06-19-2014, 06:01 PM
"Then I hope you are willing to die for it, hypocrite. Not willing to kill to change things, and no hope of succeeding. So you do what you do so you can sleep better at night? So you can tell yourself 'well at least I'm still trying'? Get that fatalistic attitude out of your system, or you'll end up six feet under before you do anyone a lick of good."
He hated that sort of mentality; saw it all the time in politicians and officers. They'd push to do what was right when they knew there was no chance it could succeed, just to make it look like they were still trying. It was a waste of everyone's time.
"You want to make the world a better place, you damn well better fucking believe your god is on your side. You ain't fighting to win your place in heaven. You'd better be fighting so folks like those kids don't end up their too soon. So they can get married, have brats of their own. Because the world's not so bad. Because folks like you are making sure of that. Because if you fucking don't, it'll be up to men like me to make sure it is."
He stood up and grabbed his empty beer bottle, eyeing Jensen angrily. The man was going through the motions just for the sake of it, not for the goal.
"Now run along and read that fucking book of yours. Fucking thing better say in there somewhere that doing good doesn't win you a place in heaven. Better be meaning behind it. Drive. Intent. Belief. All those fucking power-words those Evengelist shits spew all the damn time."
He tapped Jensen's chest with the bottle, lightly, "Those men are fucktards after money and power. You better prove yourself better then them. You do what you do because there's hope."
He turned away then and went to the bar to get himself another drink, muttering about hypocrites. Another beer and then he would head back to the safe-house and take stock of things.
He hated that sort of mentality; saw it all the time in politicians and officers. They'd push to do what was right when they knew there was no chance it could succeed, just to make it look like they were still trying. It was a waste of everyone's time.
"You want to make the world a better place, you damn well better fucking believe your god is on your side. You ain't fighting to win your place in heaven. You'd better be fighting so folks like those kids don't end up their too soon. So they can get married, have brats of their own. Because the world's not so bad. Because folks like you are making sure of that. Because if you fucking don't, it'll be up to men like me to make sure it is."
He stood up and grabbed his empty beer bottle, eyeing Jensen angrily. The man was going through the motions just for the sake of it, not for the goal.
"Now run along and read that fucking book of yours. Fucking thing better say in there somewhere that doing good doesn't win you a place in heaven. Better be meaning behind it. Drive. Intent. Belief. All those fucking power-words those Evengelist shits spew all the damn time."
He tapped Jensen's chest with the bottle, lightly, "Those men are fucktards after money and power. You better prove yourself better then them. You do what you do because there's hope."
He turned away then and went to the bar to get himself another drink, muttering about hypocrites. Another beer and then he would head back to the safe-house and take stock of things.