Some - or even most people, perhaps, are having a hard time believing that the Devil could be real. They may even believe in God, or a god or some sort of divinity, but the Devil? - Naah!
With me, it's the other way around. As far as I'm concerned, the existence of the Devil is so overwhelmingly evident in his workings in the minds of mankind and the resulting actions, I cannot help but believe in God and the biblical account of history, because it's the only explanation of the senselessness all around us that makes sense.
One thing we know about him is that he's a liar, and if we don't come to the realization that some of the things we're being told are downright and blatant lies, nothing makes sense.
We also know that he's the imitator of God. If God wants us to voluntarily learn to acknowledge that we depend on Him (just for trivial little things such as the air we breathe, every bite of food and sip of water, etc.), then the Devil demands that we adhere to his system of dependence on him and his cronies, which is manifested in his delightful theme of, "work, work, work, so you can pay bills, bills, bills." (Who else but the Devil could have ever cooked up such a stinking, boring little game?)
Everything God does, the Devil tries too, except that the way he does it sucks. Which is probably precisely the reason why God will finally have to intervene after only 3 1/2 years of the Devil's ultimate kingdom on earth in order to save His creation from total destruction. The Devil is the absolute champion when it comes to making a mess out of everything.
Accordingly, it is no wonder that the same happens visibly in areas of our daily life, such as the economy or the environment, if you take a look at the bloaks who are in charge of it: They follow in their master's footsteps, in which lie and deceit are the primary order, and the result is the ever-present fruit of Satan's efforts since the beginning of time: hoodlum.
You can tell I'm no big friend of the Devil, nor do I manage to eke out an awful lot of sympathy for him.
As far as I'm concerned, the sooner he gets his long-needed kick in the behind, the better off we're all going to be.
But I'm afraid we're going to have to wait a little longer in order to see the worst of him yet, because only then will the lesson be completed that we're supposed to draw from this act entitled "Ye shall be as gods."
You can never appreciate the Real Thing until you've had a dose of the big fake, along with the billions of little fakelets running around...