A Really Baaa…d Decision
The Bill Press Show…
…an interview with Supreme Court Justice Stephen Breyer.
Asked about the 2000 Gore v. Bush decision, Breyer admitted it was a
“bad” decision, but “one good thing” was that there was “no revolution”
and Americans generally “accepted the decision.”
He’s kidding, right?
Is it really Judge Breyer’s view it’s a “good sign” that we seemed more
sheep-like as a “free” nation after a highly controversial decision? I
believe it a very bad sign. The protests against Nam, abortion,
and other highly controversial decisions and issues, are actually
healthy signs, in my opinion. Now how some behave during those protests
is another matter. But whenever you have controversy: especially one
where judges who are appointed by Democrats and Republicans make a
decision that hands a lot of power to their benefactor: damn straight
there should have been at least some modicum of revolt. Think of the
historical nature of the decision alone, then add in how there was no
way to make it anything but a highly partisan decision: no matter who
won.
Note
that I phrased that so it doesn’t matter which party, or candidate,
benefited. If the Supremes had stepped in and decide for Gore I would
still feel the same way. I think they should have stayed the hell out.
For those Cons raising their middle digital fingers out there and
preparing to blast me, hold your electoral hearses while I continue to
beat this never quite dead horse. The next step in that election
should, and would, have been to bounce it back to the State: the
legislature and the Gov. You know what would have happened there: the same result.
Anyone who thinks how this was handled was a “good thing” apparently
also believes “good” is only defined as getting what one wants no
matter what the wider perspective: the overview, says about how we
handle such issues as a society. That’s a selfish, narrow minded, dare
I type unpatriotic way, to view what’s defined as a “good sign.” I can
understand the likes of Coulter, Bush, Limbaugh, Hannity, Scarborough
and their ilk claiming they view it this way. They have long tempered
their speech according to party demands and political correctness:
hence Limbaugh’s switch to a somewhat less anti-McCain style of
rhetoric as of late; content-wise. These are highly paid partisans
after all, who have counterparts on the Left who spin whatever into the
party’s position: kind of like how Barack’s change of mind is being
spun by some more Left oriented pundits. Please remember I’m neither
saying “good” or “bad,” here. I am simply saying “this is what they are
paid (far too damn well, in many cases) to do.”
But, Breyer? He should know better. It’s his goddamn job to know better.
Nations with controversies that create a crisis should have to suffer
some revolt: even if just a little. It’s healthy. Nations who don’t
remind one of 1984, the Soviets, the Nazis, those who lived
under the Rouge, Bradbury’s 451, Gattaca, or even the highly compliant;
puppet-like, citizens of Dark City.
I’m even more concerned over the health of those who opposed this
decision over the past eight years: no matter what their party
affiliation. Their, basically, non-reaction is a damn good indication
that there is a inherent sickness residing in their minds and their
hearts. One doesn’t have to look long to see where this has led us:
think of how hard they tried to find anything to impeach Clinton and
the flimsy lie of a premise they used to impeach him: that answering a
question phrased in the present tense makes it perjury by pretending it
was asked in the past tense. Then think of all the opportunities
eagerly thrown away to at least look into the possibility of
investigating and prosecuting high crimes and misdemeanors… trashed
quietly by the likes of poor public servants like Pelosi.
Please remember, I’m not saying impeaching was, or is, “the answer.” I
am saying there should have been a serious attempt to investigate the
possibility of whether it was necessary given the circumstances. If it
had happened the same way but the results had been the opposite, damn
straight impeachment would have “been on the table,” and beyond.
Something is seriously wrong with that extremely dysfunctional dynamic.
Apparently a good portion of American public left of the Radical Right
consists of docile sheep willing to grumble at best while they are led
to slaughter. I include myself in that category. After all, I didn’t
use my fictional arsenal of bazookas, crossbows, ICBMs and Z-bombs
(think of “A” as the least powerful) to take my country back.
Is it too late now?
Damn, I think it is.
Shame on me.
Worse Than a Frail Premise
When you go to camp there should be nothing to do. Lackadaisical, lazy,
days should pass quickly… one after another in a blur of serenity.
Being one who always has to be doing something: tour life seems to have
infected me with that odd ADD-like virus that I don’t remember having
before I started touring, I’m amazed and happy this is a mere fallacy
when at camp… for me. Days are black holes: sucking in “busy” from what
seems to be mostly empty space.
Like this last visit when I spent some of my time watching two videos
provided by Jim and Pattie: fellow Beaver River-ites. You don’t
understand: a TV at camp, to me, is like owning the Book of Satan
in a church. Only when I become a permanent resident will I give in to
this temptation… I hope. No promises. Things change, thank God. Life’s
diaper would be rather stinky if they didn’t.
I was grateful for the entertainment, so multiple thanks to Jim and
Pattie no matter what my opinion is of either movie.
The first VHS was Saving Grace:
a light romp through an elderly widow’s pot growing venture. Her
husband had left her holding nothing but bills and loans when he
decided to jump from a plane sans chute. Followed closely by “splat,” I
would assume. I used “chute,” because that’s what one might say on the
way down…
“Oh, chuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuteeeeeeeeeeee…”
(Or worse.)
The second movie, called Frailty,
I really didn’t care for. No, that’s too weak. It bothered me. That’s
still weak. I would never ban most movies but, if I was so inclined,
this might be at the top of my list. No, not because of “sex,” and
certainly not the mostly shower stall-like, Hitchcock-ian, nature of
this movie’s violence.
Matthew McConaughey plays Fenton Meiks, well… sort of, but mentioning
anything more than that would ruin a movie; and I really hate to ruin
even a bad movie for anyone. I like McConaughey, he does both “the good
man every gal wants to date,” and spooky, well: meaning he’s somewhat
more than just a character actor. That means he can “be” the role more
than someone like, oh, say Arnold Schwarzenegger, Danny DeVito, or
Bruce Willis; who mostly play the same character over and over. In the
acting skills department sometimes it’s like climbing into the same
poorly working Pinto every day for the rest of your life… or having a
car that can be the perfect station wagon one day, a winning race car
the next, and an ambidextrous amphibian car too. They can do damn near
anything, the best ones, and it will take a while before you figure out
who it is. Mathew’s isn’t that good… but better than most character actors, in this regard.
All the other actors did a fine job. The lighting, the editing, the shot values were fine.
Premise?
Well, if you wish to encourage religious fanatics to follow their
impulse to hack apart supposed “demons,” then it’s a heavenly,
delightful premise. Personally? I think 180 degrees: the opposite, way.
The last thing I would ever do is play this DVD at a Fundamentalist or
Pentecostal church where I’m guessing there’s a higher percentage of
“God speaking to me and telling me to do crazy things” folks.
This is a dangerous flick that feeds even more sickness into minds
already caught up in a sick form of religious fever. Jimmy Jones and
Charles Manson would might point to this film and say, “See, see,
that’s what I was talking about!” This is Bin Laden type reasoning,
from a more Christian angle, though I suspect even he doesn’t believe
Allah is clouding the minds of others to keep him from being caught. I
suspect he may think George Bush was when he handed the job of catching
him over to some of his warlord friends, though.
Mr. Meiks visits an FBI agent and tells him he knows who the God’s Hand
Killer is. The first God’s Hand Killer was Fenton’s father who had
visions from angels giving him lists of demons walking here on Earth,
and offering a means to “dispatch” such demons: an ax. The problem with
this movie is that he really does see these visions and he has God’s
approval. God even blurs the vision of others and their equipment (like
security cameras) to prevent stopping the murders. Yes, they are
murders, no matter what the premise of the movie. The father brings up
the sons to follow in his footsteps but is stopped by one from
continuing his “holy mission:” where he sees all the evil the demon has
done just by touching it.
Now one of the Meiks boys is carrying on the work of his Dad, after Pa was dispatched mid-slaughter.
Once again, if you want to see it anyway, I’ll be a gentleman and not
tell you more: though I had most of it figured out mid-movie. The only
thing I hadn’t figured out was that apparently whomever approved this
script likes to encourage the religiously insane to really think God
tells them how to destroy demons; and will cover up their tracks when
they do. Oh, maybe I’m being too harsh here. As we all know this is
biblically correct since Jesus hacked apart demons in his day, so
sayeth the bible.
No, it isn’t. No, it doesn’t. And, yes, that was sarcasm. Duh!
Are there demons walking amongst us? Maybe. Maybe not. I tend to
believe “not,” but I have few absolutes, personally, just some things
that seem more likely than others. Some may seem to be very much like
demons: our Hitlers, our Stalins, our Dahmers, crazy Texans who nail
gays to fences, our Mansons, our Harris and Klebolds, Barney… haven’t
you seen all those bumpy green grave sites; one with the blood stained
purse on top, in what used to be known as “Teletubbyland?” Yes, that’s
right, God ordered Barney to oft the quirky creatures known as
Teletubbies. Baby Bop was his weapon of choice. (Hence, “bop,” kind of
like in the song, Bunny Foo Foo.)
But it was their belief in their divine “missions:” and that some deity
approved and helped them in some cases, that made them them into the
terrors they became in many cases: not God, Allah, or the biggest, most
powerful deity of all: the Easter Bunny. (How does that mammal-God lay
those colorful eggs, anyway? It’s magic!)
Oh, and I almost forgot, people who come to believe they really are
“God’s Hand.” This movie provides even more madness for those who
believe the Holy Spirit gives them power, provides them “gifts,” to
judge others.
This is a very personal issue for me. In the early 80’s a good friend
of mine was murdered by her husband who claimed God was telling him his
wife was a demon. She had offered me a job at the store she ran and I
came very close to starting that day… and perhaps too close to having
some of those bullets in me too.
If you want a far better treatment on the theme of those who can see demons, try Dean Koontz’s Twilight Eyes,
where those who reveal demons risk arrest and death: often by these
very demons who have worked themselves into positions of power… or
goblins as the main character calls them. The neat addition is: these
demons are our own creation. Kind of like George Bush or Dick Cheney?
Sorry. Couldn’t resist, though I swear I can see the demon inside every
time they speak. Looks a little bit like Sam: the Fruit Loops
toucan. He’s speaking to me right now. “Yogi Bear is a ‘demon?’” I’d
better check that out. Hmmm… let me get back to you on that. No need in
making a… Boo Boo.
The premise of Frailty:
a justification for this type of madness, has potential for creating
little good: and far too much evil. Those who would say, “it’s just a
movie, Ken,” are missing the point. For us, it is. For them it provides
approval of the kind of wickedness that has plagued humankind since we
first started worshiping deities.
Frailty provides WMD-like manna for feeding the “crazy” in the minds of those who are quite theologically insane.
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Inspection is a column that has been written by Ken Carman for over thirty years. Inspection
is dedicated to looking at odd angles, under all the rocks and into the
unseen cracks and crevasses that constitute the issues and
philosophical constructs of our day: places few think, or even dare, to
venture.