There was a man in ancient times who, every day and night, made his home among dank, mountainside tombs, wherein he cried and cut himself with stones. This poor man was miserable, obviously. He was depressed and desolate, then enraged, then even more despondent because there seemed no end to his misery. Day and night, his suffering was all he thought about. It consumed him.
The townspeople had tried to control the troubled man, had put him in chains and various other tethers, all broken by the man into pieces. Thus, nobody went around the tombs because he was a frightening menace.
Now. Were this man living in modern times, a team of psychiatrists and therapists would have him diagnosed with everything—manic depression, schizophrenia, bipolar disorder. Complete with a matching pharmaceutical regimen, of course. Doctors would be boasting about their diagnostic expertise, science about its role in advancing technology and chemical remedies. It would have all been a lie, however. Because this man, this patient, wasn’t mentally ill.
He was demon possessed.
Readers might recognize the biblical story written about by eyewitnesses Matthew, Mark, and Luke, Christ’s disciples, who not only chronicled the incident but the man’s incredible cure. Sitting in his dark, macabre tomb one afternoon and contemplating his unending misery, the man saw a boat beach on the shore nearby. Observing the invaders, the possessed man eyed Jesus. Yes, that Jesus. Instantly, the man ran towards and fell on his face at Jesus’ feet. “Please don’t torment me,” the ailing man begged. Ever compassionate, Jesus asked the man’s name.
“Legion,” he replied, “for we are many.”
In service to the current infirmity before him, Jesus commanded the evil spirits to depart from the man, which the demons dutifully did, but only after imploring to be cast into a herd of hillside swine. Entering the pigs, the entire herd then ran violently down a hillside, over a cliff, and into the sea, where they all drowned. Afterwards, the freshly exorcised man wasn’t just clothed, in his right mind, and greatly relieved. Finally happy and hopeful, finally himself again, he was eternally grateful.
He was cured! A result neither traditional nor modern science and medicine could have ever achieved. And why doesn’t anyone ever conclude that?
Why doesn’t anyone ever consider the spiritual aspect of human health and the subsequent limitations of human healthcare? It’s like science and medicine are the end all for human health, are the human experiences’ only hope for survival and a healthful continuance. Given this seaside exorcism, this is obviously untrue. God created humans from dust. For their continual disbelief and disobedience, God, throughout the biblical text, plagued human health in various and numerous ways. To be plain, he made humans sick, then either took their lives or cured them.
Hence, God seems a pretty big player in human health, as this possessed man’s restoration would certainly validate. In fact, God appears the boss of human health—individually and collectively, doing with it as he pleases.
Science and medicine had zero bearing on this seaside exorcism, and would have no bearing on such an illness today. In fact, despite the visible and yet bleeding cutting scars, and the glaring emotional distress, both industries would have mocked the idea of demon possession. To demonstrate how absurd, they would have shot the patient full of Thorazine and pronounced him cured and now living his best life.
“Who needs God when you’ve got Thorazine!”
Science: “We invented that!”
To science and medicine, a person walking around a drug-induced zombie is cured. “See? Thanks to medicine and science, folks, the patient can now move on to a productive and rewarding life!”—they proclaim, as they ease the brain-frozen, hospital-gowned zombie forward for crowd display.
End the Thorazine regimen, however, and the man’s back where he started: still demon possessed and miserable, which, again, medicine and science can do absolutely nothing about.
So then, how supreme and deistic-worthy are medicine and science really?
Personally, I wouldn’t want to do without them, particularly during allergy season, and when I have the flu, or a kidney stone attack, or any one of the countless health issues and emergencies I’ve endured in my life. It’s certain everyone else feels the same way.
Even so, science and medicine clearly have their limitations.
It would appear the only truly deistic-worthy physician and scientist is God. But then, say that at the press conference where physicians are going on and on about their diagnostic skill. Or write a rebuttal article for a science journal touting the supremacy of God and the obvious ineptitude and arrogance, comparatively speaking, of science and medicine. Let’s see if that piece ever meets with publication.
Vain creatures, every human loves to be lauded. Physicians and scientists are no different.
The point here is that this poor, tormented man is a human trainwreck. Living among tombs and dead people, he’s dirty, unkempt, and mutilating himself. Emotionally unstable, he’s accosting people and threatening them. Alone, he cries frequently, then laughs maniacally, then cuts himself some more to relieve the inner pain. All of which is psychotic behavior, of course. But then, not really psychotic, because he’s actually demon possessed, his ailment spiritual. In any case, given the supplied visual, I’d posit this:
Does this tomb-dweller not resemble your average American liberal?
Consider today’s liberals: blue haired, tattoos and piercings so numerous and gaudy that liberals look alien [tattoo needles and piercings: the modernized “cutting himself with stones” in relief of inner pain]. Liberals are constantly either depressed and sad or enraged and riotous, and viciously accosting people in mobs. Because their political candidate lost an election, they are on their knees in public squares wailing in emotional agony. Most heinously, they are calling young girls at summer camp “lil’ cunts,” and proclaiming they deserved to drown in a tragic Texas flood.
Looks and sounds just like a demon possessed tomb dweller to me. How ‘bout you?
Normal people amble by and, like Legion from his ancient tomb, liberals race to accost them: “Fascist!” “Racist!” “Evangelical!” Like young Regan MacNeil in the Exorcist, they do just about everything but green projectile vomit onto people [at least not yet], which would be the icing on the demon-possessed diagnosis cake. But do we really need that final, vomitous piece of disgusting evidence to draw the demonic conclusion?
What? Suspects aren’t truly “evil” until they green projectile vomit on people?
The original Legion was filled with demons, “… for we are many.” Don’t liberals appear plagued by the same problem? They make spectacles and mockeries of themselves. They abuse themselves, humiliate themselves—all with zero self-awareness or shame, incidentally. Vacillating abruptly between immense cheerfulness and blind rage, they are clearly unstable and miserable. They demonstrate no self-discipline or –control, no ability to reason, and no civility.
So then, what’s the difference between them and Legion?
Of course, most liberals aren’t lodging in cemeteries these days, and most don’t appear dirty, disheveled, lunatic Legions of old, either. Most would never abide such a beggarly appearance or existence, either one. It’s difficult to pull-off superior-to-you status when you look like a whacked-out tomb dweller with self-inflicted laceration scars all over your body. Despite the fine exterior, however, modern liberals still have the same evil and subsequent misery inside of them. They just conceal it, so no one knows. So how do we know they are filled with the same evil?
Behavior. It never lies.
Where do you think Legion would be today? Watching Fox News and shaking his head mournfully at the latest liberal mayhem? Or in the resistance trenches with modern liberals?
Yeah. Me, too.
It’s not really Donald Trump that liberals loathe. It’s the good that he is doing, the righteousness he is restoring. If Ron DeSantis or J.D. Vance or some other Trump-styled candidate wins the presidency in 2028 and comprehensively continues Trump’s policies. Then liberals will suddenly say, “Okay, now that Trump’s gone, we’re on board with morality, the rule of law, and all that MAGA American greatness?
With Trump gone, suddenly liberals will recognize but two genders?
Suddenly women’s restrooms and locker rooms will be female only?
Suddenly men competing in women’s athletics will become ludicrous?
Suddenly abortion will become murder?
Suddenly trans and gay pride books peddled to children will be creepy and wrong?
Suddenly the deportation of illegal criminals will be lawful, vital, and cool?
Suddenly, every evil doctrinal belief that liberals hold dear will become corrupt, wicked, and negotiable?
We’re supposed to believe Trump is the only thing standing in the way of all this transformational righteousness of the liberal collective?
Trump isn’t standing in the way of the righteousness. It’s the righteousness itself.
Vice President J.D. Vance:
“[Liberals] don’t need a unifying ideology of what they are for, because they know very well what they are against. What unites [them] isn’t the ideas of Thomas Jefferson, or even Karl Marx. It’s hatred. They hate the people in this room. They hate the President of the United States. And most of all, they hate the people who voted for him.”
All true, except, what liberals truly hate the most is God, the righteousness he represents, and the goodness he commands. And why do liberals hate these things?
Simply, liberals are modern Legions, and their inner demons command it.
Everyone else should take comfort in this fact: the very presence of evil is evidence of the Almighty God on whom they depend for victory.
[sign of the cross].
©JMW 7/2025
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John Mark Warren 