TWILIGHT OF THE GOODS
Inspired by monster apocalypse movie posters, this is. But you say, the cross-hatchy, cartoonish way I draw is not what is usually used for these. I reply, paraphrasing the former FLOTUS. “I don’t care, why should you?”
Instead of trendier monsters, I’ve opted for some really old school harbingers of end times, the four horse[persons] of the apocalypse, as detailed in the Christian Bible’s Book of Revelation, that early example of monster apocalypse fantasy fiction. . .
because, it seems half (plus or minus three percent margin of error) of all USAers feel it’s not just a movie but an socio-economic apocalypse—a Twilight of the Goods, LOL. Last year, the last four years actually, it was the left half of the country and this year it is the right.
Twilight of the idols is more likely. So I’ve updated the riders and their vehicles to align better with how we do religion (a set of dogmas, myths and rituals that guide or control the individuals who subscribe to them) these days.
Increasingly people say “I’m spiritual, but not religious.” But it seems more to be the opposite; more of us are religious but not spiritual. In other words, we still align ourselves around articles—more like sound bites and videos—of unexamined faith in deities who are not at all supernatural but are actually fleshy creatures like the rest of us.
So here the eidolons, the demiurges of “The Twilight of the Goods” shown not as supernatural bringers of an apocalypse, but rather are all too human jerks, fully loaded with envy, pride, lust and greed. Believe it or not.
Let’s start with the rider of a white horse, the would-be conqueror, here that’s a politician, usually but not always a white man, for whom winning is all—you can’t be a politician unless you win, yes? “[A] crown was given to him, and he went out conquering and to conquer.”
Next rider, usually shown astride a red horse, is here herself red, redheaded, red in tooth and claw as well as attire, she’s a celebrity, a self marketeer who represent all such propaganda who “was given power to take peace from the earth and to make men slay each other.” No sword is necessary for her as her image is weapon enough.
The third rider (of the black horse) is the CEO, all about being in the black, all about profit for himself (“do not damage the oil and the wine!”) and minimum wage (“A quart of wheat for a day’s wages”) for everyone else. No longer “a pair of scales in his hand” rather a phone and a laptop used to tip balances in his favor.
Still astride the pale horse, impersonal and universal Death, doesn’t have a human face. It uses the other three riders methods “sword, famine, and plague” not just to control, harm or profit from but to kill. The medieval black face-hiding hoodie still works, but I added an assault weapon and a badge to update and politically balance the caricature.
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