An urban-vigilance 'matter' for the holiday-season featuring a nod to that offbeat shrewd detective/pseudo-angel Constantine (DC Comics), now featured in his own full-length film.






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CONSTANTINE: You want my watch, man?
HOODLUM (Demon): Treasure's watch...for a DC-night vision, hero-detective.
CONSTANTINE: I'm no angel, stranger...but I'm (all) materialism (ha).
HOODLUM: Damn you.
CONSTANTINE: Late-thought...I'll find my own way to the Western bank(s).
HOODLUM: Damn you; lucky you have that handgun/loaded.
CONSTANTINE: Sure, so vamoose.

What a life our hero-detective (Constantine) had 'wrought' for himself in the dark city nights of the nation's capital, as he searched for clues to this newest case linked to some 'alien' sightings in the alleys, of a deformed man-like 'creature-being' with green skin (Martian?) but with left paper-notes reading strange Christian End-Times messages about blood-diamonds and manmade warfare (e.g., Israel-Gaza)! Well, Constantine had become something of a 'wry' reaction-man in his 'watch' game for capitalism-race 'chess-stalemate' bridges to securities for traffic-confidence, serving as a night-time vigilante-detective with a sense of affable intelligence and daytime work writing ethics-fables about urbanization hopes.

CONSTANTINE: You say this club had multiples witnessing the 'alien' outdoors?
BARTENDER: They're frantic; they see the creature-man in the alley outside!
CONSTANTINE: One of these witnesses gifted you the alien's Christian note?
BARTENDER: "The mind is its own place...and Israel (like Chicago) may fall."
CONSTANTINE: No 'link' between recent cop-killings and the alien-creature, sir?
BARTENDER: My 'hunch' is this alien is Lucifer (the Devil) in disguise, for panic.
CONSTANTINE: Wow, good to see some 'good' religious fervor in a speakeasy.
BARTENDER: Thanx!

Constantine had become nothing short of a ray-of-light for the city of the Homeland and no one wanted to remember things that haunted US-history like Pearl Harbor and 9/11 and instead opted to focus on news-clips about the hero's detection of varied treasure/fortune/consumerism life defenses for the (basic) sanity of Homeland life (sure). Some say Constantine was behind some DC-bank gem-swap with miniature glass-animal figurines with a toy water-gun filled with HCL for a street-insurance commentary concerning distances to rumors of blood-diamond smugglers nets eroding American consumerism confidence (wow). Well, whatever folks said Constantine 'potentially' achieved, his actual deeds for confidence or sanity really did offer the city walking night-sanitation(s).

ALIEN: You're the detective?
CONSTANTINE: I might be a 'fallen' angel of the city (myself), stranger.
ALIEN: You've no 'inkling' I might be a Martian, hero?
CONSTANTINE: Are you behind those cop-killings, stranger?
ALIEN: What if I'm the Devil, Constantine?
CONSTANTINE: How'd you know my name, stranger?
ALIEN: Let's say I can (simply) 'smell' the intelligence of Americans, detective.
CONSTANTINE: You've some (real) agenda (here)?
ALIEN: Maybe...for you!
CONSTANTINE: What...you're Satan and I'm Job?
ALIEN: Are you satisfied with life as a hero, Constantine?
CONSTANTINE: Street-gossip's labeled me as a possible bank-heist suspect!
ALIEN: You're evading my inquiry (here), Constantine!
CONSTANTINE: Maybe we're now seeing a share/bond for materialism-chess.
ALIEN: You think to expel me from this dark-city, detective?
CONSTANINE: Maybe you'll vanish with super-speed now, but I'll trail you.
ALIEN: Wow...maybe man's got a gumption for Homeland valor.
CONSTANTINE: What's with the green-skin, stranger?
ALIEN: I'm a Halloween fan, hero.
CONSTANTINE: Devil's Night?
ALIEN: We part ways now, hero; but trail me...for 'American' journals.
CONSTANTINE: Fine!

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)

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