Rewarding Failure: Fail Loudly, Celebrate Wildly

Rewarding Failure: Fail Loudly, Celebrate Wildly

Monologue (Timotheus):

He has no doctrine...

You want me to say something?

Alright.

Here is his doctrine.

Fail loudly.

Double down.

Call it greatness.

Celebrate it.

Fail wildly.

Celebrate it wildly.

No, seriously.

How long do we plan to keep up the pretence?

No, no. Seriously.

How long do we keep pretending this is something other than pure lunacy?

How long do we keep pretending this is normal?

I was washing plates and one slipped, hit the marble top. I did not mean to break it. (Perhaps I did!)

Yes, I wash my plates after eating. Duh.

Spare me that look.

The telly was on, that old word still fits sometimes, and there he was.

That man.

Smiling.

Performing.

Handing a golden key to one of those men Roosevelt once warned us about, the malevolent of great wealth.

He handed him a key as if history were a game show and power a party favor.

And suddenly it all clicked.

Not slowly.

Instantly.

This was never about governance.

Or competence.

Or truth.

It was about flooding the system with spam behaviour. Overwhelm it. Force it into overdrive. Commit an audacious act on Monday. Say something uncivilized on Tuesday. Double down on Wednesday. Execute extrajudicial violence on Friday. Threaten Canada one week. Insult China the next. Belittle Britain. Mock the EU. Reverse course. Escalate again. Repeat.

It is about stretching unaccountability until it snaps. You would need a million lawyers and special counsels just to track the chaos. Then, sue the IRS for leaking the fact that you have never paid taxes in your life.

This is not strategy.

It is spectacle.

Turning moral, diplomatic, and economic collapse into performance and insisting that wreckage is achievement if the applause is loud enough.

He called his disastrous first term “the greatest in American history.”

Overwhelmed, I said nothing.

Then I got angry with myself for saying nothing. For letting the absurdity pass without comment.

But I had been tired. Truly tired. Worn down by other work, other battles. And for a moment, that assault on reason slipped by without so much as a murmur from the Molue.

I am glad I am speaking now.

Because it is a duty.

Mine, and yours too.

To resist everything that resists Christliness.

I know.

I know.

You would rather practice the soft gospel. The sweetened one. The prosperity version. The one that whispers that faith is a ladder and wealth is proof.

The one that quietly hopes you might one day be wealthy like them.

I understand the pull. Truly. The allure of that distortion of Christianity is powerful.

It promises comfort without cost.

Blessing without burden.

Glory without the cross.

But let us be clear.

The Bible, not your bank balance, must be our guide. Always.

“You were once darkness,” Paul writes, “but now you are light in the Lord. Live as children of light. Have nothing to do with the fruitless deeds of darkness, but rather expose them.”

Not excuse them.

Not baptize them.

Expose them.

So yes.

Deep exhale.

This is not politics dressed up as piety.

This is discernment.

This is fidelity.

This is refusing to clap when failure demands applause and refusing to call darkness light simply because it sparkles.

I rest

Don Kenobi

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