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Monday, August 17, 2015

The Cult of Playing God

We like to play God. We must do, because we do it all the time.

We play God when we murder. When militant groups target civilians it doesn't matter whether they label themselves as anti-establishment or religious zealots; their cause isn't just, they are just playing God. It's not about their so-called cause. That's just window dressing. It's murder. Plain and simple.

The deaths caused by the explosion at a crowded market in the north-eastern Nigerian state of Borno is murder. When Bin Laden's sprog urged terror attacks to be carried out in London and in other countries allied to the US, it's about murder, not religion. It's about a psychopath with daddy issues playing God.

If these so-called militants really were all about a cause, why don't Islamists target the oil rich elite Saudis and their country-sized yachts, and the moral depravity (according to their religion) that goes on there? Why do they target the innocent?

When an Islamic State leader repeatedly tortured and raped American aid worker Kayla Mueller as though she were his property, it was nothing to do with any cause. It was a man with serious mummy issues trying to play God over women.

People who play God are pitiable to me. You wonder what their physiological hangups must be to need to play God in the first place. Yet we do it all the time.

We play God when we war, when we judge others without just cause, when we discriminate against others and deny them rights simply because we are in the majority, or an elite minority. We play God when we decide the rich should dictate and the poor must beg.

We play God when we treat immigrating human beings like cattle, and treat our sovereign borders as lines etched in cruel, hard, unmoving stone. Indigenous Australians possibly did it best: They have traditionally believed in what has been described as songlines, or dreaming tracks, that mark the routes followed by spirit beings. We in the West have divided our lands to the marching drum of conflict and war.

Immigration is the bogeyman of Western politics, thanks to global crises such as war and economic collapse, and pollsters Ipsos MORI reckon that only Turks are more worried about immigration than the British.

You can see why Turks are concerned: It's a country that shares a border with Iraq, Iran and - for 250 largely unmonitored miles - Syria. And with Turkish military forces recently weighing into the war against militant factions, the spate of terrorist activity from Kurds, IS followers and anti-government groups have risen.

Once again these attacks aren't about a cause, it's just murder. The murder of the innocent. Even if a cause is just, when resorting to violence it always boils down to the same thing: The slaughter of the innocent.

The British anxiety about immigration, although a political misdirection, seems frighteningly similar to the Turkish situation. The images from outside our borders of desperate people clambering to get in. The unknown number of British citizens who wish our nation harm. These are all echoes from the same shout, ringing across our planet.

It's more a chant really. A chant from the cult of playing God. Like football hooligans baying for blood, it's not about right or wrong, or even who wins anymore. It's a psychopathic syndrome with the same egotistical belief that we are all powerful only when we hurt someone.

Naturally, the instinct to fight is a natural one, but there is a marked difference between those who fight to defend, and those who fight to kill. Or want to play God in their weak mental state.

When they fight for what they believe in, people die. When we fight for what we believe in, we die so that others may live.

That's the difference between believing in God and playing God.

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