Jerry Falwell Jr.’s fall was inevitable. His con was long and large.
I’m working on a breakdown of the Vanity Fair piece, but I pondered the roots of these patterns. The roots go back several millennia. When men embody them, eventually their cons, and therefore their worlds, collapse.
Junior obviously didn’t learn from his father’s mistake, only how to get away with more.
I’ve learned from them, and vow to be their dichotomy.
My Creed:
Do not put me on a pedestal
For I am only human
I am fallible and will surely fall
Being exceptional is really only an illusion
Do not worship me
Learn from my mistakes and strengths
But don’t ever forget my humanity
Adoration can lead to extreme lengths
Because if you elevate me
Our fallibility will surely creep in
Which leads to justifying atrocities
This is our most evil sin
If love is not my objective
Please know that it’s my ego
Do not reflect or project it
Only harm comes from its glow
For we are all just humans
We’re not supposed to be leaders
But instead dwell as companions
Unified, not following cheaters
A leader corrupts from their power
Companions stand side-by-side
We shouldn’t worship those in a tower
They’re just taking us all for a ride
Because if you worship me
Someday I might believe it
And go from poet to Pharisee
Well intended, but wholly unfit
If my quest comes to money
Instead of spreading love
Please remember my humanity
Not justify it as from above
However high you built my pedestal
Is twice the height I will publicly fall
But the fault would be partly mine
Because my ego took over the call
I believed you when you elevated me
And that lie initiates the fall
It causes everyone to be deceived
They thought I had it all
If love doesn’t resonate
Then fame and fortune fail
Only then do you hesitate
And see the ultimate sale
Never worship a human
See us as teachers not leaders
Because most atrocities begin
When students become believers
