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Post-Independence Day Ranting

Monday, July 7th, 2008

I’m writing this post out of some weird feeling of necessity, but I’m not actually sure what to write about.  I’ve been feeling a general sort of eighth-year-of-the-Bush-administration/too-hot-to-play-outside malaise of late.

Brian (Cheap Blue Guitar Brian, not UrbanBohemian Brian) has said what I wanted to say about Jesse Helms’ passing on Friday last – namely, us gay folk don’t do ourselves any good when we dance on the graves of our foes.  I think I said it when Falwell passed, and I’ll say it again about Jesse Helms: no, I didn’t like him and I’m pretty sure he would have hated me too, but celebrating his death is just wrong.

I don’t see a terribly large difference qualitatively between the headline in Towleroad “Ding Dong, Jesse Helms is Dead” and Rev. Phelps and his funereal ‘God Hates Fags and Dead American Soldiers’ campaign.  Celebrating death because you find the deceased personally distasteful is itself distasteful.

Friday, of course, was also Independence Day, which was celebrated with a cookout with some friends and a desperate hope that next Independence Day we’ll be able to celebrate both the anniversary of our country’s birth and our freedom from the neoconservative death grip on Washington.  The President has a 17% approval rating; Congress has a 13% approval rating.  For God’s sake, it’s time to start thinking in terms of common sense and not just in terms of Republicrat vs. Democlican.  Enough is enough, people!

In Egypt, they founded a whole political movement around the slogan “Kifaya” (“Enough!”)  Maybe it’s time we do that here.  Who’s with me?

I’ve already got an agenda item: The New York Times Magazine ran a profile of Rush Limbaugh this Sunday, which contains the following hypothetical platform for an “if you were elected president, what would your agenda be” Limbaugh administration:

  1. Open the continental shelf to drilling. Ditto the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge.
  2. Establish a 17 percent flat tax.
  3. Privatize Social Security.
  4. Give parents school vouchers to break the monopoly of public education.
  5. Revoke Jimmy Carter’s passport while he is out of the country.
  6. Abandon all government policies based on the hoax of man-made global warming.

“* Number 5 was a joke. I think.”

Let’s look at number 6 again. I already knew that Rush Limbaugh thought that global warming was being trumped up by the Democrats as an , but a hoax?  Seriously?  This is like people who don’t understand that a scientific theory (as in, “The Theory of Evolution”) means that it can’t be reproduced in a lab, but is otherwise pretty much evidential.

Yes, let’s declare global warming a hoax.  C’mon, dudes — FUCK THE PLANET!!  I’m sure Limbaugh and his Dittoheads would just love to live on a massive spaceliner with personal conveyances like humanity does in Wall-E.  (Great movie, by the way, you should see it.  Skip Hancock.)

And on that lovely note.  Have a happy Monday, everyone!  Take the reader poll if you haven’t already.

Stuff that makes you go “hmm.”

Wednesday, May 23rd, 2007

Here’s a pickle: one of the students at Jerry Falwell’s Liberty University has been arrested for possession of homemade bombs which he was going to use to target members of the Westboro Baptist Church who were protesting at Falwell’s funeral. (See: “Oh the irony” for the deets on that.)

I don’t really know what to think about this. On the one hand, not a fan of Falwell. On the other hand, really not a fan of Phelps.

As Yul Brynner once said: “Is a puzzlement.”

Oh, the irony

Wednesday, May 16th, 2007

Fred Phelps’ Westboro Baptist Church plans to picket at the funeral of Jerry Falwell because, among other things, Falwell was too nice to gay people.

The irony is just too much to bear. How can anybody take anything these people say seriously?

The Final Question — Answered

Tuesday, May 15th, 2007

Jerry Falwell has passed on. At this point, he knows the answer to the eternal question of Life, the Universe and Everything (or the question that goes with the answer). Either knows for certain that he was right all along, or he’ll never know that he was wrong. Either way, it’s no longer in our hands.

I gotta back up my cyberpal Brian here, though. I certainly didn’t like him (Falwell, not Brian), but I just can’t bring myself to be happy that someone has dead. Despite the fact that Falwell never showed the gay community any respect, we need to be the bigger men, women, and ‘tweens here. I wouldn’t want anyone to be happy about my passing, either. Would you? Let’s set an example here … for once.

Please?

P.S.: Just saw that Tammy Faye is going to be on Larry King Live reminiscing about Falwell. That might be worth tuning in for …

New Year, New Finds

Tuesday, September 26th, 2006

You can probably make two educated guesses from the title of this post. One would be that I’m completely insane and think that it’s already January 1 (which, given the day I’ve had, wouldn’t be entirely out of the question – although my personal preference would be for January 1, 2003 just to knock a few years off of my age). The other, of course, would be that I’m to the new television season, which we refer to in the business (us academics, that is) as a ‘year.’

I got really in to last year’s new season of television. My perennial standbys were gone: Friends had mercifully gone off the year after 10 seasons, Angel and The X-Files were gone, and dammit, I just needed something to fill the long evening voids right up until Ray and I discovered Blockbuster online (which has filled them up to a degree that’s rather frightening). So I settled down to watch all of the quality new shows, which all got cancelled one. by. one. I had a couple of winners (My Name is Earl) but as many losers (Kitchen Confidential, anyone?).

promoCThe lone new holdover from last season that I still watch is Bones, the Fox network drama that’s actually flourishing in its second season. I did not, as Ray constantly accuses me, start watching the show because I think that David Boreanaz (who played Angel on the show of the same name as well as Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which you’re not allowed to make fun of if you never watched it) is hot (somewhat attractive, yes, but not enough to make me cross the street).

The show is loosely based on the career of forensic anthropologist Kathy Reichs, and it’s just fun because of the Aaron Sorkin-like banter among the cast, and the vaguely David and Maddie type sexual tension between Booth (Boreanaz) and Temperance “Bones” Brennan (Emily Deschanel, who clearly got a new personal stylist this year on the show). I like it for the same reason that I like Battlestar Galactica: the people who inhabit its world are real, and flawed enough that you could imagine having a beer with any of them.

Seriously, could you imagine running into one of the pompous assholes that inhabit the island on Lost? It’s a good thing they’re all on a remote island somewhere because that way the rest of us don’t have to deal with them. Don’t get me wrong – I still watch the show religiously. I just feel better about it if I make disparaging comments about the characters from time to time.

Bones is flowing much better in its second season, though. I still remember the following exchange of “oh dear God” dialogue from an episode in the first season wherein staff artist and party girl Angela takes Bones to a hip-hop club:

Bones: “I like this music. It’s got a very tribal beat, very instinctual, like what Descartes says about the survival of the tribal instinct.”
Random black woman # 1: “What? You sayin’ it’s tribal ‘cuz we black?”
Random black woman # 2: “No, fool. She usin’ Descartes to say she down with the music.”
Me: “Please change the channel.”

As I said. Things have improved muchly.

This season, the new show I’m rooting for is Aaron Sorkin’s new drama Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip. I’ve liked Sorkin’s stuff for a long time, ever since SportsNight (I did skip The West Wing because I had just gotten myself weaned off of ER when it premiered and couldn’t face the prospect of another self-important drama).

Sorkin’s grown up, it seems. There aren’t nearly as many conversations that take place walking quickly through corridors. Amanda Peet is actually a good actress! Who new? And it’s great to have Matthew Perry back on television – even better to have him playing a character who isn’t some derivative of Chandler Bing. And, of course, Steven Webber is a smarmy guy, but he’s been doing that since he was the less attractive brother on Wings.

One of the other things that I find admirable about Studio 60 — and we’ll see how long this lasts — is the character of Harriet, played by Sarah Paulson (she was the Pinkerton agent on Deadwood and had a blink-and-you-missed-it role in Serenity as the agent sent to investigate what happened on Miranda). Harriet is a Christian. She’s not afraid to be a Christian. She prays before show time. She’s not afraid to speak her mind about her personal moral code. And somehow, she’s not a ridiculous caricature of Tammy Faye Bakker or whoever the current Mrs. Swaggert is. She’s a real character. (Am I, a gay man, actually applauding the portrayal of a ‘real’ Christian on network TV? Hell yes, I am. I know perfectly well they’re not all like Jerry Falwell, and it’s nice to see one of them for a change.)

After all, one of the other shows I watch fervently (Battlestar Galactica) is so full of Christian allegory it gets a little scary sometimes. Although I will vomit if they attempt to make James Callis’ spineless Gaius Baltar into some sort of Jesus figure.

So, it’s going to be an interesting season. We’re also watching Heroes on NBC, but I gotta say that I was kind of bored with the pilot: they showed most of it during the previews…

P.S. I got the latest GQ in the mail today, and James Mervyn’s profiled in it, too. The article is a lot less glowing than the piece in The Advocate, though. I don’t hold grudges against him – he wasn’t my governor, and I wasn’t a 40-something year old politician who threw it all away to come out of the closet (under duress and threat of a lawsuit). I just don’t think he’s a role model, and I have a problem with The Advocate saying so. Miss Cleo, for the record, did not make the new GQ, and that’s as it should be.

 

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