the ugly face of adoration

"He had a perfect knowledge of the language of the people; wherefore, he could use much flattery, and much power of speech, according to the power of the devil” (Jacob 7.4)

​I try to be good. I really do.
But, what am I to do? These thoughts and images come to my mind, unbidden.
 
I suppose I could just stay silent.
But even the casual reader of this site knows how my past silence torments me.
Such a cowardly past.
 
But no more.
Just staying silent no longer feels just.
And even non-silence is not enough.
The masses can no longer hear the “still-small voice. They must be spoken to with thunder.
And even then, they resist and dig their heals in further.
Back-sliding heifers!
 
Anyway, I saw the happy adoring faces of Caligula’s Hoosier hordes last night as they awaited the arrival of their prophet.
 
Adoration. Yes. Clearly, they adore this awful monster.
 
I saw their upraised hands, holding cell-phones aloft to click a picture of his arrival at the venue.
I saw the impure joy on their faces, as they anticipated the spectacle that they were surely about to witness, and enjoy.
Happy faces everywhere.
 
Adoration.
 
I could not help myself, it just came.
I saw huge spot lights flashing against the clouds of a dark night sky.
I saw an eagle.
I saw thousands of happy faces, anticipating the looming spectacle.
The ugly face of adoration.
I saw upraised hands saluting….
 
No! Don’t do it. Don’t go there! Don’t say it. Bite your tongue.
We’re not supposed to use that comparison.
Oh, hell!
 
… the fuehrer.
 
“Fuehrer” means “guide.”
Where, I wonder, is he taking them, this pied piper?
I can only believe that he “doth speedily drag them down to hell” (Alma 30.60).

The LORD shall cut off all flattering lips,
    and the tongue that speaketh proud things:
Who have said, “With our tongue will we prevail;
    our lips are our own: who is lord over us?” (Psalm 12.3-4