Do you know what I’ve discovered? Pay-back is a bitch—especially when it is from your husband! Say for instance, if on a three-day, rainy weekend, you get a little carried away and coerce your man into “cuddling and relaxing” with you while watching a celluloid marathon of “Steel Magnolias,” “Beaches,” and “The Notebook,” you may end up having an issue. On top of the estrogen-soaked weekend, if you end up drinking three times the amount of merlot that you should, and hysterically sobbing into your Hubbie’s arms, you better know that eventually, any man, but especially “White and Wonderful (WW),” is going to extract a heavy toll for being inundated with that many chicks’ flicks and its aftermath. You won’t know when or how or where you’ll be required to pay up—you’ll just know that it will cost you dearly, and your man of 34 years will demand that for every one “chicks’-flick tearjerker” he had to suffer through, two “getting-kicked-in-the-man-marbles” movies will be required as pay-back.
“The Notebook” (old and young Allie and Noah)||source: jackiefelger.blogspot.com||Google Image
“When Allie questions Noah about when she won’t be able to remember anything anymore, he reassures her that he will never leave her. She then asks him if he thinks their love for each other is strong enough to ‘take them away together.’ He states that he thinks their love could do anything. After telling each other that they love one another, they both go to sleep in Allie’s bed. The next morning, a nurse finds them in bed together, having both died in each other’s arms.”— (The Notebook) Wikipedia
As I collapsed into WW’s arms (as I do every time I see The Notebook), sobbing about the sacrificial love of Allie and Noah being “just like our love, Honey”—as rivers of snot dripped unapologetically down my husband’s arm while he comforted me—I heard him mutter a resolution under his breath that sent chills down my spine. “Okay, I’ve had it up to here with vagina dialogues. I know I’m a Renaissance man, but there’s only so much even I can take. We’re going to the movies next weekend, and I get to choose what we see. We’ll start with the Avengers in the IMAX Theater in 3-D with 12,000 watts of sound! When we’re finished, we’ll grab some quick sustenance from Five Guys (two bacon cheeseburgers with everything and a large bag of greasy fries) and then back to the movie theater to see Battleship! Yes siree, you betcha—a day of testosterone without an estrogen tear in sight. And while I’m on a roll, I may pop in the latest Mission Impossible DVD when we get back home to cap off the day in an action-packed surround-sound coma. Julia, Bette, and Nicholas, I am alpha male—hear me roar!”
I can’t say I remembered much of The Avengers except for the excellent “eye candy” of all those amazing male bodies, because the sensory overload made me so incredibly dizzy, I got sick to my stomach. I am one of the few people in the world who just doesn’t get the joke about 3-D. At one point, I had to doze off just to survive it all, and that is when art began to imitate life and The Avengers movie morphed into a courtroom scene with the Devil as the plaintiff and me as the judge.
The Avengers Movie Poster||produced by Marvel Studios and distributed by Walt Disney Pictures||Wikipedia Image
BAILIFF: All rise. Hear ye, hear ye, the Celestial Court for the District of Mankind is in session—the Honorable Judge EeTe presiding. All having business before this honorable court draw near, give attention, and you shall be heard. You may be seated.
JUDGE EeTe: Well, hello, “Lucy”—long time, no see. What part of the Earth have you been roaming about, and what people group have you been trying to devour as of late?
LUCY: My name is Lucifer to you, Judge. I don’t utilize nicknames—you know that. It’s not becoming to my stature. How would you like it if I called you, “Ellie,” Judge EeTe?
JUDGE EeTe: You can call me anything you want, sorry-ass devil; it will only diminish me if I answer to it. And I sho-nuff don’t answer to you. You and I settled that argument long ago when I rendered the “N” word powerless over me, and my addictions null and void. So, what brings you to my neck of the woods, Beelzebub (a.k.a. Luuu-ccy)?
LUCY: Again: MY NAME IS LU-CI-FER! Don’t make me lose my cool or you’ll regret it. Now for the matter at hand: I’ve come to file a law suit against The Avengers for tarnishing my brand and for theft of intellectual property.
JUDGE EeTe: Really, now! Well, first of all, you have no authority here, so you better not lose anything—let alone your temper. I am in charge in this courtroom. Second of all, who do you think you are–the Incredible Hulk? Ha!
Source: Mark Ruffalo as Bruce Banner & The Hulk in The Avengers|Marvel Comics||screenrant.com
LUCY: Listen—don’t fuck with my name or my game, because if you go “there,” then I’ll go all “N” word kamikaze on you here. Are you feelin’ me, Shortee?
JUDGE EeTe: Oh, my God, you’re a hoot! Once again, Lucy, your threats are not an issue since my real name is “Awesome Woman, Child of God”—that is the only name I recognize and the only name I respond to with any sort of passion or identity. The rest is like water on a duck’s back to me. But since we’re on the subject of identity, why do you look like Newt Gingrich? That’s an odd persona to assume, especially if you’re trying to appeal to my good graces—not! I know that the writer, Nelson DeMille, once said that “somehow our devils are never quite what we expect when we meet them face to face,” but Luce, this is a bit much. If you want to get to me, “Wormwood,” why didn’t you appear as Nick Fury from The Avengers, ‘cause this Big Mama sure could tap that on any given day. You hear what I’m sayin’, Beelzie?
“Nick Fury” (Samuel L. Jackson)|The Avengers||photo from goodgirlsgonegeek.com
Devil “posing” as Newt Gingrich||Source: littlegreenfootballs.com
LUCY: Ugh! Because I had to appear in some sort of human casing, so I chose the human skin of a heart that most resembles mine. That old bastard had me possessing his sorry ass with the first five words of one of his quotes awhile back: “I have enormous personal ambition. I want to shift the entire planet. And I’m doing it. I am now a famous person. I represent real power.” As soon as Newt said those quotes among all the other idiotic words dripping with buckets of hubris from my realm, I said to Siri: “Siri, make a note: ‘Newt is my kind of guy! Next time I appear in the US, remind me to assume Newt’s persona.’” So, here I am, Biotch, I’m Newt and I’m proud! Are you going to hear my case or not?
JUDGE EeTe: Knock yourself out, “wanna-be Newt,” but you might want to keep it short. I’m expecting Jesus to show up any minute, because where I am he’s not far behind, and you really can’t hold your own against that force.
LUCY: Oh, good grief! Fine! I’ve come to get my due. According to your own Gallup poll, up to 70% of Americans who “believe in God” think I exist, but only 22% of those who said religion is “not very” important said they believe in me. And yet, you humans have been butchering my rep (believers and non-believers alike) since time immemorial. You either ignore my existence (the Jews don’t have any overt concept of a “devil”—how is that possible given the “evil” that came against them in the middle of the last century?), or the Muslims and the Christians label each other as me just to win the argument or war du jour. How demeaning is that? And your storytellers either make me a punch line as in the movie, Bedazzled, or I get an offstage role as “The Other” in The Avengers.
I get third billing, for Christ’s sake. I’m not Satan, not The Devil, not Beelzebub, not Lucifer, not the “snake in the garden,” and not even Goethe’s Mephistopheles which I can somewhat tolerate—but I’m “The Other” in the movie. And to add insult to injury, that damn “Other,”—what little glimpse I got of him in the last frame of the film—is ugly as sin and loses the war to subjugate all of Earth.
I’m telling you “Ellie” (you see, two can play this game), the only Faustian movie that ever did me justice was The Devil’s Advocate. Now that was a role to sink one’s teeth into. Didn’t Al Pacino do some representin’? Al was a spitting image of me, if I do say so myself. That said I want to bring a lawsuit against The Avengers to recoup monies owed for compromising my brand. There, is that succinct enough for you?
Asgardian Loki (servant of “The Other”) who wants to take over Earth but meets his demise at the hands of The Avengers||Pinterest|9gag.com
JUDGE EeTe: “Sneaky-snake,” you could use an anger management program, you know that? And you do know The Avengers aren’t real, right? It’s just macho Marvel Comic crap with a bunch of guys punching each other out and a couple buxom women thrown into the mix as “eye candy” in skin tight flight/fight suits.
LUCY: I don’t give a flying fuck! I demand that they pay me a cut of the $441.8 million that Disney says they are going to make on this film with a public disclaimer that “The Other” is not me, the Devil. It’s actually Marvel Comic’s super-villain Thanos, and he’s such a freakin’ loser! Did you see that creepy smile he gave the audience at the very end (if you blinked, you missed it) intimating that he’d return to fight another day. That’s my fucking M.O. I’m telling you now; The Avengers either better pay up or have hell to pay from me!
East 9th Street in Judge EeTe’s home town (Cleveland, Ohio) used as double for New York’s 42nd street for scenes of final battle between The Avengers, the Asgardian Loki, and the Chitauri army ||Wikipedia image
I woke up when Loki (the bad guy) came crashing to the ground, and I had the oddest feeling that the underlying premise of The Avengers might make an intriguing blog topic, but I couldn’t quite place my finger on the pulse of why it would, due to a massive headache from the blaring speakers. As WW and I left the theater, we ventured into our usual “Siskel and Ebert” banter:
WW: So, did you like the movie? How many thumbs up would you give it?
Me: Heh? I’ve lost my hearing from the wall of sound. What did you say?
WW: Did you like the 3-D features?
ME: What? Do I want any feeding? No, I’m a little nauseous from that 3-D dive Iron Man took from the top of Stark Towers. I sure loved the men in tights, though. Hubba-hubba! I wouldn’t kick any of that “eye candy” out of my bed—that’s for sure. I’ve always said that if the Devil could ever tempt me into committing adultery, WW, it would have to be no one less than an action figure, super hero. Ha! You better be glad they’re fictional characters, Babe, or you’d have a situation to defuse. So, do you want to go to Five Guys before seeing Battleship?
WW: No . . . on second thought, let’s skip lunch and go home and work out (suddenly, I’m feeling rather out of shape). You also need to figure out what type of blog you can write about this movie that is a bit more “mature” and substantial than the chiseled bods of Captain America, Thor, and Nick Fury. There was more to this movie than the “punching” for me and the “eye candy” for my scandalous wife.
Captain America and Tony Stark [Iron Man]||Photo: Zade Rosenthal/Disney – AP
“There’s a thunder god, there’s a green “id” giant rage monster, there’s Captain America from the 40s, there’s Tony Stark who definitely doesn’t get along with anybody. Ultimately these people don’t belong together and the whole movie is about finding yourself from community. And finding that you not only belong together but you need each other, very much. Obviously this will be expressed through punching but it will be the heart of the film.”—Joss Whedon, director of The Avengers, about the film. Wikipedia
I am discovering that whether one believes there is an “actual” devil or not, we all can agree that mankind has the heart-stopping ability to bring about Hell on Earth through the choices we make via our free will, and they can be so cataclysmic and devastating that—devil or no devil—those choices plunge us into a searing (sometimes inescapable) Hell. As corny as it may sound, sacrificial love does seem to be the answer and a coming together in community—family—does seem to be one of the weapons in the arsenal to defeat evil of all kinds. It’s a little hard to harm your neighbor (as in all people) if you love them like yourself.
Which comes first—do you know? Is it the forceful nature of our free will that chooses hatred over love, greed over sharing, murdering over nurturing, self-righteousness over humility, bullying over grace, and resentment over forgiveness that collectively energizes evil and thus culminates in a satanic presence like storm clouds gathering into a catastrophic tornado? Or is it an evil entity that churns in our midst or just beyond the veil, manipulating our every need or want, and turning our demands into an addiction that motivates humans to choose against our better selves and our communal best, causing a tsunami of suffering on the entire Earth from Botswana to Siberia? Does the devil make us do it or does what we do make the devil?
“If the devil does not exist, and man has therefore created him, he has created him in his own image and likeness.” ― Fyodor Dostoyevsky
“It is wonderful how much time good people spend fighting the devil. If they would only expend the same amount of energy loving their fellow men, the devil would die in his own tracks of ennui.” ― Helen Keller
“No matter how an individual views Satan, whether they believe that he is a real character or that he is just the product of literary scholars and imaginations, no one can deny that each one of us has an aspect of the devil within us. By studying the character and nature of Satan, we learn about ourselves; and the more we know about ourselves, the better we can fight our own personal demons—metaphorical or otherwise—in order to create a better tomorrow.” ― Nwaocha Ogechukwu
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