“If the Devil is Six, then God is Seven”

Oh, Frankie boy, you have certainly written your fair share of odd little ditties. That’s why you’re such a genius. The particular song in question (the lyrics referenced in the title of this post are from The Pixies song Monkey Gone to Heaven) reminds me of so much that probably has nothing to do with this song. Apparently, it deals with the “human interaction between the divine and the environment” (both words being so thoroughly vacant that they can... Read More

I’ve Been Wee-Weed

Arrrghhh . . . I miss everything! Had I been privy to this devilish bit of goodness it surely would have made an appearance in The Devil Wears Nada. (If you hate shameless plugs, you’re in the wrong place. Speaking of which: Hey Jeff, I hope you caught this before the ink dried on your little devil.) My favorite part is where he’s convinced Satan loves academia, because . . . you know . . . being smart in the eyes of this particular conservative church-going evangelical... Read More

“Don’t Call it a Comeback!” (He’s been here for years)

This may well be the year of Satan. A number of books, films, and presidential candidates seem to suggest we have yet to give up on our fascination with Old Horny. Two of the ‘must have’ books of the year include Jeff Pugh’s The Devil’s Ink: Blog from the Basement Office, and my very own, The Devil Wears Nada: Satan Exposed! If you’ve been wondering what Lucifer is currently up to, why televangelists can’t stop talking about him, or why he... Read More

If Animals Believed in God . . .

First of all, given my Feuerbachian sensibilities, I imagine lions envision a deity that looks like a lion–while, and I’m only guessing, gazelles would be greatly offended by such an idea. You know, at some predestined future moment in or outside of time the “great gazelle in the sky” is going to pass judgment on those cats for their fallen predatorial nature that has caused so much pain and anxiety for the gazelle (and other prey). While, all along, the... Read More

The Devil Wears Nada (“Ain’t got no reason to be ‘shamed!”)

What happens when a high-strung Mennonite armed with an overpriced education goes on a search for Satan in order to prove the existence of God? Disappointed parents. “Really, Tripp? Is this why you went to graduate school?” asked the equally high-strung and very southern mother who continues to pronounce my name with two-syllables (think “Tre-yup”). “No,” I responded, “I went to graduate school so I wouldn’t have to work.” Or,... Read More