And all nations shall be gathered together before him, and he shall separate them one from another, as the shepherd separateth the sheep from the goats: And he shall set the sheep on his right hand, but the goats on his left.
Since today is usually the slowest blogging day of the year, we may as well discuss those nasty creatures, goats. The video proves it’s no wonder they butt into so many cheesy jokes. Tasty in tacos, though—and in spiritual metaphors, too.
The sheep-and-goats figure-of-speech reminds me of the latter big experiments in parapsychology during its heyday. A long string of negative results, bust after painful bust, in the late 1970s led some ingenious fellow to birth the theory that skeptics (goats) harnessing evil psi-dampening rays were quashing the psychic elements of the mentally gifted (sheep). How, nobody knew. Oddly, skeptics could do this without even knowing they were so engaged. Peer-reviewed papers were written on the subject. Incidentally, all used statistical arguments.
Reminds you of global warming research, does it not? The closer skeptics look, the faster the CO2 signal recedes into the distance. And so true believers, unable to discern any other cause of their failures, lash out and gibber at their enemies. “Denier!” “Science has spoken!” Are these folks better classes as unruly unpleasant goats or easily led sheep? Have to sort that one out.
The beast at time marker 3:27 reminds me of the ship Surprise’s irascible goat Aspasia, who one day gave Dr Maturin the stink eye and “defecated with intent”. The Surprise is the ship often featured in the greatest novel of (in?) the English language by Patrick O’Brian, written in 20.2 installments starting with Master and Commander and ending with an unfinished holograph owing to the death of the author. I cannot praise this novel too highly. I’m not sure anybody else can either.
And this remarks reminds me of Thursday’s post in which, in respect of Little Big Man, and a sentiment repeated again here, that you should skip the movie, which has almost no relation to the book except for a vague similarity in names of some of the characters. No movie can be a book, but no movie should express the opposite intent and moral of its parent book. The movie had too many anachronisms.
The directors of these films are thus goats. Which reminds me that calling somebody a “goat” is an insult. Strangely, goats are people in the doghouse. Figure that one.
Speaking of being in the doghouse, this reminds me of yesterday’s news that James Watson, winner of the prize which civilians see as the pinnacle of scientific achievement, who announced “he is selling the Nobel Prize medal he won in 1962 for discovering the structure of DNA because he has been ostracised and needs the money.”
Ostracized? Yes, sir. “…[the journalist] somehow wrote that I worried about the people in Africa because of their low IQ — and you’re not supposed to say that.” No, sir, you’re not.
Which reminds me of another goat insult from this curious movie: son of a motherless goat. If anybody ever notices the racial connotations of this movie, watch out. The three actors would become instant goats. Purged forevermore. I’m not sure if any of them have won Oscars, but they’d have to put them into the same auction as Watson’s Nobel.
And this reminds me that the opposite of a goat is a lamb. And thus, given his metaphorical nature, we see the affinity our Lord has with other sheep. Don’t be a goat. Unfortunately, what the World thinks is a goat is often a sheep. Don’t become confused.