Saturday, January 21, 2017
Crashing The Pearly Gates
"Hey, you guys are going to love me!"
St. Peter, of course, had heard that line countless times while guarding the pearly gates to Heaven, yet he was always forced to bite.
"OK, why's that?"
"Man, you would, like, not believe how obedient I was! I did everything I was told, no questions asked. Always with a happy heart! I was never like those complainers with their bad attitude, no sir! I had my orders!"
"And what were those orders?"
"Whatever they said! No problems here. No matter how many Jews they told me to stuff in the oven I made it work. That's what you call a positive, can-do attitude."
"And you saw no evil in this?"
"Not a drop! All perfectly on the up and up, following orders right down the line. Not possible for me to have done wrong."
"What made you so sure you were right to obey?"
"It's always right to obey! I never did anything on my own, very strict about that, always remaining pure."
"You found it commendable to do as you were told?"
"Absolutely. I always made sure I had another human telling me what to do. Can't go wrong that way!"
"Why did you do what this other human said?"
"He was an official moral authority figure!"
"How do you know?"
"Other humans made papers for him saying it was so. And he had on these real fancy uniform clothes too! Papers and clothes, can't argue with that!"
"What if you found out those had been forged?"
"No, they were real enough. Enough other humans said so."
"Perhaps they were lying?"
"They were in charge so it had to be true. I'm not one of those malcontents!"
"People in charge lie too."
"I wouldn't know about that. That's for other smart people to decide, I am but a humble lowly worm not worthy of an opinion. But to be honest with you, frankly it sounds like you might have a bit of an attitude!"
"Oh, I can most assuredly tell you I do."
"Alright! Does that mean I passed the test? What kind of cool place do us good guys get??"
"I'll leave that decision to you."
"Oh, no! I trust whatever you decide and completely defer to your judgment."
"Then let me bring out Mr. Heinrich Muellerheim, your camp superior. We can let him decide your fate as you allowed him to do before."
"Worked once, ought to work again! Just look at those glorious metals on his shirt. That shows judgment you can trust."
"Fine, fine. What do you say, Herr Muellerheim?"
"Send him to hell for all eternity. I'm stuck there, his stupid ass can go too!"
"Hey, wait! I'm not going to hell just because he says so! You can't base a decision just on your own selfish interests. Things have to be fair to make things work out!"
"But you already deferred to him. You said it was the moral thing to do."
"You're not really going to listen to that guy after what he just said? He's only sending me to hell because he's in hell. That's OUTRAGEOUS!"
"Sounds to me like you have your own opinion and are questioning authority!"
"No! Never, never!"
"OK, then, bye-bye." St. Peter opened the trap door, the supplicant never to be seen again. Next up was a torturer from the Spanish Inquisition.
"Hey, you guys are going to love me! I was like totally devoted to the big boss: he had on these fancy robes, a tall white hat, and carried a cool cross! I never failed in my duties no matter how much the bad people screamed!"