The Land of Opportunity

November 20, 2006

You step out of the matinee into the brisk November air. It’s then when you see the man in the long green coat. He is approaching fast. You try to turn the other way as if to seem too involved in a conversation with your friend, wife, husband, girlfriend, or boyfriend. You try to ignore his existence, but only in futility. He asks you anyway. Holding his hand out for alms, he tells you how the world has fucked him over. It’s right at that point when the world can see into your eyes. It knows that you wish against parting from you pocket change; your hard earned currency.

You topple and drop the least of it down into the soiled Dixie cup. He smiles and you feel empty, ashamed, angered. “Maybe Patrick Bateman had it right,” you think. Just one less man holding a sign that says God Bless. It would make little sense helping the man out, for he has no chance beyond my seventy five cents. It’s a lost cause, and besides, you’ve got an appetite.

Perhaps you’ll change your mind? Just then in the moments that you settle on giving the man the quarter, you realize that others might see you. You shove it off, and just keep walking. It’s not a problem; you have the right to be a Sodomite in the real world, just as long as you play Saint Francis of Assisi in your closet. It’s a deal that you worked out with God.

You feel bad for a moment, but you’ll forget over a plate of Macaroni and Cheese with a glass of Merlot. You’ll raise your glass and have God bless America and the people of it’s grand bourgeoisie.

It would be too much trouble to take an example from Mr. Bernadone:

Kyle W. Sutton

One comment

  1. This is the best piece of writing I have seen from you!

    When did we lose our humanity to the point that we can’t acknowledge the presence of another human being? What makes us think that we are so much better than that person? We are all equal in God’s eyes. We are ALL His children.

    That means that that homeless beggar on the street is my brother. He is also your brother. And it goes further than that. That gay man with AIDS — he’s our brother. That hooker on the street addicted to cocaine — she’s our sister. That 16 year old girl with a baby — she’s our sister.

    We need to regain our humanity.

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