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He's looking worse every day.

And I don't mean in a figurative sense.



Within six months, this man is going to be:

A) In the ground.
B) In a hospital bed.
C) In a wheelchair in the corner of his bedroom, staring and drooling onto an old magazine on his lap that has a picture of himself on the cover.

Just hang in there, everyone. Mother Nature has your back.

So they really DO exist.



Conquistador - Procol Harum

Tower (2016) on Netflix.

If you all haven't seen this film, I recommend it.

It's a documentary about the 1966 University of Texas Tower mass shooting incident, and it's told almost ENTIRELY from the perspective of the victims, bystanders, cops and others who helped out that day. I think even the name of the gunman is only mentioned once.

It is unusual in that it mixes archival footage, rotoscoped animation, and interviews to provide a compelling picture of what it must have been really like to be there, and the extraordinary things that some of the people did to try to help the victims.

I mention this movie not because I'm encouraging wallowing in this latest absolutely horrible tragedy, but because this movie offers something that Mister Fred Rogers once told his Neighbors: When you see these terrible things on your TV, focus on all the HELPERS and what they're doing. It really helps with your perspective. I think this movie does a great job with that.
Posted by Dave Starsky | Mon Oct 2, 2017, 03:46 PM (1 replies)

I wish they would just get it over with.

They are absolutely bound and determined that they are going to kill us. They will never, ever, ever stop with their drive to eliminate healthcare for Americans. If it's not this bill, it will be the next one, or the next one, or the one after that.

The ONLY emotion they feel is flat-out insatiable greed. They can't be reasoned with. They can't be bargained with. And they absolutely WILL NOT STOP until we are all dead or until Sarah Conner tricks them into the metal crusher and pushes the button on them.

Just get it over with, assholes. Just do it. See what happens.

War For the Planet of the Apes

I finally got to see this movie yesterday, having been too busy this summer to get out to the theater much.

I won't talk about my opinion on the film or mention any spoilers. But I do want to discuss something about this movie that ABSOLUTELY blew my away--something that just in itself moved me to tears, because you almost never see it in ANY movies anymore, let alone "summer action blockbusters".

There are several looong stretches in this movie in which characters are interacting and there is almost COMPLETE SILENCE. There is no talking (not even any gestures). There is no snappy, snarky banter. There are no explosions or gunshots or screaming or smashing of glass objects or anything. There are just two (or more) characters communicating without saying a single word, and yet somehow you know everything that is being said. That communication is all the more poignant and powerful because of it.

It got me thinking that this something that you used to see in popular films all the time. Film IS, after all a visual art form. Yet for many decades, Hollywood has not trusted the audience to have the brains or attention span to figure things out on their own, and so this kind of thing has been relegated to "indie" cinema more or less, like the movies of Gaspar Noe.

(Not that there aren't explosions, gunshots, and screaming in WFTPOTA. It is, after all, a "war" movie. But it is more like "Grand Illusion" or "Bridge on the River Kwai" than "The Longest Day". The actual fighting stuff doesn't play that large a role.)

Just before this movie was released a couple of months ago, 20th Century Fox released this poster for it, which I thought was oddly compelling--and, again, not something you're used to seeing for a "summer action blockbuster". It has sort of a retro late 1960s design:



Having seen the movie, I can see why this poster was absolutely perfect for it and why the studio chose it. This IS a scene from the movie, and there are many others in it that are similar. They are all very moving, powerful moments. They are just beautiful.


Power Pop Remedy: Dwight Twilley - I'm On Fire

With special guests John and Susan Cowsill.

This should help get you going through the rest of the week, no matter what you've got going on.

Posted by Dave Starsky | Wed Sep 6, 2017, 09:17 AM (0 replies)

You are able to travel to 1977 for 10 minutes.

You can set your time machine for ANY geographic location you want. 

You can also bring anything you want with you, as long as it fits with you in a standard refrigerator, which is what your time machine is made out of. Anything you bring will also return with you to 2017 when the 10 minutes have expired. You can also bring something from 1977 back, as long as it fits with your other stuff. 

This takes an ENORMOUS amount of energy, so you only get ONE AND ONLY ONE shot at this. You have to make this 10 minutes count. 

Where do you go and what do you do? Seriously.

I hope all these fugitive Nazis are calling Trump's attorneys.

What's with all the tears, crybabies? Your Uncle Donald has you all taken care of. You, me, and everyone in America DISTINCTLY heard him say that he would COVER YOUR LEGAL BILLS should you be busted for beating up protesters. He is on video saying this! No ifs, ands, or buts about it.

So if I were you, I would dry those eyes, blow those noses, turn those frowns upside-down, and start making some damn phone calls. Start with that Jay Sekulow guy. He seems like he is well polished at getting stupid fuckups like you out of these kinds of scrapes.

If they say no, or they are so rude as to not even return your calls, then find some other attorney AND SUE THE BIG ORANGE BASTARD. He is, after all, the guy that got you into this mess, right? Of course he is.

You are still in deep shit and will most likely will still be heading to the slammer. But at least there's a chance you can make some coin off it. Maybe it can go to pay that child support that's been nagging at you.

Good luck to you. White America is counting on you. Make 'em pay!

Like Trump, I grew up during the Cold War.

I was always afraid that I'd be nuked to death.

Unlike Trump, I read the books Alas, Babylon; On the Beach; War Day; Swan Song; and A Canticle for Liebowitz.

I also watched the movies The Day After, Threads, Fail Safe, World War III, Colossus: The Corbin Project, Dr. Strangelove, A Boy and his Dog, War Games, The Atomic Cafe, and even Terminator 2, for crying out loud.

We practiced duck-and-cover drills in school before it became obvious to everyone that they probably did more harm than good.

My friends and I played a card game called Nuclear War. The object was to assemble a hand of nukes by matching up warheads with compatible missiles and then "launching" them at your friends' populations. Anyone wiped out by this had the privilege of "final retaliation", in which they could combine all of the missiles and warheads in their hand and launch them at whomever they pleased. These losers also got "final retaliation", and so on and so on. Eighty percent of the time, NOBODY won, but it was still fun to play.

I got REALLY good at the arcade game Missile Command. I mastered the technique of spreading my antimissile fire evenly at just the right height to take out the MIRVs before they broke up.

I stumbled upon a Civil Defense shelter once. It still had a lot of big cylindrical cans filled with post-nuclear supplies. The cans themselves were to be used as latrines, once you dumped out all of the iodine tablets, bandages, burn ointment, etc.

I didn't run across this stuff out of selection bias. I wasn't just some studious kid with a demented interest in morbid things. EVERYONE encountered this. EVERYONE with at least half a functioning brain knew how mutually assured destruction (MAD) worked. EVERYONE knew how serious it all was. EVERYONE worried or at least thought about the fact that we might be vaporized in our beds at night and never even know.

And despite all of the worries and the dark humor, there was always this one little thought at the very back of my mind: Someone at the top is competent enough to make sure it doesn't happen. Someone in charge has a family and/or friends and doesn't want to see them, or anyone else, get killed. It was cold comfort, but it was all we had.

We lived every day for decades under the shadow of nuclear war. Decades of time, effort, and energy, and many, many billions of dollars that could have been far, far better invested elsewhere.

But through it all, none of us got nuked to death. That whole MAD idea worked.

If Donald Trump gets any of us nuked to death, I am going to be righteously, insanely pissed off. Assuming I am still alive in the radiating rubble, I will crawl out of the ruins and be mad. I will be mad at Donald Trump.

Posted by Dave Starsky | Wed Aug 9, 2017, 03:32 PM (6 replies)
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