The joy of being a small business is…taxes. The joy of having one small business writing books, another small business renting part of my house, and selling a second house to pay for my Obamacare medical expenses, is MORE taxes. And more COMPLICATED taxes. Every year, I have to spend more hours and days of my life than I would like to in order to bring together all the information I need to give my registered CPA the information she needs to fill out my taxes. So guess what I’m doing now, rather than writing the stories I very much want to write? Taxes. Sometimes I just want to pass on that “adulting” certificate and go back to being a kid.
I watched Black Panther last weekend with friends. I watched The Greatest Showman this weekend with family. The two experiences were unequal in the extreme.
The Black Panther takes place primarily in Wakanda, a proud and insular fictional nation in the depths of Africa. We don’t see much about life in the nation, but we do see what are assumed to be modern Islamic kidnappers working their African Slave Trade in one of the early scenes. And the American Inner City is another early set piece we see, with the strongly verbalized opinion that Wakanda is much better than both of those blighted societies.
The Greatest Showman takes place primarily in 1840s and 1850s New York City. Students of history will know that Slavery still existed at that time in America, even in the North. The movie ends a couple years before PT Barnum becomes one of the founding members of the Republican Party due to his opposition to Slavery, but you can see the man who made that decision on screen in this movie.
The treatment of Africans and their descendents is a central theme of Black Panther, and the simple fact that Europeans have mistreated them is an evil that must be fought against. The central adversary grows up in the American Inner City his father was killed in which of course turns him into a cold blooded killer. He hates his white oppressors and naturally wants to engineer an Obama-style over-the-border Fast and Furious gun running scheme so he can help the downtrodden blacks of the world rise up and kill their white overlords. The primary Wakandan opposition to that plan is that if Wakandan weapons did that, everybody would think Wakanda did it, and then every nation on Earth would want Wakanda dead.
The central theme of The Greatest Showman is that PT Barnum brings together people of all types, “freaks” as they are called by some of his denigrators, to put together a variety show that hundreds of thousands of people will visit. The Bearded Woman, the Dog Faced Boy, General Tom Thumb, and a variety of other human oddities populate the movie. People who are laughed at or looked down upon by others. A black brother and sister are trapeze artists, and the sister quickly becomes part of a love story with Barnum’s business partner, a high-class white man. Almost every character arc in this movie is about people fighting to rise beyond the station society has placed them in, and who make their living by making people laugh or smile. They bring joy to the world.
The two movies could not be more different. They are both filmed with amazing cinematography, costumes, backdrops, and choreography that makes them beautiful to behold. It is the stories that are strikingly opposed. The Black Panther languishes in the darkness of its revenge-based storyline, complete with backstabbing, betrayal, and the death of kings. The Greatest Showman rises above the injustices of the time by seeking to make everyone laugh, love, and find joy, even the most staunchly proper Queen Victoria.
I left Black Panther during the credits. It’s the first movie I’ve done that with in years. Especially a Marvel movie. I did not enjoy the movie and did not wish to wait for the after-credits scene. And I don’t know if I will ever want to watch it again.
I stayed in my seat until the lights came on at the end of the credits for Greatest Showman, because I didn’t want to leave the world it weaved into existence behind any earlier than I had to. I am not a great fan of musicals, but I loved The Greatest Showman. It is the best movie I’ve seen this year, whether a new one in the theatre, or any of a dozen movies I’ve seen on my own smaller screens. I left happy, amazed, and blown away at the world PT Barnum created. And then I researched the real man and found out that the movie downplayed his life and achievements, probably because they didn’t think we would believe what he really did. Truth is more amazing and stranger than what we see in this movie, but even in the tiny slice of Barnum’s life this movie reveals, we see the man who would later help create The Greatest Show on Earth.
The Greatest Showman is a celebration of life, joy, and wonder, and I eagerly await the opportunity to see it again. I give it two thumbs way up, in whatever circus currency your imagination can bring to life.
Alex had a boyfriend when the whole situation with Julie came up. He didn’t much like me hanging around his girlfriend, and told her that. He even gave her an ultimatum over it. Well, I figured that was it for my time in paradise, so I took one last look at Julie. At which point Alex told me to stay sat down or she’d beat me. Then she got up into his face and started chewing him up one side and down the other over daring to tell her who she could be friends with. He may have suggested that I don’t do just friends. A slanderous accusation, I assure you. She displayed a mastery of the dictionary that impressed me at that, and finished with a demand that he apologize to both of us or walk out and never return. Well, he got his pride up and walked out, proving that I was right about him not being good enough for her. Then she sat down with Julie and had a good, long cry. Me? I stayed sat down like she told me to. Momma Hart did not raise a complete idiot. I found out Alex was made of both stronger and softer stuff than I’d known that day. She needed all of that strength and softness in the years to come.
The tiger-derived Laohu of San Lucas lived as slaves of the Hankyu until the mountain of the gods erupted and buried their civilization in lava and ashfall. They retreated to the highlands where they fought off crazed survivors and prayed to the sky gods for salvation. We arrived with aid and they welcomed us with open claws. That’s a peaceful greeting by the way. An open display of their natural weapons with an implied promise that they are hiding none. They accepted the food and supplies from our understandably nervous aid workers, but the aid we could give was more limited than we wished to admit. We could save their lives, but we could not cleanse their lands. Then the Chinese arrived and deployed an air purifier network nearly as large as the one we used over the Pacific Ocean on Earth. We wondered why the Chinese went to so much expense until we learned that the cats of Hankyu had been genengineered from ancient Chinese tigers and lions. The Chinese policy that anything that has ever been Chinese IS Chinese is long established, and they certainly consider these cats theirs to lift up into space. Something they have done with regularity ever since, and the Laohu are happy to serve their gods in whatever way they require.
Today is the first day in my life in which I do not share this Earth with Billy Graham. I grew up hearing about him and listening to him on television. I learned how he worked with Reverend Martin Luther King Jr. during the Civil Rights Movement. How he refused to accept segregation at his revivals and preached against racism. How he spoke out against Communism as an Evil against mankind. He was a fiery orator and a man of burning convictions.
By the time I was alive, he had retired from practicing politics. He’d long since gone the way of the middle mediator, willing and eager to talk to anyone of any political persuasion. He was on this Earth to speak to Republican and Democrat, liberal and conservative, black and white, men and women of all ages. And always, in every appearance I remember, he would say that Jesus loves you. All of you. And that Salvation comes through accepting Him into your heart. He has spoken this Gospel in person, through television, and the internet to more people than any other person in history. His ministry says over 2 billion people have heard him speak. That’s amazing to think about.
Today I live in a world he does not. And I think we are all poorer for that. I don’t think this is really the end of an era. He isn’t Methuselah, and I don’t think his death will be the signal of a new catastrophe that will destroy civilization as we know it. But he was a good man who made it his life’s work to help other people through charitable organizations and more. Those live on without him now. So do the rest of us, and it will be our job to keep civilization running along. It is my great hope that Billy Graham’s words are not forgotten as we do this.
Now Billy Graham had a few words to say about the matter of his death. So I’ll let him close this little memorial with his own words.
“Someday, you will read or hear that Billy Graham is dead. Don’t you believe a word of it. I shall be more alive than I am now. I will just have changed my address. I will have gone into the presence of God.” – Billy Graham



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