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Boxing Outside the Think: A Dream Sequence
(Authors note: The standard accusation thrown at me by our resident Christofascist is that I'm an entertainer and not a serious person. I refer the word 'artist', as I don't get paid for this shit, but that's another story. He once rebuked me w/ a snide "No business like show business, eh Tim?" To which I reply: THERE'S NO BUSINESS BUT SHOW BUSINESS! An idea, a belief, a feeling, a creed, a code of morality, whatever, once you start the attempt to share it w/other people, you start selling it! There is no purity inside or outside of self, because we are all products of our history. We are all products of our education. We are all products of our upbringing. We are all products of our individual, personal inclinations which are, of course, formed and informed by all of the above. Bottom line: We are all products.)
"It's a hot night here at the Heavenly Polo Grounds. I'm yr ring announcer Lester Bangs, and we're here for the Fight of the Afterlife. The fighters are just now entering the ring."
(Mic slowly falls from clouds)
LBangs: " In this corner, ladies and gentlemen, the challenger. Standing 6 feet 3 and 3/4 inches, weighing in at 148 lbs. soaking wet w/change in his pockets. The Nihilist From the East: Mahwah Tim Byrnes"
(Loud booing from crowd, scatterred cheering from the section that smells suspiciously like sulphur)
LBangs: "And in this corner, the reigning champion of all He surveys, standing higher than the clouds in all His eternal majesty, weighing in on everything that ever matterred and, praise him, always backing the right horse. He's mean, he's clean, the Galillean Grappler, The Nazarene Knockout King, Ladies and Gentlemen, yr Saviour and mine Jeeeeeeeeeeesus. H. Chriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiist!!!!!!!!"
(Tumultous, nay, rapturous applause, halos getting flung in the air, glorious trumpet music comin' outta nowhere, and I swear I saw a couple of bitches flying, man!)
LBangs: "Our Lord and Saviour is in his corner praying w/cornerman Jim Muglia. Let's see if I can get them on mic. (Loud electrical zapping sound. Bangs appears back onscreen, face now blackened) Well, that didn't work, maybe we can listen in on Byrnes and his cornerman, the Rev. Jeremiah Wright."
JWright: "Now I wants you to git in dere and justa kick dat honky's ass! Kick him in da Holy Balls!!! Ain't representing shit for us. Now kick his thorny headed, water walkin', tragedy ingnorin', broke his promise to the promised people's, loaves and fishes multiplyin' ASS!"
Byrnes: Uh, ......OK
(ding!)
LBangs: "Round one! Byrnes comes out, looking even whiter than usual, he's got his arms outstreched, and he's walking up to Jesus w/and I can't believe this, folks, w/his chin up! Jesus floats like a butterfly, one of the many wonders of His creation, up to Byrnes, and it's a right! A hard right! Another right, another right, another and another and another right. Byrnes is reeling and bleeding from his potty mouth. Another hard right from He who came to save the world! Byrnes is waving his arms spasmodically, looking like Joe Cocker in a fish bowl. Byrnes staggers up to Jesus, spits out his false teeth and, oh my goodness, he's kicked Jesus in the Holy Balls. I can't really see too well now, what w/all the flames and lightning suddenly filling this arena, ladies and gentlemen, but it appears that Jesus is pissed! "
(15 minutes later)
LBangs: (Sounding bored) "And another right. And another. And another. Byrnes is little more than a long, skinny pulp of blood w/big ears, now, folks. Jesus stands back and raises his arms. The crowd roars!!! The arena is filled w/the triumphant light of good over evil once again. Pepperland is saved. The mouth of Byrnes has been silenced. Praise Jesus! Praise Jesus! Praise Jesus! Huzzah! Huzzah!!!! Oh, what's this? Byrnes is moving, he's trying to raise himself off the canvas! Great googly moogly, folks, I can't believe it! He's on his knees now, facing Jesus! He's taking his gloves off! Could this be the long awaited surrender and supplication of the heathen Byrnes, for which so many of the faithful have prayed so long??!!! Oh, no, he's raising his hands to the Lord, I think he's making a one fingered gest............. "
(Suddenly the screen shot slips upscreen like unraveled film and from offstage left comes that Oscar winning rabbit, Bugs Bunny, carrying a large pair of scissors and wearing a wily grin)
BBunny: "Sorry, folks, but due to circumstances beyond our control, and understanding, we are unable to show you the rest of this cartoon. But let me tell ya what happened................................"
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