THE INFORMATION #769 JANUARY 31, 2014

THE INFORMATION
#769 JANUARY 31, 2014
Copyright 2014 FRANCIS DIMENNO
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I love Mickey Mouse more than any woman I have ever known. –Walt Disney

WHEN THIS WORLD CATCHES FIRE

BOOK THREE: SAVAGE NOXTOWN
CHAPTER EIGHT: PART TWENTY-EIGHT: THE FALL
 
You could practically hear a hurdy-gurdy playing hob with Whitey’s fat swollen guts and the glint in his hard eyes vanish and then return with renewed light, as though illuminated by a large torch, as the good reverend continued his peroration condemning the assembled loafers in the bar-room at the Seven Stars.
 
“Be WARNED here and now that the WRATH of God shall descend upon such who fail to abandon such sinful habits as cabaret dancing and stud poker! Eternal blackness awaits–black as melted midnight–black as the hinges of hell–black as a blue gummed, slew footed, sachel-mouthed Senagambian tribal chieftain–for those who do not forswear false idols such as Buster Brown, Wyatt Earp, and Kaiser Bill!
 
“You MUST repent of your evil ways, you must be BORN AGAIN!
 
“If Christ came to Noxtown, He would surely weep to see you worship at the feet of a pig! Drinking growlers of strong beer, and playing pool, and, and, keeping late hours!  I tell you that our Lord and Savior, who redeemed the original sin of all mankind by his sacrifice on the cross–that very same Saviour, meek and mild, would weep to see such folly enacted before his unbelieving eyes! He would conclude that surely you must all be in the thrall of Satan and under his spell–just like the fabled Gadarene swine!”

“Let me tell you a tale from the Bible about another false idol named Bel!”

“And King Astyages was gathered to his fathers, and Cyrus of Persia received his kingdom. And Daniel conversed with the king, and was honored above all his friends.”

The bar-room loafers, in their turn, comprised a sort of Greek chorus and responded according to their temper.

“Cut to the chase!”

“Bring on the dancing goils!”

“Tell it to your fucking mutt!”

“Bring back the dancing pig!”

 

“Now the Babylonians had an idol, called Bel, and there were spent upon him every day twelve great measures of fine flour, and forty sheep, and six vessels of wine. And the king worshipped it and went daily to adore it: but Daniel worshipped his own God. And the king said unto him, Why dost not thou worship Bel?”

“Because he’s a stuffed shirt!”

“Thinks he’s better than the King!”

“Danny Boy ain’t exactly winning any new friends.”

A weedy-looking fellow with straw-blonde hair cut in a bowl fashion piped in and said, “You’d think at least he’d bring a gift basket.”

“WHAT?”

“Huh? What’d I say? What’d I say?”

 “Daniel answered and said, Because I may not worship idols made with hands, but the living God, who hath created the heaven and the earth, and hath sovereignty over all flesh.”

“That Daniel–quick on the trigger when it comes to sassing kings.”

“Nebby-nose.”

“Know it all.”

“Why don’t the King just have him killed?”

“Yeah, old Danny Boy has got a real knack for taking the Mickey.”

“Then said the king unto him, Thinkest thou not that Bel is a living God? seest thou not how much he eateth and drinketh every day? Then Daniel smiled, and said, O king, be not deceived: for this is but clay within, and brass without, and did never eat or drink any thing.”

“Oh for the love of God, get to the point.”

“This story is turning out to come a cropper.”

“Like the one-hoss shay.”

“It’s growing like Topsy.”

“So the king was wroth, and called for his priests, and said unto them, If ye tell me not who this is that devoureth these expences, ye shall die. But if ye can certify me that Bel devoureth them, then Daniel shall die: for he hath spoken blasphemy against Bel. And Daniel said unto the king, Let it be according to thy word.”

“Atta boy, Kingy!”

“Knock the props out from under the duffer.”

“Danny Boy is in for it now.”

“No one ever got fat by messing with Bel.”

“Bell Telephone?”

“Bella…the educated Pig?”

 “Now the priests of Bel….”

“Cut to the chase already, Preacher Man!”

“This is getting old, and fast.”

“Why don’t we throw him out?”

“Yeah, I’d say he’s outworn his welcome, wouldn’t you?” (This from the Duffer.)

“WHAT?”

“Huh? What’d I say? What’d I say?”

The Reverend decided then that discretion was the better part of valor, and truncated his remarks accordingly.

“The Priests had a little secret door where they would enter and eat all the food and drink all the wine so the King would be fooled; but Daniel wasn’t fooled. He spread some ashes in that space so the king could see their footsteps. And what do you suppose the king did when he found out he had been foiled by the Priests of Bel?”

“How the fuck do I know?”

“Get to the point already.”

“I’m sure the King was very, VERY upset,” said the Duffer.

“WHAT?”

“Huh? What’d I say? What’d I say?”

“Therefore the king was angry, and slew them, and delivered Bel into Daniel’s power, who destroyed him and his temple.”

“About fucking time we had some action around here.”

“That King was all right.”

“Go, King!”

“OK, so then what happened?”

“And in that same place there was a great dragon, which they of Babylon worshipped….”

“OK, that’s enough of that.”

“We all know how this one goes. Danny kills the dragon. The end.”

“Whyn’t you g’wan out of here?”

“Rev, we’re tired of your gas.”

“So they came to the king, and said, Deliver us Daniel, or else we will destroy thee and thine house. And he delivered Daniel unto them. Who cast him into the lions’ den: where he was six days.”

“Oh, I heard this one,” said the Duffer.

“Where’d you hear about it?”

“Sunday School.”

“WHAT?”

“Huh? What’d I say? What’d I say?”

“I wonder about you, Mister. Whyn’t you can that gas?”

“And Daniel was spared and so the King drew him out, and cast those that were the cause of his destruction into the den: and they were devoured in a moment before his face.”

“That ‘ar King don’t mess around.”

“Three cheers for Kingy!”

“But what’s this got to do with us?”
 
“There’s the question.”

“Oh! Goody! I’ll bet I know!”

“Shut up!”

“Shut up!”

“SHUT UP!”

“Get lost, eight ball!”

 

The impertinent Duffer at the bar, a weedy-looking fellow who wore a derby, carried an umbrella and a note pad, and dressed in a foppish manner, beat a hasty retreat while the bar-room loafers looked on in impatience to see how Jim Whitey would respond to the accusations and revelations of the Reverend John Otis Cross.

 

1*SALUTATION

PSYCHEDELIC WYLER’S LEMONADE AD
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=aQgYR_gXink

 
2*REFERENCE
 
3*HUMOR
 
4*NOVELTY
Historical Metropolitan Populations of the United States
http://www.peakbagger.com/pbgeog/histmetropop.aspx
 
5*AVATAR OF THE ZEITGEIST
AMERICA’S MOOD MAP
 
6* DAILY UTILITY
ALSO SEE:
 
7*CARTOON

 
ALSO SEE:
RED ROSE TEA COMMERCIAL
 
8*PRESCRIPTION

9*RUMOR PATROL
Comedians have psychotic personality traits, study finds
http://ca.news.yahoo.com/comedians-psychotic-personality-traits-study-finds-001158247–finance.html
 
11* DEVIATIONS FROM THE PREPARED TEXT: A REVIEW OF OTHER MEDIA
THE DISNEY CONTROVERSY

Walter Elias Disney has pandered to depraved tastes and has been an enemy of everything that is noblest and best in the American tradition. No person with intellectual honesty or moral integrity will touch him with a ten-foot pole.

Actually, I’m paraphrasing what historian Charles Beard said about William Randolph Hearst.

Why do people loathe Disney?

Even Disney at its best betrays a foolish provincialism. False idols. Depraved magic. Mutant fables. Sloth folklore. Shoehorned myth.

We expect shoehorned history. History belongs to the elites. We expect distortions. Folklore and myth are somehow more purely products of the people. They should be left alone to develop organically, rather than be mechanized and subjected to advertising hoopla and fooforaw. Besides, two wrongs don’t make a right. Furthermore, Disney can be relied upon to distort nature via its documentaries, as well as history via its live-action and animated films such as “Pocahontas”. What Disney does, in essence, is regurgitate strong stories into mythic pap for tots and dotards.

The mind is programmed to respond to neoteny; e.g., round forms.

Most folks still cogitate in a somewhat tribal fashion. They mistake personal experiences for statistically significant events, and they shun and blackball the outsider.

Mickey Mouse, in his 30s incarnation, was a trickster figure, a shamanic figure which appealed to tribal instincts.

Disney cartoons were once a type of animated blood sport. As were a good many cartoons. Even the insipid modern day cartoons about community values preach conformity. They are blood sport in another guise.

The Mouse was–and is–a mask to call down the gods of chaos.

SEE:
WONDERFUL WORLD
 
ALSO SEE:
HOW TO READ DONALD DUCK.
http://www.melloweb.com/QUACK2012/HTRDD_English.pdf

SEE ALSO:

CONTROVERSIES IN POPULAR CULTURE. 727.

FBI LETTER TO MLK URGING HIM TO COMMIT SUICIDE
http://disinfo.com/2014/01/the-fbis-letter-to-martin-luther-king-jr-urging-him-to-commit-suicide/

ALSO SEE:

THE MLK YOU DON’T SEE ON TV
http://disinfo.com/2013/01/the-martin-luther-king-you-dont-see-on-tv/

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