In a recent comments flow for my — Disposable Women: Slasher to Gash Her — article, we wondered about the idea of crime being the last, and perhaps greatest, religion.
When we look at societies and civilizations across the world, there is one, single, unifying, connector to the people.
That binder is wet and it is bloody but it isn’t God.
Crime is our new Godhead and criminality is the universal sinew that chains us to each other.
Crime is in our streets.
Crime is in our homes.
Crime is in our bones.
Why do you think the criminal element is so insidious and replicative in the mind, body, and spirit?
We worship crime on the news. We celebrate crime in music videos. We make movies and television documentaries about the accomplishments of the criminal mind.
Why are we obsessed with the worst of us?
Why do we so religiously pray at the altar of cruelty and despair?