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A mind altering retelling of the classic Dickens tale, commenting on media power, political influence, and the left right divide, carried by the vehicle of Christmas.
Featuring Rupert Murdoch as Scrooge, the tale also involves political figures both contemporary and past.
It is a magical ride.
A mind altering retelling of the classic Dickens tale, commenting on media power, political influence, and the left right divide, carried by the vehicle of Christmas.
Featuring Rupert Murdoch as Scrooge, the tale also involves political figures both contemporary and past.
It is a magical ride.
A mind altering retelling of the classic Dickens tale, commenting on media power, political influence, and the left right divide, carried by the vehicle of Christmas.
Featuring Rupert Murdoch as Scrooge, the tale also involves political figures both contemporary and past.
It is a magical ride.
The Old Toystore Oh, and Scrooge was true to his word. He gave up the base profession of counting pennies and hiding wealth. Scrooge reformed and became a generous spirit, opening the Old Toystore solely for the purpose of making children smile.
Every day the happy children ran beaming
into the Old Toystore, and the girls would have tea parties with dolls, the boys would play with toy cars and planes and soldiers, and all would enjoy the challenge of the puzzles and the magic of puppets dancing. Most of all, they loved the lifelike little boy puppet, Pinocchio. When Scrooge pulled his strings, everyone watched.
Yet a shadow did loom over the quaint
Old Toystore. That shadow came from Mephisto's, a large, multi-storey shop that sold cheap toys. A new storey was added to this monstrous centre weekly, until the sun that had gently lathered that Old Toystore was hidden by darkness.
The children still came to play, but their
parents did not buy. They instead bought from the cheaper Mephisto's. Scrooge's days of counting money were behind him, but it was thrift and reserves of money that he needed now, more than ever. It was ironic that on this Christmas Eve, of all times, Scrooge's money problems would force him to close the Old Toystore forever.
On this Christmas Eve, children did still
play, and the parents still did not buy, and Scrooge shut the door to the Old Toystore, penniless. He went to his bed forlorn and sad that the money counters would soon knock on his door demanding rent which he could not pay, then demanding that good old Scrooge be cast into the streets. Scrooge knew that Christmas miracles only happened once a lifetime.
"Who's there?" called out Scrooge,
disturbed in the darkness from his sleep. It was creaking of floorboards, footsteps that wished to be quiet as they sounded. Scrooge's heart beat rapidly and heavily, and he arose from his bed, lit a candle, and crept. A finger tapped his shoulder and Scrooge's skeleton did nearly leap from its skin, his breath lost in panic, as he swiftly swivelled and saw a hooded beast. The shock subsided, but the fear did not. Scrooge trembled, unable to speak or breathe. 6
"Don't be afraid," said the hooded one,
wearing casual jeans and a relaxed smile that Scrooge found terrifying in the circumstances. "I may be able to help with your finances." Scrooge stuttered: "Who... are... you?" "Let me introduce myself," said the fresh sounding youth, removing his hood, politely placing an electronic tablet on the floor so he could extend his hand. "Im Mephisto."
Mephisto, that devil who had constricted,
wrenched and destroyed the Old Toystore, that devil who had sent Scrooge broke and ruined the happiness of the town's children, stood before him. "I can give you the cash to save the Old Toystore, said he, but..." But what? said Scrooge, the little remaining colour in his cheeks now fading to a deathly pale in anticipation. "To save the Old Toystore, you must give me Pinocchio," said Mephisto.
Mephisto posed an existential threat to Scrooges business model
"He... Hes priceless. I cannot sell him."
"Oh yes you can." In the spirit of Christmas, pleaded Scrooge, spare this special puppet. He is carved of the True Cross." "Bah! Commerce is the spirit of Christmas, and fragmenting your priceless toy will make me money. I tell you what Ill be back on the stroke of six, and either the Old Toystore will close, or you will deliver Pinocchio to me and save all. Until then, savour your three nightmares."
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Mephisto did casually leave, not
retrieving his electronic tablet, the apple insignia glowing. Scrooge muttered: How dare he tell me, of all people, about the spirit of Christmas! And three nightmares! What nonsense. Protest as he might, Scrooge had to decide whether he could sacrifice Pinocchio to save all. He could not. He would not. But he had no choice. And so Scrooge, with head hanging low, hung a 'SOLD' plaque around the neck of Pinocchio. He went back to bed sobbing. 11
Stave the Second:
A Nightmare For a toy, being sold is like death. The Old Toystore was the only reality that they had ever known, and to be sold was to have it all taken away. Death is the only way that us non-toys can understand what it is like to be sold.
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So when Pinocchio awoke with the
'SOLD' sign hanging around his neck, though it was a single word it read as a death sentence. Pinocchio's happy days of playing with the other toys, of playing with the children, were behind him. He had been sentenced to death.
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"Cheer up, old friend," said that dapper
locust in his left ear. "You have only been sold because you have displeased your creator. Why else would he get rid of you? If you want to stay, you just have to be a bit more of a palatable guest." Those words were soothing to the depressed Pinocchio. His death sentence now had an escape clause. "You mean..." "I mean get serious, start acting in the right way."
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Pinocchio of the True Cross was led by conscience rather than DNA
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"Act the right way? How do I do that?"
asked Pinocchio. "Oh, that's easy, I would have thought. And obvious. All you have to do is find the young, male toys and cut off the loose flap of skin on their ears. That'll keep the man upstairs happy." "It will?" "Absolutely, positively, obviously. No time to waste, let's get to it!"
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The first piece of skin was difficult to
remove from the baby boy, especially with Pinocchios rusted knife, and especially given that innocent, playful Pinocchio was not made for blood and cutting flesh. How that poor baby did cry as that knife severed slowly, leaving a final, sinewy strand hanging painfully, which Pinocchio tore off with his wooden hands. Tears fell in a bloody stream down the babys neck.
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It was easier the next time, and the time
after that, as Pinocchio did sever the loose pieces of skin from the ears of the boys, all in the name of being a good guest. With one baby toy to go, toy Santa did see the bloodshed and did shout to Pinocchio with jolly horror. "Ho, ho ho! What in God's name is going on? I see pain and suffering. And that is just not right at this time of year. Its Christmas!"
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Santa wanted to make a heaven on earth,
while others saw earth as heavens audition
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"Bah, its Santa! said the dapper locust.
This fool thinks that Christmas is all about giving and happiness, when its really about sacrifice. Take him out with this slingshot." " What? Take him out? Oh my!" Yep. Just put the marble here. Now hold the sling. Pull back. And wham!" Before Pinocchio knew what he had done, Santa lay on the ground with blood spouting from his skull. Those rosy, red cheeks faded to pale death, and those suffering baby dolls did scream louder at the sight. 20
Pinocchio did leave the scene with
speeding feet, muttering "Oh dear!" as he fled. He did not turn to see that jolly old man rise again, a pale and ghostly spirit of Christmas. Nor did Pinocchio see that Christmas spirit tend to each baby lovingly, wrapping their heads in bandages, their pain lessening as they licked their lollipops. They became happy again after this warm, caring treatment, in the true spirit of Christmas. 21
Scrooge woke with a jerky suddenness.
Oh my, that dream seemed so real! It was like my puppet was performing atrocities, all to please me." Scrooge smirked at the thought. Not knowing whether he was dreaming then or dreaming now, or awake both times, he felt it necessary to inspect the toys himself. In the shopfront he saw a bit of unruliness, but was satisfied that a nightmare it must have been. His stimulated heart calmed, and he went back to his bed. 22
Stave the Third:
Another Nightmare
With the SOLD sign remaining around
his neck, Pinocchio's heavy mind returned. "I have tried hard to keep the creator happy, but he did not remove the 'SOLD' sign. My death sentence remains."
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"Cheer up, old chap," said the dapper
locust, again speaking into his ear. "You're on the right track you just have to do a bit more, and do it a bit better. "More? Oh dear!" "Yep, impress the man upstairs a bit more. You must unleash plague on the toys, Pinocchio!" With that, Pinocchio unplugged the rat holes, so that the vermin and cockroaches and termites could run and spread their germs to the toys, gnawing away at them, making them sick. 24
"You must throw hailstones of fire at the
gay toys!" Pinocchio did as told, heating marbles on a stove top then throwing those molten projectiles down at the toys who did not enjoy the company of the opposite gender, injuring them, maiming them, disfiguring many of their faces. These toys were now unrecognisable to loved ones.
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"You must kill all the male first born!"
Pinocchio reclaimed his dagger, before rethinking this last request. "Oh dear! I have already cut off their skin. I do say, taking their lives seems rather excessive." "Bah! Nothing excessive about it. Were just following the rules laid out in this book, Pinocchio. Oh, a book? Who wrote this book? No questions, just do what it says is right! Kill the newborns."
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So Pinocchio did not think, and set to
killing the first firstborn male he came across, who happened to be a bandaged, baby boy. Pinocchio pinned him to the ground and raised his dagger, knowing that the rusty knife needed force to penetrate the baby's chest. "Don't you dare!" That powerful voice stopped Pinocchio before he could thrust the dagger. He looked back in fright, and he saw the spirit of Santa standing tall and strong before him. 27
"Don't you dare harm that baby!"
Santas face had a loving seriousness, like a caring vet who can sympathise with a snake. "Dear Pinocchio, in the spirit of Christmas, I beg you not to harm another being." Santas faded face was imploring and convincing, and Pinocchio dropped the dagger to the floor unintentionally. Then, unable to face his foe, he ran away. 28
"Don't listen to that fool," called the
dapper locust, in chase. "Remember, its not about stupid gift giving from a red sack it's about suffering and the True Cross." "Oh yes, its easy to forget that," said Pinocchio, puffing and slowing. "Then why settle for a maiming here and some hellfire there? We can make all suffer at once get it out of the way." Why yes, it would certainly be efficient. So we flood the Old Toystore, drowning all but us. You cant be sold if youre all thats left. Only question is, how? 29
Scrooge woke again, sweating, hands
trembling, the nightmare just as real as the last and as satisfying as a horror movie. Scrooge remembered his days of greed, acquiring the priceless plank of the True Cross by bankrupting a church, and hoarding it as he would gold. After leaving those days behind, he decided to make the wood into a special puppet that would bring joy. Was this puppet now showing the spirit of Christmas? Scrooge was agitated, but once again fell into a slumber of lucid dreams. 30
Stave the Fourth:
Final Nightmare Santa, that wonderful spirit intent on making the world a more comfortable and happier place, kept busy helping others. As he finished bandaging the infirmed, he found on the floor Mephisto's tablet with the glowing apple insignia.
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The apple was the sinful fruit, half
consumed in Eden, that condemned all to a state of harmful ignorance. Now this apple could increase knowledge, idea sharing, and allow all to have the knowledge to make the world happier, more comfortable. The spirit of Santa did create a plan of 7 steps, to be implemented according to a project plan. Finally, with total knowledge at hand, good intentions could be implemented in a foolproof way. He wrote this plan on tablet. 32
Tablets offer accessible solutions to all the worlds ills
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I think Ive got it! said the dapper locust.
To flood the Old Toystore, we walk to the fireplace, we light a smokey fire, we let the smoke rise high, and the sprinklers will flood the Old Toystore so that everyone except for you and me in the cavernous fireplace are destroyed." Pinocchio pondered this as he looked at toys he had disfigured. No more did he want to hurt anyone. No more did he want to follow his locust conscience. Okay, resolved Pinocchio, standing tall. We shall light the fire. 34
Pinocchio gathered large pieces of wood,
and he walked with them on his back, slowly and painfully towards the fireplace. When he reached it, Pinocchio erected the wood and he stood behind it. "Ahh," said the dapper locust. "We forgot about how well light this damned thing!" Be patient, said Pinocchio, staring the locust directly in the eye. Our creator shall provide the spark for this sacrifice. They waited, hiding amongst the wood. Then the church bells chimed six. 35
As happened every morning in the Old
Toystore, at the chime of six a man not yet bespectacled rushed his body down the steep staircase, still half asleep, still in his pyjamas, threw coffee in his cup, boiled the kettle, grabbed a handful of bread and buttered it roughly, braved the weather outdoors, stooping with haste despite his aching back to pick up the newspaper, then quickly came indoors shivering, threw whatever wood was needed onto the fire and threw in a lit match. He then warmed himself by the fire, coffee in hand.
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"Where is it?" asked Mephisto, whose
appearance out of nowhere made Scrooge jump. "Where is Pinocchio?" Scrooge looked with sadness at Pinocchios shelf. But he was not there! Scrooge panicked. He searched and searched, erratic, frantic. Pinocchio was gone! How could he be gone? Then Scrooge remembered. The nightmares, and that last nightmare in particular, where Pinocchio had taken himself to the fireplace.
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Scrooge looked at the fire and Mephisto
followed his gaze. The flames took hold of this puppet of the True Cross, peacefully consumed by the fire in its final act of selfsacrifice, turning to ash, dissolving into dust.
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Stave the Fifth:
The End of It
It takes tension to make a puppet dance.
This tension is between the string puller, moving the strings upwards and sideways, and the puppet itself, whose gravity pulls downwards. Tension is a life force when the strings are cut, all falls in a heap. 39
It had all fallen in a heap for Scrooge, and
he wondered how it had happened. The toys, led by Santa, had cut the strings and made an existence where they thought they did not need a creator. But Santa had put too high a price on their lives, and this ruined the cycle of creation, shelf life, and sale that was crucial to the Old Toystores purpose. With their only guiding moral being survival, the purpose of the toys lives became circular and ultimately meaningless. 40
Pinocchio had not helped, either. He was
the one link between the temporal and the ethereal, and decided to sever that link through self-sacrifice. Pinocchio reasoned that if the idea of a creator was gone, bad things done by trying to please that creator would go too. The toys could use their own reason to live their lives. *
That was how Scrooge's Old Toystore
had fallen in a heap.
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Scrooge was now an outcast.
The creditors acted swiftly, and Mephisto was ruthless in offering no further mercy to the man who had sabotaged his prize. Scrooge was cold and shivering as he settled down across the street from the Old Toystore, looking on at the signs being dismantled, the suited hyenas taking out toys and valuables piece by piece. He was unwell at this time, his dreams of a happier existence destroyed, his world view jaded. 42
A family with a small boy and girl, all
wearing Santa hats, walked past Scrooge, the mother smiling his way. "Merry Christmas!" said she. "Bah!" was all that Scrooge could respond. He watched the kids merrily fondle toys as the family entered the Church, where all would kneel before the sacrificial cross, joyfully celebrating the birth of that culminating figure of Biblical horror. Then they would go home, and know that with new toys and gadgets their lives would be happier and easier. 43
Scrooge imagined their Christmas lunch,
and he spat at the thought. The family would sit colourfully around the table, and friends and relatives would likewise take their seats. One obnoxious uncle would boast about his worldly achievements during the year. A pious aunt would remind all that it is a spiritual occasion, and to remember the cross. And there would be tension at the table, arguments, ending with he on the left muttering under his breath, she on the right meekly thinking injurious thoughts.
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Scrooge watched other happy families
walk by, nonchalantly trapped in this same tension between Santa and suffering. Then a revelation hit Scrooge. All mythology aside, Christmas is a time when tension rises. Yet people, rather than avoid it and hide away in misery, instead anticipate, congregate, celebrate, with friends and family. Far from being bad, tension is a life force. Scrooge smiled at the thought, and could not help but mutter thoughtfully: "Merry Christmas? Humbug!" 45