My bloodied nose has seen better days, although it still remains unbroken. Damn, those lights are bright man. Dimming slightly though. The crowd seems further away than it was before. I need this break, I hope that bell never rings again. I just wanna sleep a bit. He looks tired too. He is looking across the ring at me, and I see what must be as close to a reflection of myself, as another man could get. We don't want to be here, do we? I ask him with only my eyes tired stare. Who are we entertaining anyway? Between my teeth, I grasp the sweat soaked loops of string and pull at them. I toss my right glove to the floor, as I notice my battered opponent begin to follow my lead.
We didn't shake hands that night. We didn't hug in the center of the ring, like in a climatic Hollywood ending. We just left the ring, the noise, and the stunned crowd and walked away.
I have been called many names, militant Atheist (the one I prefer), anti-religious fundamentalist, fanatic, evil, and once or twice I have ran into people who have insisted I am Satan himself! Now, of course if I were Satan, I would have a huge castle surrounded by a moat of fire, and all kinds of dancing half naked evil princesses about. Instead, I am just a broke ass, struggling amateur writer/journalist/artist/musician (none of which pay very well).
But being a "phreethinker", and adhering to the principles of reason and logic whenever possible, and knowing the state humanity is in, I must conclude that there is no time to F around, arguing over the existence or non-existence of invisible men in the sky.(I had to get one last cheap shot out). We have bigger (and real) fish to fry.
So, I apologize to all my religious friends. To the Christians, for mocking the beliefs they hold dear. To the Muslims, who's beliefs I have blamed for violence. To the Jews, who's beliefs I find disturbing at times, and extremely funny at others. I am sorry friends, and I ask for your forgiveness.
I am sorry that I have fallen for the divisive tactics employed by the 'enemies of the people', of whom I have so often pledged to fight against. The tyrants may very well have enjoyed my bashing of religions. But, no more will I let them smile from my actions. They won't use me in their age old Divide et Impera philosophy of mass control.
I will not be divided from the people at a time when unity is our greatest weapon.
So my gloves will sit there, above the mantle....for now. To remember that fight, where it was possible that we could have clobbered each other until eventually succumbing to serious brain trauma or death. That surely would have made the rich crowd, with the best seats happy.