Post by Jack of Blades on Mar 24, 2006 17:58:56 GMT -5
The vignette opens up on a panning shot of a Church where all of its pughs are filled making it obvious that this is is somesort of mass. The congregation is singing some pretentious hymn in unison until Jack of Blades stands up with a megaphone and announces...
Jack of Blades: GOD IS DEAD!
The congregation goes silent and turns to state at Jack as if he has just masturbated in front on them all. He loses the microphone. He begins to clamber over the pughs and towards the palpit.
Reverend: Please hold back this is a house of God.
Jack of Blades: Yeah, yeah, but its no house of mouse.
At this point, Jack has reached the alter and throws the vicar over it. He realises that he is still holding on to his dog collar.
Jack of Blades: Nice leash, I may get one for Hank. Anyway, today, my ministry, I have come to discuss and propose notions similar to that of Neitzsche. No, not that thing with the national socialists and that guy with the moustache...who was it now...his name...his name...ooh, Tom Selleck. I'm here to describe and explain the notions of his claim that 'God is dead.' So if you will all sit tight. The doors are locked and, you will be required to remain static throughout the sermon. Thank you. Oh and please no instances of flatulence during my philosophical tirade.
The vignette shows a series of varying inter-spliced clips of Jack's sermon showing that it has taken a considerable amount of time. With each scene comes some sort of inappropriate action such as Jack bending down and miming something going into his rear. We end on a clip of Jack leaning over the altar.
Jack of Blades: And that is why God made Danny Devito short. Any questions? No? Well then let me explain the point of that sermon. There was no point. That's the big reasoning behind me holding a bunch of repressed homosexuals and vapid deputantes hostage. There was none. Much like how Flew and Ayer said that the 'via positiva' and 'via negativa' were meaningless, I am testifying that any such reflection is pointless as well. God does not exist, and if he did he would fucking hate you. There are only two absolutes in this realm: the two sides of a coin. Heads or tails. Ying and Yang. Black and white. Sooner rather than later. Don't lead a 'death of a thousand qualifications', come to the realisation that any mystic force you conceive is just your imagination. And realise that when you step into the workplace, in the home, in fishmaid's house, in the wrestling ring, you are alone except for two principles: Is it going to happen sooner or later. Are both fate and Jack going to smile at you in a hurried sense of immediance or is it going to be far beyond the forseeable future.
So next time, always remember 'WWJD?' 'What Would Jack Do?' The answer: He'd have a blast.
Jack of Blades once again bursts into uncontrollable convulsions of laughter.
Jack of Blades: GOD IS DEAD!
The congregation goes silent and turns to state at Jack as if he has just masturbated in front on them all. He loses the microphone. He begins to clamber over the pughs and towards the palpit.
Reverend: Please hold back this is a house of God.
Jack of Blades: Yeah, yeah, but its no house of mouse.
At this point, Jack has reached the alter and throws the vicar over it. He realises that he is still holding on to his dog collar.
Jack of Blades: Nice leash, I may get one for Hank. Anyway, today, my ministry, I have come to discuss and propose notions similar to that of Neitzsche. No, not that thing with the national socialists and that guy with the moustache...who was it now...his name...his name...ooh, Tom Selleck. I'm here to describe and explain the notions of his claim that 'God is dead.' So if you will all sit tight. The doors are locked and, you will be required to remain static throughout the sermon. Thank you. Oh and please no instances of flatulence during my philosophical tirade.
The vignette shows a series of varying inter-spliced clips of Jack's sermon showing that it has taken a considerable amount of time. With each scene comes some sort of inappropriate action such as Jack bending down and miming something going into his rear. We end on a clip of Jack leaning over the altar.
Jack of Blades: And that is why God made Danny Devito short. Any questions? No? Well then let me explain the point of that sermon. There was no point. That's the big reasoning behind me holding a bunch of repressed homosexuals and vapid deputantes hostage. There was none. Much like how Flew and Ayer said that the 'via positiva' and 'via negativa' were meaningless, I am testifying that any such reflection is pointless as well. God does not exist, and if he did he would fucking hate you. There are only two absolutes in this realm: the two sides of a coin. Heads or tails. Ying and Yang. Black and white. Sooner rather than later. Don't lead a 'death of a thousand qualifications', come to the realisation that any mystic force you conceive is just your imagination. And realise that when you step into the workplace, in the home, in fishmaid's house, in the wrestling ring, you are alone except for two principles: Is it going to happen sooner or later. Are both fate and Jack going to smile at you in a hurried sense of immediance or is it going to be far beyond the forseeable future.
So next time, always remember 'WWJD?' 'What Would Jack Do?' The answer: He'd have a blast.
Jack of Blades once again bursts into uncontrollable convulsions of laughter.
