The Monster Race (Hell’s Heathens)

 

 The Monster Race (Hell’s Heathens)

These “people”, and I use the term loosely, are self-absorbed, self-indulgent, and selfish, but not in the least self-conscious. They are domineering, entitled, arrogant, and insensitive to the basic needs of others. It is through violent outbursts, Routine, vicious, cruel, cold, and uncaring interactions that they maintain their grip on humanity.

This is how the monster race has lived and flourished as a culture for many millennia. Yet, they have not even attempted to practice anything beyond managing and manipulating the masses. They were taught from toddlerhood that it is their birthright to treat others as underlings. Thus, they hold an iron grip on power.. They have no morals, ethics, empathy, or integrity. They are brutish people, physically appearing human, but lacking a modicum of humanity or grace in their souls. If they even possess Souls, the monster race is and has always been dangerous to those who've had the misfortune of being noticed by them. To be seen by the monster race was to be conquered and enslaved by them.

 

They will lie, cheat, steal, connive, and deceive to achieve their goals. And their primary goal is the attainment of wealth and power by any means necessary. They have no god and never have; they respect no religion because no God or religion would tolerate them. Now that you have been introduced to their presence, you should be aware when they reach your lands and shores.

To be trapped within the monster race’s Orbit is to be drained and depleted of all dignity and self-respect. Your only reason for existing is to serve humbly and be happy about it. One must be grateful for the meager crumbs they throw one’s way, never to complain or ask for more, simply accepting one's station in life under the thumb of the monster class.

These creatures, human-like as mentioned above, are impersonating our species. Some have reasoned that they infiltrated the human race from a distant origin. Others have speculated they’re perhaps aliens from the future, returning to their past to relive lives lost over time. Not to right wrongs, as one would hope, but to colonize, enslave, and bend the will of our comparatively primitive human race.

However, this writer would like to posit the following possibility. Perhaps these creatures ascended from the depths of Hell. Possibly, these evil entities were spawned from the loins of Satan’s Saints.. What if they were angels of the dark who’d arisen to claim their place among God’s forsaken children? What if we, as a people, strayed too far from our beginnings? What if we’ve forgotten who we are? Whatever we conclude, we must concur that this insidious wickedness has penetrated and permeated our world for as long as anyone living today can remember.

It seems they’ve always been lurking in our midst, existing at the top of the human food chain with privileges serviles could only imagine. And it appears the more we give to satisfy their demands, the more they take our efforts for granted. At best, we, the People, are “Graced” with banal respect to temporarily assuage our desperation. And, even that morsel of “kindness” is only meted out, so the monster class can revel in watching the subservients bow to acknowledge the lowest form of recognition.

But it’s worse than one can think, if one can envision the monster class as a Vampire-like life form sustaining itself, not by blood, but by negative energy derived from creating chaos and conflicts between communities, cultures, and countries. Forever wars, famine, land and water disputes, racial and religious divides. When they convince us that violence is the best option, the monster class drench themselves in that ensuing negative energy like fuel for fire.

“We the People” have lost our way. We’re passengers on a speeding train without knowing the motives of the engineer. We’re aboard a ship of fools, adrift without a compass or a competent navigator. We’re up “Schitt’s Creek without a paddle”. We’ve been led astray by the liar of all liars, the snake oil salesman, the con artist extraordinaire who never gives a sucker an even break, for the monster class knows no mercy. So, pay heed to these insights, or you’ll pay the Devil someday.

By Lee Bines’ Tall Tales for Short Stories