I love the comparison to St. Boniface. The incident now represented similarly to the lore of a saint. I wonder if you see any other comparisons out there. It feels like the time of saints, doesn't it? You don't know they're there until you look back. I understand you're not saying that Johnny Rotten was a saint. (No, not the lead singer …
I love the comparison to St. Boniface. The incident now represented similarly to the lore of a saint. I wonder if you see any other comparisons out there. It feels like the time of saints, doesn't it? You don't know they're there until you look back. I understand you're not saying that Johnny Rotten was a saint. (No, not the lead singer of the Sex Pistols, it's actually an old English expression... 'that boy's a Johnny Rotten!') I wonder why he says he cut it down, I'd be interested with a smile. "Why'd you do it son?" "Bloody ingrates thought the tree was more important than a man's blood they did." Or something or other. We truly are living in medieval times again, the new dark ages. Where books disappear and become scarce, where hostility and fear reign. Where feudal lords demand more from their slaves each day and force them to whip themselves repeatedly because it's their fault for global warming.... But along comes a crazy saint. Does something weird and shocking. Causes a commotion. The last straw. Dystopian Saints are upon us, so look out for them, they still need your help!
I love the comparison to St. Boniface. The incident now represented similarly to the lore of a saint. I wonder if you see any other comparisons out there. It feels like the time of saints, doesn't it? You don't know they're there until you look back. I understand you're not saying that Johnny Rotten was a saint. (No, not the lead singer of the Sex Pistols, it's actually an old English expression... 'that boy's a Johnny Rotten!') I wonder why he says he cut it down, I'd be interested with a smile. "Why'd you do it son?" "Bloody ingrates thought the tree was more important than a man's blood they did." Or something or other. We truly are living in medieval times again, the new dark ages. Where books disappear and become scarce, where hostility and fear reign. Where feudal lords demand more from their slaves each day and force them to whip themselves repeatedly because it's their fault for global warming.... But along comes a crazy saint. Does something weird and shocking. Causes a commotion. The last straw. Dystopian Saints are upon us, so look out for them, they still need your help!