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It is a face I have seen in Riefenstahl's work, and in my dreams, but never on another human face, never an arm's length from me--never directed at me, hating me, hating my words and the story that I've chosen to tell. That face is not Christian, by any definition Christ would be proud to call his own--its naked righteousness and contempt have nothing to do with the godhead, and everything to do with pathetic human pride at its very worst.

http://mikedaisey.com/

Mirror posted the link to the ART blog about this and I was hoping that there would be something about it in the paper, but there wasn't (that I saw). Read the post and there's a YouTube of the incident as well. Then Writers Life x3 posted about it and commented on how you don't think it could still happen in Cambridge. As Daisey himself goes on to say, this is the ART for heaven's sake! If language were the worst thing that happened there-- well, it wouldn't be an ART show. And everywhere is everywhere, isn't it? I don't know his work, but certainly what prompted the walk out is nothing compared to most comedians.

I was struck by the power of these words above in his blog, because C.S. Lewis considered pride one of the worst of the sins. It presumes that you are somehow better than other humans when we are all worms in the sight of God (my interpretation, obviously). What could be worse than pride coming from one's Christianity? How pointless and wrong.

I want to know more about this group. I want to know what they thought they were going to, because it just seems suspicious to me that they all "decided" to walk out at the same time. Did a whisper go down the line OR did they agree beforehand?

Comments

YS said…
I saw the show last night, and you are right. Daisey is certainly no worse, language-wise, than South Park, stand-up comedians, The Daily Show, Don Imus, etc.
Matt said…
The link from Daisey's page says he contacted the water-pourer, and talked about it with him. It seems that they freaked out at the smallest of issues... the language, the "f-word."

Guh.

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