Burn the heretic purge the unclean shirt
The phrase “Burn the heretic, purge the unclean” has always sent a shiver down my spine, you know? It’s that raw, unsettling power of unyielding conviction. I remember overhearing some older guys at a construction site, probably half-drunk on cheap beer after a long shift, start muttering something similar about the new regulations. Their faces were flushed, their words slurred, and there was a definite undercurrent of resentment – a sense of being wronged. It struck me then, and still does now, how easily that kind of sentiment can take root, how readily it can be twisted into justification for, well, anything.

Thinking back to my grandmother’s stories about her childhood, the fear of the unknown, the whispers about outsiders in her small village, it all seemed to connect to this. She told me of whispered warnings, of families ostracized simply for being different, for practicing customs that the others didn’t understand. She always said that fear breeds these kinds of pronouncements, that fear is the fuel that keeps them burning. It’s a scary thing to witness, to see the way people can justify their actions when they’re afraid.

Then there was that awful documentary I saw a few years back, about a historical period of religious strife. The sheer brutality, the systematic destruction, the complete lack of empathy… it was horrific. They weren’t just killing people, they were erasing their very existence, their beliefs, their history. The chilling, almost robotic, recitation of those stark commands – it sounded almost… clinical in its cruelty. It reminded me a bit of the cold, detached way some people talk about things they don’t understand, as if it’s a problem that needs to be eradicated instead of a human being. This idea of “cleansing” – it seems to be such a recurring theme, doesn’t it? Almost as if we’re all secretly obsessed with purity, with eliminating anything that doesn’t conform. I caught a glimpse of that in a particularly heated online forum I sometimes visit, filled with people ranting about various “undesirables.” The vehemence, the certainty, the almost gleeful anticipation of some sort of ultimate reckoning… it was truly disturbing. And you just know it’s always easier to condemn from behind a keyboard.







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