Vegetable actors are not in high demand. It is something I have no problem saying about the industry. Certainly I have made my career in film, but some of the work I have taken over the years... well, let's just say I'm not proud of every job. Most people are only familiar with my major work, Veggie Tales, and it troubles me to say that is the work I am not proud of doing. Don't get me wrong, I am grateful for everything Phil and Mike did for my career. I mean, before I met them I was only doing modeling work for grocery stores. I am a damn good looking cucumber, but I knew that I wanted to be an actor. Phil and Mike changed that for me, but still, Veggie Tales doesn't capture the true life of vegetables.
I will not deny that vegetables are filled with Christ's love. That is, in fact, widely documented. Not a day goes by when I don't raise my eyes to Heaven and pray that my faith will be just as strong as I have seen in so many carrots, zucchini, and stalks of broccoli. And yet, despite my knowledge that all vegetables are confirmed Christians, I find myself troubled. The story lines are so unrealistic. Vegetable pirates? Really? And aliens? I'll be the first to admit that vegetables need Christ as much as anyone, but vegetables aren't pirates. Why did Phil and Mike feel the need to corrupt the sanctity of vegetable life as it truly is? People need Jesus in everyday life and so do vegetables. There is no need to embellish story lines with extravagant adventure tales, when I and the other vegetables I see in the supermarket everyday are already in the fight of our lives to keep our faith alive.
I mean, just the other day for example, I was talking to my good buddy, Bob the Tomato. He and his friend, Tommy, went over to the farmers' market they set up down on Main Street every Thursday. Now, I know Tommy is a cliché name for a tomato. His parents just weren't that creative.
So they go over to the farmers market. Tommy's girlfriend had dumped him, but he was looking to get back out there. I personally don't look to the farmers' market when I'm looking for a lady. A lot of those organic girls can be, well, a little high maintenance. But they went over there, were chatting it up with some girls, getting on pretty well to hear Bob the Tomato talk. Then, out of the blue, they notice one of the girls is just snatched up. Kidnapped! In broad daylight! If that isn't a reason to pray, I don't know what is.
The story doesn't even end there. Bob and his buddy Tommy start noticing other tomatoes being picked off. They're trying play it cool, figure if they remain calm in the mayhem, maybe they'll be okay. So Tommy is chatting up another girl. Hits it off. I mean, Bob says there were definite sparks. Then, Tommy's new girl gets taken. He starts crying out to Christ. Praying. Just calling out to Jesus, asking for a little help, a little mercy. “Christ, why have you forsaken me?” you know, the whole deal. Next time a hand comes down, Tommy throws himself at it. He wants to go after her and save the girl. Noble, but stupid as ass. Bob's been praying for the pair of them for a week.
Tough situation. I feel bad for Bob. It's been awfully rough on him. I mean, we've all heard the stories. I met a potato a few weeks ago, goes by the name of Walter. Good guy. He'd seen his share of horror though, let me tell you. I mean, Walter's story is an inspiration.
He was pretty young when he got taken out of the ground, away from home. Then he was separated from his family. He told me they put him in a bag with a bunch of other potatoes he didn't know. Bag was dark, crowded. They were moved around for a while. Finally, the sack is opened up. Walter and a few other potatoes are taken out. They are scrubbed raw. Walter says he's heard he was lucky. Some people shave the skin off their potatoes. But not Walter and his comrades. They were the lucky ones. This woman, who scrubbed them down comes back with a knife. A fucking knife! She cuts up one of the potatoes in front of all of them. Then throws the bits of his body in boiling water. As if he hadn't suffered enough! Walter is the last potato left on the counter. The woman sees that she missed a spot when she scrubbed him. Puts him down for a second. Walter see his chance and throws himself off the counter, praying every minute of it for salvation.
Lucky for Walter he gets out of there and manages to find his way to safety. He wouldn't tell me about all the things he had to do to keep himself alive. Too devastating, he said. But can you imagine? I mean, he watched friends murdered in gruesome ways. I know the only reason he is alive today is his faith. I mean, without Christ, he would have given up. So honestly, you think we need pirates and aliens when our lives are enough to make anyone, man or vegetable, shit himself?
I've seen people struggle with faith too. I mean, it's hard not to question God's teachings sometimes. After all, why would God protect the swine and the hare from being eaten by man, but not save us vegetables? We don't have cloven hooves or chew cud, and yet we're clean! So sometimes it feels like I've been a bit forsaken.
Not only that, but we're tempted just as much any human by greed or lust or any other sinful notion. My own father, he fell victim to lust. He met this really pretty cucumber blossom, and he told me that they just couldn't contain themselves. They weren't married or anything and they just went crazy. I mean, my dad couldn't help but get pollen on his stigma. He was thinking with his stamen instead of with his eternal soul. That's why I'm here: the bastard son of an unholy romp. The other cucumbers used to call my mom the whore of Babylon. But you never see that in the movies! It's all glamor and glitz with theVeggie Tales movies, never truth.
All this leads me to the major problem I have with Veggie Tales. Mike and Phil are bearing false witness. First of all, they're fabricating lies about the vegetable community through their story line embellishments. They make our everyday lives look like a piece of cake when, in fact, I know carrots who live in constant fear of becoming a piece of cake. They defile truth through impossible scenarios!
On top of that, as much as it pains me to say this, I am not a vegetable. Neither is Bob the Tomato. We're fucking fruits! Forced to lie about who and what we are by the industry. Jesus, forgive me for living this lie for so long. I know convention has placed me in this role, but I long for truth, botanical truth. Jesus, it is your truth! Let this facade be broken down and let the world see me as I am: a fruit, crushed by the status quo, but a fruit that will not cease the battle now begun, the battle to enlighten the masses to the pure truth of my identity and your existence. God, I shall be your prophet for the vegetation of this world, for I am now an unencumbered warrior cucumber of Christ!
Until next time, dear reader...
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