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I have no enemies. Or rather I have no enemies that I know about. Which is just as bad.
I mean I have the stock standard villains that come with your default life settings. But these are boring and trivial; people that cut me off in traffic or meander slowly through shopping malls with no agenda or sense of urgency. Even the vague political enemies that exist in the broad sphere I occupy don’t count. My life is lacking a quality nemesis on a personal level…
I blame Matthew. Author of the synoptic Gospel to be precise, although I can think of several other Matthews who have displeased me during my lifetime. Saint Matthew, specifically, while transcribing Mark by candle light added a couple of his own flourishes, eg ‘But I tell you, love your enemies’ in chapter five, verse forty four.