America 1982-Chapter 546 - 111: Formidable People, You Shall Witness, The Terror of the Battlefield, You Must See It!
"First, I would like to thank the Crossroads Foundation immensely and all the staff of this foundation for inviting me to speak at this legitimate gathering advocating for the enhancement of medical benefits for veteran retirees. I am deeply honored."
"Perhaps some of you in the audience may find it odd that a gathering of old soldiers would invite a guy like me, clad in a robe. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Matt Lead, the Chief Elder of the God’s Messenger Church, and the brethren within the church are more accustomed to calling me Messenger Lead. OK, everyone, you can let go of the idea of picking up a gun and blowing my brains out. I promise that I’m not here today to raise funds for the church, nor to invite anyone to join the sect I am currently part of. I’m here to talk about why you have shown up here, why you are so angry."
"Since my childhood, I have despised messengers of all kinds. be it the paperboy delivering newspapers, the postman delivering mail, or even the customer service staff that comes to deliver feedback cards—I’ve hated them all."
"Because they always bring bad news. My mother told me that my father had died after reading the obituary notice in the newspaper delivered by the paperboy. My mother and father divorced before I was born, and I never met him. I had always imagined what it would be like to meet him for the first time, what kind of expression he would have when I called him father. However, my father never came to meet me. It was only through a messenger who delivered bad news that I knew the only close encounter with my father would be when I touched his obituary notice on the newspaper—the one that said he died in a traffic accident."
"Want to know what’s even worse? The day he died was my birthday. My father died on his way to see me for the first time."
"Then there’s the postman, who would stuff a thick pile of mail into the slot at my house each time, all of them credit card or finance company debt collection letters. With every letter we received, my mother’s face grew uglier."
"Do you know what is the worst thing about messengers? They only bring us one piece of bad news after another but never convey our cries of suffering back to the other side. I see some people in the audience nodding, understanding my words. Yes, there’s another kind of messenger called politicians—the most despicable kind among messengers."
"They only ever bring bad news, without exception."
"When you’ve just found a girlfriend you’ve decided to spend the rest of your life with, they tell you, ’Hey, kid, the country told me to inform you that you have to join the army to defend the nation. Say goodbye to that pretty girl.’"
"When you’ve just come back alive from a battlefield rife with gunsmoke, they tell you, ’Hey, killer, the country told me to inform you that we’re worried you have mental issues and might initiate a massacre in the community, so you must report regularly at the police station and undergo psychological evaluations, and you might even be caged if necessary.’"
"When you laboriously move to a medical facility in a wheelchair, they tell you, ’Hey, old man, the country told me to inform you not to use up public medical resources. See that hospital with a higher mortality rate? That’s the designated medical facility for veterans. Don’t worry, dying on the operating table is painless.’"
"This is how they are, continually delivering us bad news in the name of the nation, but they never deign to transmit our cries of suffering to the country we always love."
"I hate messengers, I hate politicians, until I met a guy you all know. He doesn’t understand anything; he even believes the Earth is flat. I’ve argued with him before. I said the Earth is round, he said no, Matt, you’ve been deceived, the Earth is flat, nobody understands this truth better than I do. I am a pipeline worker. If the Earth were round, I would need to use elbow pipes with curves when laying out a long line, but I never used elbow pipes, only straight pipes, so the Earth is flat."
"I must admit, I, who have preached for many years, was defeated by him. I have to say, that soldier-turned-guy, his mouth is as hard as his bones."
"He now wants to become a messenger. For what? Money, status, power? No, because he comes from among you. He has suffered the same hardships as you, lost the same joys as you, and now he has decided to make himself a true messenger, to carry your voice, the numerous cries of suffering once ignored, into the ears of those big shots who don’t want to hear bad news!"
"He walks alone to knock on the gates of heaven for you all!"
... 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
"I am seventy-six years old this year. I have worn the holy cross of the Saint Thomas Rose Cross Society and preached for forty-three years. In fact, reflecting on my forty-three years of preaching, I don’t even remember what I said, or rather I don’t even know what to say to people."
"Convince everyone to believe in God? Is that something that needs convincing? No, it isn’t. Everyone is a descendent of Adam and Eve, who once consumed the fruit of wisdom in the Garden of Eden, acquiring wisdom akin to God’s. They know good from evil, right from wrong; everyone is smart and doesn’t need convincing at all."
"They are just lost, unable to discern direction, staggering in darkness with no clue, battered and bleeding, thinking it’s suffering."
"This darkness is hell itself; we grope and search within hell until we find the path back to Eden, the road back to light. Everyone will have that day, it’s just a matter of time. Everyone will have that day when we crawl out of hell and bathe anew in the holy light."
