So apparently the "Comments" section of the blog, which I have no idea how to alter, mostly because I haven't tried, is under a full scale assault from what I very much hope is a single lunatic who feels it is his mission to spread the word of Internet gambling far and wide. Missionary zeal is an interesting phenomenon, while it is responsible for much of the world's horrors, you can't help but admire it. If he wants to tell people to check out his Internet slot machines, who am I to stand in his way. But today he revealed his other incoherent obssesion. Which is "Michael Jackson and Child Molesting", that esteemed course of study. From him we learn that:Michael Jackson and childmolesting did not invent Child Moslting - this site will review a long history of children molest In catholic churches Along the history , In times long before anyone heard of Michael Jackson
I don't know who invented child moslting. I am willing to stipulate that it was not Michael Jackson.
Apparently someone thinks my little blog is the right forum to advertise the joys of Internet gambling. I e-mailed the guy's website to note the fact that he forgot to pay me for that.
Which brings me to today's topic, freedom of speech and its appropriate limitations. I would like to call myself a "First Amendment Absolutist" as I once heard the great Kurt Vonnegut call himself. But sometimes I can't help but want to smack fools in the face just for livin'. Here in Chicagoland, the local supervillain known as "PreppieNazi" or in his civilian identity, Matthew Hale, was found guilty of conspiring to kill a judge today. I'm not really familiar with the case but a lot of people wonder if he's not being found guilty for his beliefs rather than his actions. A question to ponder. The authorities have been trying to nail him since his henchman went on a killing spree against Jewish and African-American targets in the summer of '99. Ah, the summer of '99...good times. I mean, unrelated to the killings. Sorry, that was a bad tangent to go off on. But I'm a bad person. Anyway, it was never quite established in the case of the spree killings, or the recent conspiracy against the judge, if Hale had said "Jews and African-Americans suck. I sure hate them." Or, "Hey you know what, you should go out and kill some Jews and African-Americans." The former, obviously is free expression, the latter is conspiracy to commit murder. I got into arguments with friends about it, when I said Hale should at least be investigated. I mean, I'm totally a card carrying ACLU type, artists should create art, pornographers should create porn, and Nazis should create Nazism. It's what they do. But giving support to someone who shoots people from a car isn't making a statement, it's terrorism. Why am I talking about this? I don't know. Why is anyone talking about anything.
I guess it reminds me of another scary news story about things Scary Crazy Dickheads are saying, in this case some radical Islamic types in London. They're openly calling for the death of Tony Blair (who I think is an awfully nice guy, yes he was toolish to go along with the Iraq war but I don't think he had much choice) and fly an "Islamic flag" over 10 Downing Street. They're basically talking about the conquest of western Europe, which may sound silly and farfeched but there's a real danger of some serious violence there. Much more there than here actually, given demographics. The article I read also stated for the record that the vast majority of British Pakistanis are condemning the crazy people. Still, I don't know, it made me angry. It made me wonder about what free speech is, and whether it really makes sense to kind of stand around being British while fascist religious maniacs are talking about cutting your head off. I've always been kind of an anglophile, which I guess is strange for an Irish American but I'm strange in many ways. For some reason the idea of an enemy flag flying over 10 Downing Street is much more disturbing than the White House, Anyone But Bush and all that. Yeah, I know the British did a lot of bad things when they were an empire, raped, pillaged, slaughtered innocent millions, created a lot of the fucked up situations in the Middle East in the first place, etc. but they also gave us Shakespeare, the Beatles and Monty Python so I'm inclined to like them. I read the words announcing the destruction of western civilization and I wanted to look these cocky fanatics in the eye and tell them about the legend of the island they're standing on, how throughout history its people never backed down and never said die, and I wanted to spit the words of its national anthem in their faces, "Britons never, never never shall be slaves, motherfucker."
That's a slightly revised version of the British national anthem. Well, James Bond's gonna kick their asses anyway.
So the latest polls have George Bush with a slight advantage over Kerry. After the horrible, horrible month in Iraq and the 9/11 commision and everything. I don't know why I'm surprised. He has a hardcore 45% of the country that will back him under any circumstances. Even if he molested dogs. I mean, he could address the nation and be like "I'm the President of the United States, and I molest dogs. I molest dogs all the time. Why do I do this? Because 9/11 changed everything." And his people would all support him and talk about what a tough and resolute man of principle he is. Then they'd talk about how Kerry wants to raise taxes.
In a related story, related to the activities in the Formerly Fertile Crescent, this week's sequence of Doonsbury strips is really serious. One of the main characters is being killed off in Iraq apparently. Even beloved fictional icons are dying now.
Speaking of fiction, love and dying, I watched the movie Iron Giant last night. It's really, really good. It made me and my other twentysomething male friend who I watched it with cry. But we're both saps like that. Man, that movie was good. So you should see it.
Apparently I've been leaving really great ten minute voicemail messages while under the influence of the demon liquor lately. I don't remember their content much at all. That's the biggest problem I've encountered with my very limited experiences of substance abuse. You're very clever but you don't remember what your cleverness entailed.
The cleverness of my improv group Grampa's Wrists/Rory's Angels is almost as ephemeral, and this Sunday night is your last chance to see us. Kurt was going to, then he didn't. Kurt is so mean to me sometimes.
Repeating something verbatim in a funny voice is not funny, but a lot of people think it is.
Saw a really great young local rock band last night, Clearly and the Mainstream. One of the guitarists is a guy I know slightly from the Obama campaign, I finally got around to seeing one of their shows and was glad I did. Poppy hooks and quirky lyrics from young, straight white men who clearly trying to get laid, but are very witty and sensitive. My people. The lead guitarist asked the crowd to name his keyboard (I think it was a keyboard, seemed more like a guitar, I know nothing) which was making its debut. He went with my suggestion, which was "Herman". For some reason, their stage personae reminded me of no one so much as the Monkees, which is a grand comparison.
I wish I was a rock star. But I have no musical talent. The closest I can come is improv comedy. The final two shows of Grampa's Wrists and Rory's Angels are the next two sundays at 8, at ye olde Improvolympic. The house will be brought down. This I vow.
And why am I double posting things?
Perhaps because I know nothing about how to create a website.
Perhaps because I know nothing about how to create a website.