Soon: Chapter 28: HOLYwood Wealth
Hey, guess what???
THERE IS ANOTHER WAY IN WHICH ATHEISTOPIA KICKS ASS
And Ranold, the only tolerable character in this part of the story, points it out:
“You should have seen this city before you were born, Paul. Smog so thick you wouldn’t have been able to see the houses. Thank technology–primarily electric-powered cars and trucks–for cleaning that up.”
Let’s just add it to the list of things cured in Atheistopia: cancer, homelessness, pollution…
Oh, Atheistopia, will you ever stop being awesome? *swoon*
A recurrent theme rears its ugly head once again, here in L.A.: Paul’s all-c0nsuming jealousy of anyone who has more than he does.
It’s pretty fascinating to compare other works on the LaHaye and Jenkins booklist. As we see over at the excellent Apocalypse Review, LaHaye hero Joshua Jordan just can’t live without his creature comforts. And when I say “comfort,” I really mean it: two homes (one a Manhattan penthouse and one a mansion in the Rockies), a private jet, and a luxury hotel triplex even when he is hiding from federal agents.
Paul Stepola isn’t so lucky. He’s a middle-class guy pulling down a government salary. He’s plenty comfortable–owns a house and his wife can afford to stay home with the kids, and his job involves some awesome travelling all over the world, but for Paul, it’s always about what he doesn’t have. Arthur Demetrius has a huge office. Donny Johnson has a limo and wears custom-made suits. And those are nothing compared with Paul’s downright obsessive jealousy of studio chief Tiny Allendo and all he has.
It’s almost enough to make Michael Murphy seem likeable. Sure, he’s a pompous blowhard, but I can somehow imagine Mikey being quite comfortable on an old Barcalounger, drinking cheap beer and eating chip dip with a spoon.
Here are only a few of the reasons why Paul should be jealous of Tiny: Tiny is five inches taller than Paul. He dresses in the latest style, owns a hugemongous mansion, has a staff of dozens.
The marble-and-stucco home was the most lavish Paul had ever seen. Everything was sleek and ultramodern…
Hey! Just like New York City!
…and custom-made, from the furniture to the draperies and linens.
Seriously? Paul knows enough about draperies and linens to know if they’re custom-made? I feel like he would consider that “girl stuff.”
Paul’s private bath was as large as his living room at home.
Paul, it’s not always all about you.
Tiny also has a pool, natch, and there are always hot chicks frolicking in it. And Paul’s big first decision of this mission is whether to wear casual clothes or businesswear to the poolside lunch.
But the worst thing, the thing that really drives Paul up a wall, is the gold fountain outside Tiny’s house, that sprays water one hundred feet into the air.
More on that fountain is coming up.
And next time, what movie would you like to “interact with” in Atheistopia?