Today we start a new series of posts, highlighting some of the more absurd things that people will
believe in once they stop believing in God. And where better to start than with the cult of Fry?
Yes, at the time of writing six million people in the world are zombies.
Worship of Fry is a strange phenomenon. Probably it starts with an appreciation of his skills (20 years ago) as a comedian.
Remember Jeeves and Wooster? Actually, that was Fry's first miracle: the scripts
were such a travesty of the original stories, and the performances were so hammed-up, that
he made P.G. Wodehouse turn in his grave.
The miracle of the unquiet grave.
It also gave Fry a reputation for intelligence, as if he himself (with a second-class degree)
were as brainy as Jeeves. In the words of Oliver Goldsmith:
And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew,
That one small head could carry all he knew.
Later, Stephen was to benefit from the "Robert Robinson" effect: by hosting a quiz show, you are
regarded as a clever person who knows everything, rather than just someone who can read the answer
to a question off
a cue card.
Oh yes, I also know about Mathematics, Physics, Chemistry, Biology, ...
Thus, once it was established that Fry's IQ was approximately 350, it was only natural for him to
write a few novels. They tend to be scatological and otherwise unsuitable for decent people, but they do have
the odd joke in them too.
What puts the great god Fry beyond criticism in the fact that he is
bipolar. This means that he allowed to be vicious and nasty to people he doesn't get on with - broadly speaking,
anyone cleverer than he is - and can play the "Ooh look, I'm bipolar like Elgar, Edgar Allan Poe, Florence Nightingale and van Gogh" card
if they respond. With the implication that he is somehow as talented as these people were.
One of Stephen Fry's best-known paintings.
Actually, most bipolar people manage to go through life without throwing public tantrums all the time.
So why is Fry considered to be a divine Being? Well, partly because he is omnipresent. Turn on the TV, and there he is
telling jokes about child abuse on QI. On the radio he is telling everyone all about Verdi and Wagner -
and possibly comparing their bottoms, but I didn't stay around long enough to find out. Perhaps you escape to the
theatre and see him playing Malvolio - don't boo, or he'll storm off stage. So you go to the pub, and there he is, telling David Cameron all about how
Russia needs more "Gay Pride" marches.
One of his pet hates is religion. You see, he cannot believe in any Being superior to himself, and it
annoys him. Instead of people going to the church of Fry to intone the mantra "Bottoms, bottoms, bottoms" on a
Sunday, they go to a real church and say "Kyrie Eleison" - or - if fans of Australian singers - "Kylie Eleison," at least
according to the Tablet. Also, even Pope Francis isn't going to go on any "Gay Pride" marches. Well, I think not.
A present for Pope Francis (not worn).
Yes, Fry's comments on religion make even Richard Dawkins look polite and erudite: for example, this
brilliant poem, evidently a product of his Edgar Allan Poe mood:
Mary had a little lamb
It's fleece was white as snow
All you religious ****s
Just **** off and go.
No more discussion with ***heads. Sorry.
(Since this blog is largely suitable for children, unlike the Twitter feed of Stephen Fry, I have had to do some
editing here.)
Oh, note the brilliant spelling "It's". All right, that's a cheap shot. A man who boasts of five degrees,
even if most of them are honorary, can probably spell "Its".
Baa! And you can **** off too, Mr Fry.
No, I'm sorry, I have tried to bow down and worship Stephen Fry, but it just isn't possible.
Definitely a false god.
