“Henry Petrie spoke his verdict in four calm, considered syllables.
Earlier in the story, there is a scene (scene? chapter?) in which Matt Burke is discussing the very reality of vampires to Father Callahan. There is a frank discussion on the use of holy water, crucifixes (crucifii?), & Father Callahan himself as representatives of the Catholic church. Freud is involved, as are generalized observations about the new way of thinking by priests & the church itself.
I find this curious, much in the same way that I find Christians who mock Scientologists for believing in those alien things that are the core of their religion curious.
(of course, full disclosure, i also am of the personal theory that they’re all kinda quacked out, but hey, to each their own, right?)
So you’re telling me that you are going to laugh at someone for believing that beings from another planet exist - a statistically sound idea, if you consider how many planets are in the vastness of space; are we really that arrogant to think we’re the only ones? – you’re going to giggle conspiratorially over their beliefs while you believe – staunchly – in the following:
- There is no such thing as Evolution with all of the scientific evidence to the contrary.
– 2000 years ago, some lady got pregnant without having intercourse & not only that, but the guy she was dating at the time, instead of leaving her ass (which would have been totally acceptable in that society &, let’s face it, ours), married her & raised the kid as his own as a poor carpenter.
– This kid grew up to possess magical abilities, which he used to make water into wine, among other assorted parlor tricks like not getting leprosy for as much as he frequented their colonies.
– He also hung around 12 other dudes &, of course, not a one of them was homosexual … cuz that’d be a sin.
– In addition, his favorite chick was a “whore” (or so the guys who were in his gang wrote after the fact) but he remained a virgin. Right?
– Oh yeah, & when he died & was buried, three days later, not only was his body gone, but he would just appear to people.
– & have I mentioned that he was God?
– Oh, & also a dirty-blonde Caucasian with a perfectly manicured beard, thin nose, & blue eyes.
– But let’s just glaze over the fact that he was also Jewish. Jewish, bad.
– & despite all of the inconsistencies & hypocrisies of the Gospels (why does god hate figs? how do they know what happened when jesus was born & when he died, but somehow all of his formative years are left out? he who is without sin may cast the first stone, but we’re not going to let women into our little club?), this is the end-all, be-all of spirituality & whomever disagrees is just wrong & deserved of public ridicule, even wars.
& while we’re on the subject, you’re going to now make a rust stain underneath an expressway a shrine because it kinda sorta
looks like the Virgin Mary? Or proclaim a piece of toast “holy”? Please.
But yeah … laugh at the guys who believe in aliens…
*In the interest of noting that this entry is bereft with sarcasm & is not intended to over-simplify nor generalize the whole of the Catholic church & its members but instead to draw sunshine, to use a vampiric analogy, upon those of the congregation who are less than Jesus-like … I must also add that – & I don’t believe this is much of a spoiler – the priest, Father Callahan, does believe … quite strongly, in fact … as a direct result of his vows. “For every action, there is an equal & opposite reaction,” so to speak.