The cultural currency held by the writings of H.P. Lovecraft can be seen no more clearly than in the industries that have been built around parodying them. Cthulhu for President? Christmas Cthulhu? The plush Cthulhu I gave to the son of a professor friend of mine? There seems to be no end to it. Yet as banal as it sounds, these running gags of ours may tell us more about ourselves than we have ever imagined.
For your own Cthulhu: