Rent-Free Hell 2016


Yesterday was Easter Sunday and on the C train between Hoyt-Schemmerhorn and Lafayette Street a young man was preaching about the wrath of his lord.

“God loves his flock, but hates a sinner. All you sinners will have a special place of torment in Hell.” He glared about the subway car like Josef Mengele, the SS Angel of Death at Auschwitz-Birkenau. I met his stare with cold blue eyes, but smiled as I asked, “Are those places rent-free?”

Most of the passengers were immune from his rant. Their headphones and earplugs filled their head with song. A few were free of any device and they laughed at my quip. The preacher was not amused and pointed a finger in my direction.

“The end is coming soon.”

“Not soon enough for me, if it means you’ll be taken to your holy heaven and I don’t have to listen to you anymore.”

The train stopped at Lafayette and I stepped onto the platform, half-expecting the preacher man to follow my exit. He stood at the door of the subway shaking the Bible at me.

“You’re lost.” The preacher scowled without joy. There are no jokes in hell for the Christians.

“Not lost, but found in the beauty of humanity and the glory of love.”

“Damnation.”

“And I couldn’t be happier.”

The subway doors closed and the preacher was dragged deeper into Brooklyn.

I exited from the train station to enjoy the cool evening air thinking about the Jesus-lover celebrating Bunny Day with an egg hunt. No humor was one thing, but no fun was another, then again stranger things have happened to the faithful.

Even to those without a sense of humor.

I’ll be laughing my head off in Hell.

Rent-free of course.

Jesus’ Tomb – 2013

“What is Jerusalem worth?” the bastard knight at the end of KINGDOM OF GOD asks Saladin, the leader of the Muslim army. 

“Nothing.” Saladin answered and walked away, then turns and says, “Everything.”

For centuries faith has determined the worth of Jerusalem for the Jews, Christians, and Muslims.

As an atheist I think they all believe what they believe to be true, but several years ago James Cameron, director of THE TERMINATOR series had declared his discovery of Jesus’ tomb in Talpiot, Israeli neighborhood in southeastern Jerusalem, established in 1922 by Zionists and current site of the IDF’s Talpiot scientific war program .

His DNA evidence attested to the veracity of his findings along with the suggestion that Jesus might have sired a son named Judah. 

Holy Jesus conspiracy freaks!

While an intransigent non-believer, I ascribe to the theory laid out in Nikos Kazantzakis’ novel THE LAST TEMPTATION OF CHRIST purporting that Jesus and Magdalene had fled Judea for India. VS Naipul’s TRAVELS AMONGST THE BELIEVERS mentioned a tomb of Jesus in Kashmir. Supposedly the messiah lived to the ripe age of 124. The wounds never healed in his hands and feet. According to Wikipedia Jesus was buried at the Roza Bal shrine in the downtown area of Srinagar in Kashmir. The word roza means tomb, the word bal mean place. Locals believe a sage is buried here, Yuzasaf (alternatively Yuz Asaf or Youza Asouph), alongside another Muslim holy man, Mir Sayyid Naseeruddin.

The shrine was relatively unknown until the founder of the Ahmadiyya movement, Mirza Ghulam Ahmad, claimed in 1899 that it is actually the tomb of Jesus. This view is maintained by Ahmadis today, though it is rejected by the local Sunni caretakers of the shrine, one of whom said “the theory that Jesus is buried anywhere on the face of the earth is blasphemous to Islam.

Lastly according to Wikipedia a Shingō village in Japan contains what is purported to be the last resting place of Jesus, the so-called “Tomb of Jesus” (Kirisuto no haka), and the residence of Jesus’ last descendants. The Sawaguchi family’s claims that Jesus Christ did not die on the cross at Golgotha. Instead his brother, Isukiri took his place on the cross, while Jesus fled across Siberia to Mutsu Province, in northern Japan. Once in Japan, he changed his name to Torai Tora Daitenku, became a rice farmer, married a twenty-year old Japanese woman named Miyuko, and raised three daughters near what is now Shingō. While in Japan, it is asserted that he traveled, learned, and eventually died at the age of 106. His body was exposed on a hilltop for four years. According to the customs of the time, Jesus’ bones were collected, bundled, and buried in the mound purported to be the grave of Jesus Christ.

I have a question for James Cameron.

“What is Jesus’ Tomb worth?”

Everything or nothing or something in between?

Holy Saturday

In 2009 AP and his family left Fort Greene for the Easter Weekend. I spent the time alone in the brownstone, feeding the cats, turtle, and fish. My sense of worth was low and I treat the self-loathing with beer, preferably Narragansett. That lager tasted of New England.

Saturday morning morning I finished re-writing IN HEAVEN ABOVE, my comedy script about a bankrupt nation fending off their debtor by outfitting their decrepit Space Shuttle to hold a lottery with the winning prize a trip to the stars and the chance to be the first man to make love in orbit.

After writing THE END I brewed a cup of tea.

As the teabag seep its essence into the water, I sweetened the cup with a spoonful of sugar and then poured in milk. It had gone bad and I cursed the cruddled container, then threw on my coat to get another quart at the local deli, Ralphs.

I stepped out of the house and closed the door.

As soon as the lock clicked shut, I checked my pockets for the keys.

They were upstairs on a hook.

“Fuck.” I was speaking to my alter ego, Johnny Fuck-Up.

I called AP. He gave me the nanny’s number. There was no answer. I called Joe the Plumber, the neighborhood handyman. He came over and said, “$50.”

“Could you do it for $20?”

“Not a chance.” He had his pride.

“Then I’ll wait.” I was hoping for a counter-offer.

“It’s your party, but if you change your mind, you know my number.” Joe was playing hardball. It was Easter weekend.

I wandered down the street to Mullane’s on Lafayette. The Bruins were playing an early afternoon game againstthe Flyers. I ordered a beer. The telephone rang. It was the nanny. She was down the street.

“I have keys for you.”

“You are the best.”

I met her and got back into the house.

The turtle was happy to see me. They know how to grin and I poured him a little ‘Gansett’

MADE ON HONOR, SOLD ON MERIT SINCE 1890.

Painting by Tristam.

Passion Week Pattaya 2008 – Five Excuses for Sin

Back in 2008 on Good Friday morning in New York Christians prepared to commemorate the crucifixion of Christ at churches throughout the city. Catholics will chant the Rosary during the Stations of the Cross, as incense fumes from holy thuribles. I attended none of these rites and neither shall any atheists in Pattaya, for while I might be on the other side of the world, I have lived long enough in the Last Babylon to know that Friday night was special for wicked residents of that tawdry beach resort and most will be heading down to Walking Street for fun and games.

The crucifixion of Christ was the last thing on their minds, since most of the week had been spent recovering from the previous weekend.

On Saturday and Sunday every time you mentioned you were feeling like ten pounds of shit in a one pound bag, your Thai wife muttered, “Som nam nah.” or “Serves you right.”

Tuesday was wasted in a vain attempt to find your cell phone, with which you vaguely recollect a go-go dancer girl photographing you nude onstage and you judiciously decided that it was better to leave your phone lost.

After you purchase a new cell phone, your drinking partner called to say you didn’t look too fat completely naked.

He had photos.

You whisper into the phone, “Speak to you later.”

Wednesday your wife has stopped staring at you like she wished you lived in a two-story building so she can push you down the stairs.

Thursday evening you treated her to shopping at largest beachfront shopping mall in the world and dined at her favorite restaurant. She ordered the most expensive food on the menu. Things were almost back to normal, but tomorrow is Friday and there was no way you intend on staying in the house.

You could be a real man and say, “I pay for everything. I’m going to do whatever I want when I want wherever I want.”

But you better be prepared to sleep with one eye open for the next few nights.

Personally I opted for the coward’s way out and used one of following five excuses.

“My friend is having trouble with his girlfriend and needed to speak with someone.”

In order for this excuse to work, you had to prep your wife by telling her various tales of friend’s woe. Even better if the two women don’t like each other, since your wife will be pleased at her counterpart’s misfortune.

Of course your wife will understand why your friend was having trouble. He went out every Friday night and got you drunk.

Always blame the person not in the room. Believe me, he will do the same.

Excuse # 2 “It’ll only be for an hour or so.”

Thai women understood that when a farang said an hour he meant an hour, unless it had anything to do with drinking while looking at naked women. Then the farang’s time reference was distorted by the international non-time zone.

This time warp was most apparent on your night out, when you looked at your new cell to discover that it was almost midnight and you had only imbided five drinks.

If you left now, everything will be perfect, except your friend, who’s having all the trouble with his girlfriend, ordered another round of tequila and pushed you on stage with three go-go girls with whips.

You calculate.

“One drink. One dance. Another fifteen minutes.”

Next thing you know it’s 3am and you have no idea how you got to this hotel room.

When you stumble through your house door, your wife will ask, “Do you have any idea what time it is.”

Once more blame it on your friend.

“Billie kept saying it wasn’t late.”

Blaming him is fair, because as previously stated he’s not in the room and can defend himself later. All you need is enough time to get to bed.

Excuse # 3 “It’s business.”

Anytime you walk out of the house with 10000 baht it most certainly was business.

Especially since you invested every baht in booze and women.

Hopefully there was no return on this investment.

Excuse # 4 “It’s my friend’s last night.”

This was maybe three times a year occasion.

Your best friend was either going home to replenish his financial coffers or else on a visa run to Malaysia. Your wife doesn’t need to hear the whole truth. She knew you two together were no good, but at least there was only one more night of the guy who made you lose five cell phones in the last year.

Excuse # 5 “You can come with me if you want.”

This one threw them off balance.

Your wife will say, “Okay.”

But as the clock ticked down to blast-off she will realize that you’ll make her miserable by taking her to farang pubs where Filipino bands do covers of dinosaur rock bands and the only food was burgers or sizzling steaks, and every man in the place was over 250 pounds and sweated like a Bengali laundryman.

One night like that and your wife will never come with you. This way you can be free to get drunk, dance naked on stage, and lose your cell phone, because that was what a Good Friday night was all about in Pattaya.

As for Saturday.

That was the day of repentance and saying “Never again.”

Tarzan Jesus On VDO 2016

A religious festival in Guatemala featured a Jesus on a very high pole. The spectacle turned bad when ‘Jesus’ fell from his crucifixion perch, but luckily caught hold of a wire to break his fall.

A miracle for Tarzan Jesus.

His father was part god/ part ape.

To watch Tarzan Jesus fall, please go to the following URL