Fac ut Vivas

One of the more disturbing directions the post-modernist movement has taken, have led many to beget an awful tendency to take wanton liberties on things that are especially well-established to be standing on sure moral foundations. In an analogy: it’s like portraying Mickey Mouse as a nutbag or a fruitcake — Interesting, no doubt for purely scholarly reasons, but … defies the original purpose and intent (including its subsequent and carefully-contrived iterations).

For instance, in the movie, John Constantine (played by the man many consider as the apogee of sub par acting: Keanu Reeves), the angel Gabriel (whom he has confronted over the issue of what it was going to take, for God to redeem him) told him that there was no other way. Gabriel’s assessment: He’s F*****. Yes. That’s the F-word. Taboo for some . A bit extreme for an angel to say, I admit. We may recall Gabriel to be the angel who has made the revelation to Mary (at least according to a bible). What chance does he have? A spiritual being  attuned to the intricacies of heaven and destiny (or God’s plan for man) — tells you straight that it’s end of the line for you. Of course it’s probably better than if God himself stick one up to you.

It’s a new age. All bets are off. The gloves are off. All gauntlets are thrown.

… and all of a sudden Ronald Macdonald seems to project an aura of murderous psychosis.

Excuse me.