Night Occupied Me

Night occupied me with an oak of a man, medium in stature: holding forth in a public square, raging against the relentless wind, standing firmly against the rising tide of the times.  He addressed a jeering crowd like some prophet of old.  He spoke of nations and of defending secure borders.  He spoke in defense of the defenseless, the innocent, the abused, and the truth.
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He said,

"Woe to you,  pathetic rabble of the Antifa, and woe to all your mentors and groomers, woe to the Lügenpress which gives you a stage for your antics, woe to this mob of politically correct terrorism!  Hypocrites!  A generation of vipers you are!  You go all the Snowflake, over any little grudge or body-check!  But when it comes to reality-checks, you're selectively blind as bats, and narcissistically reactive as bats out of hell!  You strain at a gnat and swallow a camel!

"You call yourselves 'autonomous' - no, you are all automatons of the very system which subsidizes and grooms you selective moralists and morons!  You permit yourselves every limitless privilege and aggression toward those not pandering to your demands, as toward those not suiting your totalitarian agenda.  Then you cry 'Nazi' and 'fascist' or '-phobe' when challenged or called out on it!  You twist the facts to suit your flatulent program and self-preening wishes and wants, selling yourselves as fake victims to the fake press!

"For real life victims in the real world you've no empathy and no brave, thoughtful words!  Just a shrill cliché of jaded 'feminism' in the ears of those who cannot avoid your pathologically bludgeoning presence!

"Woe to you all, you cannot save your asses for a fart!  That very God you all mock is not asleep, but watching with compassionate objectivity as you advertise for your own nations' suicide, and He will recieve your sorry asses when you fall into the pit you are digging for yourselves!  That slide into the abyss will not come so kindly however - and the moment any one of you finally grows a conscience, that moment will prove to be your worst nightmare of a revelation!"
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I don't know who he was in the night, his face remained a mystery as did his name.  But the sun shone off his forehead.  The burden of human suffering shone in his eyes, and the balm for it as well.  A fierce love for Humankind and all that breathed, ranted in his heart.

His fire was in my belly.