They say the greatest trick ever pulled—
the most egregious deception— was the Devil’s manipulation of our collective
perception of his very existence. Cause see, we humans give little persistence
to concepts unpleasant. Just give us an out
an excuse a distraction and watch us take action, no matter how transparent
or lacking in logic, grab hold and frantically mold into a mental
blindfold this welcome justification
for maintaining status quo. But this isn’t about the devil.
Or the Usual Suspects— though I will interject, by the way, that
quote came 126 years before Keyser Söze. (but I fear I digress) See there’s a lie even greater. A trick
even more clever: a deception so deep it may be impossible to
sever from our collective reality. You see, cause this one’s universal.
No devil needed. Just human persistence.
Unhindered by atheistic resistance of good and evil embodied;
just facts. But for the believers of evil incarnate it’s
far from discordant, this lie so entrenched, so perverse so abhorrent
that attribution to someone anyone anything but us is ideal. Please just don’t peel back the mask, please
no grand reveal of our true humane nature. See, just a subtle sound alteration is all
that is needed for our complete emancipation from any implication
in something unkind. After all this word is derived from our very
species: Humane from human. We’re the fount of compassion. Now here’s where the real beauty lies:
the real beauty of our lies is that WE humans dictate what is humane
no matter how profane an action may be— you see it’s our word after all. So we sing our own praises back and forth
to each other Teach our children about kindness, “now
pass the turkey to your brother” Lessons in sharing
carried out over corpses. Manners in the face of murder are key,
gotta teach the kiddies not to question the grim reality of what’s on the very plate
before them, please just ignore them, these bodies and secretions. Call it meat and milk and ham and eggs
Focus on free-range and cage-free and grass-fed— because we’re humane. So we’ve come to it now.
The greatest lie ever told. One so brazen, unapologetically bold in
its utter transparency! Yet so readily hungrily desperately accepted.
Clung to. Cared for. Cradled
cautiously. A conscience-gnawing uncertain certainty we
solidify and smooth over and pass down the line, telling our kids it’s okay it’s
fine>From our generation to the next.
truth. We teach what we know which is what we were
taught: the biggest lie ever bought and our own greatest
trick, is the sick conviction that we can kill in
a way that is kind— we can enslave and torture and beat and bind
and just don’t look it’s okay close your eyes, dear, it’s fine. Don’t pull back the curtain, here,
just open wide. Let me sing you assurances. Let me drown out
their screams. Because being part of the majority certainly
means that we’re in the right. Right? It’s necessary
It has to be It’s meant to be
It’s always been Our right
Our choice Our tradition
Our dominion over them. We’re not monsters.
We’re humane. Block out the sheds full of feces
Put the blood behind doors. Don’t look down at the floors
slick and pulsing with crimson from still-beating hearts, full of parts hacked from bodies
for our satisfaction Hold on tight, my dear, to the latest distraction
and let the uncertainty pass You are good.
You are kind. Drink your milk here my dear
no thoughts of the child left behind with no mother or milk of his own
It’s our right to take it, we’re entitled.
It’s not unbridled greed. We’re good people. We kill kindly
It’s not a farce, not a fable We’re humane.
See look! Here’s the label. Packaging is everything. Because bright and happy words on bright and
happy products come from bright and happy farms with bright and happy animals with
happy deaths They don’t feel a thing— or they do but it’s okay— it’s meant to be this way,
they’re not human! We’re humane… Just don’t read the fine print, my dear
see that’s where it all fails— cause you know who they say lies there
in the details… Back to him again. Now I’m the liar I guess. I must acquiesce that this was about the devil
(after all) Though please do recall the universality
cause it’s not about deity it’s us, don’t you see? The harsh reality uttered in 1920 by William
Ralph Inge: if animals could formulate their own religion
their most certain decision would be the most damning
to our fragile conviction of humane humanity- built from their very reality of hell on earth. No need for ethereal theology,
because their depiction of the ultimate trickster would be the real kicker – a true devil
incarnate the perpetrator of carnage so heinous
it renders our blindfolds transparent and torn,
for their devil, rightfully, takes human form. Subtitles by the Amara.org community