The Passion of “the” Christ Part II
I think a few parties involved are in dire need of a reading of “Co-dependent No More” (one party being the man himself, yes, Mr. Codepency, Inflated Sense of Responsibility, Watch How I Suffer and Feel the Guilt, the late J.C.) If Mel understood anything about healthy boundaries, he would know that Jesus Christ, while a seemingly groovy guy at times in his life (he really should have gone into medicine), must have hit a proverbial bottom in his life. I know that my bottoms have been characterized by the same sense of martydom and acceptance of abuse. But no, Mel, had to go and further glorify the one and only, most powerful symbol of guilt, martyrdom and manipulation in Western history.
I spent the majority of the movie humming Jesus Christ Superstar to myself until the woman next to me told me to be quiet. At least the musical depicted Christ as asking himself, “Am I crazy? What kind of God would have me suffer?!” Which is, I think, a very good question. It seems crazy for any God to want want his creation to be beaten to hamburger. This is actually what provides them an advantage over recommended cheapest viagra generic drugs. Important Ingredients in Mast Mood oil: Its key ingredients include Kapur, Tulsi, Dalchini, Ashwagandha, Nirgundi, Jawadi Kasturi, Samudra Phal, Javitri, Ashwagandha, Bulelylu professional cialis 20mg oil and Jaiphal. These medicines are approved by online doctor viagra food and drug administration so they assure user for better outcomes and enhanced pleasure. It has been done to make ED treatment convenient and more effective generic cialis uk http://amerikabulteni.com/2014/12/05/marsa-yolculuk-bir-hayal/ than other generic drugs of other brands. I was taught at a young age that there might be some inherent worth or nobility in feeling bad. But now I am over it. So, get happy, Mel, so you don’t feel the need to make any movies about how great it is to accept violence. I don’t see any shrines to victims of domestic violence. If I walked out in front of a bus because I thought God told me to, I don’t think there would be any shrines to me. I really don’t. I don’t mean to sound condescending, but I’m praying for you, Mel.
Just for today, I can say a condescending prayer for Mel Gibson.