To Hell with repentance. . .just gimme another Prozac. . .

The following is an excerpt from a current news item about the convicted thief Bernie Madoff, who is in prison for swindling people out 65 billion dollars of retirement money, etc.:


The inmate, who has witnessed the arch swindler's daily routine, also detailed how Madoff began attending sessions with a female prison psychiatrist last year after becoming depressed about a tell-all published in August by his former mistress, Sheryl Weinstein.

"He was having problems with his wife [Ruth]" over the book's revelations, the inmate said.

"He felt she might leave him."

The book, "Madoff's Other Secret: Love, Money, Bernie, and Me, " details Weinstein's sexcapades with Madoff and how he screwed her out of her life savings.

The shrink prescribed Madoff antidepressants, the inmate said. . .


New York Post June 21, 2010


Yeah. . .the shrink prescribed antidepressants. . .Mr. Madoff surely needs to be anesthetized to feel no pain for the guilt of all his sin. . .Many many people, thought they would have no financial worries in their retirement, hundreds and thousands of little old ladies and little old men awoke to the malignant and terrifying news the Mr. Madoff had stolen all their money. . . losing homes, independence, forced to look to relatives for handouts and charity. . .undoubtedly the stress from this will contribute to early deaths. The death resulting from the commission of a crime is murder. If the shop keeper has a heart attack and dies during your robbery attempt, that is murder. . .in effect Mr. Madoff is not only a liar and a cheat, he is a murderer, probably a multiple murderer. . .He committed adultery, betrayed his wife. . .causing never to be healed wounds in her heart. . .and what he needs is an antidepressant to help him stuff his depression into a dark and hidden crevasse in his mind, so that he can sleep at night, so that he can forget. . .


Our world has no need for religion. . .no need any accountability. . .no need for tears. . .no need for crying out for forgiveness. . .rather than true peace and joy, according to modern psychiatry, all we need is a pill to put us in a mental fog, to help us forget our failures. . .


That is wrong. Mr. Madoff, put down the Prozac. Face your life. . .relive it. . .see every act of shame. . .replay every betrayal over and over and over again. . .let the horror of it work upon you, until you realize the only source of true relief is repentence and in seeking the subsequent forgiveness of God. . . Cry out to Him. . .tell Him of your despair. . . of your pain, your sorrow, your anguish. . . your utter humiliation and shame that wracks your every waking moment. Come to a place before Him. . .face down upon the floor of your cell. . . soaking the concrete with your tears. . .not caring who sees. . .there in the depths of your total breakdown and destruction of pride. . .there at the feet of God find healing and peace. . .


I'm praying for you Mr. Madoff. . .

I'm praying for you. . .


I love you my God. . .

I love you my Lord. . .


Thank you for forgiving me. . .

For giving me another chance. . .

For letting me find peace and love and joy in your arms. . .


Dave Stokely

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