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Date Posted: 01:08:50 01/03/03 Fri
Author: Sola Scriptura
Subject: Serpent Egg's Web Design - Ideal Metaphor For His Apostate Teachings

When I opened my first art gallery in So. California on a shoe string, I was in my early 20�s. To keep the lights on I worked a number of part time jobs. One that was a particularly unique experience was that of being a professional stage dancer for off Broadway plays in a dinner theatre. I was able to do something that I loved, work in the evening at a family type establishment, and get paid for it. I only did it for a year. We did Fiddler on the Roof, and your standard fare. One of the most enjoyable productions was Cabaret. The stage play being infinitely superior to the movie, as was Fiddler.

The Kit Kat Klub (in Cabaret) provided a haven for those who wished to escape their troubles in Hitler�s Berlin with singing and cabaret antics. The Kit Kat Klub dancers, donning fishnet stockings, and stacked heeled dancing shoes, high kicking and leaping over customer�s tables was the most athletic and fun to perform with a tremendous audience response. It was held over many weeks to sell out crowds.

Just before the intermission after the first act, all the stage lights were up. Sally Bowles and another performer began singing a light duette. As they sang they gravitated towards center stage in the natural course of the song. As they sang, they rotated toward the audience. As they were singing and the orchestra was playing other cast members appeared and they slowly joined them in song as they also, began what was to become a single line of performers. It all seemed very natural at first as the performers were singing a German cabaret-type happy song. While this is going on, the lights are becoming darker and red-er in hue. The audience is pitch dark. Before the audience has a chance to grasp the situation, what was at first a social mingling of happy Berliners singing a pub song in the bright outdoors; was beginning to be a single file line of all the performers, lining up shoulder to shoulder in a military precision line. The happy music they were singing had seamlessly made a transition to ``Horst Wessel Song'' -- the anthem of the Nazi party �their voices were becoming bolder, strident, the stage lighting was getting red-er and red-er. The shadows becoming blacker. Suddenly as they were loudly proclaiming ``Horst Wessel Song'' the audience became aware of the hideously ominous change as all the actors and dancers were simultaneously slow-ly lifting their arm in a Nazi salute in unison. As the orchestra was hitting it�s stride with ``Horst Wessel Song'', everyone had completed their salute, singing boldly, their arms stiffly extended, held aloft; bodies and faces blood-red, stage dark except for the red persons saluting Hitler. They completed their song. The music abruptly ends and the theatre goes completely dark. A split second later a circular white spot shines on the mime-faced master of ceremonies (Joel Grey character) who is perched on the roof tops in the middle of the stage in back � when the spot lights his black and white face, he lets loose with a momentary hideous cackling ominous three second laugh. The audience would collectively gasp! Night after night. The house goes dark for a few seconds. Then the house lights would go up for intermission and every night the stunned audience would be dead quiet and numb for15 seconds before they began stirring. Incredibly gripping and effective production.

What made me recall this blast from the past? In what struck me as an equally hideous and ominous way, but in a different sense was when I looked at Jack Howell�s new graphics on his �bandwidth� that �he pays for with his own money� (Big whoop!)

As if painted on a theatre scrim, Jack has this fuzzy image of what he perceives to be �Jesus� as the background for his page. - That in itself is a topic for discussion. - But what gripped me was the way the page is set up by this non-thinking wicked man. As one scrolls down his page to read the information below, this graven image of �Jesus� drops down BEHIND JACK�S POSTS AND EFFORTS AND JACK�S CONTRIBUTIONS RAISE TO THE TOP OF THE PAGE � JESUS DROPS BEHIND THE TYPEFACE, SINKS TO THE BOTTOM AND DISAPPEARS! The concept in all its ugliness is precisely a reflection of Jack�s �ministry� and witness on the net. Jack first. Jesus second. It sends chills down my arms watching as Jesus sinks down and Jack�s information is elevated, and masks the image of Christ. PERFECT METAPHOR FOR JACK HOWELL, HIS WORKS, FRUIT, AND WITNESS.

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