Chaos Commish
Footballguy
Eddie Barzoon! Eddie Barzoon! Ha! I nursed him through two divorces, a cocaine rehab, and a pregnant receptionist. God's creature, right? God's special creature? Ha! And I've warned him, Kevin. I've warned him every step of the way. Watchin' him bounce around like a f--kin' game. Like a wind-up toy! Like 250 pounds of self-serving greed on wheels! The next thousand years is right around the corner, Kevin. Eddie Barzoon -- take a good look, because he's the poster child for the next millennium! These people - it's no mystery where they come from.
You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire. You build egos the size of cathedrals. Fiber-optically connect the world to every ego impulse. Grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green, gold-plated fantasies until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own god! Where can you go from there? And as we're scramblin' from one deal to the next, who's got his eye on the planet? As the air thickens, the water sours. Even the bees' honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity -- and it just keeps comin', faster and faster! There's no chance to think, to prepare. It's 'buy futures, sell futures' when there is no future!! We got a runaway train, boy!! We got a billion Eddie Barzoons all joggin' into the future. Every one of 'em getting ready to fist-f--k God's ex-planet, lick their fingers clean as they reach out toward their pristine cybernetic keyboards to tote up their f--kin' billable hours!! And then it hits home! You gotta pay your own way, Eddie. It's a little late in the game to buy out now!! Your belly's too full, your #### is sore, your eyes are bloodshot, and you're screamin' for someone to help!! But guess what? There's no one there!! You're all alone, Eddie. You're God's special little creature! Maybe it's true. Maybe God threw the dice once too often. Maybe He let us all down.
Who are you carrying all those bricks for anyway? God? Is that it? God? Well, I tell ya, let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He’s a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift and then what does He do? I swear, for His own amusement, His own private cosmic gag reel, He sets the rules in opposition. It’s the goof of all time. Look, but don’t touch. Touch, but don’t taste. Taste, don’t swallow. And while you’re jumpin’ from one foot to the next, what is He doin’? He’s laughin’ His sick, ####in’ ### off. He’s a tight-###. He’s a sadist. He’s an absentee landlord. Worship that? Never! …
I’m here on the ground with my nose in it since the whole thing began! I’ve nurtured every sensation man has been inspired to have! I cared about what he wanted and I never judged him. Why? Because I never rejected him, in spite of all his imperfections! I’m a fan of man! I’m a humanist. Maybe the last humanist. Who, in their right mind, Kevin, could possibly deny the 20th century was entirely mine? All of it, Kevin! All of it! Mine! I’m peaking, Kevin. It’s my time now. It’s our time.
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