FOR SALE: My Soul

 

FOR SALE: My Soul
by Dave Wright

I am a Proud Boy.
Devil’s Invitation: Bend your knee, join the insurrection, desecrate the Capitol, and fight with policemen. I will pardon you and proclaim you a hero.
Soul’s Response: SOLD

I am on the board of directors for a large entertainment company.
Devil’s Invitation: Bend your knee, pay me $16 million, cancel a popular late-night television show, and I will allow you to proceed with a lucrative merger.
Soul’s Response: SOLD

I am the president of a prestigious university.
Devil’s Invitation: Bend your knee, eliminate all evidence of Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion, send home students who dare to express their First Amendment right to free speech, and I will restore the money already allocated to you by Congress.
Soul’s Response: SOLD

I am the CEO of a large tech company.
Devil’s Invitation: Bend your knee, pay me fifteen percent of your export revenue on products that can jeopardize our national security, and I will grant you an export license to sell to a country we do not trust.
Soul’s Response: SOLD

I am a Justice of the United States Supreme Court.
Devil’s Invitation: In return for having appointed you to a lifetime position, bend your knee, allow ICE to apprehend legal but undocumented immigrants without due process, separate them from their children, and send them to a foreign country where they will be imprisoned. They will become so frightened that they will be unable to safely go to work or attend mandated immigration hearings. (This will force them into noncompliance and allow you to proclaim the moral high ground.)
Soul’s Response: SOLD

I am a policeman or National Guard member dedicated to serving my community and country.
Devil’s Invitation: When your commanding officer, under the direction of ICE, commands you to apprehend a legal but undocumented immigrant (70% of individuals in ICE detention have no criminal conviction), bend your knee, put on a mask, and participate in the break-up of a family. Then, you may keep your job.
Soul’s Response: ???

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