Thursday, October 07, 2004


This is just some damn fine good writing here

From the Rude Pundit. Even if you don't agree with the guy:


The Devil and John Edwards:

It's an old story, you know. That, after death, a soul must sometimes wrestle the Devil in order to get into the gates of heaven. In the mountains of North Carolina, this legend takes on a tangible reality because, see, after someone died, a pottery jug with a face on it, say a devil face, was placed on the grave. If, within a year, the jug broke, it meant that the soul was wrestling with the Devil and needed the prayers of the living to set the soul free. Moving from Appalachian folklore to Jungian archetypes, when one wrestles the devil, one is fighting one's own demons, the worser parts of our selves that we must defeat in order to move on with our lives. It is interesting, however, to note that the figure of the Devil appears in these contexts, and that a human (or a human soul) can never truly be free until one faces down the Devil. And we all know that that motherfucker fights with everything he's got. Which, in a not-so-roundabout way, brings us to last night's debate between the Devil and John Edwards.

O, how the Devil danced last night -- mouth agape, eyes agog, tongue lolling around his mouth. Good God, how the Devil danced, farting and belching, flicking snot in the direction of his opponent. When the Devil spat out, "Whatever the political pressures of the moment requires, that's where you're at," he wanted the acid sting of his saliva to tear holes in the unflappable veneer of Edwards. The Devil's spit is poison, you know, filled with bile and worm droppings and viscous mucous from the burning lava fountains of Hades.


posted by Rude One @ 10:45 AM

Wish I could write like that.
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