Greetings and salutations from Cape Cod and the Islands of Nantucket and Martha’s Vineyard! On a beautiful day, and the recent days we have been enjoying here on this little sand bar created by the last Great Ice Age 11,500 years ago, I thought I might offer a memorandum to the “Party of NO”, the GOP, or whatever explicative you might wish to use–offering a scene from the much acclaimed film, “The Fisher King”, starring Robin Williams and Jeff Bridges. To give some background to the movie, Jeff Bridges’ character is a self promoting cable television talk show “host” and through some twist of fate, he befriends a homeless man who was traumatized years before, beaten and nearly dead, sitting in a hospital room, comatose. Bridges is surrounded by other patients who are either mentally ill or in need of what the title of this dissertation is--water from the HOLY GRAIL... Perhaps, the reason for Jeff’s presence in hospital is promulgated by his own guilt about his own success, the duality of man, and the ultimate question: Why are we all here?
Dear P.O.N. (a.k.a. the grand old party), and to anyone else who may be interested in the real deal of humanity,
J (Bridges): “Perry?”
P (Williams): no response as he is in a coma.
J: “So the guy’s been beat up, he’s gonna be alright, right?”
The doctor on staff states to Bridges that he fears that he will not, stating further that a person can actually re-experience the full effect of the trauma long after the event took place…
Bridges, after ranting over his overwhelming misfortune of feeling human guilt over his friend’s demise, states, “everything has been going great, I have my own talk show, equity is great, I might add with a tremendous girlfriend, living an incredible f–cking life! So don’t lay there in your little comfortable coma and think I’m going to risk that because I feel responsible for you! And I’m not going to feel guilty! I don’t feel guilty! You’ve got it easy. I’m out there every day. I mean every f–cking day! Trying to figure out what the hell I’m doing! While no matter what I have, I feel as though I have nothing. So, I don’t feel sorry for you, it’s easy being nuts! So, I won’t do it, I don’t believe in this sh-t, and don’t give me that sh-t about me being the one, there is nothing, nothing special about me! I control my own destiny, not some floating overweight fairy. I decide what I’m not going to do and I’m not going to risk my life to get some “cup” for some f–cking vegatable.
Bridges then looks at the rest of the patients and screams, “What am I supposed to do!”
Bridges then recalls what “Perry” told him about the Holy Grail. How back in the days of King Arthur, the King, who was ill and in need of the power that exists within this mystical grail, asked all of his bravest knights to go in search of the most holy healer, embodied within a goblet of gold. As the darkness fell upon the King’s life, a begger, no bigger than a small child, saw that the King was dying and offered a sip of water from a humble cup made of clay. To the King’s astonishment, his strength almost immediately returned and he looked at the cup and the small child and said, “dear child, how could you, who are so small and frail, find that which not even my best and bravest could not?” The child responded, “dear sir, I simply saw that you were thirsty and I gave you water.”
I Love you all with every fiber of my being and from the great sands of Cape Cod, I wish you a beautiful Wednesday! Peace~ M