Showing posts with label Politicking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Politicking. Show all posts

Monday, November 9, 2009

Ponderings: or, possibly I am now a criminal

I... have not blogged.... for a week. And so now, it's time to blog. And yet here I am on Monday morning with a frustrating lack of things happening in my brain. I tried to Gchat a moment ago and nothing happened. Just no words.
Sooooo....
I just wrote this article for Whack! which was horrendously underdeveloped and kind of badly put together in the first place, but which I didn't have enough time to fix. And which I feel really weird about having written. Because in the article I make a case for people being less hysterically panicky about child molesters, aka sex offenders.
Because, here's the thing, I'm not in any way condoning really messed up things that people might do to children. We're not living in a day and age where forcing a prepubsecent child into a sexual situation is ok. I don't know that there would ever be a day or age where that would be ok. It skews the child's understanding of sex and what it means, turns it into a dark and painful thing rather than a joy, as it should be. Warps the growing-up process. Hurts everyone involved. It's wrong.
But I also think that because as a culture we're so terrified of the prospect, we've also gone a bit overboard with our definition of it and our desire to catch the bad guys responsible. I mean, I understand that the age of consent is high in most industrialized countries in hopes of preventing young people from being taken advantage of by older people. But there was a kid recently locked up for TEN YEARS on a statutory rape charge, because when he was seventeen he had oral sex with a fifteen year old.
That's not ok with me. He didn't really do anything wrong. Sure, she was fifteen and probably didn't really know what she was doing in the grand scheme of things, but, A) he was seventeen and he probably didn't really know either, and B) nobody EVER really knows, and C) he was only two years older! That is not the same as 35 year old man preying on a five year old child. It's not the same at all. And yet this guy will be forever labeled a sex offender. His life is ruined. For no good reason.
Consider the fact that there are cops posted to the ICAC (Internet Crimes Against Children) Taskforce who are undergoing serious emotional trauma because of the things they're forced to see at work. Consider that there are cops across the country posing online as young kids or the guardians thereof, offering sex with minors to perverts online. Consider that guys responding to these offers are often arrested without having committed a crime.
Consider that we are so terrified of child molestation that we get suspicious of any adult male near our kids. If a kid falls on the playground and a man is there to help them up and dust them off, we think "pervert" instead of "helpful." It's weird, isn't it?
And, in another vein but still under the general premise of this conversation, consider the fact that a fifteen year old "girl" in this day and age has probably been getting her period for three or more years, developed a fully functional adult body, and is horny as all hell. She is probably not really mature enough to understand or interpret her horniness adequately, but those are the facts.
Also consider that there is a thriving industry based on "barely legal" female porn performers who 'just turned eighteen.' Many of these girls might not be eighteen yet, and many others are barely over the line. It's ok to jerk off to them, though, because they're 'legal.'
Furthermore, consider that as animals, we are biologically programmed to find young adults attractive. Younger females tend to be healthier and more able to have healthy babies. Younger men tend to have more energy, be faster and stronger and more able to bring home the bacon. While TOO young is obviously not ok from a moral, social, OR biological standpoint, the fact that lots of guys get off to 'barely legal' porn isn't so much gross as biologically expected.
Of course there's a line between what's ok and what's not, but it seems to me that we are so terrified of people crossing it that we've made the line a thin, solid black one separating the adults from the children in a world where it's a much more grey, fuzzy line that covers a whole lot of territory.
And I think we need to figure out a way to be less panicky and more comprehensive about it. I don't have any anwers to the problem, but it's been on my mind and it bugs me.

Ok. So that's the premise. Does this make me a bad person?

Thursday, June 25, 2009

David Bowie = Macaulay Caulkin + Nick Frost < Mark Sanford


Laziness is setting in... This week has been unaccountably long so far and quite busy and I'm starting to feel my energy level drop out from under me. Rather than losing it entirely by pushing myself too hard, here are some bits of awesome I've found scattered about on the cluttered floor of the Internetz.

1) From Overheard In New York:

Random hipster: If David Bowie had wheels, how much would you pay to ride on him?
--St. Mark's Place
(You guys know my answer to that question.)


2) I have to find a way to watch this show somehow, even though it airs in Britain. A sample question for the contestants:
Q: Macaulay Culkin is a child, but can you name an adult?
A: This was not as easy as it seemed, as the only acceptable answer was Tom Petty.

3) Speaking of British shows I love, check this out:


4) Taking a break from laziness, can I please just take a moment to ask why this story about South Carolina Gov. Mark Sanford having an affair is such a big deal that it warranted front page placement in both the NY Times and Wall St. Journal (and probably many others - those are just the only 2 papers I see in physical paper form every day)?? Every time another politician admits to having had an affair, and the media goes crazy, and people start acting as if this is a HUGE story like Atlantis has fucking surface from the bottom of the ocean and our understanding of the world has irrevocably changed, I just scratch my head. I mean... Oh my gosh, somebody is having an AFFAIR? Well, isn't that novel. Oh, wow, and it's a POLITICIAN? Who knew politicians, those upstanding and morally unimpeachable pillars of the community, could have affairs? Isn't it shcoking?

....No, no it's not. LOTS of people have affairs, and politicians have probably more than average. Isn't this common knowledge by now? How many political sex scandals have to break per week for us to get this through our heads? Holy crap, people, calm down. Why should what a governor does with his dick have to have ANY impact on what he does for his state and constituents? I just... I don't get it. Can't we focus on something pertinent to something, please?

/end grumbling

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Oh you've got terrorists? We've got dead pilots...


Woah, you guys, have you seen this? There is a Boeing 777 with 247 passengers on board, about to land at Newark Internationl Airport any moment now, coming in from Brussels, with a dead pilot on board. The guy, who's been working for Continental Airlines for over 20 years, was 62 years old, and the flight crew reports that he just up and died in mid-flight "of natural causes." Everything appears to be fine as far as the actual flight goes, since there are two first officers aboard who took control of the jet quite commendably while the rest of the flight crew carried the dead body out of the cockpit and into the crew rest area after it had been declared dead by a medical doctor who happened to be on board.

This. Is. SO. Awesome.

I mean, let's just take a look at the multiple ways in which this news story is making my disgustingly soggy and dreary Thursday morning less crappy through osmosis, shall we?

1) I'm reading the book "Stiff" by Mary Roach right now, and just last night I finished the chapter about how cadavers can and cannot be used to determine the causes of plane crashes. The chapter basically went in depth about the multiple ways in which one can die on an airplane when something goes wrong. So I was feeling pretty nervous about the prospect of flying there for a good 12 hours or so, after reading that your best chance of surviving a crash lies in either a) being male (so you can push people out of your way), or b) flying first class. Neither of these were looking like options to me. But then, I got to work today, and voila! Fears dissolved! If I fly on Continental, which I OBVIOUSLY will from now on, my pilot can literally croak during my flight OVER THE OCEAN and I can be safe. I'm feeling pretty good about this.

2) Did I mention that the guy died? Mid-flight? I find this hilarious because, well, I know there are lots of ways in which people can just suddenly keel over with little or no warning, but doesn't it seem like somebody should've maybe taken a good look at him before he got behind the controls of a 777, for God's sake, and said, "Hey, Mr. Pilot, you're not looking oh so very healthy right now. Maybe you should call out today and get another pilot to do your international, trans-continental, ocean-crossing flight"? Doesn't that seem like a reasonable expectation? But, oh well, he died, everybody else is fine, and according to a spokesman for the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey, "this is not an issue for us."

3) And, hey, I agree with that guy. Everybody who reads this, I would hope, has probably seen or heard the Lewis Black standup routine about how he thinks that to really scare the crap out of the terrorists, we should vote a dead president back into office. Reagan, perhaps, because that would convince them that we're crazier than they are and they should probably back the hell up. I totally agree - when the crazy get guns, one has to get crazier, I always say. And what better way to send a message to any possible plane hijacking terrorists than this? I think we should media-frenzy the crap out of this one. "Oh, yeah, you want to come on board and kill our pilot and terrorize our passengers? Yeah, well we don't CARE. This is NOT AN ISSUE FOR US. We fly around with dead pilots all the TIME. You do not scare us. In fact, now that our pilot's dead body is hanging out with the flight attendants and they've drawn some funny stuff on his face with Sharpies, let's dress him up as a stewardess and tie him to the beverage cart, just for a laugh." I can get behind this kind of mentality. Terrorists, schmerrorists.

4) And let's not forget - let's NOT FORGET - that a medical doctor who happened to be aboard the plane declared the pilot deceased. This means that, on this flight, one of the flight crew had to step out of the cockpit and say: "Is there a doctor aboard the plane today?" Or, maybe, for kitsch value, "Is there a doctor in the house?" It's like a cheesy movie. It's like Airplane. It's like Snakes on a Plane. It's like... awesome. Just awesome.

Friday, January 30, 2009

Fried brains on Blagojevich

Well everyone, it's been an eventful week. I've been out and about almost every night and furiously working during the day on niche-ing my blog, networking with other writers, and even -yesterday- registering for a class that promises to kick my ass into gear on a book project by the end of March. I had to celebrate the registration for the class, of course, because once it starts next Tuesday I'm sure I'll be working my behind off for the next few months and won't be celebrating much of anything. So celebrate I did, and inebriation followed. And this morning, accordingly, my brain is fried.

So this post won't be worth much. But I've been reading about former Illinois Governer Rod Blagojevich getting booted from office yesterday after a unanimous vote by the state Senate. The guy has been accused of rampant corruption and general sliminess, and while many people are shocked and dismayed and disappointed, and others are probably unwilling to believe he really tried to sell Obama's US Senate seat, all I can say is:

You guys honestly expected this guy NOT to be corrupt and sleazy? Really? What on earth would make you think he'd be an upstanding guy? I have three very good reasons to suspect him of being a dirtbag without even knowing the details of the case:

1) He got his start in Chicago politics. I only lived in that city for ten months and it was made abundantly clear to me that Chicago is a seriously corrupt city. It's so racially segregated I hardly have words to describe it, and police brutality against black people is so routine it doesn't even get attention from media anymore. The entire city is located squarely in Mayor Daley's pocket - the guy is now in his SIXTH term as mayor, and his dad was mayor for 21 years. Something smell a little fishy about that? You don't know the half of it. Without going into details, let me just assert that my impression of Chicago politics is that in order to climb one's way up the ladder, one must either work one's ass off and be as perfectly upstanding and clean as humanly possible (a la Barack Obama), or, if you're like most politicians out there, you're a slimeball. Blagojevich is clearly the latter. He's even admitted it, telling the New York Times that the climate in which he made it to the top in Chicago was one of "You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours."

2) His name is ROD. I don't think I need to explain why that's a bad thing. Just say it out loud. Now, try to imagine actually calling someone that as if it's that person's name. In your mind, does that person look like the kind of guy you can trust? Probably not. My advice is this: Never trust a dude named Rod, not with keeping a secret, not with watching your pet, and CERTAINLY not with stewardship of your state.

3) LOOK at the guy! What a TOOL! How on earth did he get elected in the first place?




Seriously.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Can I get a Hallelujah?

I'll admit, I was just as head-over-heels balls-to-the-wall batshit-insane in love with the idea of Obama becoming our President as the next media-drenched loser. I have bought T-shirts, canvas bags, and even baby onesies with his face on them. I tried to pump up friends and family to vote for him, and I did cry a little during his acceptance and inauguration speeches.

All along, I felt a slight twinge of hesitation to throw myself at his feet and offer myself up wholly to him, since after all he's just a man. And a politician at that. I couldn't necessarily put all my trust in him to do the right thing at all times, no matter how much I thought him capable of doing so. And I still hold to that - who knows what might happen and what he might end up doing? Nobody.

But. As of now. My GOD I love the man. He's been in office for almost a week exactly, and he's already being a total hardass about the environment. After years and years of watching my highest priority not just ignored but actually chucked out of the White House and by the Wayside by a bunch of ultraviolent, greedy hooligans, things are starting to move forward.

Check THIS out: Obama is pushing for higher fuel efficiency in all cars BY 2011, by telling the EPA to reconsider a request by California (which would then be followed by at least 13 other states, including New York) to "set its own rules on greenhouse gas emissions from cars and trucks"!

As was pointed out by the NY Times, this is significant for many reasons, but one that can't be overlooked is that while Bush specifically broke a campaign promise to regulate the amount of carbon dioxide put out by America, but Obama has begun his presidency "with a clear signal that he will not hesitate to use the regulatory levers provided by the Clean Air Act and other federal statutes to fight global warming."

"No single issue is as fundamental to our future as energy," said Obama. "The days of Washington dragging its heels are over." In what could be seen as a stark jab at the Bush administration's equivocal approach to climate science, Obama said, "My administration will not deny facts. We will be guided by them."

Hell yeah! Take that, all you lazy, oil-hungry sods who tried to pretend everything was coming up roses when it was actually burbling up DOOM. He takes this seriously, and it's about damn time. Tough love to all you car makers, and tough luck to anyone trying to deny what's actually happening to our environment and humanity as we keep sucking on the dried-up tit of the earth's oil resources. These attitudes are going to have to stop, or at least be buried under the avalanche of science.

I'm thrilled because Obama is actually following through - immediately - on his promises to restructure the ways in which Americans use and think about energy. He campaigned on a promise to push America toward energy independence and responsibility toward the environment, and only a week in, he's already advocated the use of $54 billion from his proposed stimulus package toward modernizing the electricity grid, pouring more into research on alternative energy sources, and building new jobs in new energy to replace the ones that will be lost in the bad economy. He's now pushing for fuel efficiency in cars driven in America



I am so jubilantly happy that I can't even write a decent blog post about this. So, sorry, that's all she wrote for today.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Oh, boy. This feels so good.

Ladies and gentlemen, in the words of the ever-wise and ever-sexy John Stewart, I give you "your Moment of Zen."

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Fun links for a Wednesday

Well, I haven't come up with anything groundbreaking to say, except to reiterate how much I sincerely admire and kind of have a crush on Barack Obama. What a guy. How nice is it that I can honestly say, with no reservations, that I think our President is a really great person? It feels so GOOD to say that.

Anyway, to help you get over your post-inauguration let-down blues and through hump day, here are some fun links and other goodies:

Go Around Twice If You're Happy, a public art piece in Dubai. It warms my cold January little heart.

On my favorite site, Overheard In New York, here's a funny bit from a guy who may have been trying to direct someone to my old apartment near Fordham:
Guy on cell, giving directions: So you take the D line... No, D as in "David." D! D! A, b, c, d! (pause) No, D. Okay...then you walk down to Hoffman Street... Hoffman Street, as in "Dustin Hoffman." He's that actor, with a big nose, that you really like, the one that's in that movie about your life...yeah...yeah! He's a cross-dresser! Tootsie! That's you, bro!

--Arthur Ave

Overheard by: eternal student


Here's a site for all your get-well present needs this cold and flu season: Giant Stuffed Microbes of Joy.

And, of course, a particularly humorous installment from Fuck You Penguin, a blog where the blogger tells cute animals what's what.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Well.

I'm a little unable to put up a blog post today. I was, of course, going to write about my deep and wild excitement about the fact that we not only have a new president who is NOT George W. Bush, but that we have a new president that's not Bush who is a really awesome guy. But I'm feeling a little disenchanted at the moment, since I was planning to watch the inaugural ceremonies streaming live on my computer at work, and instead was treated to chopped up sound bites and frozen pictures on my screen, no matter what website I tried to use. Seriously, throughout the ceremonies, when everyone I work with was crowded around a TV twenty feet away from me and behind a door, I was trying MSNBC, CBS, Huffington Post, Wonkette, New York One, and Hulu in succession to see if any of them would work on my ancient and grumpy computer. But none did. So I got a few good screenshots of Obama talking, each of which stuck on my monitor for a good fifteen seconds before getting replaced with a snapshot of some random person in the crowd waving a flag and two seconds of confusing noise. Ugh.

So I'm a little disappointed and way less excited than I was this morning. I'm going to wait to go home to try watching it again, this time on a better connection and faster computer. And then maybe tomorrow I'll have something to blog about.

Stupid work computer. Interfering with my experience of historical moments. Grumble.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Crap

Well I just realized I haven't blogged in two days but I have absolutely no ideas about what to write. But I only have ten minutes left of work and nothing else to do so it seems like I should write something. I really need to pick a theme for this blog and stick to it, it would narrow the field of options considerably. But that seems so limiting... Hm...

I've been surfing the interwebs all day looking at random things in between bouts of frantic copy-writing for one of the magazines I freelance for, and I've realized something. The internet, in most of its blog and list and funny pictures areas at least, is a vast wasteland populated almost entirely by people like me. People who are gainfully employed in a manner that puts them in front of a computer for at least eight hours a day, but who still have absolutely nothing to do. It's amazing. How much manpower is being wasted in this world by losers who have learned the entire LOLdictionary by heart? They make Photoshop masterpieces and post them on all sorts of sites, and then write comments about them, sometimes inventing whole new personas from which to create debate, which creates interest, which brings in more hits to their site, which... is... self-aggrandizement at its finest.

I watched the music video for Rammstein's song "Amerika," which was sent to me by a friend, and which is hilarious. Of course I'm sure they meant it as a very serious political statement about how American stupidity is taking over the world, but Rammstein as a band takes itself so seriously that one can't help but laugh at it or risk brain-explodey. But the comments! Oh, the comments! These are the people who have no creative talent with which to make things to post and then comment upon. They write things like: "whatever. britan i dont think is the best cause thats the whole reason why america exists. the whole world isnt perfect."

...

And Rammstein's point is proved!

...That really had no point to it, but it's interesting food for thought. And now my ten minutes are up and I must venture out into the Arctic Tundra that is New York City in January. Wish me luck!

Monday, December 22, 2008

Just a link for now, because I have no words.

But I'm sure I'll have words tomorrow. This is just despicable:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1099447/Saudi-court-tells-girl-aged-EIGHT-divorce-husband-50-years-senior.html

Saudi court tells girl aged EIGHT she cannot divorce husband who is 50 years her senior

By Mail Foreign Service
Last updated at 9:49 AM on 22nd December 2008

A Saudi court has rejected a plea to divorce an eight-year-old girl married off by her father to a man who is 58, saying the case should wait until the girl reaches puberty.

The divorce plea was filed in August by the girl's divorced mother with a court at Unayzah, 135 miles north of Riyadh just after the marriage contract was signed by the father and the groom.

Lawyer Abdullar Jtili said:"The judge has dismissed the plea, filed by the mother, because she does not have the right to file such a case, and ordered that the plea should be filed by the girl herself when she reaches puberty."

"She doesn't know yet that she has been married," Jtili said then of the girl who was about to begin her fourth year at primary school.

Relatives who did not wish to be named said that the marriage had not yet been consummated, and that the girl continued to live with her mother.

They said that the father had set a verbal condition by which the marriage is not consummated for another 10 years, when the girl turns 18.

The father had agreed to marry off his daughter for an advance dowry of £5,000, as he was apparently facing financial problems, they said.

The father was in court and he remained adamant in favour of the marriage, they added.
Mr Jtili said he was going to appeal the verdict at the court of cassation, the supreme court in the ultra-conservative kingdom which applies Islamic Sharia law in its courts.

Arranged marriages involving pre-adolescents are occasionally reported in the
Arabian Peninsula, including in Saudi Arabia where the strict conservative Wahabi version of Sunni Islam holds sway and polygamy is common.

In Yemen in April, another girl aged eight was granted a divorce after her unemployed father forced her to marry a man of 28.

Monday, December 15, 2008

"The farewell kiss"

So an Iraqi journalist hurled a really vicious insult, and his shoes, at President Bush over the weekend at a press conference. Muntader al-Zaidi, a television journalist for Al-Baghdadia, apparently used his turn to ask a question instead as a chance to hurl his shoes at Bush's head and yell, "This is a gift from the Iraqis; this is the farewell kiss, you dog!" He was immediately tackled by police officers, beaten badly, and taken into custody, where he remains. You can watch the whole throw-down here on YouTube, from several different vantage points.

One of the directors of the gallery, who's sitting at the desk next to me, is watching the video on repeat and laughing hysterically to himself. And I can definitely agree that the physical situation is pretty funny; as one of the comments at the YouTube site declares: "Looks like President Bush was good at dodgeball." (It's true. Dubya is apparently sporting some mad ninja skills! Who knew?) And the pissed look on his face right afterward is serious YouTube gold.

But it's much more than that, too. In the Arab world, as the New York Times points out, the act of touching someone with a shoe is a grave insult because it symbolizes that person being lower than the dirt that touched your shoe. Calling someone a dog is similarly heinous, because Arabs consider dogs particularly dirty and unworthy animals. For his audacity, Al-Zaidi remains in custody and will probably face up to seven years in prison for aggression against a visiting head of state. He has become an overnight hero in Iraq and abroad. He's been awarded for his bravery by a Libyan group. People of all types, from all over Iraq, have taken to the streets in support of his courage, throwing their own shoes at American convoys and burning American flags.

One more reminder that the Iraqis hate us. And they are being joined by an ever-larger inernational community of people who love to watch President Bush being cut down in public as our figurehead. And what's more, most of us here in America love watching him dodge shoes, or trying to talk his way out of interview questions, stumbling over every syllable, or pretending to have some sort of relevence in the government at this point. He's hilarious. Watching him fail is funny. Especially now, when we have something better, someONE better, to look forward to.

But I'm feeling very conflicted about it. It's strange. I've hated this guy since day numero uno. He's in so deep with oil companies he's practically oozing slime, he stole an election (or two), he can't speak to save his life or he would have become a televangelist, and he's been at the head of one of the most blatanly corrupt and shamelessly money-grubbing, war-mongering administrations in history. I fully expect that the crimes of him and his cronies will come to light and go down in history as far dirtier than Nixon and his goons could have ever hoped to be. I get enraged when I think of the way Bush has abused his power and that of our country to protect and industry that doesn't deserve protection. I... well I downright hate the guy. He's a dick.

But there's still a measure of discomfort bubbling in my stomach as I watch him dodge those shoes on YouTube. Even as I see the gleam of pissed-off entitlement creep into his eyes, I think, "Hey, that's MY guy! Leave him alone!" I think what it boils down to is that I'm already embarassed by him on a much larger scale - he's made a mockery of what the idea of America is supposed to stand for. Watching him grovel for public sympathy in the news recently, trying to seem like a nice guy for the cameras, admitting in an interview that he was underprepared for the war, it gives me the squirmies. As if suddenly we're supposed to forget all the bullshit he's put the world through for the past eight years and feel bad for the guy. It sickens me. He's the President of the United States of America. Even if I enjoy a good chuckle over his grammar faux pas doesn't mean I want to see the leader of the free world - MY free world, for better or worse - being not only ridiculed but insulted in such a way that he must literally cower.

I cannot really reconcile myself with the idea that the President, still in power even if only in name, must bear this ridicule. It bodes ill for our country in a much more upsetting way, I think, than the oft-repeated headlines about American flag burnings and anti-American demonstrations across the world. On the one hand, I appreciate more pointed attacks being aimed at Bush himself, as he represents a type of American that is on its way out of power - general anti-American protests label all of us as that same type. But on the other hand, he is still arguably the most powerful man on earth, and he is MY most poewrful man on earth, even though I never would have voted for him.

I don't feel bad for the guy. But I do think he deserves more dignity than he has been getting or even demanding lately, and I hate to think of what this means for the Presidency in general. It bothers me in much the same way that watching the video footage of a sad and grey-bearded Saddam Hussein being poked and prodded by a doctor after his capture bothered me. He might have been a dick, but he was still a human being - a powerful human being who used to command the respect of the world - and worthy of decency. In much the same spirit, then, I say: "Let Bush go out with dignity." If he wants to recant later in life, write a book about how he wasn't ready for war, make public appearances where he invites shoes to be thrown, whatever - let him. But for now, he is still the President. He may be our worst President. But he is President, nonetheless. Let him pass into history on his own terms, and let us judge him on those terms later, but for goodness' sake, let him have what he's left for himself of his own dignity.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

History lesson

This is courtesy of Mental_Floss, my favorite favorite favoritest website. The last two sentences sum it all up:

...The Grattan Massacre, a bloody clash between American Indians and U.S. troops that played out in 1854 in the Nebraska Territory, just east of what is now Laramie, Wyoming.

If you thought Mrs. O’Leary’s cow was bad news, consider what the cow that wandered away from a Mormon pioneer train on the Oregon Trail started. The rabble-rousing bovine clomped its way into a camp inhabited by the Lakota Indians, one of seven tribes that made up the Great Sioux Nation. Not being ones to turn down a free lunch, the Lakota promptly killed the presumably abandoned cow and ate it.

That might not seem like a big deal, but in the mid-1800s, few peace pipes were being passed between American Indians and new settlers. So, when the cattle owner realized the fate his cow had met, he immediately went to tattle his tale at the Territory’s nearest outpost of officialdom, Fort Laramie. In response to the incident, U.S. officials dispatched an eager young second lieutenant and recent West Point graduate named John L. Grattan to bring the cow thieves to justice.

What happened next underscores the downside of history’s insistence on naming events only after they happen. Had John L. Grattan known he was riding off to The Grattan Massacre, it seems likely he might have conducted himself more civilly with the Sioux. Instead, Grattan’s approach would later prompt a fellow Fort Laramie officer to comment, “There is no doubt that Lt. Grattan left this post with a desire to have a fight with the Indians, and that he had determined to take the man at all hazards.”
With nearly 30 men in tow, Grattan met with the Brule Lakota chief, Conquering Bear, and demanded the surrender of the guilty parties. By most accounts, Conquering Bear was open and reasonable during the negotiations, and it was Grattan’s behavior that escalated tensions. At some point, Conquering Bear stood up, and nervous U.S. soldiers—thinking the chief was making a move—opened fire, killing Bear and his brother. Warfare quickly broke out on both sides, and Grattan’s entire party perished.

When news of the event reached the U.S. War Department, officials sought swift revenge on the Sioux. A little more than a year after the Grattan Massacre, on September 3, 1855, General William S. Harney and roughly 600 soldiers caught up with the Lakota tribe. Harney ordered his men to open fire, and nearly 100 Lakota men, women, and children were shot dead in what became known as the Battle of Ash Hollow. (Apparently, 30 Army men being killed equals a massacre, while 100 Sioux being killed equals a battle. Ain’t history grand?)

Friday, November 21, 2008

Well put

This is, once again, from my favorite old lady (maybe... the jury is still out on whether the bloggers are as old as they say, but I love what they write regardless) blog, Margaret and Helen, and it basically says exactly what I try to say every day but have trouble framing in words:

"Has it occurred to anyone else that the Republican party has become the party of money, guns and sex? It seems to be the only things they think about. Who is having sex with who? How much are my taxes? Keep your hands off my guns. I really think they would explode if a gay couple used their tax refund to purchase an AKA assault rifle. They wouldn’t know whether to hate the sinner or compliment the sin. ...

It is just so interesting to me that the voters who most value religious freedom seem to be the most willing to embrace religious values, while the voters who claim to be the most religious are clearly the least. Don’t get me wrong. There are lots well-intentioned, good hearted Christians out there. We just don’t seem to be squeaking loud enough. We’ve known for years that we have a health care problem. Bill used Hilary Clinton to try and address it back in 1992. Do you realize that was 16 years ago? Republicans squeaked that it was Government-run healthcare and it would bankrupt our county. So millions of families continued to live without adequate healthcare while the government swept the whole mess under the rug. Suddenly banks and auto industries are having trouble and money seems to be growing on trees. Says a great deal about our priorities. "

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Hairless Apes

Ok, now that the monkey story is over, I thought I could go back to writing about subjects more befitting of homo sapiens. Things like philosophy, art, music, etc. You know, intelligent topics of discussion and what not.

But then today, on a whim, I started doing some research into Proposition 8, which overturned a California Supreme Court ruling that upheld the rights of same sex couples to marry. Californians voted by a 52.2% majority on election day not to extend the legal rights of heterosexuals to homosexuals. They... decided... excuse me, I'm trying to wrap my brain around this one... to outlaw gay marriage... after the supreme court of their state... said that to do so would be unconstitutional. And they voted that... the supreme court... was wrong? ...Because... their churches... told them to.
California. The state where the gay rights movement started. Where people began to realize that homosexual people are, well, people.

I'm confused.

So I've been researching what happened. And I'm just disgusted. It's the kind of thing that I guess shouldn't surprise me anymore. People being hateful toward each other for no discernable reason is part of our heritage. But even if we are just big hairless apes, and even if we've spent most of our history as a species being terrible to one another, we are still hairless. We have evolved beyond other apes. We do have bigger brains. And we have been using them for a while now. How is it that we continue to be so stupid? What is it in our genetic makeup that plunges us from the heights of philosophy and artistic achievement into the darkness of disgustingly backwards primordial goo? Why do we do this?

I realize this isn't the most well-reasoned or objective look at the issue, but there aren't enough people out there reading this just yet for me to be responsible with my interpretations or reporting of facts. So... if you want... bear with me.

The whole thing is just so preposterous to me, so absolutely awful, so bigoted and prejudicial and – yes, I’ll say it – un-American, that I simply cannot say anything about it that doesn’t sound angry.

It’s not as if Californians voted it down unanimously, or even that there was a landslide at the polls, which might anger me more. I don’t know what I’d do with myself if one of the most progressive states in the nation, which has proven itself to be so forward-thinking and open-minded in the past, was really populated by homophobes and hate-mongers. But then again, if Proposition 8, which overturned a California Supreme Court ruling that upheld the rights of same-sex couples to marry in that state, had been passed by a large margin, there would have been little room for argument. I might have been able to just shake my head at people’s narrow-mindedness, reaffirm my lack of desire to ever move to California, and move on.

But the fact is that the 14 words added to the California State Constitution on November 5th, "Only marriage between a man and a woman is valid or recognized in California," were voted in by only 52.2% of voters. And the margin was determined almost entirely by those responding to calls by different religious groups to ‘get out and vote.' What makes that even grosser is that even groups from outside the state of California, who are somehow, magically, personally effected and offended by California gays, got involved. Specifically the Mormon church asked its members to donate to pro-Prop8 organizations like "protectmarriage.com," and their members responded with huge and numerous contributions that helped get more closed-minded Californians to the polls.

The Mormons. Who no longer officially permit, but still often engage in, polygyny. Suddenly these people have the right to tell other people who to marry? How does this work in their heads? Apparently their theory that "the formation of families is central to the Creator’s plan" excludes homosexuals... because... we just don't want to let them adopt any of the millions of children in the world who currently have no stable or loving parents. Because homosexuals can't procreate in the typical biological way, Mormons have decreed that their matrimonial union would be a threat to families rather than an opportunity to create more for children who have already been brought into this world. The Mormons, who bemoaned the fate of the "innocents" who have been aborted, don't seem to give a fuck about the kids who managed to be born but who nobody wanted.

...ok, ok, maybe I'm going overboard, but... seriously.

Anyway, the whole religious involvement thing does make sense on the one hand: religious groups tend to have very strong opinions about the institution of marriage. Of course they do. Marriage is a cornerstone of most moralistic theologies. Traditionally it has been touted as a holy sacrament in Western societies (at least ever since St. Thomas Aquinas called it that in the 13th century), and as a union between a man and a woman in Christian and Jewish belief systems. Which is all well and good. Freedom of religion and all that. In America religions are free, as privately led institutions, to back up whatever moral systems they choose. Their believers are free to hold those moral systems dear and to internalize them as their own personal beliefs, or natural truths, or whatever. If it makes them feel closer to their god, then I have no quarrel with them, so long as they are not hurting anyone by doing it.

But that last bit, “as long as they are not hurting anyone” – ah, there’s the rub. Because, well, people trying to force their religious, or religiously-based, beliefs on others in a way that discriminates against them socially and legally and economically – that’s hurting people. Church groups bringing their issues with other people’s sexuality into the sphere of legality, forcing their morality down people’s throats and into their bedrooms and bank accounts – that’s hurting people. And it’s violating a dictum that our founding fathers set down hundreds of years ago, one that has become as sacred as things are supposed to be allowed to be in our legal system: the separation of Church and State.

Given this edict, which hangs over all government proceedings like the necessarily absent word of God, how do governments justify poking their noses into people’s bedrooms and private lives on the basis of a religiously-fueled public sentiment? All forms of government, and law enforcement, exist in this country to protect their people from physical, economic, and other tangible harm. And they are allowing themselves to actually harm people. And while they are also to act in accordance with the will of the people in matters open to public voting, I can’t help but be disgusted that they are allowing nothing short of prejudice and discrimination to be part of their public agenda.

Does nobody remember Jim Crowe? Martin Luther King? What it means to allow prejudice, bigotry, fear, and hatred to govern public life? That people have died before and will die again because the law allows discrimination that gets out of control? That at a time in our history, white people considered other races to be ‘naturally inferior,’ and that now we've alloed people who consider gay marriages to be ‘unnatural’ to write laws? Doesn’t this ring a familiarly awful bell?

And furthermore, on a simply practical level, how can people not see that the “protection of marriage” line that’s being recited by those who voted for Proposition 8 really, honestly, makes no sense? How, exactly, are American marriages being threatened by the extension of marriage itself? Are married gays going to somehow go around breaking up heterosexual couples? Are married lesbians going to kidnap the children of two-parent homes once they’ve gained the same tax benefits as married straight people? Is the extension of tax and healthcare benefits to more people going to somehow rob the bank accounts of homophobes? In the genius words of Lewis Black, are there some "gay banditos" out there who will get married and then go from house to house, interrupting idyllic American dinners by fucking each other in the ass in tasteful pumps just to destroy the American family? The answer to all these questions, no matter how many times I look at them from different angles, is “no.” Of course fucking not.

The only people who will be hurt economically, socially, and possibly even physically by prejudicial attitudes being written into our laws and state constitutions are homosexuals who want to be treated the same as everyone else. And the only ones who would be hurt by those attitudes being written out of our laws would be... nobody. Sure, maybe those of us with narrow minds and feeble imaginations feel unnerved by seeing two men kissing or two women holding hands in public, but unless those two men or women force you to watch them perform their private business, or assault you, or rob you, the law should have no more right to interfere with them than you do.

The way I see it is this: if a church or an entire religion want to ban homosexual couples from sharing in their definition of marriage, well, that’s the business of that church or that religion. Nobody should be able to stop them, just like nobody has been able to stop the Boy Scouts from keeping gay men out of their leadership. They are private institutions, and people are free to choose whether or not they want to participate in their ceremonies and beliefs and sacraments, just as they are free to choose whether certain people are allowed to participate. Marriage as a religious ceremony and institution is fair game for the morality of the religion that is joining its believers in matrimony. No skin off my nose.

But when those religions try to start influencing the law, then I start getting angry. And when the law starts acting like a privately controlled religion, well then I get a bee in my bonnet. The legal code of a state or country, according to the philosophies on which American democracy is based, should have nothing to do with religiously-biased morality. If we can’t agree on who should be allowed the legal benefits of marriage, then we should all have to go without. Telling someone that he or she can’t have something just because somebody somewhere thinks that they shouldn’t has no place in a government that we are striving to make available to “all men” who were supposedly “created equal.” If we can’t agree on whether homosexuals should be granted civil unions versus marriages in the eyes of the law, then in order to prevent prejudicial treatment, we must not allow anyone to benefit from marriage on a legal level. Rather than accepting something that others cannot have for no good reason, we must legally sanction only civil unions for everybody.

Let churches handle marriage and do whatever they think is morally all right for their married faithful, and let civil unions be the territory of our laws. Let’s all pay the same in taxes once we’ve been unified civilly, and join ourselves in matrimony in whatever churches will accept us.

And... I'm spent. I can't even think about it anymore without getting angry and risking brain exolode-y. Which is frowned upon at art galleries, where primordial brain goo is frowned upon by the supposedly cultured bipedal, hairless apes who are supposed to be rising above mindless hatred and emotional violence. As if.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Jenelle sent me this bit of interesting insights into Obama, via a detailed breakdown of his zodiac chart. Very interesting, even if you don't believe in astrology. From http://www.yogatech.com/:

BARACK OBAMA

Here are a few more observations about Barack Obama's birth chart.

DEEP PRESENTATION TO THE WORLD - Obama has Scorpio on the midheaven ortop of his chart, indicating that he presents himself to the world ina deep penetrating way. No fluffy winks for Obama. During his campaigna major theme was - If we focus on superficialities, gaffs andmud-slinging, nothing will ever change. If we get honest, we have achance to build a better America and a better world. He also hasNeptune in Scorpio in the ninth house, indicating that only profoundtruth will deliver us out of our illusions. The ninth house representsspirituality and foreign travel. He called for mending our foreignalliances in his acceptance speech. He is going to have work to do getAmerica out of its foreign policy illusions.

SERVICE - Obama's chart is focused on service. His Mars and Pluto arein Virgo. Mars indicates where we use our energy. Virgo is service,attention to details and hard work. Obama's Sun and Mercury, both inLeo are in the sixth house of Virgo and service.

RELATIONSHIPS ARE IMPORTANT - Obama has Uranus and North Node in Leoand Pluto and Mars in Virgo in the seventh house - the house ofrelationships. Uranus in Leo can create surprises from the heart. The North Node in Leo is new territory for Obama - he is learning how tobe heart-centered in his relationships.

AQUARIAN SPIRIT - Obama's Ascendant, South Node and Jupiter are inAquarius. He sees the world from Aquarian eyes. The South Noderepresents gifts he came in with - he holds strong an Aquarian spirit.Jupiter is what expands us and leads us into the future. His missionis to help bring in the Aquarian Age.

SATURN TESTS - Obama's Saturn is in Capricorn. It is not surprisingthat his Saturn trials and tests relate to social and economicstructures.

SOMETIMES ALOOF AND DEEPLY INWARD - Once in a while we get that warmLeo smile from our new President. But often he may seem aloof.Aquarius is a mental sign and one of the most aloof of the zodiac.Aquarius is connecting with the universal mind to try to pull in newsolutions and answers to collective problems. With both Jupiter andSaturn in the twelfth house of Pisces, more is going on inside Obamathan we can observe. He is constantly reflecting and connecting withhigher energies and wisdom.

PLAYFUL SPIRIT - Obama's Gemini Moon gives him a playful spirit, alove of people and a gift of communication. He is always on the move.His Venus in Cancer is in the fifth house of Leo fun. Venus in Cancermeans that what he loves is his family, his home, the Mother Earth andhis country.

HEART-CENTERED - As mentioned above, Obama's Sun, Mercury, Uranus andNorth Node are in Leo. Leo has a big heart, an ability to self-focusand a very brilliant aura. He is going to need all for the dauntingtask ahead.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

A Brand New Day

I woke up this morning like I do every other morning, annoyed at my alarm and wondering how on earth I was expected to get myself out of my nice warm bed so early when I was still so groggy. I turned off the alarm and started to close my eyes, but then I remembered last night.

President Obama. Repeat that a few times. President Obama. What a nice ring that phrase has to it.

Last night I heard that a lot. I watched the election results roll slowly in at a friend's apartment on 127th Street and St. Nicholas Avenue in Harlem. We spent most of our time making fun of the various pundits and Republicans on the screen, all nervous but optimistic. Then, around 11:00, the screen flashed an announcement: Barack Obama Elected the 44th President of the United States.

And the street outside erupted into noise. We ran to the window to look out and saw huge crowds of people pouring out of their buildings, yelling, running, screaming, crying, hugging, banging on pots and pans and drums and bells, skipping, jumping, laughing. Cars were going by with their horns blaring, with people hanging out of windows and sticking out of sun roofs. FIrecrackers were going off nearby. The noise was almost deafening.

After McCain's concession speech (which was marvelous, by the way; if he'd conducted his campaign as smoothly and kindly, or even been able to deliver speeches that well along, last night might have gone very differently), Connor and I took to the streets. We walked down to 125th, past the Apollo, where everyone was taking photographs of the Marquee: "Congratulations, President-Elect Barack Obama," and through the throngs of people celebrating in every way. There were few police around, and people were running shirtless toward the gathering at the jumbotron on Frederick Douglass Boulevard, hugging strangers, pouring drinks, lighting up who-knows-what cigarettes.

When we finally got to the square, the streets were literally mobbed. Police officers were letting the occasional vehicle through the crowds, but were helpless to keep people off the streets signs, fire hydrants, traffic signal posts, windowsills, and every other available surface. There were people with random musical instruments walking through the crowd, and Obama's face was everywhere, on posters and shirts and hats and stickers and buttons and flyers. And everywhere the word "Obama" was coming out of mouths.

We watched the victory speech in awe, unable to hear much of what was said over the yelling and banging of pots, pans, drums, and other percussives, cheering now and then, letting the intermittent rain hit our faces. Above us, on a sign post, people were beating against the Frederick Douglass Boulevard sign and climbing up the one-way arrows. Behind me, someone said, "Oh my GOD. My President is BLACK."

We were tired and knew it would take a while to get home, so after the speech we left the crowd, herded about by police officers at every step. We walked 20 blocks north to catch a bus at 145th street, and the whole way there people were dancing in the streets, hugging strangers, laughing and crying with joy. Even when we got on the bus at 12:45 am, the passengers were speaking of nothing but our new President.

I was so exhausted by the time I got home that I passed out almost immediately. The excitement of the night, after the long, tense, worried day had drained the last of my energy. I went to sleep knowing that I had just been a part of something gigantic and earth-shaking, and I doubt I will ever see or hear anything like it again. I have never seen so many people so happy. Ever.

I woke up this morning feeling more subdued, but still on my way to work, and even now, I haven't been able to stop smiling. The jubilation has calmed - we must now look ahead to some of the most difficult times we have ever seen in this country. But a new day has dawned, and in it, no matter how hard things get, I think there will be HOPE. I can't remember a time when I felt this country was so full of promise, and I think that many people my age will agree. We have been mired in a torpor of laziness and apathy for a long time. We have been uninspired by our leaders our whole lives and never even thought to look to them as Good Men in whom we could place trust or emotion, much less derive inspiration. But now we've been woken up. I hope. Time will tell.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Yes, we can. Yes, we can. Yes...

Ok, folks, I am terrified of this election. I've been trying to avoid the news media all day out of fear, but the bits and pieces that keep coming through on my radar seem to be promising. Obama seems to be doing fine. And yet, I am still a ball of nerves. I woke up this morning knowing that I'd been dreaming about Obama losing and America giving up and losing all hope for a better future.
And then I woke up the whole way and realized that I'd been dreaming. But the fear still won't go away. All my friends who know anything about economics keep telling me that the past few months have been nothing compared to what's going to happen over the next few years. And the thought of being under the supposed guidance of one more war-loving, hysterical, fear-mongering Republican who uses the world "nucular" during a time when we desperately need level-headed leadership sends me into a panic.
This makes me sad. Because in years past, I remember praising John McCain and saying that if he ever managed to get the Republican nomination, I would be happy to see him voted in as President. Back before he started towing the oil-slurping Good Old Boy party line. Back when he actually was, in some small way, a maverick. He once stood up to the GOP for their ridiculous right-winged-ness, making himself a regular guest on The Daily Show with Jon Stewart to ridicule President Bush. And when McCain gave his acceptance speech at the RNC, I remember having a vaguely warm and fuzzy feeling and saying aloud, "For the first time in my adult life, I'm not scared of the Republican winning." Seriously. The man has been around, he knows how the government (and foreign governments! shock!) work, and he seems like a generally ok guy. I wouldn't have been too sad if that McCain, the McCain who spoke out against an all-inclusive abortion ban, or the McCain who publicly criticized most Bush administration policies, had won. I'd have been disappointed, but not heartbroken. Because I kind of trusted that guy. But over the past six months, he's proven just how much of a yes-man he can be. He'll say yes to anything that will get him a vote. And then, within a week of winning my heart just a little bit, he decided to run for President with a Vice Presidential nominee who could almost be mistaken for Rush Limbaugh except that her breasts are a little smaller.
And now I'm absolutely terrified. If he were to win (to those of you who may be saying "Of course he won't win, how could America possibly be so stupid?" I reply: Bush has been in office for eight years. I was relieved in 2004 when I was certain he'd be ousted because, really, how could America possibly be that stupid? Well...) today, I would start making plans to move to Europe immediately. The man has been through a lot in his time, and I believe him to be the survivor he says he is. He's lived through multiple plane crashes (of his own doing, mostly), torture in a POW camp in Hanoi, and several bouts with melanoma. But even a cat only gets nine lives, and after a certain number of miraculous escapes one begins to wonder about deals with the devil. And all that aside, after all he's been through, the man is 72 and not in the best of shape. If he were to pass... we'd be... left in the clutches... of... Sarah Palin.
There are so many arguments against her that I won't even begin to list them. But let me put one plain and simple fact before you: her children's names are Bristol, Piper, Track, Willow, and Trig.
This is not a person we can trust with our nation. I do not want her anywhere near anything that sports a big red button. Ever.

And so, dear friends, I am absolutely terrified to read the news. Bush has been able to win two elections (one somewhat illegally, but still), despite my desperate desire to believe in the brains and hearts of the American people. After the last two elections I have completely lost any belief I had in them, and so I will quiver in fear until this day, and the Election Aftermath, which seems to have become an integral part of the process, are over.

But in parting, let me quote this bit of wisdom from Margaret and Helen, whose blog I've just been turned on to and whom I love as dearly as my own grandmother:

"when was the last time a politician brought a tear to your eye… moved you deep in your soul? Honestly when was the last time you really felt that Americans could do anything if we put our hearts and minds to it? I am an old lady. Most of my life politicians have moved me. Most of my life I have felt that Americans can do anything if we put our hearts and minds to it. It’s been 8 long years. I had almost forgotten what that felt like. Thank you Barack Obama. Thank you."