Now, it's not that I have a problem with
somebody thinking I'm going to hell. Really. I'm pretty sure I'll end up
there at some point anyway. Bit if I'm going to hell, I'd prefer to be
going there for the right reasons.
Damn me to hell because I suck. Or
because I cause others' pain. Pack my hell bags for my contrary nature
and the fact that I do the opposite sometimes just to be difficult.
Damn me to hell for all the times I don't
remember to get a gift or send a card.
But hell based on my failure to accept
one version of history?
I think not.
I read a quote today about those last
twelve hours. Or, shall we say, twelve hours in two hours of celluloid.
The person observed that the
"accuracy" of the film was impressive.
I would like to know just how old this
observer is. And, if he's as old as it seems he
would have to be, is he on Atkins? Now that would
be a good advertisement for Atkins! Load up on fats and meat and live to
be at least 2000 years old!
So after I read this geezer's convictions
of accuracy, I was really curious. How many more really, really old
people are out there? I know that the Holocaust is quickly losing its
witnesses to old age and death, but apparently Jesus' witnesses are
still alive and kicking and talking about the good old days.
So, facing a relatively early death and
eternity in hell, I googled "passion" and
"accuracy." Without quotes. Without Boolean logic. Without even
the benefit of a proximity connector. Nuttin' but passion and accuracy.
Actually, I didn't google; I yahoo-ed.
Unfortunately, when Jerry Yang founded Yahoo!, he didn't stop to
consider the un-verb-ability of the name. I'm sure, though, that if I
refer to Yahoo-ing as googling often enough, he'll get the point and
change the name.
Okay, so I'm yahoogling
"passion" and "accuracy" - and guess what! There are
shitloads of folks out there - including credentialed folks - who are
either debating or confirming the film's accuracy.
Once again, I gotta ask: is it just me?
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