A Conditional

If there is no God, everything is permissible.
–Ivan Karamazov

Go on, then. Do what you want. It doesn’t even matter if you harm everyone. It’s all about you, darling.

Dress how you want. Get all the tattoos you want, all the piercings, all the mutilations. Who cares if it scares people? You’re entitled to your own choices.

Sex? Drugs? Booze? Go for it, baby! Who wants to live forever? If it feels good, do it, and hang the consequences.

If there is no God, everything is permissible.

Lie to your parents. Cheat on your homework. You’re not hurting anyone.

Lie to your customers. Cheat on your taxes. They were stupid enough to trust you; you don’t owe anyone anything.

Lie to your children. Cheat on your spouse. It’s what you want that matters, right?

Lie about your enemy and sit back with popcorn to watch while the mob gleefully tears him apart. He had it coming.

Lie to the public just to see what they’ll do. When you get caught, say it was a joke or a social experiment. If people get mad, they’re just haters.

If there is no God, everything is permissible.

Let your freak flag fly. If others look away, take offense at their hate. If they look at you, take offense because they’ve objectified you. If people won’t support you, sue them until they do. If they cave, sue them anyway for having dared to think about opposing you. If they refuse to take a side, if they claim it’s none of their business, force them to choose–and curse them for their choice no matter what it is.

Take what you want, by fair means or foul. If someone objects, it’s his fault for denying you your rights.

If there is no God, everything is permissible.

Kill an animal just because.

Kill an old man because he’s inconvenient, because his skin’s the wrong color, because you just felt like it. Take pot shots at passers-by because man is the most dangerous game.

Leave the sick and the wounded to die, or help them out of their misery whether they want you to or not. In fact, encourage the gullible to leave themselves unprotected and do nothing when scofflaws and kinslayers unleash violence and pestilence among them. The gene pool needs chlorine anyway.

Encourage hate, incite riots, yawn when people kill each other unless the killer has the wrong heritage.

Slaughter children for profit and sell them for parts. Who cares? It’s only tissue.

If there is no God…


… but God is.