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Saturday, July 03, 2004
Double word score


Chuck D - Indignantly cashing in

Chuck D from Public Enemy, after gaining wealth and fame in the RAP business doesn't want you to casually toss around the hip hop slang term "Mah Niggah", especially if you're a stupid white kid.

Featured prominently in a USA today article about the upcoming Sunday premiere of the documentary, The N word, on the cable channel Trio TV hosted all week by Chuck D, he laments, "Us accepting it is like somebody catching garbage and loving it."  And if a white kid, obviously ignorant to history of the word uses it?  "They don't know any better," he said. "I have to be aware of their intentions and put them in their place.

Now maybe it's just me, but I find Chuck D's position on language to not only be extremely ironic but also hypocritical.  The man wants you to buy his Public Enemy CDs, but doesn't want you (especially if you're a white kid) to repeat some of the lyrics, I guess.  In a further insult to the intelligence of anyone with a remote control, TrioTV is following up the premiere of The N word documentary with the story of Biggie and Tupac.  I don't want to sound like Bill O'Reilly on a Ludicris rant but, I have to ask what the hell?  Are you going to be serious or glamorize the hip hop message that a young black man can cruise the hood with his nine and all the bling-bling and booty on the planet are going to fall out of the sky into your Escalade?  Please.  Hypocritical Indignation?  Just shut up, Chuck. 
Fix it, brother

Another celebrity who is not only sick and tired of hearing the word nigger casually tossed around but, also is seriously critical of the pop culture of the black community, is Bill Cosby.  Just yesterday at the 33rd Annual Rainbow/PUSH Coalition and Citizenship Education Fund Conference, in Chicago, his plain spoken message again caused a stir.

In another USA Today article worth reading about the event, Cosby clearly addressed the critics of his earlier comments back in May, and challenged parents:

" Let me tell you something, your dirty laundry gets out of school at 2:30 every day, it's cursing and calling each other n as they're walking up and down the street "

I'll just repeat here what I wrote about the Cosby critics on Plastic:

Cosby is saying the same thing that Tavis Smiley and others have been saying for years, every year. Cosby, however, is an obvious master at comedy and sarcasm when in order to get his style of ' the fix it brother message' across to his audience, he said:
"the lower economic people are not holding up their end in this deal. These people are not parenting. They are buying things for kids--$500 sneakers for what? And won't spend $200 for `Hooked on Phonics.'"

The majority of the critics of Cosby are among the black leadership elite who feel they are also being personally indicted for some of the obvious social failings happening in the black community, such as: 70-80 percent of the next generation being born to un-wed moms, growing up fatherless in urban neighborhoods where poverty, crime, and unemployment is simply increasing and, where the kids are more likely to know someone with a felony record than a college degree. But don't get me started, either. Luckily, no one is likely to listen to a ranting white guy from Detroit, like me, unless my name was Marshall.

I applaud Cosby. He's at a point in his life where it doesn't matter to his career or the financial security of his family if he ruffles a few feathers. While the delivery of his message may be sarcastic at times, it cuts through the snobbery of political correctness and it's being heard.

Thursday, July 01, 2004
Saddam's Evidence Shocks Criminal Court


Thunderstorms in the Imajica exclusive

Thunderstorms in the Imajica breaking news shocks South Park residents

In a news story whose quantity of spun headlines is undoubtedly giving good Noam Chomsky a full blown woody, people in the news and propaganda business are working overtime to tell their readers and viewers what happened for 30-minutes in a criminal proceeding in Bagdad, Iraq today.

Everyone everywhere is talking about the court appearance of Saddam Hussein.

 USA Today  In an Iraqi court, Saddam hears charges and scoffs
 Bloomberg News  Hussein Defies Court's Authority, Says He's Leader
 N.Y. Times  First Public Appearance by Former Dictator in 7 Months
 Canada News  A defiant Saddam Hussein appears at hearing in Iraqi court
 Reuters UK  Saddam and 11 aides to face tribunal
 Radio Netherlands  Saddam hears the charges
 Islam Online  Defiant Saddam Denies Charges, Slams "Theatre" Trial
 South Africa  Saddam refuses charges
 Xinhua China  Defiant Saddam rejects charges against him

















Fortunately for you, I'm here to tell you what really happened.
YCMTSU?




Wednesday, June 30, 2004
Mind Melding


The original Spock

From the last few storms here about politix and religion, and even porn, I have mostly been dumbstruck by the similarities between things that are very old and things that are new.

I have been working on the Verissimus and Web-Litter blogs most recently, so my thoughts have been occupied with those two things, besides the normal distractions and concerns of having a life in 3-d space and time.

But when I read, or perhaps I could honestly say, studied the Meditations of Marcus Aurelius for the Verissimus blog, I came away with one odd observation from it at the time.  That being; Marcus Aurelius was very much like Star Trek's Spock; and the Stoicism which I felt I may have learned from him was not like the flavor from Diogenes, the Dog Boy, from whom Alexander the Great even sought knowledge, but perhaps something beyond his time -- more like Saint Francis of Assisi -- a thousand years hence -- but Marcus' Stoicism was more like that of a Vulcan, extolling the virtues of logic and reason with a disdain for physical pains and pleasures.

And not to get in a long discussion here about the merits (or lack thereof) of Stoicism, or why logic (and the ruling part) should trump any desires of the physical form, but I did want to say, how odd is this?  That the Roman Emperor of the second century, who was no great fan of christianity, would repeatedly extoll the virtues of not only an abstinence from physical pleasures but, also even the deleterious effects of thinking in that manner.  And that his manner of philosophy, of thinking, would square up solidly on this point with those of the modern-day BAC christian belief?

When you read Verissimus, the Spock vibe comes through.  Perhaps, the writers of Spock's character had these ancient Romans, or maybe the Stoics in mind.  Star Trek episodes always seemed very allegorical, like short Sci-Fi fables.  Given the times, I always wondered who the writers of Star Trek were thinking about when they told stories that expanded and explored the future nature of our species and that of the Vulcans, Klingons, or those dudes with the two blue antennae sticking out of their heads.

Anyway, it strikes me as odd, or just interesting, that the ancient Stoic belief by the Roman Emperor, Marcus Aurelius, would not only be so like that of a Vulcan but, also like what I've read a faithful Born-Again-Christian should pursue as a lifestyle.  What?!  

We've all heard of the phrase "your body is the temple of your soul", or something very similar, in religious teachings.  The same concept is repeated constantly in the Meditations.  Your soul, the ruling part, whether or not it is or is not eternal, is from God, or gods, or the universal consciousness, (or not); but whatever the case may be, it is far more important than your body, which is subject to the desires, pleasures, and pains of life; and is also subjected to growth, change, demise and death.

And while it may be the BAC ideal to have no pornography in the world -- to tempt us, to weaken our souls, to lead us astray from the straight and narrow path -- I think the world would not be so very ideallic without it.  I think, like most things which have been known commonly to be called vices, that one may be ideally better off without them but, is probably healthier now to have suffered with them in moderation than to have never experienced them at all.

Some people, in order to teach and promote (proselytize and witness) their version of the BAC religious ideal, foister guilt and shame on the believers, rather than using reason and logic to make their argument.  Whether it is because of a holier-than-thou attitude, or sheer laziness, I don't know.  Rather than taking the time to learn and then teach reason and logic, perhaps it's just easier to tell a young person that God kills another kitten every time they masturbate.

The problem with that approach is easy to see.  After a child realizes there is no Santa Claus, Easter Bunny or Tooth Fairy, it's not a great leap in the logical little thinking machines to reason that everyone around them has been lying to them about other things, too.  A child quickly understands that you have been lying to them all along and using emotional guilt and shame as a means of control over them.

And then, because it is the nature of all humans beings to be free from the control of others and be in control of their own lives, children then learn to distrust these BAC beliefs of a judgemental (or loving) god.  The god of their parents vanishes in their minds quicker than the Easter Bunny.

Monday, June 28, 2004
Roger and Me go Bowling for Fahrenheit 911


The 300 pound gorilla tipping the scales away from Bill O'reilly ...

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 StumpsRoger 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.

It is the film that was loudly applauded at the Cannes Film Festival; the film that became the focus of intracompany feuding at Disney over distribution rights; the film that pissed off Ray Bradbury (well, the title did); the film that the Motion Picture Association of America gave an R rating, despite the legal assistance of former New York Governor Mario Cuomo and supporting testimony from industry executives.

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.

Sunday, June 27, 2004
Dear Big Fundie Brother


Take the blue pill, Neo.

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.

Oh, and tell Lam Nguyen that I did his job for free -- keeping the porn legal on Imajica BBS for years.  Tell him, "You just have to pace yourself."

 
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