When I was in college, a prof had gave us an assigment in my lit crit theory class. We were all to analyze a work using as many different frameworks as possible. IIRC, one of my classmates managed to analyze The Hobbit using five different ones, including a Marxist analysis. We also spent some time on archetypes, and the necessity of a certain degree of repetition in dramatic forms.
The key, though, is in realizing the interpretative element involved. And, I would hasten to add, to leave the pipe dream to the 2am bull session the night before.
Your friend seems to have bought into his own bullshit. Some of his claims are simply laughable and/or manufactured. Either that or he’s recently read something by Robert Anton Wilson, dabbled in psychadelia, and much like good ol’ Kurtz, kicked loose of the world.
This, to me, actually seems fairly likely. If the names Hagbard Celine means anything to him, as the “Illuminati” seems to, then he sure as heck needs to Kill Bob and grind him up into the Perfect Burger.
Do I really have to analyze that? Mayor freaking McCheese is a force to be reckoned with? He is cunning? He’s a guy in a suit designed to sell hamburgers to children. When Mayor McCheese strikes you as cunning, it’s time to take a nap.
Then, of course, your friend goes on to invent (or shall I simply say pretend?) that there is any form of trinitarian symbolism at work. Three figures, chosen semi-arbirtarily, do not necessarily represent any God-form. No more than Winkin, Blinkin, and Nod do. Or the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick maker. Or past, present, and future…
Your friend seems to be obeying the Law of Fives.
Otherwordly? Ross, I have no idea what your friend was on at the time, but it must’ve been some heavy shit for Mayor McCheese to seem otherworldy. I must admit that I’m jealous.
If you’re ever somewhere on the road to Barstow with him, watch for bats.