“”It was interesting to read the Wikipedia entry, which was no doubt written by snickering Leftists:””
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They (the minions) can snicker all they want, since it’s how they roll whenever they’re trying to marginalize their opposition and convince others that the truth being presented is bunk. It’s the same stuff as the devil convincing humans that he doesn’t really exist. Only fools believe that Satan and evil are not real. Fools easily led down that wrong path through the ‘wide gate’.
Exactly.
DR. MARTIN: Hmm. Well, you know, if that's the case, your side's not doing too well.
NEFARIOUS: Do you really believe that, James?
DR. MARTIN: Yeah. We've never been freer. Literacy is at an all-time high. We're working to eliminate racism. Intolerance. Gender inequality. People can...People can love who they want. Be who they want, do what they want. Diversity is no longer a dream. Hate speech is no longer tolerated, and politically, we're reclaiming the moral high ground.
NEFARIOUS: (SOFTLY) James. (IN NORMAL VOICE) I think I love you. Literacy, James. James, the average high school graduate reads at a sixth-grade level. You have basketball players making $30 million a year decrying racism. All while wearing sneakers made from slave labor.
Now, here's something for you. Right now, your world currently has 40 million slaves. More than the Romans had at the height of their empire. And you want to know the best part, though? Half of those, half are sex slaves, James.
As for hate speech, well, you want to hear some irony? We didn't even come up with that one. You did it all by yourself. (CHUCKLING) Sometimes you amaze even us. I fail to see the humor. (NEFARIOUS LAUGHING) Bottom line is you're done. It's over. That's it. And we did it all right to your face, James. And now there's evil everywhere. And no one even cares.
DR. MARTIN: Yeah, I don't agree.
NEFARIOUS: Proving that we achieved our goal. Slowly with your movies, and your TV, and your media, we desensitized you, redirected your worldview to the point that you can't even recognize even when it's right in front of your face.
More to the point, James, you can't even feel it when you're doing it.
And as for winners and losers... Whoa, whoa, whoa. Like, it's decided at the time of death. The exact numbers are a closely guarded secret, but there are more of you ending up in my master's house than with the enemy. (WHISPERS) A lot more, Jimmy.
NEFARIOUS: (LOUD WHIRRING) They're testing out the generator. Why? Because Old Sparky doesn't exactly run on batteries now, does she? (WHIRRING STOPS)
DR. MARTIN: I thought all executions were lethal injection.
NEFARIOUS: Nine states still offer the chair. It's an option for the condemned. No one chooses it.
DR. MARTIN: Except you.
NEFARIOUS: Except me. Why... Why... Why the chair? I don't like needles, James. Why do you think? It's my parting gift to Edward.
A tidal wave of voltage coursing through his body, so extreme that his body will attempt to arc out of the chair. He'll urinate, defecate, and vomit all at the same time. Sickly, sweet smell of burning flesh will permeate the chamber. His eyeballs will melt when the blood inside his cranium reaches the boiling point. And his head will just burst into flames, and the best part about it, James, is he won't die on the first try. So hit him again, and again.
I can't think of a more fitting introduction into damnation. It's so horrible. It's wonderful, James. Only crucifixion is worse, but that really wasn't on the menu though, was it?