“Gregory Akerman is not the devil. Last year Gregory was accused of being the devil (and he definitely isn’t). Thanks to Gregory’s petty, small minded nature, he was unable to let this comment slide and, in an attempt to prove this accusation wrong, Gregory shepherds us through a literary history of the devil, from Ahriman, the initial inception of a single personification of evil, to the current attitudes toward evil. Hopefully, by the end we will all see how Gregory categorically is not the devil. Along the journey we meet 17th century philosopher, mystic and travel writer, Emmanuel Swedenborg. With Swedenborg we get to wonder around hell, seeing how the place has absolutely no resemblance to Gregory’s flat.
Watch the comic critics are already calling “amateurish, tedious and pretentious” (Jay Richardson, The Scotsman) argue his unnecessary and ultimately fruitless case. Its learning, but you know … with jokes and shit.”
This is where I really started loving over researching dumb jokes.
Following a review the previous year which accused me of being the devil, I spend about 10 months trying to figure out if I was (included a meeting that almost ended up with some hardcore astral projection)