Common sense wisdom passed down for hundreds of human generations says something like "... there must needs be opposition in all things." And so, scientists, philosophers and prophets have given us plenty of examples like positive vs. negative, benevolence vs. malevolence, good vs. evil, wisdom vs. ignorance, und so weiter. You get the idea.
Increasingly, the politix in the U.S. has become more polarized, away from the common sense middle ground that makes no one particularly happy nor unhappy but, is fair, and now seems to be gravitating toward either end of the political bell curve wherein you'll find the few, the proud, and the extreme examples of either liberal or conservative thought. The only real downfall of this situation is that come election time most voting citizens have to choose from either of these extreme ends, oftentimes trying to cancel out the last extremist in a position of any power and our country has been on a political yo-yo diet for many decades because of it.
The only reason I mention any of my observations about it is because I wanted to bring up Michael Moore's Fahrenheit 911 for Movie Monday. You can briefly read what I blogged last year about Bowling for Columbine. After watching it, being disturbed by it, and yet laughing at it, I think I was more personally struck by the similarities between Moore and my friend, Dances with Stumps. Roger and Me seemed to be for the 1980's, Bowling for Columbine for the 1990's and I think no matter what your political views are, Fahrenheit 911 will become an important film depicting our time in this country right now.
If, like me, you haven't seen Farhenheit 911 yet (or even some that don't plan to ever see it), you might still be interested in the conversation going on over on Plastic about F911. It's no small wonder that MAYORBOB has major karma:
Fahrenheit 9/11, Michael Moore's caustic look at the "War on Terror" and the Bush family legacy of dealings with various players in the Middle East, has finally debuted in the U.S., specifically in Washington, D.C., to a crowd of enthusiastic invited guests, none of whom could be called a Bush partisan.
I wasn't particularly shocked that MAYORBOB's Plastic article generated over 300 comments in very short order from people all over the country and beyond but, I was very interested in the number of very thoughtful comments. It wasn't just a flame-war. It's worth checking out. Since I haven't had a chance to see it yet, please feel free to make some thunder here if you've seen Fahrenheit 911. I don't care if you loved it or hated it.
I'm so very glad I spent so many long nights tediously adding in my [>permalinks<] into all those past entries as a work-around for not having them here on blogdrive at the time. Do you want to know why I'm so very-to-the-Nth-degree glad?
Because while blogdrive's latest upgrades (even the free features) make my manhood swell, now I can go back, re-edit about 150 entries and remove my work-around in all of them. Or I may not even bother. It's not like anyone is going to care to read any of my past entries.
Who cares that the CIA has a happy little blue cartoon bear named Ginger on their web site that wants to take your kids on a virtual tour and while doing so basically teaches them that lying and sneaking around behind your back is cute?
While at the same time, John Ashcroft, who shall from now on be called Big Fundie Brother, wants to 'protect the children' from anything morally unacceptable beyond his puritanical views using our tax dollars to prosecute LEGAL pornography. I'm sure he'll find some cute legal justification to use Patriot Act provisions to further his investigations as part of the anti-porn crusade he embarked upon soon after raising his hand and vowing to (among other things) protect and defend the constitution. Maybe I should write him a nice open letter:
Dear Big Fundie Brother,
Hey, you uptight little ashcroft, we know where Buttman lives. The FOX News cadaver, Greta-in-Cistern, just interviewed him as well as Drew Oosterbaan, chief of the division in charge of obscenity prosecutions. Could you tell Drew that we understand that he went through high school as the ugly kid with a funny name and that going after and prosecuting the guys now who have beautiful naked woman around them all of the time isn't going to change his teenage humiliation?
May I ask, Big Fundie Brother, how many millions of our tax payer dough is going toward paying for your crusade by hiring people like Bruce Taylor? That Fundie idiot couldn't win against Larry Flynt, remember? And so now Bruce, Drew and you are going to crack down on consenting adults watching legal entertainment, right?
Let me give you this advice. Next Sunday, when you walk into your church, look around at all the snot-nosed little kids running around putting holes in the knees of their Sunday best. Look at the toddlers, and the infants, and the pregnant mothers bulging with the promise of new life. Now, how do you think they got there?
Absolutely everyone in that church on Sunday is there because at one time or another their own parents hooked up and did the nasty. As a matter of fact, many of those good people were likely doing it doggy-style only hours before Sunday School with the help of some Budweiser and a Pay-Per-View porno on Saturday night.
Now, look. You only have a few more months left in your job. Going after the cable industry is like biting the hand that got your good old boys elected. America doesn't like to have its sense of morality legislated by election-year politicians or prosecuted by zealots. Please stop justifying your job by catering to the technophobes who can't seem to fathom the purpose of their remote control to change the channel, or let alone operate the Tipper Gore V-Chip in their television sets, and are praying to their God daily for Judgement Day to end their terribly confused and miserable little lives. And, if this applies to you -- don't be angry if there's no more lead in your scrawny old pencil and stop venting that frustration by going after all the fornicators -- go talk to Bob Dole and take a chill pill, a little blue chill pill.
Instead of harassing Buttman for producing legal porn, re-assign Bruce and Drew (wait just a minute -- "Bruth and Drew get re-ass-thigned by Big John" -- nevermind) and please go find Osama bin Laden so I can be safe at home to masturbate to whatever legal pornography is left after you finish thumping away at all of our civil liberties.
Well now, this may be a nice time to tell you about a change in the weather around here. I prefer not to blog about myself, or for fuck's sake, blog about the blog too often. But, this first Fraggin' Friday back for me, I've decided to take a BFG to the blog itself. I'm nuking it. It's going to be messy around here for a while. I thought I should say something like -- I don't know -- put on your safety glasses. Prepare for Shock and Awe. Well, maybe that one's a bad metaphor.
I had more than a month away from almost daily bloggin' recently, as you might notice by that big hole in the calendar, from Mother's Day to Father's Day. While I missed everybody and everything*, the time away has helped me look at this site with more detachment. I put alot of time and effort over the months into Thunderstorms beyond simply typing up my latest rants. Change is a part of the nature of things.
Blogdrive did some significant upgrading on their end right before I left and while I was on my little digital hiatus. I like the upgrades they've made. The less time spent on form and function is more time that can be spent on content. One nice thing is that the handy-dandy permalinks I so lovingly MacGyvered manually into all of my entries are now standard fare and can be added automatically. The archives are easier to deal with. Another thing that I just found and tried out is the file manager. This saves me time from having to type in a 50 character Img Src URL so often. Now, I can simply select the happy little orange insert image icon in the WYSIWYG editor. Maybe the pages will load just that much faster. We'll see. I can tell you one thing, I'd get a serious digital woody if I had the coinage to pay blogdrive for some of their premium services about which I've read.
When I did get back online, I hestitated to even type up a blog entry for Thunderstorms. I like consistency. If I started bloggin' here again too soon after my break, I'd never get caught up on email accounts grown obscenely fat or anything else. One thing I did do for several days before returning was put 500 blog entries online at Verissimus. It's a good start. It's the equivalent of getting the foundation and rough carpentry completed for the construction of a house. While the site is functionable, I have alot more to get accomplished over there. It can wait a bit longer though. There are specific topics I need to do some more research on for Verissimus. Even though I selected different options in its configuration and layout than the ones used here at Thunderstorms, I was able to see how some of the blogdrive upgrades looked and felt there since it is newly created.
Unfortunately, in order to get Thunderstorms working well with the new upgrades, it seems it's just going to be easier to get that done by tipping this freaky little etch-a-sketch upside down and shaking it vigorously.
* "I hate everybody and everything. I hate everything about everybody"
- Don Imus
She is borg. You will be humiliated. Hypocrisy is futile.
You saw it here first: my idea for Illinois Democrat Obama's bumper sticker for his U.S. Senate campaign against Republican Jack Ryan. As most Republicans in need of votes do, Jack Ryan sucks up to the naive Born Again Christian contributors on his website with soothing words about the latest BAC hot button issue, same sex marriage, when he states:
" As an elected leader, my interest will be in promoting laws and educating people about the fundamental importance of the traditional family unit as the nucleus of our society. "
He goes on and on about it, of course. Jack Ryan is a handsome smooth-talking politician that would make any virtuous christian woman giggle from the sudden warmth between her legs as she was introduced to him by her Pastor. But according to the Chicago Tribune from Tuesday, (ID: readthesun, PWD: readthesun) he also enjoys having hot Borg sex in public.
" Republican U.S. Senate nominee Jack Ryan's ex-wife, TV actress Jeri Ryan, accused him of taking her to sex clubs in New York and Paris, where he tried to coerce her into having sex with him in front of strangers, according to records released Monday from the couple's California divorce file. "
It's no wonder that Ryan fought to keep the public court records of his divorce quiet since 2000. If he wasn't such a damned hypocrite, he would have probably cornered the Star Trek geek vote and perhaps even votes from people who don't care if the guy gets a little Lewinsky now and again. Instead, according to the Chicago Tribune on Thursday, "Ryan campaign explores exit strategy." Now faster than you can say, "Scotty, beam me up," fellow Republicans in their own political races couldn't start fleeing from Jack Ryan any faster than if the dumb bastard had [Perv666] on the license plate of his little red corvette with PeeWee's Playhouse on the dash DVD.
[In other news] Asking Dick Cheney about Halliburton makes him grumpy. During picture day on the Senate floor, Senator Leahy asked about the release of those pesky transcripts of his secret Energy Strategy meetings. Cheney replied, "Fuck you."
Thank you, C-SPAN. And I hope they don't fine you for airing indecent content.
YCMTSU: Election year Oz brings out brainless Scare Crows again
Let's see ... there was Dorothy, Toto, the Cowardly Lion, the Tin Man, and the Scare Crow. It seems that Nebraska, not Kansas, simply must elect Scare Crows in need of a brain to the U.S. Senate. It was Nebraska Senator James Exon who frightened the technophobic christians of the country by telling them that, "the worst, most vile, most perverse pornography is only a few 'click, click, clicks' away from any child on the Internet" and sponsored the Communications Decency Act to be part of the huge, sweeping Telecommunications Reform Act of 1996. Perhaps because Exon was a Democrat, Republican Speaker of the House Newt Gingrich had reservations about Exon's CDA but, he was obviously astute to the political game when he commented, "Clearly a violation of free speech and it's a violation of the right of adults to communicate with each other, but was I think seen as a good press release back home so people voted for it."
Both of these quotes are from the same transcript of the respected PBS show, McNeil Lehrer News Hour, sent out by Shabbir Safdar of the Voter's Telecom Watch (VTW). Some of you may remember me going ballistic back in 1995 and 1996 over Exon's CDA and all of its subsequent legislative permutations. I still have packets from Michigan's legislators. Imajica BBS became the anti-CDA coordination point for the VTW for the state of Michigan and we may have helped Senator Carl Levin to check his pair and vote against it. Regardless, you need only to scan the titles on this Electronic Frontier Foundation archive page to see how many lawsuits and court battles that the brainless, unconstitutional legislation caused back in the d-a-y.
Fast forward now to the present election season. Once again, a Scare Crow Nebraska Senator sponsors another smarmy 'protect the children' amendment. According to a Reuters News article,
"The U.S. Senate on Tuesday approved a measure to crack down on indecency antics on broadcast radio and television by sharply raising fines to as much as $275,000 per incident and up to $3 million per day."
In a Cowardly Lion move, the Senate passed this amendment by slipping it into the upcoming defense authorization bill. While the House still has to pass it, and someone in the White House has to sneak into Dick Cheney's desk and borrow his Dubya stamp pad, it's likely to become law of the land. No one is going to commit political suicide by voting against any defense related bill during this election year. Besides, who cares ... it's just extra fines against big, rich, liberal media conglomerates, right? You'll care when they start dumbing down radio content so far you'll be treated to Clear Channel playing that annoying Barney the Dinosaur song during your commute home after a particularly stressful day at work.
Once again, as citizens of this country, we are also treated to cowardly, brainless politicians who want to legislate our morality and take the heart out of the constitution for the sake of their own careers.
And what do you think is behind the wizard's curtain in Washington, O.Z.? Sadly, it's just the floppy middle-aged breast of Janet Jackson.