Genesis 3:14: And the Lord God said unto the serpent, Because thou hast done this, thou art cursed above all cattle, and above every beast of the field; upon thy belly shalt thou go, and dust shalt thou eat all the days of thy life.
Injustice that calls itself justice, hatred that calls itself love, is foundational to the abrahamic faiths. The serpent in the garden was a cartoon villain with no motivation but the joy of evil itself, taking the text at face value, but any cursory examination of the events of the stories as written exonerates all villains save god himself. Of course he made the serpent to love evil, made men and women to be curious, and so on.
And as abrahamic faiths are foundational to western civilization, the injustice is baked into who we are and how we do. Poor people deserve to suffer because whatever people have or lack in life is according to his will, is “just” by divine fiat. We must have done something wrong to deserve this.
I am put in mind of all this because today my ramen noodles smelled and tasted like cigarette ash. Having smelled that, why did I proceed to eat them (with a lot of butter and salt added)? I didn’t want the ramen to go to waste and I’d already added the packet by the time I smelled it. I thought about why I’m eating cigarette ramen.
Maybe somebody rich is adulterating ramen with literal garbage just for spite. Or maybe some poor filipino working in a ramen factory, knowing he’s gonna die in economic hell and unable to do anything else, tipped an ash tray into the flavor packets, knowing it would find decadent western mouths, and fuck those guys. I won’t blame the worker, as shit a thing as that is to do. I blame the global system built on exploitation, making us poor folks as cruel as what the rich have given us.
And capitalism, as much as it runs contrary to the hippy shit young jeezy preached, is a perfect piece with the justice that runs through most of the bible. I’m a serpent, I’m gonna eat my dust all the days of my life. Or maybe I’ll rise to the middle class, where I can eat chaff instead, and rain dust upon my lessers with a sense of righteousness. All is as it should be on god’s earth.
EDIT to add: I’m living on my belly as well – more crippled this week than I’ve ever been in my life from throwing my back out. Had to miss 3 days of work. I turn 45 in a few days, so I probably got another 45 years of this worsening to look forward to. It’s OK tho, I’m cool.