Blackmoor Vituperative

I am taking a break from my effort to watch every DVD we own in more or less alphabetical order (currently on “C”), and viewing Frankenhooker. This is a funny horror movie from the golden age of VHS, released on DVD in widescreen. What I love about this movie is the mumbling, New Jersey-accented Jeffrey Franken, electrician and part-time mad scientist, whose bizarre activities are mostly ignored by his friends and family.

Mother: Oh, Jeffrey. I’m worried about you.

Jeffrey: Yeah, well, so am I, ma. Something happening to me that I just don’t understand. I can’t think straight anymore. Like my reasoning is all uh, twisted and distorted, you know? I seem to be disassociating myself from reality, more and more, each day. I’m antisocial… and becoming dangerously amoral. I-I’ve lost the ability to distinguish between right from wrong… good from bad. I’m scared, ma. I mean I feel like sometimes I-I’m plunging headfirst into some kind of black void of sheer, utter madness or something…

Mother: Do you want a sandwich?

Jeffrey: …no, thanks.

I am also working on a paper for my Criminology class. This seems appropriate.

“Anyone can become angry — that is easy, but to be angry with the right person at the right time, and for the right purpose and in the right way — that is not within everyone’s power and that is not easy.”

— Aristotle (Greek Philosopher, Scientist, and Physician, 384 BCE – 322 BCE)

This blog was created more or less as a joke: a place to complain about the inane and ludicrous things that annoy me, so that I could get on with my life. Overhyped movies, governmental stupidity, human frailty… it’s easy to get caught up in the irritations of life. However, despite what this web site might lead you to believe, I am, by nature, not an angry or bitter person. I prefer to be upbeat and optimistic.

Life is too short to be pissed off all the time.

Here are some things I am grateful for, in no particular order:

• The love of my life, who makes me a better person through her example.
• My mother, for raising myself and my sisters to be relatively sane, relatively responsible adults.
• My sisters and sisters-in-law, for raising children who might make their generation something worth celebrating some day.
• That I am warm in the winter, cool in the summer, and dry when it rains.
• Water that is abundant, inexpensive, and clean.
• Work that I genuinely enjoy.
• That the worst thing I realistically have to fear while traveling is being treated disrespectfully by a TSA flunkie.
• Inexpensive, reliable electricity.
• That the people who staff our government are usually too busy fighting each other to pay much attention to the rest of us.
• That I am so wealthy that I can throw socks away rather than darning them, and not even think about it.
• That I still have friends, despite my boorish and inconsiderate nature.
• That I am not as boorish and inconsiderate as I once was.
• Medical care that is effective, inexpensive, and widely available.
• That I have traveled beyond the horizon in all four directions.

This is proof that Americans have become weak and stupid.

A CBS News poll found that 81 percent of Americans approved of full-body scanners, 15 percent were opposed and 4 percent were undecided.

Sari Koshetz, spokeswoman for TSA, said Monday that “98 percent of passengers directed to go through … scanners have been happy to do so. If I’ve seen or heard any misconceptions here, it’s that this is a major controversy nationwide. And we haven’t experienced that from passengers.”

(from Travelers try to see through the scans, Miami Herald)

Disgusting. Simply disgusting. I am embarrassed for people so meek, brain-dead, and lacking even a basic sense of human dignity that they accept this abuse. The TSA “security theatre” crossed the line from inconvenient to unacceptable a few years ago, when they started demanding that people take off their shoes. This… offense… is so far over the line that anyone who chooses to go along with it for any but the most compelling reasons (work, family illness, etc.) doesn’t even deserve to be called “human” anymore. And the people who impose this nightmare on The Land Of The Free? I won’t call them what they deserve to be called: minors sometimes read this blog.

It’s a trick question, of course, since the answer is two words.

Just saw Harry Potter with some friends (it was our third choice, but the only movie that started at a convenient time). Have you spent a long weekend camping with three dull people? Then you have seen the new Harry Potter movie. What can you say about a movie where the worst thing the villain does is give a bad dinner party.

I haven’t seen the new Harry Potter movie, but based on the previous five (six?) movies, I will tell you what I expect from this one:

• Harry is a putz and does nothing useful
• Ron is annoying and does nothing useful
• Hermione is cute and smart and her talents are utterly wasted
• Drago snarls and whines but does nothing more evil than your average six-year-old bully
• The teachers ignore everything Harry says even though he’s right
• The authorities are clueless and ineffectual
• The villain kills one or two people, then does nothing interesting for the rest of the movie
• At the end of the movie, the villain isn’t defeated so much as he wanders away
• However much fun the last movie had, this movie has less

That’s what I expect. When it comes out on DVD, I will find out if I was right.

This is a fourteen minute film about Sal Giunta, the first person since Vietnam to be awarded the medal of honor.

The Sal Giunta Story from SebastianJunger/TimHetherington on Vimeo.

When people say, “Oppose the war, but support the troops,” this is what they are talking about. Sergeant Giunta is not to blame for US troops being in Iraq and Afghanistan: pencil-pushers in Washington, D.C. are to blame for that. You and I are to blame for that, because not enough of us have stood up and told our politicians to bring these brave young people home now, damn it.

Sergant Giunta and the brave young men and women who fight and die in third-world hellholes on the other side of the planet deserve our respect. The self-serving cretins who sent them there, and who keep them there, do not.

Oppose the war.
Support our troops.
Bring them home.
Now.

This is my niece, Makayla. I think this is pretty amazing. When I was her age, I never did anything like this.

When Makayla Heintz, 11, learned the Breast and Cervical Cancer Program at Harbor Hospital diagnosed her grandmother with breast cancer, she decided she wanted to make a difference. She started a lemonade stand and raised nearly $70. At Harbor’s 1903 Society Reception, Heintz presented the profits to Harbor Hospital President Dennis Pullin. That evening, Dennis and Angela Pullin offered a special challenge — they each matched Heintz’s donation and invited others to do the same.

Heintz’s story has motivated others to give, creating Makayla’s Challenge. Donations made as part of this challenge will be used toward the purchase of a blanket warmer for the Oncology department and to set up an emergency fund for oncology patients in need. It is not too late to participate in Makayla’s Challenge by giving $70 or more. Donations are being accepted in the Philanthropy department by cash, check or credit card.

I am not sure what’s up with the Batman museum, though.

Yesterday, the Transportation Security Administration (TSA) rolled out new nationwide rules for traveler pat-downs. Want to keep your genitalia private by avoiding the new backscatter security scanners? You can request a pat-down instead, but the TSA is intent on making sure you won’t enjoy it. The new rules require agents to pay renewed attention to your crotch, and their hands won’t stop until they meet testicular resistance. (No word on quite how far they’ll go should you lack said testicles.)

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But the new rules may not really be about “thoroughness” anyway, because “the obvious goal of the TSA is to make the pat-down embarrassing enough for the average passenger that the vast majority of people will choose high-tech humiliation over the low-tech ball check.”

(from Assume the position: TSA begins new nut-busting pat-downs, ArsTechnica)

This means that if you wish to take a commercial flight, you must submit to a search which is more invasive than that which is performed on a suspected murderer at the time of arrest. If you think I am exaggerating, call your local police and ask them.