Wednesday, April 07, 2021
More Michelet
The latest videos from the Inquisition have the same pattern as previous clips of similar encounters.
The Public Death Officers are always led by a drab middle-aged "female" zombie, which chants its magic incantations constantly, reading the demonic catechism to the combustible heretic. Droning on and on behind the witch-protector muzzle, while the heretic either recants or drives out the zombies.
The zombies are inanimate objects. They move slowly and smoothly in unison like rocks in a mudslide, inexorably pushing pushing pushing, unstoppably chanting chanting chanting, unless they encounter serious resistance. After it's clear that the heretic will not recant, the zombies slowly and smoothly pull back and regroup for a more effective and violent charge next time.
Michelet described the earlier version:
As seen by the Public Death Officers:
To understand this better, read the accursed Registers still extant of the Inquisition, not in the extracts compiled by Llorente, Lamotte-Langon, etc., but in what is extant of the original Registers of Toulouse. Read them in their vapid sameness, their dismal aridity, their shocking unconscious savagery. A few pages, and you are cold at heart, a cruel chill strikes home to the vitals. Death, death, always death, you feel it in every page. You are already in the tomb, or immured in a little chamber of stone with damp-stained walls. The happiest gate is death. The dreadful thing is the in pace. One word recurs continually, like a bell of horror tolled, and tolled again, to drive the dead in life into despair, — always the same word, Immured. Dread apparatus for crushing and annihilating souls, cruel press for breaking hearts. The screw turns, and turns, till breath fails and the very bones crack.Cold at heart. A cruel chill. Dread apparatus. The screw turns and turns. = = = = = As seen by the heretics:
As seen by the Public Death Officers:
Labels: endless hell, Jackboot stomping forever, Jail mode
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