Monday, October 31, 2016

COMEY MEETS THE DEVIL IN HIMSELF - A Halloween Horror Story




 On Friday, October 28, Comey faced the famous priest in “The Exorcist” who holds the cross and thunders “The power of Christ compels you!” When the devil was chased out of Comey’s body, he discovered he wasn’t one tenth the man he thought he was. But the power of Christ compelled Comey to do the right thing. The mere man who had been chosen by his fellow men to represent Justice in the greatest Western nation on earth, a nation whose ideals are not merely following the letter of the law, but JUSTICE as a sacred gift of God to mankind, that man became an instrument of God. What he did was nothingburger, but it was everything he could do. When the going got tough, he'd folded like a cheap suit. Comey is nobody’s idea of hero, but he’ll do.
He’d given the filthiest, most deceitful, most corrupt candidate since Caligula a clean bill of health. His vain hope must have been that the electorate would save him, because he very certainly knew what he was facing if he came out against her and she won. He’d lose everything and might even be Vince Fostered.
Comey tried to fudge it, tried to say she did wrong, but didn’t break the law. He parsed, he squirmed, he tried to have it both ways. His conscience reassured him it was above his pay grade to save the nation from the devil who possessed them. It took him from July till the eleventh hour before the election to face the boogey woman and do the right thing. The power of Christ compelled him. Praise God!

Thursday, October 20, 2016

THE RIOTOUS GROUNDLINGS


Last night when the debate was beginning, Wallace cautioned the audience not to react. Now, having trod the boards a few times myself, I wondered why do they debate in front of an audience, if they don't want the audience to react? What is a debate or a theater without an audience reaction? It's pointless, that's what it is. And boring.

Now, of course, Wallace said that because there are always a few in the audience who will try to shout the debaters or players down. These are the 'riotous groundlings', as they were called in Shakespeare's day. The fellows in the cheap seats. Well, I say bring on the riotous groundlings and let 'em have at it. Didn't do Shakespeare any harm. And we like to know what an audience feels. It's all part of the experience. An audience teaches you when to laugh and to cry. Grow up television, join the world of the living.

When you tune out your audience, you lose touch with reality, otherwise known as the truth.

TV has relegated the audience to an afterthought. They sweeten the sound track with fake laughter and applause. No audience necessary. Say whatever makes your friends feel good and stay in power, but do it SECRETLY and LIE. You can get away with it because you've turned off the booing from the riotous groundlings that would tell you they know you're full of **it. 

And then it's over as the Tweet below says, it'll be years before the media shows a pulse again.