Team Kimberlin Post of the Day

A some point several weeks ago, I remember reading a comment (I believe made by Bill Schmalfeldt) that expressed a disbelief in Hell but that assigned some particular person to a special spot in the Inferno because of some annoying behavior. This brings up an important difference between at least some of the members of Team Kimberlin and me.

You see, I believe in Hell. Bear with me for a few paragraphs while I explain.

First of all, I believe in God and that He is loving. One of the consequences of His love for us is His respect for our autonomy in the choices we make. In the end, we are left with choosing to be one of only two types of people. There are those of us who will say to God, “Thy will be done,” and there are those of us to whom God will say in sorrow, “Thy will be done.” That second group will have chosen to be apart from God, and He will not force them to draw near.

The Polish poet Czeslaw Milosz wrote an essay called “The Discrete Charms of Nihilism” in which he dealt with Marx’s idea that religion was the opiate of the masses.

A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death—the huge solace of thinking that our betrayals, greed, cowardice, murders are not going to be judged … [but] all religions recognize that our deeds are imperishable.

In his fantasy, The Great Divorce, C. S. Lewis paints an allegorical picture of a mundane, boring Hell that may be far more accurate than Dante’s. Lewis notes that we are free to chose to move away from God but that freedom from God has a consequence.

Hell begins with a grumbling mood, always complaining, always blaming others … but you are still distinct from it. You may even criticize it in yourself and wish you could stop it. But there may come a day when you can no longer. Then there will be no you left to criticize the mood or even enjoy it, but just the grumble itself, going on forever like a machine. It is not a question of God “sending us” to hell. In each of us there is something growing, which will BE Hell unless it is nipped in the bud.

We choose our path. We can take the one offered by Satan in Genesis 3 or the one that leads us to draw nearer to God.

Here endeth the lesson.

2 thoughts on “Team Kimberlin Post of the Day


  1. The Cabin Boy is easy enough to understand: he is a man with a terminal illness who simply has not reacted to his impending demise with grace and dignity. I have no doubt that he has Parkinson’s Disease, or that it is a terrible affliction. In that he is hardly alone. There are a large number of people who have died of horrible illnesses. Some have wasted away due to cancer. Others born with Cystic Fibrosis live sicker and sicker before they eventually succumb to their disease. Huntington’s Disease and ALS are particularly horrendous ways to die. Many die from Alzheimer’s.

    What is particularly notable about the Cabin Boy is how poorly he has dealt with his illness. It is clear that he is an extremely angry man. Life has dealt him a bad break and his reaction has been to feel an overwhelming sense of rage. Much of his poor internet behavior is best understood as his attempts to rationalize his rage by pretending his outbursts are due to the provocations of others. Instead of trying to reign in his worst impulses he tries to create a fantasy world in which is a heroic figure fighting injustice.

    His obsession with Kimberlin is equally clear. While he is nominally arguing that Brett Kimberlin has “redeemed” himself by promoting liberalism his real agenda is claiming such redemption for himself. What he actually doing is further damning himself. To come to grips with his illness and eventual demise he will have to apologize to those he has profoundly wronged such as Lee Stranahan and the poor mother he threatened to report to CPS for purely partisan political reasons.

    There is no point in responding to any of accusations he flings. First, the man is not intellectually honest. Debunking one false accusation will just mean that he will fabricate another. Second, responding to the man is cooperating with his mental illness. The only meaningful response to him is to note that you are not responsible for his illness, and, that his illness is not an excuse for his poor behavior.

    Given his dissent into madness it is quite disturbing the violent imagery he has embraced recently. The “blood on the microphone,” the photo of himself brandishing an AR-15, the posting of photos of homes, and the threat to post the names and addresses of his critics all point to his illness intensifying. Frankly, he isn’t much of a threat to anyone since his wife simply wouldn’t load him into the van with a loaded weapon, but, there might very well be “blood on the microphone” when he turns the weapon on himself.

    He has tried to exploit his mother’s death by using it to attack his enemies. The person who has sullied Schmalfeldt mother’s memory is Bill Schmalfeldt. The nut doesn’t fall far from the tree. Folks like Mother Teresa have one kind of set of parents, while folks like Ted Bundy have another. The more he vents his rage, the more people are apt to wonder how far back it is rooted.

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