The Religious Right and the Citadel

Trying to make up his pitiably vacant mind whether he'll try to follow his predecessor's steps to the White House, Texas Governer Hair Rick Perry suggests in news clips he is that most dangerous sort of politician.  Either he learned how to use evangelical Crustianity by sucking up to the megachurches and their bizarre, certifiably insane televangelists  (Rick's fave is John Hagee), or they genuinely believe in Jebus.  Either way, they sometimes remind me of Fritz Lang's immortant movie, "Dr. Mabuse, the Gambler" in which an imprisoned criminal genius of the order of Hannibal Lecter issues coded messages.  Only, this time it is the ravings of St. John the Divine (that crafty code-master of Patmos).   When a pol tells you he is praying about something, look out!

I spent an evening with the late William S. Burroughs, who reiterated his published opinion that when you are dealing with a religious nut, "get it in writing."  He also was wont to say of prayer: "Shit in one hand, pray in the other -- see which one fills up faster."  Prayer may be defined as a wish that some unproved person who is omnipotent and all knowing (each of 300 million Americans? "he" must be a big fucking computer!) who actually cares a whit about anything he's so busy making war with neighboring tribes, telling you how to treat your slaves, telling you to avoid trichinosis at all costs, telling you a snake spoke to a woman whose common law spouse was off saddling a Troodon formosus so he could be made famous in the Creationism Museum.

I would argue that this is Rick Perry's territory, only if you look at him in the face, you can only see Satan.  I kid you not.  Take a good look at all those inverted pentagramical lines: that grin suggests The Great Beast, 666, and I think some of those women on Fox are using their tapes to try out for the Scarlet Woman.