There is an obsession with the pseudo-intellectual atheists of American society that involves putting God in the dock for the terrible and tragic suffering that takes place in this world. They shake their fists at the God they do not believe in and make an existential protest for a new standard of right and wrong. They are right and God is wrong. The absolutes they disdain people speaking in all of the sudden become very handy in cursing God for cursing them. Their anger fuels a godless movement that grows stronger even within the church itself. From their words these people seem disgusted and fed up with the suffering of this world. But it is my sweeping declaration that the American society that atheists assume would join them in hating suffering cannot get enough of suffering.
Sometimes I think of the men who ran the concentration camps during the Holocaust or the Viet Kong that held American soldiers captive during Vietnam. I try to think of how the torturous activities took place and the actual pleasure that was gained out of it. I do not think there to have been wide eyes and wide smiles on the faces of the torturers. I believe they might have even grimmaced at what was going on…as it kept going on. I do not believe there to have always been evil laughs and pointing coming from all the men in the room as they increased the pain of their prisoner. Most of the time I think there was probably a stoic-faced embellishment for the torturers. Though it was sometimes shocking, there was a sort of calm and mild-mannered satisfaction during the whole ordeal. Cigarettes before and after, minor jokes and mild comments about what took place, and irrelevant side discussions. It is hard to describe what I imagine in my head those men were like, but I think the best representation would be the people at a movie theater. Specifically observe the viewing audience of a recent horror film. This multi-million dollar industry displays exactly how we Americans feel about suffering: It is our entertainment.
The melodramatic teenagers of this society seem to be quite taken with suffering. If their music is not already plagued with ideas of it then the training mechanism called reality tv is full of people their age that are stricken with angst but not any real angst. The youth of America have embraced pain and suffering in the same way hypochondriacs embrace their sickness. They have joined the skyrocketing trend of using prescription painkillers. They seem so desperate for pain that they imagine it for themselves. Then try to relieve a pain that is not really there.
The class of people that would seem to have the least amount of pain and suffering in life seem to actually have the most. The suicide rates for the upper-middle class far outweigh the rates for the lower classes who would have a much better case for justifying such an act. On the other end, the lower classes have resorted to reinventing the exact system that has placed them in a state of oppression. They are as capitalistic as anyone when it comes to their philosophy on street survival. The gang mentality that pervades through the ghettos of the nation is as poisonous as the mentalities of rich men they curse for being rich. It is as animalistic as any economic Darwinism. Whatever suffering the lower classes complain about they simply recreate and reinforce the same suffering in their own neighborhoods.
Pain and suffering is sought after throughout American culture. From doctors trying to convince patients of their health to America’s new obsession with investigating crime scenes via television. From the nasty and bloody problem of self-mutilation among young Americans to the neater and cleaner mutilation of piercings and ink-filled needles. We look as if we are on a quest for something that hurts. There is some type of pain that we seem desperate for. It is a sort of rendemptive pain we desire. It is like we are convinced that it will bring us back to reality or back to life. The problem is that all the suffering we as Americans are “experiencing” does not seem to be life-giving at all and is merely surreal rather than real. Our condemnation of God for the worlds suffering is not in sync with our desperation for our own suffering. Perhaps if we start considering what we are suffering for as the issue rather than suffering itself as the issue. Perhaps our suffering is selfish rather than understanable and paradoxical selfless suffering. I heard a story once of a man that knew more than the world combined of such selfless suffering. But he died quite a long time ago. How convenient it would be if he were still alive…and that we might find him…and follow him into the suffering we so desire.
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