“Sometimes, the truth isn’t good enough. Sometimes, people deserve to have their faith rewarded.”
- Jim Gordon
The obvious implication being, the truth will not reward your faith. What you believe is a lie.
A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
Søren Kierkegaard
Walker Percy
Bob Dylan
Good Country People
Labora / Editions
Sutter's Casebook
Betty Duffy
Bitkin
By Way of Beauty
Charlotte was Both
I Have to Sit Down
The Onion
From Empty Hands
The Fine Delight
First Things
Dappled Things
All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
Transcendental Musings
The Ironic Catholic
DarwinCatholic
Inside Catholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Catholic Radio International
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
The Lion & The Cardinal (Daniel Mitsui)
Babes in Babylon
Fort o' Tude
Ellen Finnigan
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Godspy
Godsbody
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The truth is every last one of us will end up on the cross. Not many want to hear the truth.
I don’t think it is that deep Matt. I haven’t seen the film so I don’t know the context. It just sounds really cool. Faith and reward in the same sentence is kind of a superstitious economic interpretation of man’s relationship to God. Assuming we are talking about eternal things and not fidelity to the team. It’s the appease-the-deity interpretation.
I think a more accurate implication of the line is that we deserve a few parties before the executioner drives the nails into our limbs. Big deal, I’ll show you fear in a handful of dust.
I’ll go back to my hovel now.
Holy Negativity, Batman…
Yes Lindsay it is negative. I think it’s time I reveal my true super hero identity.
By day I am cubeland mystic highly paid corporate recluse. But when trouble calls I become Dark Night. Matt is my trusted sidekick, Mr. November. Our job is to remind the spiritually challenged that all roads lead to the grave.
We make a pretty good team. Sometimes Matt gets annoyed with my superhero look, dreds, Oakley blades, titanium staff, and Kevlar loin cloth, but you never know when an evil villain might open fire after you remind him that all flesh is grass.
Now you know. Let’s keep it on the down low.
CM, Lindsay,
Yes, an archvillain … someone such as… Rhetoricus Maximus- who will make mince meat of your syllogisms with a single deft stroke of his pen against your ego.
“Oh, God! Not the Pleonasmic Hyperbaton!” AHHHHH!!!!
Weapons are useless! My face is melting! AHHHHH!
JOB
POW, ZING!
Rhetoricus Maximus my old friend. We meet again.
Your Pleonasmic Hyperbaton is useless against my kevlar loin cloth.
Safely guarded both my syllogisms and ego are from your wickedly villainous stroke.
Quickly November! Breakout the Yoriktron and show our old friend his future!
Nobody gets out of here alive.
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