I was helping him bake cupcakes for the big bonfire the next day. By helping, I mean I was trying not to jizz on his batter when he stepped out to smoke.
"What," I said. "Just because I'm non-practicing doesn't mean I've lost my faith in Cthulhu."
"But this is more than being active in the cult," he insisted. "This is fighting for our faith."
Look, I see their point. I know how this depiction of the Greatest of the Elder Gods, He Who Waits And Causes The World Anxiety in His Slumber, He to Whose Sludge We Are Spawned, He Whose Almighty Tentacles Shaped the World and Shall Destroy It, could have been offensive. I imagine Saddam's children would have been offended too had their father been depicted as a soft, warm-hearted leader who ruled democratically like a shaved vagina.
Do I find this image offensive? No, BUT I can understand why some people would find it so. A lot of worshipers draw their personal strength from their faith in the great, fearless and fearsome Cthulhu. When they were starving, Cthulhu was there to give them the inspiration to sell their children to prostitution for food. When they were sick and weary, Cthulhu was there to cause them even more sickness and trouble. Indeed, there is no malaise in this world which we couldn't thank Cthulhu for. Putting that mound of pubic hair on his face is disrespectful to the great power to whose Wrath we are at the Mercy of.
Yet, we must look at the work and consider its intention before we start burning copies of the book, like in that fairy tale for children (if you haven't read "Sodom and Gomorrah" as a kid, I suggest you look for a copy now; it's an excellent, uplifting tale I first encountered when I was a 2nd Grade student in Notre Dame of Greater Manila).
Was the work meant to offend? Maybe. Or maybe it means to offend those who take Cthulhu's image lightly. Maybe it means to ask us how we've been connecting with Cthulhu lately. Maybe it means to incite us to react, stir in us reactions so strong that we would either question our faith or stand up for it.
In that sense, the work has served its purpose. As soon as the Can-toi Bishops of Cthulhu in the Philippines saw this work, they were organizing mobs and book bonfires.
But, what if we jumped the gun too soon? Was there really any harm in letting the cover art foster more discussion, provoke dialogue between those who have fallen into the cracks of disbelief and despair? Was Cthulhu's earth-shattering will ever threatened by this work?
What Would Cthulhu Do with this cover? Would he order its immediate eradication? Would he really be so petty as be affected by this?
I look at this cover, and I don't see hate for Cthulhu. Try as I may, I can't look at this artwork and see any reason to repress or suppress it. It's an artist's representation of his concept of Cthulhu, and his concept was meant to trigger reactions from the audience. Yet too soon did we deny others their right to agree or disagree with it when we decided to feed it to the Almighty Cthulhu's cleansing flame.
I may not be a practicing worshiper of Cthulhu. I haven't bled any virgins on my sheet and offered the blood to his Omni-reaching Tentacles. I can't remember the last time I beheaded an innocent, or when our family last celebrated R'lyehmas.
My faith in Cthulhu is personal. In my daily trials and tribulations, I turn to him to strike my enemies dead. When filled with envy for the success of others, I take a moment to thank Cthulhu that one of their loved ones may have mental retardation. I feel the warmth of Cthulhu's tentacles around my shoulders whenever I was feeling insecure for my failure to cause another person's complete ruin before I turn the age of thirty. And when the end comes, I believe that on Cthulhu's wings I shall soar over the razed landscape of my rival's utter destruction.
But, come on, guys. It's a fucking artwork. What harm can it do?
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