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Editorial In Vino Veritas: The Passion of St. Mel Walter A. Davis Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you. Sylvia Plath, “Daddy” New historical situations establish new ethical imperatives. Here’s one: always kick an Anti-Semite when he’s down. Mel Gibson claims that in his drunken fury he “said things that he does not believe.” Poor lost soul, who doesn’t know or feigns not to know what every barfly knows. The most elementary truth of psychoanalysis. Drink lifts our repressions, enabling us to act out our hidden feelings, say what we truly think and believe. But of course Mel’s contrition is not heartfelt and the transparent falseness of his claim to not believe what he said is the tipoff that this is all crocodile tears. A sign of the lengths to which a craven coward will go to save his career by propagating a fundamental lie about himself. Because it’s all there in his most famous film, sports fans, and so, thanks to his drunken diatribe, we can perhaps now see The Passion of the Christ for what it is: the longest piece of snuff porn on record and a monument to the sado-masochistic and psychotic “imagination” that finds in Gibson its apotheosis. (See Chapter 3 of my Death’s Dream Kingdom for an analysis of the film as a revelation of the psychosis that received its confirmation in Abu Ghraib.) But of course the order of charity is supposed to intervene now to save Mel from himself, and in his newfound spirit of contrition Mel has even asked his Jewish brethren to help him fight his alcohol addiction. The temporal logic of A.A., however, proves that this will be a hopeless case. Finding God is what delivers drunks from the misery of their psyches. But Mel is already a saved man, who has always lived within the Truth. (The Truth of his father, a jew hating holocaust denier, and of Opus Dei, with its reactionary gospel preaching hatred of “modernity” and blind obedience to authority and unchanging dogma.) How save one who is already saved? The culprit that led to your undoing, Mel, wasn’t demon rum but Eurcharistic wine. Your drunken sermon was a blunt and truthful expression of the gospel incarnated in your films, with all the cinematic glitter stripped away. In your drunken fulminations you weren’t possessed by a devil making you say things you didn’t believe. Drunk you were present in the full righteousness of your cause, searching in your megalomania for the Jew to blame for what was happening inside you. That’s why it’s there—in yourself—and not through some quick fix via A.A. or the forgiveness of the Jewish Community, that you must begin. And where you’ll discover what the true voice of God within you is. Why rage has always consumed you. Why you seek ever more extreme, sado-masochistic spectacles to feed that rage. And why, above all, you must do what all psychotics (Bush, bin Laden, etc) must do—bound by inner necessity to a single operation that craves ever more extreme expressions. EVACUATION. You see, all that hatred you harbor has two objects—your father and yourself. Such is the condition of all children crushed in their psyches by the Catholicism you were raised in. (Hannity, O’Reilly, Scalia, etc.) Taught to hate oneself and afraid to turn that hatred back on its source (the Father), such sons must perforce project that hatred onto the world. That’s “The Holy Spirit” that grows to terrible event in the genocidal imagination of all fundamentalist religions. Huge feasts of aggression as the only deliverance from the inner voids of psyches saved from a complete psychotic involution only by Hate. Death's Dream Kingdom: The American Psyche since 9-11 By Walter A. Davis
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No, Mel, there is no Hope for one who has drunk as deeply at these springs as you have, one who has come to depend so deeply on hatred and cruelty to sustain his sense of being. You’ve gone too far. There is no way back from megalomaniacal Apocalyptic rage to a simple humanity. For some people, sadly, the only solution is suicide. But have no fear, Mel, you will live on as one of the true prophets of our time. Think of the legions worldwide who are formed and will be formed, thanks to your film, to find pleasure only in sado-masochistic hatred, resentment, and revenge. And so while you sit forever gnawing on your heart and brains the way Ugolino chewed on Archbishop Ruggieri in Dante, hold this cold comfort between your cold legs. You’ve done your work well, Mel. You’re a true apostle of the Zeitgeist. Indeed, the thing is now beyond your wildest imaginings. And isn’t it ironic that the very people you hate have become one of the foremost practitioners of your gospel? So rest now. Take your last bow. Exit the stage. Have no fear, savager spectacles are assured. The Christian religious right looks to The Middle East with glee, unable to take its hands out of its pants. Biographical: Walter A Davis, Editor in Chief at MWC News Contact Dr. Davis
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