Celebrating Reason

The Harvard philosophy professor visiting New York City reflected on the controversial billboard that he had seen saying "You KNOW it's a Myth. This season, celebrate REASON."

The Harvard philosopher recalled how an earlier generation of atheists once celebrated Reason.

Back on November 10th 1793 in Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris, France during the French Revolutionary Reign of Terror, a group of French atheistic revolutionaries had held a Fete de la Raison (Festival of Reason) in which a French prostitute was dressed up as the Goddess of Reason and lay on the High Altar in the Cathedral.

He wouldn't mind celebrating Reason in such a fashion with a prostitute on the High Altar of Saint Patrick's Cathedral in New York City.

That is if he could find a prostitute that would be truly worth banging.

One who was a total knock out.

It was then that he saw the super sexy and incredibly beautiful redhead standing there in the white sweater, short black leather micro mini skirt, black silk fishnet nylon stockings and spiked stiletto black leather boots.

The woman seemed to glow like a neon light in the falling snow of New York City.

"How much?" the Harvard philosopher asked as he approached her.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked in a sultry voice.

He told her.

She laughed, "Well, why not a little re-enactment of French history?".

She took a cell phone out from under her belt.

"I have to call my..." she didn't finish the sentence.

"Pimp?" the Harvard philosopher interrupted.

She laughed, "That's a good name for him."

She read the reply that said, "Go 4 it."

They walked into Saint Patrick's Cathedral and the Harvard professor acting like a Christopher Hitchens on steroids knocked the crucifix and the candle stands off the altar.

He threw the short skirted redhead on top of the altar and after shouting, "In the Name of Reason, Amen" tore off her skirt and ripped through her pantyhose and then penetrated her...

Within seconds, he was screaming as the intricately designed mousetrap in her vagina closed tightly on his penis.


* * *

"This is startling imagery coming off the Cyborg Sophia's camera," Amadeus Emanon said with his usual tone of classic understatement as he looked at the computer screen.

Renfield R. Renfield was laughing his head off.

"But I thought the intended victim was to be a leading New York politician," Amadeus looked quizzical.

"It was," Renfield continued to laugh, "but when Sophia text messaged me what this guy had in mind- banging her on the High Altar of Saint Patrick's Cathedral- me with my great sense of fun gave the go ahead. I thought the testing of my new mousetrap on the High Altar of Saint Patrick's just gave a certain ambience to everything."

"Who was this poor snook?" Amadeus asked.

"I believe some atheistic professor of philosophy at Harvard," Renfield answered.

"But you're an atheist yourself," Amadeus pointed out.

"But I'm also an artist and entertainer seeking to push new boundaries," Renfield continued to roar with laughter.


* * *

"To boldly go where no man has gone before," the voice of Captain James T. Kirk intoned on the TV set belonging to the patient in the hospital room next to the Harvard philosophy professor.

"Sometimes that's not always a good thing," the professor groaned in a very high-pitched whisper.

To be continued.