Monday, July 27, 2015

Dominion and Defiance



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Maybe it is just me, maybe it is the fond memories of television at a more innocent time...

Every single time the new round of TV shows appears, I wonder how in the world THIS idea made it through the sorting process and WHO dreamed this up.

The new program in this line-up is “Dominion” on cable SyFy, and it is a winner, according to advertisements. It has been renewed for another season and has a substantial web site, heavily loaded with darkness.

The plot line is that God has disappeared (Oh, come on!  Really?) for some unknown reason, and the Angels are looking for Him.  Understandably, the Archangels Michael and Gabriel are the most upset, as they are the God's angel sons.

And then there is also "Defiance", on SyFy.

The plot line here is that Earth has been all but destroyed by an alien force.  The action setting is in the ruins of St. Louis, Missouri.  

The famous Arch teeters, as a symbol of society itself.

I really don't know what else to say. 

I find these are just another dystopic, society-in-ruins shows, joining the ranks of so many other post-apocalyptic messes. 

This all amazes me and dismays me.

Is this what entertainment has become?   

Thankfully, our God reigns. He truly does.  He has not disappeared.

Friday, July 24, 2015

WedWord: Adventures of Lord James St. John


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Kansas City Library
David wandered through the library, seeing if any book caught his eye.  So many, so little interest.  He picked up Boy Scout First Aid, letting it open to any page, and then reading aloud. “Apply….an-ti-sep-tic…What...” he tossed it on the table. Enough Boy Scouts for me.

Another book flipped open, and David began reading. 

“…entombed in sand, boxed in by towering columns, Lord James St. John had to quell the feeling of doom.”
  
Well, that’s not bad.

David found a chair and stretched out, his feet resting on the library table.  Enjoy yourself, enjoy air conditioning. 

“St. John stepped forward, immediately caught by a net, work of an ancient civilization….This whole trip had been a big gamble, he had known from the start.

“With just a few cuts in the decaying rope, James St. John tumbled down into a cavern, dark and dank after many centuries.  A cobwebbed torch was visible on the craggy walls, and he struck a match….

"Ahead was a pedestal, on which stood the object of his search…a beam of light streaming from overhead upon it...

Oh, no.  Really?  Really?

Does this look familiar?

But on David read.  “St. John retrieved a counterfeit item from his battered leather bag to replace the treasure.  Snatching the treasure and swiftly setting the fake, St. John chuckled as he beheld the ancient jug.”

Wait for it…wait for it…

“James St. John raised the jug up into the light.  It was truly a hideous but opulent object, with amber and bone chips inset in the priceless gold.  Then the ground rumbled beneath him, with…”


Well, Jimmy boy, happy trails…David tossed the book on the carpet and left.


Every Wednesday, River posts 6 to 12 words to be used by any blogger who wish to enjoy a break from the serious stuff.  Use these words to write fiction, prose, poetry, flash fiction, etc.  Either post it on your own site and link it back to River's delightful gentle stream, or make your addition to her blog site comment section.

The bold words above are this week's words.  Hope you enjoyed how they were used.

Also, many thanks to Delores at Under the Porch Light who started this writing stir up, and to Elephant's Child who took up the slack when Delores' computer went all wonky.
Go on, with it!  Fling yourself out into the unknown!



Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Cromwell...Lord Protector...Beheaded...


Saying the name “Oliver Cromwell” elicits two reactions, depending where it is said.  In England, Cromwell is viewed as the savior of a ragged nation, a poor nation, after the monarchy made some unwise decisions.

His own decisions did not always work out well for him, as he was beheaded in 1540. The English regretted this decision a few decades later, deciding to exhume him and re-bury him in a place with more dignity.   

However, in Ireland (Drogheda and Wexford, in particular), Cromwell is known as the slaughterer of 500,000 Irishmen.  As he marched through the land, he killed the Catholics and some Protestants did not fare all that well (especially the Presbyterians).

During a 1984 visit, we inadvertently walked in Cromwell's path and when we said “Oliver Cromwell”, an Irishman would repeat the name, cough up some phlegm, and spit on the ground.  No more needed to be said.


Here are the two views:

1485-1540
plaque marking burial place of Cromwell's head WKPD
The English revered Oliver Cromwell
for a while, anyway
















But then there were the Irish:

Massacre at Drogheda
Slaughter at Drogheda, Ireland

Now, here is a condensed historical version by Monty Python.



Gotta love
Monty Python
and their
excellent view
of history.



p.s. Have you ever seen "The Holy Grail"?  Worthwhile.