking lens of the internet; when you urge, fool, and berate people to act the clown, and then proceed to mock them for it—when you take hold of someone’s sin, someone’s shame, and then laugh, ridicule, and bludgeon them with it.
you still have the audacity to claim moral high ground, simply because “you would never do anything like that.” You just love to feel powerful, aren't you? 

Well then, allow me to aggravate you with this: why would your God—your conveniently merciful, selectively outraged God—forgive you for laughing, berating, and tearing others down? Why would you go to heaven? Continuing to preach about love and kindness in the name of your faith as a mask while laughing at others for your own amusement. You are a walking hypocrisy who cries wolf.

You believe in God. You pray. You sing. You participate in Church. But what else?
You live your life like a voyeuristic bloodhound, sniffing out people’s filth, chasing down their secrets—those they are visibly, tragically ashamed of, hoarding it in your palm like a token, and spreading it like infection. And still, you perch yourself on your fragile tower of righteousness?

Please.

What about you, men and women alike, who salivate at the latest scandal? Who acted foolishly? Who is problematic? Who is sexually volicious? You ravenously seek these out, and then have the gall to mock them—when you deliberately summoned them into your own line of sight.
You don’t stumble upon any of it innocently. You asked for it. You searched for it. You fed off it. And you go around absconding, feeding off of your moral high ground because they "asked for it." 

Ugh. You are simply and outrageously, a fool.
And then? You expect your faith to save you?
You behave like boisterous nincompoops, being loud, performative, yet hollow—devoid of compassion, empathy, or any coherent moral framework.
Outside of Christianity, tell me: what god, in any tradition, would absolve you?

You are not righteous. You are merely a sinner who judges others for sinning differently.
Why would heaven open its gates for someone who berates a stranger’s sins with such theatrical contempt?

Okay, Pharisee.

I am filled with disgust. All of them, men and women alike, repulse me.
I will not pretend to claim the moral high ground. But I will say this: I want nothing to do with people like you. I do not participate. I do not offer my presence.

The words you speak, the comments you make, the thoughts you dare to form—are ignorant, arrogant, and yes, utterly disgusting.

Yes, people are morally gray. There is goodness and badness in all of us. But there comes a point—a dissonance so stark, a sheep-minded ignorance so willful—that I draw the line.
And I draw it in stone.

To you who participate: I hope your ignorance finds maturity and grace, if it can.
If not, I hope you rot with it because honey, the Devil is not testing you, you yourself are the Devil.



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