Guest Post: An Essay on Se7en. Eye in Pyramid.

seven4Was Detective Mills (Brad Pitt) being cucked by Detective Somerset (Morgan Freeman) in the movie Se7en? Directors have always hidden away secret nuggets for the discerning viewer and though not an explicit plot point, it is hinted at during the film.  Taking the time to dig into and analyze the movie, certain gems start to appear. Presented below are evidence that director David Fincher left bread crumbs for the hungry theorist to uncover the torrid affair between Somerset and Traci (Gwyneth Paltrow.)

What follows is a plot summary for those of you unfamiliar with the movie.  Se7en follows the story of two homicide detectives in a perpetually dreary, nameless city, tracking down a sadistic serial killer (Kevin Spacey) who chooses his victims and their deaths, according to the seven deadly sins. Brad Pitt stars as Detective David Mills, an energetic but naive rookie who finds himself partnered with veteran jaded Detective William Somerset (Morgan Freeman). Together they investigate grisly murder scenes with no clue as to who the killer could be.  The director, David Fincher, intentionally keeps his viewer from knowing crucial information which makes multiple viewings of the film a must, if one wishes to analyze it. No wonder that even though 21 years old, people are still theorizing about it and enjoying it to this day.

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It wasn’t rape if I don’t remember it, and I didn’t know he was underage, or that I was gay. What?

Now dig right in and see if Fincher gave us subtle clues about the beautiful woke interracial romance between Somerset and Mill’s wife.  The movie beat us over the head with the differences between Somerset and Mills and nothing sets up an affair like filling in a missing need for the disaffected partner.  Somerset was a world weary traveler, close to retirement, Mills was eager, ambitious, reckless. Somerset makes no mention of family or romantic interests and this sets the stage. The first clue we get is when Mills receives a phone call from his wife at work and asks to speak to Somerset.  Not only is this a slap in the face to Mills, but then later we discover she invited him over for dinner and didn’t ask her husband or even bother to tell him. Compounding this is the awkward dinner itself. The dialogue between Somerset and Mill’s wife traces an outline of two lovers who are trying and failing to not make it obvious to the other party.  Detective Mills seethes with rage during the dinner with no clear answers as to why, but a discerning viewer can clearly see the cucky pieces of the puzzle.

A further examination of Detective Mill’s wife Traci shows her character has almost no development in the film and very little screen time.  But, the screen time she does have tends to show her in a very dissatisfied light. She is unhappy that she has to leave her rural home and move to the big city.  Their apartment just so happens to have a subway pass under it and when it does it shakes everything like a mini earthquake. Her husband is always away at the office working  leading her to loneliness. Clearly the director is painting a picture of a disaffected young woman.During one scene she waits until her husband is in the shower and calls Det. Somerset.  Not only is this highly suspicious behavior but later on we find out she asks for him a secret rendezvous at a diner. The diner scene then takes an odd twist as we find out that Traci is pregnant and is scared to tell her husband.  Why would she be scared to tell her husband but not some police officer she barely knows?pitt1

Shortly after this Somerset has a brilliant idea on how to track down the killer’s apartment.  He supposedly uses illegal library information to find out who has been checking out certain books.   Might this be a convenient cover for already knowing where the killer lives? This leads him to the killers apartment where the killer fires off several rounds at the detectives.  All the shots miss even though a few minutes later, the killer is shooting out glass at more than 500 feet away. During the famous “box” scene the killer tells Mills that it is easy to purchase info from men inside his precinct. Why say this, both Spacey’s character and from the director’s point of view, what does this accomplish?   Somerset, who doesn’t seem very upset by all the commotion so far gets angry and slaps the killer when he mentions that Traci was pregnant. Why would this upset him enough to assault a suspect? Lots of suspicious behavior from Somerset, the killer and the wife.

So, is there sufficient evidence to suggest that Traci was having an affair with Somerset?  Maybe, but if not, then it seems to me like Fincher went out of his way to make you think something was going on.  The awkward dialogue, the strange looks, and the scene at the diner really seem to set the mood for a lurid love affair.  Mill’s character, it seems, not only has to struggle with a terrible apartment, an unlikable partner, but also an unfaithful wife.  Now go into your DVD collection, dust off that old copy of Seven, and pop her in. All the while being a detective yourself while you ponder whether or not Morgan Freeman was pounding dat ass!

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5 Times. I only banged her fives times!

Corporations are legal entities. They are alive. They hunger.

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Are corporations people?  Unless you are a flaming cuck-bot you answered yes.  You answered yes because it is the truth.  We the feckless, sportsball obsessed, consumer whore johns, have watched as hundreds of years have passed granting entities the rights of humans and done nothing to stop it.  Judges, ruling from the bench, have solipsistically granted life to faceless sets of books, charts of numbers, procedural documents and codes of conduct. These frankenstein’s monster’s take in human life and vomit up pain, and heartache, and suffering.  They produce beige committee produced non-offensive rubber protected plastic feces, guaranteed to do nothing but dull your mind into a stupor. Hail these corporations, they are our lords.  We kneel to Duchess Starbucks, and delicately fondle the testicles of Lord Apple as we fellate his protrusion, our money, our time, the lubrication, our posteriors raised in the air, expectantly awaiting.

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The more libertarian among you might scream in objection, “Corporations are run by a board of directors and the public who own the stock.”  If you honestly believe that you must also think that police are only out to serve and protect you, that most politicians live to serve the people and that our government never injected hundreds of people with syphilis just for fun.  Nature abhors a vacuum.  Power is never, ever, vacated for long, someone or something will fill the position.

So who sits atop the mountain of rules and regulations, the tower of file cabinets, the empire of cubicles?   Cuckstians will swear that the bible is what they believe in and that Christ was born of a virgin (unless they are true cuckstians and view Joseph as the pen-ultimate CUCK), and then turn around and deny that evil and malevolent entities exist.  Cuck-bags are wrong again.  Your own book says demons are real at least 7 times.  Their is absolute beauty in watching weak chinned cuckstians do mental somersaults to try to deny the existence of malevolent extra human beings.

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The plain fact of the matter is that demons, devils, god, demigods, etc, are all real, just like gravity.  We can’t explain them, we can’t account for their actions, and we sure as hell cant stop them, but denying their existence is as stupid as denying the existence of gravity.  These corporations are real, they are alive, and they do hunger.

Where does this end?  Hopefully with the corporations claiming first amendment rights finally creating mercenary armies, flying their flags on the shoulders of their soldiers,  and pushing hostile takeovers into the land of blood soaked reality.

 

The tide is about to turn. The pendulum must swing back. Thanks are in order. Part 1.

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Over the two glorious years since the birth of this blog there have been few who were brave enough to view it.  Even fewer still who had the intestinal fortitude to post.  The humble success of this blog (and rest assured it is quite humble) is due only to those who visit it, who comment here and inspire towards even greater depths of insanity.

This Turkey day, when people all over Cuckmerica give thanks to Aergia, the goddess of obesity and sloth, you, my dear readers, will be the recipients of my gratitude. When they clamour like zombies into a diseases infested greed and envy depository location, when they shout at their 89″ flatscreen altars to their favorite FAN totem,  when they fall into an insulin induced coma, we will be just that much sharper.

It is in this vein that I salute you.  As you may have noticed there is a small sliver of hope for this country to be rescued from the jaws of Moloch’s damnation.  With the positive feedback received from the one non-satire related post, expect more of that.  Expect truckloads of vitriol aimed squarely at the slack jaw of cucks. That, my friends, is your power.  The power of support.  So without further adieu and no more bloviating enjoy:

Eye in Pyramid: You have been my staunchest supporter.  Here from the very beginning and always around with an on point comment.  You truly get it.  Best post:

“What is more sexy than a man in uniform? Two men in uniforms making out with each other. Our Military is so watered down and culturally diverse, that practically any nation with a leader with two functioning testicles could defeat us. Perfect! That’s exactly what we want. Turn the greatest fighting force that ever existed into just another racially diverse place of employment. In fact our military doesn’t need strong men ready to kill and fight. What we really need our people who are heads of offices and have titles like Director of Ethnic Diversity Coordination! Such a beautiful title it makes seek-seek demons cry.”

This post contains your lunatic hilarity along with some points of worth you sneakily tucked inside.  Bravo.  For your reward please see this custom avatar built for you.  For a specific file type email me.eyeinpyramid

Craig:  I feel your hate and it strengthens me.  Your anger, your loathing, your staunch disgust at those perverts in power.  You are my brother from another mother (may justice find her)  Best Post:

“I actually see the deplorables sacrificing all the cucks and Hillary and everyone connected to her via business and politics to lord Moloch in much the same way the Aztec’s of old sacrificed their enemies to Quetzalcoatl (lord Moloch under another name)”

This post shows your zeal for righteous justice and the desire to turn the cucks own blood thirsty perversions back onto them. Bravo.  For your reward please see this custom avatar built for you.  For a specific file type email me.

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OleGrandPaSaid: You stare into the abyss and laugh at it right along with me.  There is nothing to fear when the enemy is evil, except for running out of ammo.  We when go down it will be surrounded by a pile of corpses and smiles on our face. Best Post:

I about damn died from a busted gut reading about that “we need our weave” part. Lmao. Then the proper answer, Moar. Praise him, lord Moloch for his will I’d being excised like wisdom teeth upon the unsuspecting cuck. Indeed even the cuck knows not that the time of the rapture begins with the words “your EBT card has been declined”. Btw, coincidence that the two things that matter most to exalted ones are EBT and BET? I think not, as only Moloch could be so sublime. Alas, it is only the restraint of daylight and the cardswipe that the jungle heathen eyes his query and waits. Soon he’ll have his prize, and Moloch will be exalted. It could only be sweeter if the hated ones (WASPs) would jump in a lake of fire after the requisite period or self hatred, but wait….just wait.

This post shows your desire to laugh into the teeth of the monster, and beg it to attack. Bravo.  For your reward please see this custom avatar built for you.  For a specific file type email me.

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Understand, I have a few more commenters who I haven’t had chance to get to.  There is a part two and there might be a part three.  Stay alert, Stay alive.