OMG. OMFG. It can’t be. It’s just too perfect – everything from the angle of the switch to the disturbing location of the little girl’s hand. But it is. As a matter of fact, Caucasian Light Switch Jesus™ is a genuine artifact from the golden age of Christian America*. Every conceivable joke about Catholic priests and altar boys does come to mind, but I’ll just let the clever folks over at Pharyngula take care of that instead.
(*Clearly on par with the classic religious album covers covered here earlier)
In the news, Mike Huckabee has finally dropped all pretenses of being anything but a raving, theocratic nutjob. One might wonder to what lenghts he wants to go when it comes to “amend the constitution so it is in God’s standards”. Introduce the death penalty for witchcraft and homosexuality? Prohibit the consumption of shellfish, pork and other ungodly dishes? Don’t ask, don’t tell.
För övrigt så har Nina Hemmingson klivit fram som ett svartsynt geni i dignitet med Jocke Pirininen eller Ulf Lundkvist. Jag är din flickvän nu är en grotesk skrattspegel för idealen, som obarmhärtigt och systematiskt lyfter fram allt det som ena halvan av befolkningen inte får vara men ändå är. Hemmingsons kvinnogestalter är fula, skiter och har panikångest, precis som vanligt folk. Det här är vad Goya hade hållit på med om han hade växt upp med Sköna Söndag och knipövningar.
I’m really way too busy to write anything at the moment. As usual, here’s a mountain beaver to keep up appearances.
Making unofficial videos for a band which has made some of the greatest music videos ever themselves may seem a tad overkill, but a quick scouring of the ‘tube shows that the visual talent of the Oxford lot obviously has spilled over onto their fanbase.
Dan Provost molds images from his Düsseldorf tenure into a perfectly synced, sterile backdrop to the already robotic and industrial Packt Like Sardines in A Crushd Tin Can, and Deadlyminx (who also gets credits for his Romeo & Juliet take on Talk Show Host) clearly shows that You And Whose Army should have made it into the Kingdom Of Heaven soundtrack. The real killer, however, may very well be JL Williams’ juxtaposition of How To Disappear Completely and the Tom Tykwer feature Perfume: The Story Of A Murderer. The ethereal, fleeting quality of the song fits rather flawlessly to a film more concerned with olfactory sensations than visuals.
In a world gone not only mad but batshit insane, satire is at times the only way to retain said sanity. The Beast’s list of this year’s 50 Most Loathsome People in America is some funny, and very well-deserved, shit.
There are any number of perspectives one can put on today’s assassination of the Pakistani opposition leader in Rawalpindi: a mindless act of cowardice by bearded death cultists, an event possibly orchestrated by the Musharraf administration, or the death blow to the already fragile process for democracy in Pakistan, to name a few. In either way, it’s a tragic occurence which is likely to shape the development in the region for quite some time ahead. Bhutto may be gone, but her legacy isn’t – the fight for democracy and progressive values in the Muslim world. This is not the time to quit that fight.