I don’t see what’s so odd about it. The people of modern Japan are simply taking on the role of foreign soldiers, killing their fathers and grandfathers in a grisly pantomime of history’s greatest tragedy.
But what I’m really posting for is to rally up a gang to go see Ze Passion of Ze Christ this weekend. If you’re going to see it, go now, while the fanboys are still showing up in droves. You know, the “I-Was-A-Teenage-Jesus-Freaks” with their Lord’s Gym T-Shirts (Bench Press This!) and Creed CDs. I pray every night (not to God, of course) that I’ll get to sit next to a homeschooled Springtonian who starts speaking in tongues and slowly waving one hand back and forth like an aging rock fan at a Journey concert. So who’s down? How about Saturday night or Sunday afternoon. We’ll make it a double feature. Ze Passion followed by Broken Lizard’s Club Dread. Because laughing until it hurts is the ultimate flagellation.
And I know Mel Gibson’s dad is supposed to be crazy and all… but I know another “crazy” guy who had some “pretty weird” ideas…
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