More John Safran vs God

On to disc 2. I must say he's certainly an equal opportunity taker of the piss: no-one goes unscathed. In the Pagan department, there was an unusually subdued item in which Safran participated in an Asatru remembrance of the dead. I assumed at the time that he figured the loonies in costumes would be sufficiently amusing in and of themselves, especially the *lf-obsessed lady in the knitted Norman helmet; possibly his raising a cup to the memory of a departed rapper was an attempt to generate comedy, but failed, since the Vikings knew and admired said rapper. Anywho, the bloopers give the game away: the Pagans were just boring. Safran's cameraman reckons the only way they'll have a story is if they actually kill the *lf-lady. For exciting Pagan weirdness, he really needed to participate in a public spiral dance, although I think ultimately the quest for hilarity would always be defeated by the Pagan inability to take ourselves entirely seriously (with the exception of that loony Alexandrian sheramil mentioned, who's ripe for satire.)

This ought to be good

Well, after Zen meditation, being washed with chicken blood in Mozambique, helping out with a voudou goat sacrifice, etc etc, it's time for Mr Safran's exorcism. "You're walking flypaper for demons," explains the minister after going over the questionnaire.

ETA: "Lascivious voodoo dancing? Oh boy."

ETA: "I renounce having worn the undergarments of Mormonism."

ETA: Cleverly, Safran doesn't spoil it by saying he was faking, or got carried away with the thing, or what. I think the exorcist is a talented, sincere, and dangerous fellow.