Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Something to talk about

In the last two years, I have been further radicalized by villainous notion that human beings are all human beings. That the rich are not by definition smarter or better than anyone. That the workers of the world are due the rewards of their labor. That all races creeds and colors deserve the same baseline respect and admiration. That women are not only people too, but in most cases, better people than their testosterone addled counterparts.

Don't let that last sentence imply that I am "ready for Hillary" (terrible tagline). I am a Bernie Sanders endorser through and through. And with exception taken to just how horrible the Republican field is right now, if there was someone palatable on the ticket, I'd be tempted to take them over Hillary. I am READY for a woman president. I despise Hillary Clinton. If the DNC would get off their knees to stop blowing her, they'd realize my sentiments are WIDELY shared by the independent electorate, and especially in the face of the Douchebag Don's campaign-by-racism-and-zenophobia upswell, they should get half smart. But they won't. Because the Democrats are as strategically and tactically feckless as the Republicans are willfully stupid and evil.

My last post in 2014, (perhaps I'll make this an annual event, like one of those christmas letters that humblebrags about all the goings on in the family) I said something like "there is so much bad shit going on right now..." I think most of us would agree that 2014 was a cakewalk compared to the fecal snowstorm that 2015 has been. Although, much of what was so bad in 2014 - primarily race relations and ignorant 19th century prejudices and scholarship - has merely metastasized in this god awful year.

Personally, (#humblebrag) 2015 has been pretty great.
Professionally, (#donttellmyboss) 2015 has been sort of a wash. A lot of fading in to find myself at my desk, then fading back out again, wondering how certain things got done.
Universally, (#Godhelpusall) 2015 has been about as bad a year for the United States of fascist, racist, ignorant right-wing republican god-awfulry as one could ever dread. But I don't need to tell you that.

So welcome to the fray Minneapolis! In 2014, the New Civil Rights movement was springing up in Fergueson and NYC and Chicago, boy it was sure nice to live in such a progressive and accepting state as Minnesota. Then, three weeks ago, Minneapolis has had its own, uncharged, untried, un-convicted black man execution. Doesn't matter if the guy was guilty of beating his girlfriend (if so, he's a piece of trash who deserves a trial and jail time), doesn't matter if he had a long criminal record (he did. But assuming the police knew that means they must have also known, wait for it...) doesn't matter if he had a pending lawsuit against the very department that killed him (...if they had known about the former, they would have known about the latter, so, what? They kill to keep him quiet?) Doesn't matter that one of the officers involved was sued for waging a "Campaign of terror" on the neighborhood...oh wait, that DOES matter. You know what else matters? Almost five-hundred complaints about the MPD, and ZERO disciplinary actions. Even a broken clock is right once a day, there is no way that 500 complaints were all unsubstantiated. But here's the problem. We are indoctrinated since 9/11 to fucking worship cops. And they don't deserve it.

Sure, some of them DO. Some of them are great! And YES, I want to be able to call 911 when a scary man is breaking into my house. That's why I pay taxes. And that's why they do their JOBS. But the profession naturally attracts the best AND the worst type of people. The truly good, and the truly bad. People who want that power and to use it. A police officer is four times as likely as your average person to commit Domestic Assault. Gee, that deserves some hero worship. After a hard day protecting and serving the shit out of you, all an officer wants is to go home to a hot meal and to smack his wife and kids around a bit. And worse, the bad are capable of corrupting the good. What changed in this country that we forget "Serpico" or the thousands of other cases of police malfeasance? Up until basically the Norman Rockwell post WWII era, city cops were considered by all to be dangerous, uneducated, hateful little political hit-men and noggin-clockers. Even in Norman Rockwell's era, the cops were the ones spraying fire hoses at peaceful demonstrators and swinging batons at Martin Luther King's marchers.

Now with Fox News 9 out there working PR for the MPD, they spread any suggestion the cops make as gospel and won't publish a word the protesters say without weakening and caveating the declarations. The Minneapolis police union boss is a hateful bigot troll who could watch one of his officers cut a 10-year-old down on his (the 10-year-old's) bike and then go to bat for the officer's restraint. Does it make a difference to the average viewer if the response, regardless of the impetus, is always the same? Can't we notice that somehow, regardless of the situation, our police are blameless, beacons of restraint and good-ol-fashioned protestant whiteness? How is it possible that the officers are always in the right? Did Minneapolis, and the profession of police officering in general, stumble into having an entire corps of justice-wielding automatons of perfect force/threat symmetry? Because we would have to have, to deserve the rote explanation and defense of indefensible actions of officers in Minneapolis, St. Paul, Chicago...and St. Louis, and New York, and Fergueson, and Austin, and wherever burg it was that Sandra Bland was murdered). They have the impossible record of never having made a mistake, and having always been in the right. It would seem. Put on the blue, and you are a Pope unto yourself. Infallible. So long as you direct your aggression at a marginalized community, the ignorant shitheads of the conservative right will jump up to salute you and troll with vitriol those who don't prostrate themselves before your altar of public service. (In the same breath, they'll castigate all other forms of public service as a communist tax waste.)

I just.... The fucking stupidity of people is mind blowing. How people can look at a Mussolini-wannabeni like Donald Trump - a retarded fuckass of a dicknosed, daddy-funded fascist id - and say "what a breath of fresh air." This person is fucking dangerous. You like roads? Fuck you communist! You like school? Fuck you! Here in America, you make your own fucking school. You like sewers? Fuck you! You ARE a sewer, and I'm going to do everything I can to make sure you live in one. And as long as you're different than the white undereducated masses I'm talking to, Fuck you in general!

And now its way past lunch and its the Christmas season, so have a heart, and support human beings in the fight against those who deny human status to anyone "other" than their own waspy-ass hate merchants.

This post was written, then given a 20-day cooling off period before publication. Written Dec 1, 2015. 

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

I can't believe this is still here...

Just stumbled upon this blog for the first time in five years. Cannot believe it's still here! Is it even worth it to resurrect? What about my reader - is he/she checking the web every few days hoping for some new gem of insight?

Okay I lied - there is no reader. Its just me and me. I could just list curse words in here and I'm sure, no one would ever care. What the hell, MiNdependent Thought? What kind of capitalization is that? Why wouldn't I have just called it MNdependent? Hmmm, maybe that implies that the thought is dependent on Minnesota. Adding the "i" makes it "independent'. I guess I can trace back the logic.

Well I'm very sorry to have lost all my momentum. I could tell there was a hungry reader somewhere out there, just waiting to stumble upon my incisive witticisms.

I've just been complaining about not having an outlet, and this falls back in my lap. So yes, I'll resurrect it. Expect one future post, then to not hear from me again until something really bad happens.

Shoot man, there's so much bad shit going on right now I don't even know where to start. I guess this is it. Call this the start and with any luck, I'll be adding stuff regular like now.

Maybe if I aim for shorter, more concise arguments of irritation, I can do it more regularly. We'll see. The next step is seeing if I still have the password for this! Lord knows I have no idea where to find it. It's like the blog of requirement. Maybe I should change the name.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Really now, who does watch the watchmen?

This comes from someone I've never read and have little interest in learning more about. However, it exemplifies the type of media drivelry that has been dragging down our country for years. Its non-news masquerading as news. Its entertainers masquerading as newsmen. And its corporations with a dumb consumer population as their goal masquerading as upright distributors of unfiltered information.

The story is that a particularly heinous producer for Bill O'Reilly stalked a woman who questioned whether it was appropriate for a man like Bill O'Reilly, who has been accused and settled out of court for sexual harrassment and makes the claim that women who dress sexy are "asking" to get raped or killed, to address a fundraiser committed to helping rape victims. You know, maybe it IS appropriate for him to do so to apologize for his previously held conceptions. Although, Mr. O'Reilly is hardly known for admiting mistakes. Anyway, this producer stalked the woman for two hours then accosted her in the street like a coked up TMZ reporter repeatedly asking the same question then having his camera man follow her down the street for the obligatory "walking away with an attitude" shot that tabloid entertainment has become known for.

Here's the rub. Who gives a fuck? And if you really did give a shit (O'Reilly), why not actually try to ask her what she was trying to say. Answer: He doesn't give a shit. He just wants to smear her reputation and invent a story about her. In this case that she abuses rape victims. (No joke, this is what the slimy producer demanded she apologize for into the camera.)

So what the hell is up with fox? ANd what can we do about it? And honestly, its not just fox but if we could bring that edifice crashing down perhaps it would send a message to the other news organizations that edge closer and closer to triviality every day.

The frightening and infuritating part is that it seems there is nothing you can do. They are the gatekeepers. You wonder why a protest of 20 people having a tea party to protest Obama's stimulus package makes the news, but 100,000 people in the street with pitchforks and torches in Europe does not? Because the network airing it has a monetary interest in killing the stimulus bill and showing how many people are actually against it (20, apparently.) Whereas if you show what is going on in Europe (Mass hysteria, toppling governments, dogs and cats living together) you show what happens when the government does nothing. The corporations that run the news WANT the mass hysteria because it allows them to oust Obama and put someone else in power. It gives them the opportunity to take total control. It also affords them the chance to buy everything of value in the country at a cut rate. Since they live behind a 20 foot wall with security guards and years of food on the shelf, a panic doesn't really scare them.
Meanwhile, regular folk see what happens if the government does nothing and they say, "Okay, lets do this and see how it works. Its gotta be better than the alternative." Obama stays in power, the markets eventually recover and the super rich only stay super rich instead of becoming super rich and in control of everthing.

But we don't see the protests in Europe. We don't know that in Ukraine, you can't walk down the street at night for fear you will be killed for your cell phone. We don't hear that peace-loving Iceland has rioters in the streets and has every day for the past three months. That their government has collapsed and lost all authority. We don't know these things because Bill O'Reilly is too busy chasing a blogger down the street acusing her of abusing rape victims.

I am reading a book about the future right now, called The Singularity is Near, but I have to be completely honest when I think that the stuff the guy is talking about, as likely as it is in a political vaccuum, doesn't seem like it will ever come to be. I don't think we'll make it that long. Or if we do, we'll be indentured serfs, condemned to our warrens and to serving our overlords.

And by the way, Bill O'Reilly is that guy from V for Vendetta. Plothero I believe his name was. His purpose, to stir up the great fools of the nation, to misdirect their attention and anger toward that which actually works for the betterment of mankind. Because if mankind goes up, it means relatively, that O'Reilly goes down. And his whole gig is a crocodile dundee dance on the heads of all the little people.

This only makes me feel slightly better.
I wonder if a great horde of anti-disenfranchisementarianists like myself were to descend upon our tormentors, camcorders in hand, if we could perhaps alter the dialogue. If that were to ever happen, the right wing radio morons, the TMZ paperazzi and the obstructionist imperialists in congress would, I think, be the best people to bother. Along with every executive at News Corp and AIG.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Big Big week!

Wow, what a week!

My friends and I got a twins season ticket pack - meaning I get to go to the opener and the last regular season game ever played in the metrodome. I also get to see the despised Milwaulkee Brewers from the first row (upper deck of course, I'm not made of money)

So that, is awesome.

More immediately, this is the week that the Watchmen finally comes out. I've been very closely watching the previews and the music is very intense, I think rightly intense. And also, the guy who plays the Comedian looks exactly like the Comedian. Whoever he is, he's so hot right now. I only know him as Denny Duchette. And if you (there's that absent singluar version of you again) know who that is you are either A: a girl, or B: obviously coming from no place to judge me.

Mikey and I and Noah are getting together Wednesday to watch Noah's compilation of all the teasers, trailers, previews, leaks, behind the scenes, interviews and whatever else he's found. He's really quite talented, and unemployed, so I imagine it could eat up a good chunk of our time.
Then Thursday is THE NIGHT. Well, technically its Friday morning. Am I the only one who finds this system of timekeeping confusing?

Perhaps we should all be on a 168 hour week. That way you could say "I'll meet you at 123 and you'd know exactly what day and what hour, without having to specify. It might make anyone who uses that system inherently better at math too, since you have to subtract the number from 168. And once you get that number, divide it by 24, which gives you the days before sunday, and the number of hours before the turnover of the day. Simple as pie! 123 is what you people from the stone age called...er...45...Friday at 9pm.

Maybe someone else could check my math there. Doubtful. I'm talking into an empty paper bag here.

Blogging is sort of like yelling into a cave with perfect sound refraction. You yell in, and exactly what you yell comes right back at you. Well, one day we'll update this site. And we'll let you know how the movie goes. Only four days of work until it, then what's sure to be one awful day after it before the weekend...I don't think I have any plans this weekend. Except probably resting from the stomping my soul will receive at the hands of Watchmen. I wish they'd show it back to back, then I could just go from the theatre to work.

Important date of note:

This is more for my records than yours. But yesterday was a very important day, and there's no way to code what happened so I can look back and remember it, but so that you can't find out intimate details about my family life. In any case, if I ever read this again, I should remember that this event occurred and set of a chain reaction of events that right at the time of the writing, you weren't really looking forward to, but a final culmination that you were.

mysterious eh wwwwwooooooo

The Big One

One more big snowstorm please!

I'm a lover of snow. And more specifically, a hater of dirty snow. It sucks to see the snow getting all brown and disgusting. I'll take another dusting every day from now through mid april, then, a sudden jump to 80 degrees. That's my perfect end to winter. I hate this mid-February thaw crap. My friend says that "spring's a comin'". I beg to differ.

A lot.

Spring is NOT coming. Spring is still a month away, officially, and at least two months away here in Minnesota. Why doesn't anyone chart the final day of snowfall like I do? Last year it was April 21.

I don't actually chart it okay. But I keep a pretty good record in my head. Two years ago it was May 5. Cinco de mayo! And it snowed. You can take that to the bank. Maybe it was three years ago, make sure you check to see that the funds are in the account.

Anyway, I hate mid winter thaws. What I like is when it gets God DAMN! cold for a week or two. Which obviously already happend. But just the same, it tells you "You're half way there."

Incidentally, that happened like, two weeks ago, so get your head out of your ass and realize that we are still in the dead of winter. Be like me and hope for some snow to brighten the day. Everyone has an excuse to be late to work, every step you take is recorded for just a moment, like you actually matter, and all the crap in your day to day gets covered up for a week or so. Isn't winter wonderful?

Quis custodiet, ipsos custodiem

Forgive my brutal Latin, but that signifies that today, I have bought my midnight showing ticket to the Watchmen. Perhaps the greatest comic I have ever read. The first preview I saw before the Dark Knight floored me. I remain there, trodden upon, waiting to be resurrected by the awesomeness of this movie.

The opening line of the book, actually inside the first cover asks us: Who watches the watchmen? (in latin, roughly similar to the title of this post)

Its a question our society was not meant to have to answer, because we have the free press, now loosely called "The Media" - who are supposed to do it, and ourselves, who are supposed to watch the media. This is inherently wrong. We are supposed to watch the press, follow it, and thus watch those who are watching over us.

Many years ago, free market thinking realized that A: True freedom of the press runs counter to a prevailing desire to make money. B: Insofar as all the media organs the press uses to disseminate its message have the dual function of entertainment (reading: newspapers/ television shows: television news) C: if we simply substitute entertainment for the news programs, the public will continue to "watch" the free press, without realizing it has been co-opted.

At some point people forget what "hard hitting" journalism really is and settle for predictable but altogether uninforming spot news, soft exposes, and contrived crises.

But really, its us who must demand better news. Maybe that's why newspapers are failing. Though, I really don't think so. I think the failure of the news industry is yet another stepping stone in total consolidation of power. Because newspapers, if anywhere, are the last bastion of real news. Despite corporate attempts to squeeze every drop of profit out of them by slashing newsrooms and trebling the responsibility of each journalist.

No, newspapers are failing because we ourselves are failing. We are becoming more complacent, and we are settling for, lets face it, Fox News. Its not wrong to point the finger at Fox. Their strategy for story placement and "investigation" is so far on the entertainment side of TV that you'll soon see actors employed in the role of Journalist, and writers paid to produce snappy dialogue.

Its our fault. And the worst part is, its one of those things we have very little power to reverse.

So I guess the long and the short of Who watches the watchmen is, no one. Just a farcial cardboard cutout of what was once the most powerful force in America - truth, and seekers of it.