‘Men are not punished for their sins, but by them.”–Elbert Hubbard
Do you believe in karma? Would it matter to karma, either way?
Close your eyes. Look inside and let’s go on a little metaphysical carpet ride.
In M. Night Shyamalan’s seriously underrated little film, “Signs,” there is a long and quite profound soliloquy in which the Graham Hess character, a former minister who lost his faith after losing his wife in a freak car accident, addresses his brother:
“People break down into two groups. When they experience something lucky, group number one sees it as more than luck, more than coincidence. They see it as a sign, evidence that there is someone up there, watching out for them.
“Group number two sees it as just pure luck. Just a happy turn of chance …The situation is fifty-fifty. Could be bad. Could be good. But deep down, they feel that whatever happens, they are on their own. And that fills them with fear. Yeah, there are these people.
“But there’s a whole lot of people in group number one … And deep down, they feel that whatever is going to happen, there will be someone there to help them. And that fills them with hope.
“See, what you have to ask yourself is what kind of person are you? Are you the kind that sees signs, that sees miracles? Or do you believe that people just get lucky? Or look at the question this way: Is it possible that there are no coincidences?”
Pretty deep question, that, if you honestly consider it. Almost all of the world’s recognized great thinkers have done so, and all the world’s major religions think they have found the answer to it, although obviously, they cannot all be correct in that.
So, now let us consider the greater question’s mirror image.
The truly worth subscribing to website and podcast Bulwark has made a pretty good case for doing so by simply compiling a list of some recent “happenings,” which when considered in this light could change some minds, or at very least create some doubt surrounding my originally posed question.
Well-known conservative radio talk show host and vaccine skeptic Phil Valentine, 61, became a darling with the anti-vax crowd by his strong diatribes against vaccine and mask wearing, even writing a parody of an old Beatles song and singing it on his show.
Valentine just died of Covid-19.
West Palm Beach. Florida talk show host and Covid mocker Dick Farrell, 65, was particularly fond of dismissing “experts” in the medical field, once calling Dr. Anthony Fauci, a “power tripping lying freak,” and urging all of his listeners not to take the coronavirus vaccine.
Farrell just died of Covid-19.
Jimmy DeYoung, a Tennessee Christian radio host, who not unlike some other lunatics on the airwaves, insisted upon linking the vaccine injection process to the biblical “Mark of the Beast” from the apocryphal Book of Revelation, saw governmental conspiracies everywhere every day and set himself up as something of a town crier for the flock, warning of the dangers.
DeYoung just died of Covid-19.
Yet another talk radio personality, Daytona’s Marc Bernier, was fond of calling himself “Mr. Anti-Vax.” His message of conspiratorial gloom and doom was pretty well aligned with the others above, and once told a guest, “I’m not taking it…Are you kidding me? Mr. Anti-Vax? Jeepers.”
Creepers. Bernier died of Covid-19 last month.
And just to prove that whatever this trend represents does not discriminate against radio rabble rousers, a joker named Caleb Wallace, the Texas organizer of an anti-vaccine “Freedom Rally” and founder of a group of government-fearing “constitutionally protected rights” protectors started feeling bad back in July.
Undaunted, though, he followed the nightly Fox News recipe and started taking the livestock wormer ivermectin, along with high doses of vitamin C and zinc and utilizing an inhaler, telling the local newspaper that in so doing, he was practicing his “basic rights of breathing air.”
Not anymore, though. Just over a week ago, Wallace died of Covid-19.
So, what does all this mean?
Is there any lesson to be learned, any truth to be discerned from this collection of interestingly related facts?
Or maybe we should look at those questions this way: Is it possible that there are no coincidences?
Ray Mosby is editor and publisher of the Deer Creek Pilot.