captain priska's log : Anjing!

Bingung edan euy! hehehehehe.....

captain priska's log : Tribute to an "un-historial" moment

Priska found this story on a book (Days of war, Night of love page 132 to be exact) ....somehow story of a few man that rebelled against the authority always interested to Priska, this story happen hundred years ago burried in time unnoticed but everytime someone heard or read this kind of stories it's come to live again...and hundred years from now on Priska believe that someone is going to read and heard this rebellion story and will pass it to others as well ...

Rebellion is a statement and Priska love that!

well here the story goes....

THE NOTRE-DAME INCIDENT

Four young men sneaked through the back door into Notre-Dame cathedral, in Paris, during Easter mass. There they quickly divested a Dominican monk of his garments, and one of them-Michel Mourre, who until that point had been a novitiate, studying to be a Dominican himself-dressed in these, then stepped out into the pulpit before an internationally convened crowd of ten thousand people. He adressed them with this sermon :

Today Easter day of the holy year
here
Under the emblem of Notre-Dame of Paris
I accuse
The universal Catholic Church of the lethal diversion of our living strength toward an empty heaven.
I accuse
The Catholic Church of swindling
I accuse
The Catholic Church of infecting the world with its funeral morality of being the running sore on the decomposed body of the west.

Verily I say unto you: God is dead.
We vomit the agonizing inspidity of your prayers
for your prayers have been the greasy smoke over the battlefields of our europe.

Go forth then into the tragic and exalting desert of a world where god is dead
and till this earth anew with your bare hands
with your PROUD hands
with your unpraying hands

Today Easter day of the holy year
here under the emblem of Notre-Dame of Paris
we proclaim the death of the Christ-god, so that man may live at last.

The audience listened in dutiful stupor at first, but then realized what they were hearing and broke into commotion. The cathedral's Swiss guards drew their swords and rushed to kill the interloper-one had his face sliced open. His stolen habit soaked with his comrade's blood, Michel cheerfully blessed the screaming crowd as he and his friends escaped out of the cathedral and rushed in into the folklore of rebellion forever.