Comeuppance: (n) a punishment or fate that someone deserves.
Sometimes I’m convinced that there are no history books. Matter of fact, I’ve gone on the Internet to make sure they still sell them.
Sure enough, there they are.
So my second supposition is that they just must not be very popular.
Because it does not take too long when perusing a history book, to realize that if you’re going to cheat, lie, steal, abuse or kill, you’re going to get your comeuppance.
You may do it for a while, with authority, seemingly uncontested.
But there is always someone, or sometimes it’s a whole clump of people, who will rise up and stop the foolishness before the human race ends up in the ground with its bones being eventually studied by some other species in ten thousand years.
You just can’t pursue evil and succeed.
That’s enough reason right there to at least considerthe option of good.
Yet all of our entertainment, our politics, and even our religions are so power-hungry that they present the illusion that evil might just have a bad enough day to have a good day, and beat the crap out of righteousness.
It doesn’t seem to bother people that it’s never happened.
After all, Adolph Hitler, who thought his Third Reich was going to last a thousand years, fell a bit short. Thirteen years were all he got.
Oh, yes–he destroyed a lot of people along the way and maybe he should have been stopped earlier, but you will notice, he’s not around to take interviews on the subject.
It’s something I need to remind myself of from time to time. I can go ahead and tell that little white lie, and maybe even think I got by with it.
But after a while, the feeling of self-confidence about being nasty catches up with me.
And I do get my comeuppance.
Even worse than that, I end up looking like a fool to have pursued such a retarded, unfulfilling and doomed process.
Published by Jonathan Cring