But would you accept the "Mark of Muad'Dib"? (Just for our "concerned" friends at "Conspiracies in Religions")
Well not quite all the archetypes... the drama has not risen to a requisite absurdity level and thereby eliciting the dread simian shadow of mirth to
cast a jocular predilection upon the sophomoric vitriol that your travail has spiraled into.
Faced with the endless chorus of taunts from his evil nemesis Don Guillermo, Majic tries vainly not to take his dusty old flamethrower down from its
place above the mantlepiece and thereby fall into his old ways. Desperately, he covers his ears, struggling not to be dragged back into the
abyss.
Yes pilgrim, leave the shootin' iron where it is, lest yee fall back into the ways of "The Unforgiven"... drinkin' whiskey, cursin', an' a
killin'... instead of the righteous vocation of purveyin' dry goods, and farm implements.
Looking heavenward, he appeals to the gods for intervention or guidance. Will he overcome the temptation, or fall into darkness? We anxiously await
the denouement, unknowing of its outcome.
I'm afraid the only thing that going to fall your way (in terms of divine gifts) is an empty Coke bottle, the gods being apathetic, angry, or of
course... crazy.
The central literary device is that Don Guillermo and Majic are mirrors of one another, more alike than different, each driven by a self-destructive
hunger for divine justice, and thus destined to remain locked in a deadly embrace throughout all eternity. Or are they?
Why do I have the mental image of Don Guillermo standing over Majic (as he clutches to a wind driven thread) saying "Look deep within yourself
Majic... I AM YOUR FATHER"! and then Majic dropping off into the ether screaming "Noooooooo"! Not to mention DG's Avatar, Darth Sidious, aka "The
Junior Senator from a state that was dumb enough to elect me"... sounds like Senator Palpatine to me.
[edit on 26/7/2004 by Mirthful Me]
