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Thursday, December 19, 2013

Hate and Love At The Closing Of The Year

So a Republican candidate for Senate wants to make poor kids sweep cafeteria floors before they can have a free school lunch. 

I try to be empathic. I try to understand that other people have different points of view and different ideas of what is right and what is wrong. I try not to be knee jerk and, when possible, to avoid unthinking jingoism. And I understand that left leaning progressives are just as susceptible to reflexive, unthinking adoption of liberal memes as anyone else, and I try to actually think things through and try to see them from other points of view.

I get that conservatives do not necessarily 'hate poor people'. In fact, many conservatives are poor people. And I get that the underlying emotion in all the 'punish the poor' tropes that are going around -- get rid of the social safety net, 'workfare, not welfare', 'no free lunch', all that stuff, is probably, by, at the very least, poor working class conservatives themselves, meant more or less honestly. These are people who work hard, don't make much money, have lousy benefits, and they pay taxes. Even if they're too poor themselves to pay much or anything in the way of income tax, they still pay sales taxes, gas taxes, other taxes. And they don't like to see the taxes they pay spent on 'freeloaders'. And that's an honest reaction, and I can respect that, I really can.

But the conservative politicians who propose this crap aren't poor. They're never poor. They're affluent or straight up rich pricks who have never swept a floor in their lives. Some of them may be 'self made', they may have started out in life poor, but if they did I guarantee you that somewhere in their past, they have benefited from the social programs that they now affect to despise (Paul Ryan, for example, wouldn't be screwing things up in Congress today if his family hadn't made a fortune in government contracts over the last 100+ years). And the ones that came from affluent backgrounds have never done anything particularly difficult or unpleasant in their lives. 

And that's what's really going on here. Affluent/wealthy/superwealthy conservatives are accustomed to living lives of indolent luxury. They have never had to do any hard, uncomfortable, or dangerous physical labor in their lives, and they don't want to, and they don't want their kids or grandkids to ever have to, either. But there is always hard, uncomfortable, and/or dangerous physical labor that needs to be done, and affluent/wealthy/superwealthy conservatives need to make damn sure there are always desperate poor people out there willing to do it... and they want to be able to pay those poor people the least amount of their inherited, fraudulently obtained, or softly earned (at comfortable executive jobs) money as possible, too.

This is why affluent/wealthysuperwealthy conservatives hate 'government interference in the free market' (like minimum wages) and are deadset against 'freeloaders'. It's why they make up stories about black Welfare queens driving Cadillacs and black Welfare bucks eating sirloin steak on your dime. Because if you're going to convince poor people to vote against their own interests, you have to make those poor people think they're not doing that. 

But it's not simply the (wealthy, trillion dollar) conservative propaganda media that is to blame. There is a genuine streak of mean spirited hatefulness that runs both wide and deep in the conservative movement, and nowhere is that more evident than among poor conservatives. If conservative demagogues appeal to these people and win their votes by serving up endless shovelsful of hate, resentment, and fear, still, these people swallow that shit by the 55 gallon drum and beat their spoons on the table shrieking for more. 

The conservative poor in this country will scream and shake their fists in the air when a President tries to give them affordable health care insurance, and why? Because their conservative Congressman, Senator, or Governor tells them that their tax dollars will be subsidizing poor freeloaders who don't look like them. 

The conservative poor in this country will howl in outrage if a 'liberal Congress' tries to extend Unemployment benefits, despite the fact that many of them have been living off those benefits for an extended period... and why? Because they've been told that a lot of those benefits go to support freeloaders who don't look like them.

What are the conservative poor willing, even happy, to see their taxes spent on? More prisons for people who don't look like them. More and more guns for local police forces who do look like them, to be used to lock up people who don't look like them. More airplanes, more cruise missiles, more military ordinance of every kind, all to be used to blow up people who don't look like them. And by all means, let's pay more money and give more benefits to the soldiers who invade the countries populated by people who don't look like them. 

If your entire political philosophy boils down to "help people who look like me/hurt people who don't look like me", you're not part of the solution. You are, in fact, the problem. 



http://www.msnbc.com/rachel-maddow-show/kingstons-race-the-bottom


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Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Too much time on my hands




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Sunday, November 17, 2013

Josh Marshall continues to be a douche

http://talkingpointsmemo.com/edblog/where-are-we-on-obamacare

"Where Are We On Obamacare?
What's your gut tell about where this is going, going on seven weeks in?

You're an optimist? A pessimist? Or maybe like some, you know it's the law and one that President Obama is highly unlikely to allow Congress to mettle with, so it's just going to plow on, bumps or not. That's what we're discussing at The Hive (sub req). Join us and let us know what you think."

- JOSH MARSHALL

I'm honestly looking for feedback here -- am I the only one who finds it incredibly inappropriate and tacky for a guy who runs a website to pose a question to his general readership, ask them to join the discussion... and then require a subscription fee from them before they can do so?

Marshall and I went around and around on this via email one day last week. He is, to say the least, somewhat defensive about moving all the discussion threads on his Talking Points Memo site behind a paywall. He's also very defensive about the incredibly intrusive ads he cluster bombs his readers with -- they are, literally, everywhere (despite his insistence that he decided to stop doing pop ups, a 'stop the Republicans' full page ad still pops up over every page there when I click on a link).

He advised me in no uncertain terms that (a) he needs to generate $200K a month to keep that site up and (b) the paywall only pays for about 5% of that. (He did not tell me how much the ads actually generate every month, nor did he tell me how much of that $200K a month goes to his own salary and bennies. And of course he's not obligated to, but as he began his side of the discussion by calling me 'unhinged', well, I'd find his further hectoring about how hard he has it and how tough it is and how he needs to do these things to pay his bills to be more convincing if he'd also told me exactly how much he really DOES make from the ads, instead of just how much he needs to make, and how much of that money goes to him personally.)

What started it all was me sending him a somewhat irate email after I read a little blurb inviting me to "be part of the team" and "join the discussion"... and when I clicked on that link, it led me to a page shilling me for a $50/year subscription.

He strongly implied he had no idea where that particular piece of verbiage was, near hysterically advised me that there were declaimers all over the site about how TMP Prime required a subscription, and also strongly implied that he had not written the "be part of the team join the discussion" lead in to the subscription pitch.

And yet, here he is, doing it even more explicitly, and signing his name to it. He's posing a question, asking everyone who reads his site to join in the discussion... and then, say hey and by the way, you need to subscribe to do so.

This just seems, to me, to be tacky bordering on immoral. But maybe I'm crazy. Certainly Mr. Marshall thinks I'm 'unhinged'.


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Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Josh Marshall, the Classiest Guy On The Internet

So today, I was over at Talking Points Memo, one of my favorite kneejerk liberal political sites, and I clicked on an article that sounded interesting.  Instead of getting the article, I got a page telling me all about the wonders of TPMPrime.  At the bottom of the page, it said:

""Become a part of our team. Join TPMPrime today."

And I thought, omigod, I'd LOVE to become part of the TPM team!  What are they going to pay me?  What are the benefits?  I mean, that would be AWESOME!!!

So I clicked on the link and... uh... no.  No, not so much.  To 'become part of the team' and 'join TPMPrime', I need to pony up fifty bucks a year as a subscription fee.

So, I sent off this email to the site:

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"Become a part of our team. Join TPMPrime today."

That's what it says, at the bottom of the page that came up when I clicked on an interesting sound article (I think it was "And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going") listed in the right margin of another TPM article I'd just finished.

"Become a part of our team."  I swooned!

But then, after another click, and much reading, I discovered... I'm supposed to pay for the privilege of doing this.

Yep.  "Become part of our team.  Join TPMPrime today."

Nowhere in those calculated to appeal,  wonderful sounding words, does it say anything about money.  Nowhere does it use the word 'subscribe' or 'fork it over' or 'yeah, happy to have you, just haul out that credit card, bitch'.  Nowhere.

Just 'Become part of our team.'

You know what?  Fuck you.  And your team.

I've been an avid reader of Talking Points Memo for a decade now.  I used to be a pretty regular contributor to the reader forums, under the name Doc Nebula.  I got a lot of likes, a lot of dislikes, stirred up some controversy, took part in a lot of good conversations.

And now, to be 'part of your team', I need to give you some money.

I'll be unliking your Facebook page to get you the fuck out of my Facebook stream.  And I won't be dropping by your page any more.  Whatever microscopic income may have been generated by my 10 or 20 hits a day, is now gone.

You want me to subscribe?  Ask me to subscribe.  Use those words.  Or words that otherwise indicate you're putting your hand in my pocket, groping for my wallet.

Don't ask me to 'become part of your team' by 'joining TPMPrime'.

That's just low.

Once again, a very cheery and unprofessional 'fuck you' to every single one of you.  Yes, you and you and you and YOU!

Assholes.

Sincerely,

D.A. Madigan

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And then, wonder of wonders, I got an email back!  From the head honcho at TPM his damn self, Josh Marshall!  And he said:

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Dear Darren,

I think you win the award for the whackiest and most unhinged email in some time.  The site is positively plastered with the fact that Prime is a membership program.  Look at the top of the site where it says "Subscribe to Prime".  It takes you to this page.

http://talkingpointsmemo.com/prime/account/new

You will notice the blaring "Subscribe to Prime" $50 / Year.

If there's a part of the site as opposed to the top of the site and the bottom of the site and basically everywhere else where this doesn't clear, it would be help if you could say where that it is as opposed to launch off on this tirade.

You are clearly under the impression that some rich person pays the millions of dollars a year it costs to create TPM.  Sorry to disabuse you of that illusion.  TPM is a company.  It requires revenue to pay its employees.  Our membership system costs $50 and this you apparently see as a major conspiracy against you because you didn't see quickly enough that there's a subscription fee and that's driven you on a wild rant against everyone here.

I think you need to take a deep breath and probably focus on how completely inappropriate and bizarre this email is.

Best,

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So then I said:

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Well, at least I won an award.

While advising me of how whacky I am, you might perhaps take a moment to reflect, not on how many different places you have different messages plastered, but just how disagreeable the message 'join our team' is, as a lead in to a delayed pitch for money.

But, again, as long as I'm the best at something, I'll declare victory and retire from the field, and you go on and continue to ignore my opinions.  Cuz I don't matter.  Not unless I give you fifty bucks, anyway.

Were you ever not a sell  out?  I'm just wondering.


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Now... I get that Talking Points Memo, like every other breathing bipedal semi sentient mammal on this planet, wants my money.  I do.  I get hammered with that knowledge every time I go over to TPM and get barraged with pop up ads every time I click on a link or scroll down or even look sideways at any of their pages.

And I guess I don't object to it.  I mean, everyone wants money. I want money.  TPM employs lots of people, Josh has to pay those people, he's got rent and ISP fees and all kinds of other stuff.   He needs to generate revenue.   Apparently, he needs more revenue than is generated by the ubiquitous and exasperating array of ads he puts on his site, and so, he is reserving some of the site's 'better' content behind a pay wall.

That's great.  That's fabulous.  That's all well and good and hunky motherfucking dory.  Absolutely.

My protest, and I think I made this clear, was directed directly towards the language used to try to entice me to subscribe.  Namely:

"Become a part of our team. Join TPMPrime today."

This does not sound like "Give us money".  This sounds like "We value you and want to pay you".

And I'm reasonably sure that this phrasing is not accidental.

So, I sent him a nastygram.  And for doing this, for taking the time to voice my feelings about this almost cruelly deceptive phrasing on his website, what do I get?

I get called 'whacky' and 'unhinged'.

You're a class act, Mr. Marshall.


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Friday, November 08, 2013

Values

Values.

Christian values. American values. Family values. These are all emotionally evocative phrases, employed pretty much interchangeably by those who use such terms without irony or sarcasm. 

Because to those who champion such 'values', the words 'Christian', 'American', and 'family' are also pretty much interchangeable. Christian means American, American means Christian, and family means both. 

Yet what sort of values are such people talking about? What, exactly, are 'Christian/American/family values'?

I don't know. Apparently, these values are entirely subjective, and largely defined in the negative. We may not be sure what these values are, but we certainly know what they are not -- they are not homosexual, they are not Muslim, they are not feminist, they are not about immigrants or non-English speakers or weirdos or hippies. 

They are not even remotely tolerant. 

They are about 'decency'. They are about 'patriotism'. They are about puppies and kittens and NASCAR races and proud soldiers carrying our flag across bullet torn, bombed out battlefields and church on Sunday morning and prayer in schools. 

And they are about internment camps in World War II and Guantanamo Bay, and firebombed Planned Parenthood clinics, and Abu Ghraib, and 'rendition', and fagbashing, and slut shaming, and hate. Always, always, always the hate. The liberals want to take our guns. We hate them. The one world United Nations government wants to steal all our water and ruin our golf courses. We hate them. The Kenyan Muslim Socialist pretender Nobama with his invisible black helicopters wants to force everybody to have health insurance and buy votes with his free Nobama phones. And we hate him. 

And that hatred, of course, is born of fear -- fear that our sons will be gay, our daughters will be sluts, people in turbans will blow up our houses, people who don't speak our language will move in and play loud Mexican music at all hours of the day and night, foreigners in black helicopters will force us to ration our water so that some dumb fucking raghead somewhere can have a drink without getting malaria. 

And most of all, what we hate and fear most, is the thought that people who don't look like us will be treated with the same respect that we feel we are entitled to. That we will no longer be deferred to, that we will no longer be a privileged class here in our own nation, that our ancestors built with their own hands, with their own toil, and blood, and sweat, and tears. That ours will no longer be the only voice that anyone hears, that our ideas and our values and our choices and our lifestyles will no longer be the only ones allowed here, in Christian family America. 

Because America is a nation that was built by white Christian heterosexuals -- and the bodies and blood of enslaved blacks and Asians and Hispanics, and murdered and displaced Native Americans, are the bricks and mortar that nation was built on. 

Christian/American/family values are, essentially, hate and fear. And the murderous violence those things seem to inevitably lead to, when indulged.


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Tuesday, November 05, 2013

In Which The Knight Agency Goes And Fucks Itself

I had completely forgotten that the Knight Agency was on the list of places I sent my DERBY CITY DEAD announcement to.

Until I got this in the ol' email box today, anyway.

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Dear Darren:

Thank you so much for allowing our agency to consider your material. Unfortunately, after carefully reviewing your query, we’ve determined that this particular project isn’t the right fit for our agency at this time. As I’m sure you know, the publishing industry changes swiftly now, as do readers’ tastes and trends. As a result, our own agents’ needs shift and change, as well; therefore, we would like to encourage you to consider querying us with future projects as you may deem appropriate.

Again, thank you very much for allowing us this chance to consider your material, and we wish you all the best in your publishing endeavors.

Sincerely,
Whitney
The Knight Agency
Submissions Coordinator

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I responded as follows:

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No, thank YOU. It was kind of you to take a nanosecond out of your day to reject me absolutely out of hand with no consideration whatsoever. YOU and your great generosity of spirit are the reason why this world is the wonderful place it is, so full of opportunities for anyone with talent and a willingness to work hard. Really. Thank YOU.

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You know what? I would honestly rather be ignored than rejected. Especially when I know that if Stephen King had sent them the exact same email, they'd have fallen all over themselves begging for a manuscript. Fuckers.




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Warriors... stay home and play with yourselves





I'm a big comics fan. A phrase you used to read a lot in the comics of the 80s and 90s was "a warrior born". Starfire of the New Teen Titans was "a warrior born". Wolverine was "a warrior born". Batman was "a warrior born". The Punisher was "a warrior born". Ms. Marvel was "a warrior born". Etc, etc, etc.

Leaving aside the probably ridiculous notion that anyone is ANYthing at birth besides bloody and squirming and crying, the notion of someone being "a warrior born" is actually kind of scary.

The posted quotation, above, bothers me because it pretty much directly compares 'warrior' and 'really nice guy' and states that 'warrior' is better. And it's not.

Warriors break things and hurt or kill people. They may have a good reason, they may not, but that's what they do. Really Nice Guys... are really nice guys. They don't break things or hurt or kill people. At least, not on purpose, and if they do, they don't throw back their heads and yell "FREEEEEEDOMMMMMM!!!" or something retarded like that, they feel bad and they apologize and if they can replace whatever it was they broke, well, that's what they do.

I do not in any way argue with the concept that many many women PREFER a 'warrior' to a 'really nice guy'. Many many woman do really like great big manly chunks of violent testosterone strutting around all hairy and belligerent and shit. I know this is true. I do not deny it.

Still, I am troubled by the claim that what women NEED is a warrior instead of a really nice guy. Because that's just bullshit. The women I know who couple up with Captain Macho are usually pretty miserable, and spend much of their time lamenting that they can't ever seem to meet a 'really nice guy'.

This concept -- women need a 'warrior', not a 'really nice guy'... seems to me to be akin to our culture's insane fetish for the military. I've been in the military, and the military is an organization where they spend a great deal of time uncivilizing their recruits. Why? Because when you grow up in a civilized culture, you gain an instinctive aversion to violence. The process is called 'socialization' and it's probably the greatest emotional advance the human race has ever made. The military is all about violence, they need their people to be violent -- on command -- so what the military does is, it takes civilized people ('civil' is the root word of both 'civilization' and 'civilian' for a reason) and turns them into folks who will blow things up, or hurt people, or kill them, just because someone with a decoration on their sleeve tells them to. This is not admirable. It is certainly not something that we should fetishize or worship.

Very Nice Guys... hell, Very Nice People... are what we are all supposed to be, and far too few of us are... and it's attitudes like the one below that cause people to think that being 'nice' is something that is foolish or futile or laughable or ridiculous or not cool. It is an attitude that encourages a culture of selfishness, of mean spiritedness, of bullying, of... well, of violence.

Very Nice People are far, far more important than Warriors. If there were more Very Nice People in the world and fewer Warriors (or people filled with contempt for the former and drooling worshipful awe for the latter) the world would be a far, far better place.


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Monday, November 04, 2013

Derby City Dead

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE



D.A. Madigan, Louisville's Best Local Author (LEO 2011 Reader's Choice), has produced a dozen previous novels of fantasy and science fiction, including

ZAP FORCE ("If you love Silver Age comics, and what decent person doesn't, Darren Madigan has recreated what you love in 'Zap Force.' It's nostalgic, it moves fast, and you can almost see the colored pages as you read. Tons of fun." - Daniel Keys Moran, author of EMERALD EYES, THE LONG RUN, and THE LAST DANCER)

THE FEAR MASTERS ("...a visual, energetic style..." - John DeChancie, bestselling author of CASTLE PERILOUS and SKYRIGGER )


and UNIVERSAL MAINTENANCE (“If you like well written science fiction by an intelligent and talented author this book is for you.” - Allyson Young).


Now for the first time he ventures into the bleakest, blackest reaches of urban horror with DERBY CITY DEAD, the story of a small group of people living in Louisville, Kentucky, who find themselves surrounded and besieged by hordes of screaming flesh eating ghouls, when the dead rise from the grave and begin to attack and devour the living.

As civilization crumbles and Derby City becomes an open urban grave overrun with legions of the hungry damned, a handful of survivors must pull together to endure the unending horror and terror of existence in the empty, death haunted ruins of a once thriving metropolis.






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Friday, October 25, 2013

In Which Opportunity Knocks Me On The Head

So I recently went and looked at the page of an established professional author whose posts don't show up in my regular stream, for various reasons having to do with me generally finding his posts annoying as hell. (Like many established professionals, he's all about his own work and the wonder that is him, but if an unknown like me asks him for advice or any sort of help, he glowers and gets huffy, because he has endless amounts of time to sit around and talk about the wonder that is him, but absolutely no time at all to help anyone who hasn't already managed to succeed on their own. Pretty much every established author I've ever encountered has this attitude. Somehow or other they managed to make their way in, and they have absolutely no obligation to help anyone else do it. It's like, as soon as you become somewhat successful, you become a complete Republican... 'hey, I got mine, now you go get yours, but don't expect any help from me and make sure you keep your hands off what I got'. And perhaps I'll become exactly like this if I ever become even remotely successful, too, but I sure hope not.) 

Anyway, I found he'd said a few interesting things... generally, in amidst the other posts about the wonder that is him, he does say a few interesting things... so I posted to a few of his threads. 

And at one point, in a thread where the discussion centered around writing and plotting techniques, he apparently grew annoyed with my constant whining and sniveling about being an unknown writer whose work no one wants to publish or read, and he said "Being unknown is an opportunity, if you can take advantage of it."

I asked him very respectfully what, specifically, he meant by that, as I myself cannot think of any way that being an unknown is an opportunity, or how to take advantage of it. But, as I have already mentioned, he's a successful professional author with a great deal of experience in that field, so, presumably he does indeed have concrete, objective advice as to exactly how I can 'take advantage' of the 'opportunity' that 'being unknown' represents. 

So far he hasn't responded to my request, but I live in hope.

I mean, to do otherwise would be to presume that he was just blowing smoke up my ass to shut me the hell up. And I'm sure he wouldn't do that.


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Thursday, October 17, 2013

Networking for dummies

LinkedIn keeps inviting me to join groups like "Writer's World" and "Writer's Nook" and "Freeing the Writer Within". 

I don't need these groups. I need the group entitled "Editors Who Will Actually Read Your Work And Possibly Buy It If It's Good Without Making You Wait Two Years In A Slush Pile and Then Sending Your Ms. Back Unread When You Finally Call Their Intern Up To Inquire About It". 

Now is where Joe R. Lansdale bombs into my thread and tells me how easy it is these days for kids like me to self publish and how the he personally knows people who sell their work and have successful writing careers every day. 


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Thursday, October 10, 2013

Joss Whedon, Lord Emperor of Greater Douchelvania

I'm late to the party on this, but a quick search on 'Hank Pym in AVENGERS movie' brings me many links confirming that Joss Whedon is a gigantic bag of dicks who will never ever put Hank Pym into an AVENGERS movie. 

Wait. Did I just jump to an enormous conclusion? Well, whatever.

It is apparently confirmed by Whedon himself that although Ultron is the villain of the next AVENGERS movie, Whedon has magnanimously decided to change Ultron's origin so as to completely exclude any mention of Hank Pym.

If Whedon's going to use Ultron while excluding Pym, my presumption has to be, Whedon has no intention of ever putting Pym into the Avengers movie franchise.

Following on that presumption, Whedon is a gigantic back of dicks.

Following on THAT presumption, I don't even know if I want to watch any more AVENGERS movies if Whedon is involved with them.

If I had had the power to do so, I would have forestalled any production of any AVENGERS movie that did not include some version of Hank and Janet Pym. And it would have had to be a positive, heroic version, not Douchebag Hank and dumbass Jan from ULTIMATES.

But I did not have that power. And I don't have the power to do anything about Whedon doing another AVENGERS movie without Pym.

But I do have the power to not watch the fucker, and that's where I think I am right now.


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Sunday, October 06, 2013

Linkage

So here's my Kindle Author's page, with awesome science fiction, fantasy, pulp adventure, and horror books by me, D.A. Madigan, Louisville's Best Local Author!

And here's a link to my newest non fiction book, a memoir of a recent collaboration with a Professional Established Comic Book Artist!

And here's my latest fiction book!

And here's my Smashwords author's page, with e-copies of all my books in various e-formats!


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The No Comment Zone

This post is in my No Comments Zone! Because I don't CARE what you think!

Women should be slaves to men. That's how God intended it and it is not only wrong but SINFUL to try to live any other way. And young people need to defer to their elders in everything! We know better! About EVERYTHING! Also, if you disagree with me about anything, SHUT UP!!!! If I want your opinion I'll give it to you! Your freedoms end where mine begin and mine begin everywhere so SHUT UP!!!!

Taxes are fascist oppression and nobody should have to pay them! And all the haters and the whiners and the lazy ass looter-moochers and gays should be sent to jail and forced to do hard labor like garbage collecting and cleaning the houses of their betters FOR NOTHING!!!! And if you don't support our troops then you're a filthy traitor and you should be shot or sent to jail and forced to work FOR FREE!!!!

And keep your filthy huge liberal oppressive government interference out of my Social Security and Disability and Medicare!!!!

And if you love the Kenyan socialist Muslim pretender Nobama or that liberal fascist traitor feminazi Hitlery so much why don't you just marry them in a big gay-group marriage ceremony on board a United Nations black helicopter and then have a gay honeymoon stealing all of America's guns and golf courses with your ACORN cohorts!

And if you choose to be gay that's fine but keep it to yourself!!!! Because it's disgusting and decent people shouldn't have to look at that plus what about the kids? Think about someone else for a change you faggots!

Actually it's not fine to be gay it's an affront to GOD and the liberal Supreme Court will burn in hell FOREVER for their homo love!

Remember, this post is in my No Comments Zone! I'm tired of all this discord and argument and disagreement in my comment threads so if you post any comments at all I WILL DELETE THEM!!!! Plus it will just prove that you suck!!!! And are stupid!!!! And have butt face!!!!




If you enjoyed this post, try my novel Time Watch !  It's an alternately exciting and hilarious story about what happens when a thirty-something nerd named Jim gets hold of a wrist watch that lets him travel in time... and the aliens who lost it come after him to get it back!


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THE STUPOR-ZERO WOMEN

Dug out Marvel Comic's THE SUPERHERO WOMEN by Stan Lee and started reading through it yesterday. 

This was originally published in 1977, as part of the 'Marvel Origins' line. It supposedly features the 'origin' stories of many of Marvel's female superheroes, and is clearly meant to be a distaff equivalent to the previous entries in the 'Marvel Origins' TPB line, ORIGINS OF MARVEL COMICS, SON OF ORIGINS, and BRING ON THE BAD GUYS -- which were entirely devoted to tales of male superheroes and supervillains.

THE SUPERHERO WOMEN is also a really painfully self conscious attempt on the part of both Marvel as a company and Stan Lee, specifically, to cash in on that whole wild and wonderful 'Women's Lib' thing that those crazy swingin' college chicks were getting 'into' back then. And, yes, the patronizing male condescension is absolutely that rankly apparent in pretty much every introductory word Stan Lee types for this horror.

See, while the basic idea is sound -- nobody did a better job of exploiting passing pop culture fads than Marvel did during the Sensational 70s -- there was a real problem with this particular concept.

It was as if Stan woke up one morning and decided to cash in on the Civil Rights Craze by doing an entire trade paperback reprinting the origin stories of all Marvel's funky, freaky black characters. And for all I know, that may well have occurred to old Smilin' Stan... and the reason that TPB never appeared is the same reason that should have kept THE SUPERHERO WOMEN non existant as well -- MARVEL HAD ALMOST NO CHARACTERS THAT FIT THE FORMULA.

Superhero comics began at a time when mainstream American culture was utterly dominated by male nominally Christian purportedly heterosexual Caucasians. This was the general target demographic because it was male nominally Christian purportedly heterosexual Caucasians who had the money to spend on cheap, throwaway entertainment like comic books. Comics, like all other forms of for profit pop culture offerings, catered to this audience and instinctively did nothing to offend it -- which meant that superhero comics from their inception featured white guys as the heroes.

I want to say that no conscious decision was ever made about this, that it was simply instinctive for comics founders like Simon and Schuster and Kane to create characters like Superman and Batman as white guys who were obviously heterosexual (at least, judging from their romantic interests) and who, while never obviously demonstrating any particular kind of religious preference, still, did nothing that would keep people from presuming they were some manner of protestant Christian. But given that so many of comics' founders were actually Jewish, I'm not sure that a conscious decision wasn't made, at some point. to make all 'superheroes' goy and white -- and given that at least a few of comics founding geniuses were probably closeted homosexuals, most likely a conscious decision to make all superheroes straight was made by at least some of them, as well.

However, in comics Golden Age, there were a handful of female protagonists, ranging from Lady Luck to the Black Canary to Wonder Woman and the original Black Widow (a crazed assassin put on Earth by Satan to kill evildoers). They made up a very small percentage of the otherwise overwhelmingly masculine super hordes, but they were there.

This did not continue into the Silver Age. When DC tested the waters to see if it was 'safe' to publish superheroes again, they did it by reviving male characters -- the Flash, Hawkman, Green Lantern, the Atom -- in new, updated, Silver Age, 'atomic' guises. Black Canary did not get a 'Silver Age' re upholstering, and Wonder Woman had never been out of print. (Wonder Woman has never been out of print, although she has never been as popular a character as any of her male contemporaries. It's just that her publishers have never owned the rights to the character; rather, they lease them from the heirs of Wonder Woman's creator, and the deal under which they lease those rights requires that Wonder Woman perpetually have her own title.)

When Marvel looked over at DC's 'Silver Age' successes and decided to try to emulate them in the early 60s, they very much varied the characterization and personality formulas of the superhero up to that time, creating far more complex and realistically nuanced characters -- but Marvel's line up of characters were still all very much male nominally Christian purportedly heterosexual Caucasians. The only super powered women that Marvel created in the early 60s fell into what I call the 'Inevitable Girl' formula -- which is to say, every super team needed a chick in it, so every super team got one. Thus and so, the Fantastic Four got Sue Storm, the Invisible Girl. The Avengers got the Wasp, who was Ant-Man's sidekick. (A female sidekick for a male character was pretty revolutionary at this time, however, the Wasp also filled the other formula slot that Marvel confined nearly all of its female superheroines to for decades, namely, the Distaff Version of a More Powerful Male Character type chick.) The X-Men got Marvel Girl. And for a very long time, these were the ONLY super powered female characters the Marvel Universe had.

Yet by the time 1977 rolled around, there were a few more female super characters hanging around -- not many, and almost none of them had ever had their own titles, but, still, there were a few. None of them had proven even remotely popular or commercially successful, making one wonder exactly what it was Stan Lee thought he was doing, putting a book like this on Marvel's publishing schedule -- but maybe he figured, what the hell, the stories were all reprints, he might sell a few copies of stuff that otherwise wasn't generating any revenue right now, and maybe it would get him laid by some of those kookie swingin' college Women's Libbers.

And so it was that THE SUPERHERO WOMEN hit the stands, featuring the 'origin' stories of such humdinger characters Ms. Marvel, Red Sonja, the Invisible Girl, Madame Medusa, the Black Widow, the Wasp, and Hela, Goddess of Death.

No Marvel Girl, strangely enough. Even more strangely, no Valkyrie, a singularly liberated female character who had appeared, by that time, as the only female member of the Defenders, and who was certainly no more obscure than Hela, or, for that matter, the Cat, Shanna the She Devil or Lyra the Femizon, three other characters who didn't even get on the cover of THE SUPERHERO WOMEN, but who appeared within its pages nonetheless. No Scarlet Witch, a character who had become more and more prominent and well developed over the course of her membership in the Avengers.

In fact, the choices for the various stories and characters included in the volume seem... well... strange, to say the least. Medusa, for example, has never had her own title; rather than reprint a tale from when she was perhaps the most formidable member of the FF's opposite numbers the Frightful Four, or something from the Inhuman's various solo features, Stan chose an issue of Spider-man in which Medusa guest starred for inclusion here. The Black Widow got the same treatment, and it's even crazier there, because prior to this TPB's publication, the Black Widow had her own feature for a while in AMAZING ADVENTURES, and Lee could have reprinted any of those stories instead of one where she essentially played second fiddle to Peter Parker.

Whatever the case may be, the entire volume more than adequately displays that over the decades, Marvel's treatment and depiction of female super-protagonists has been pretty weak, if not outright shameful. Of all of the female characters featured in this volume -- Medusa, Red Sonja, the Invisible Girl/Woman, Ms. Marvel, Hela, The Cat, The Wasp, Lyra the Femizon (whoever the hell she is), Shanna the She Devil, and the Black Widow -- only five have ever had their own titles.

Of that five, only one (Ms. Marvel) currently has her own title. None of them have ever been particularly popular or commercially successful (The Cat got two issues of her own title and one issue of Marvel Team Up, the character then went on to mutate into two different characters, the Hellcat and Tigra, both of whom have, at one time or another, had their own titles that had very short runs, neither of whom have proven to be particularly successful over the years).

Now let's take a more analytical look at these characters. Out of the 10, 3 were created to fill the Inevitable Girl slots in otherwise all male teams (Medusa, the Invisible Girl, and the Wasp). Five are arguably female surrogates of more popular male characters -- Red Sonja (Conan), Ms. Marvel (Captain Marvel), The Wasp (Ant-Man), Shanna (Ka-Zar), and the Black Widow (Spider-man).

(It may seem unfair to reduce the undeniable complexities of the Black Widow character to a phrase like 'female Spider-man surrogate' -- but the story in which she appears in THE SUPERHERO WOMAN presents her as nothing but an inferior female copy of Spider-man, so in this particular case, it's actually very accurate. And even when we speak of the complexities of the Black Widow as a character, she has, since her introduction, always been paired with male characters and her persona has always been largely defined by her interactions with male characters. )

Only two of them have identities not derived or in some other way defined by male characters -- Hela, Goddess of Death, who is in no way a protagonist or even really much of a character, and Lyra the Femizon, whom I don't think anyone on Earth had ever heard of prior to THE SUPERHERO WOMAN coming out, and I doubt many who have read this volume even vaguely remember.

Neither of these characters can even remotely be accurately described as 'superhero women', either.

And that most of the stories are simply straight up awful, well, that doesn't help this TPB work any better, either.

All told, other than the historical value of owning something that reprints both THE CLAWS OF THE CAT #1 and "The Fury of the Femizons" from SAVAGE TALES #1, there's really little point to or value in this trade paperback.

Nonetheless, I'm happy to have it in my collection, wretched though much if not all of it is.



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Paying for the Party

I've been searching the web and cannot find details anywhere on Congressional take home pay. But the GSA payroll calendar shows that paydays are every other Wednesday, and Congressional gross pay is currently $174,000 per year. Divide that by 26 and multiply by .85 and you get a rough take home pay of $5,688.46 every two weeks.

This is what we are paying Congressional Republicans for taking meaningless votes they know they cannot win, over and over again, to repeal the Affordable Care Act. Why do they bring these bills to the floor and vote on them, over and over again? So they can tell the idiots back home who voted for them that they have 'voted to repeal Obamacare'.

$5,688.46 every two weeks. This is what we are paying these people to work 126 days a year. They work no 5 day work weeks, no weekends, and even when Congress is in session, nobody actually makes them show up for work if they don't feel like it on any given day. They can get out of bed whenever they want, they can go home whenever they want, take a break, go to lunch, stay away for as long as they feel like it. They do not get occurrences. They do not have supervisors. Nobody is keeping track of their attendance, much less reviewing their performance.

They essentially keep whatever schedule they want to. They cannot be fired other than by being voted out, and many of them (the worst ones, generally) have 'safe' districts due to gerrymandering.

And when they do actually try to 'work', what they mostly do is talk to each other about Jesus and the need to control women's reproduction and the War on Christmas and the President's birth certificate and how Federal law is repressing the rights of wealthy white Christian CEOs to deny their employees birth control. The only hard work they do is preserving corporate subsidies for the people who will be paying them huge sums as lobbyists when their Congressional terms are over.

Or, they shut down our government. Because... well, for no reason any of them can clearly articulate, apparently. Something to do with them being disrespected. I'd like to disrespect them with a shovel. Or any other reasonably heavy blunt instrument.

$5,688.46 every two weeks. And a free office and a paid staff and taxpayer funded vacations... er, I mean, fact finding junkets... and any number of other privileges we can only dream of. Permanent pensions. Health care. Free parking. Access to official vehicles.

I'm sure some of our Congressional representatives work very hard. My Congressman, John Yarmuth, works his ass off and he donates his salary to charity, too. But he's not one of the worthless Tea Party leeches who is shutting down our government because freeeeeedommmmmmmm!!!!!!, either.

$5,688.46 every two weeks.

Every single one of these people who isn't doing their job, who isn't working to actually help this country get back on its feet, who isn't trying to help American citizens who need it, every single one of these people should be arrested for misappropriation of public monies.

Well, they should actually be arrested for treason, but certainly, someone could make a good solid legal case that they are robbing the Treasury simply by cashing the paychecks they have in no way earned.




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Rock out with your cock out

Rereading STARSHIP TROOPERS. It's been awhile.

On previous readings, at (obviously) younger ages, I guess the opening pages, in which the narrator and his soldier buddies cheerfully invade an alien planet for no reason ever made clear and bounce around in their futuristic powered battle armor gleefully slaughtering sentient beings with flamethrowers and blowing all their shit up with nuclear weapons... I guess that just didn't bother me. I mean, the victims were all aliens, and rather later on in the narrative, we are told that these aliens had the poor taste to ally themselves with other aliens that Earth really doesn't much like, so these Earthly space marines were sent on a "demonstration of firepower and frightfulness". So that's cool, right? Bad aliens. Blow their shit up. Murder them.

Which, I don't know, I guess I'm just getting old, because these days, I have a cynical suspicion that, if these same aliens were to drop in and pull all this shit on any city on Earth, the narrator might well start using words like 'terrorism' and 'atrocity' and 'genocide' and get really wrathful about it.

Heinlein's casual bloodthirstiness, raving xenophobia, virulent homophobia, and rampant misogyny (not to mention his sexual interests in bondage, discipline, group sex, dom/sub games, incest, and barely adolescent girls) have long been familiar to me. I took all this shit in stride when I wore a younger man's clothes, but lately (maybe it's the fact that I'm a parent with daughters of my own now) I'm just finding it tiresome.

But honestly, I can deal with most if not all of the barely repressed, furiously seething sexual perversions that seemed to haunt Heinlein's psychic bellfrey throughout the poor schmuck's life (or, at least, since he ditched his first wife Leslie and married Virginia); hey, that's just the world and the culture and the times that the man had the misfortune to be born into, along with the lack of bravery that caused him to stay in the closet all his life about his real sexual desires. (And, perhaps, his poor choice of second wives, but the world will never definitively know what went on there, so I'll leave that to the side.) And I get that. Nobody can control their kinks and no human culture has ever been universally tolerant or forgiving of such things. You go with the flow or you get strung up by the monkey mob, and Heinlein was controversial enough for any six guys. He didn't need to incite his own stoning or anything.

But the rampant "Wow, let's blow all this shit up and kill everyone who gets in the way" attitude he's presenting here... and the way he's pitching it, not just matter of factly, as one's duty to one's culture or whatever, but with a casual, even jaunty joyfulness, as if causing this sort of destruction and mayhem is something that's not only acceptable and/or grimly necessary, but also, well, totally AWESOME, dude -- he's basically saying "If your leaders decide you should go completely fuck up a bunch of other people, hey, you might as well relax and enjoy being a murderous megalomaniac". 

I'm just having a big problem with this, as I reread it. I mean, it's not just that I disagree with it, I find it to be absolutely criminally dangerously batshit insane. 

And this is EXACTLY the attitude that our military attempts to inculcate into its combat soldiers, as anyone who has ever heard the vile and loathsome phrase "Rock out with your cock out" -- a code phrase meant to inculcate in our soldiers in the Middle East a joyful attitude towards killing people and blowing up their shit -- will well know. 

Ah, well. I guess I had to grow up sometime.

And to think, he wrote STARSHIP TROOPERS to be a juvenile book, aimed at young boys.


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Friday, October 04, 2013

Automotive blues

I am so frustrated and stressed by my car situation right now I want to just sit down and cry.

Okay.  So when we bought this car we knew there were a few things wrong with it.  We took a mechanic we had just met along with us and he assured us that all the little issues were easily fixable and he'd do it for a very reasonable price.  So we went ahead and bought the car.

We really wanted to buy this car because the woman who was selling it was a friend of my wife's and needed money desperately, and the price fell into our (low) price range, and other cars we'd looked at at actual car dealerships were higher than we wanted to pay.  Also we were about to leave on vacation and the timing just seemed right.  So we bought it, and my wonderful wife went to a great deal of trouble to get it all registered and inspected and we got the repairs done while we were on vacation and that was all great.

As it turned out, the one really significant issue that our mechanic told us he could fix no problem, wound up being more significant than he thought.  He told us it was some kind of short in the wiring and we would need to replace some kind of circuit board that was a $500 part if we wanted the engine fans to come on like they're supposed to when you start the car up.   But he just ran a wire to a toggle switch that the driver could flip to turn the fans on when the car was started and off when the car was turned off.

He did not tell us this before we bought the car.  Before we bought the car he told us that these issues were no problem and he could fix them right up.  It wasn't until we'd bought the car and were stuck that he discovered this situation.

When I was first told about this I freaked out a little bit.  I am not Presence Of Mind Guy and this was not a minor thing.  Forget to turn the engine fans on and you burn the engine up.  Forget to turn them off and you drain the battery and possibly burn out the fans.  This was not pressure I fucking needed with my first car.  But we were in.  We were stuck.  So I drove the car.

Now at first when you remembered to hit the toggle, the car ran fine.  It would get up to 200 and sit right there.  That was fine.  But I am an idiot and a bungler and sure enough I forgot to toggle one time and boiled all the coolant out of the car.  But I put water back in it at  the mechanic's advice and drove it around and it was fine.  So, good.

But then I forgot to toggle again many weeks later and then it was not fine.  Even after putting coolant back in it the car would still overheat after about four miles on the road, and as my commute is 15 miles either way, that was a bad.  And of course, our mechanic turns out to be in jail for 90 days.  So I took the car over to a local garage we've done business with before with our van and they said one of the fans was no longer working and replaced it and completely rewired the toggle switch and charged me $350.

It was more complicated than that.  First they told me the repairs would be done by the end of the day.  Then they called me back and said they thought they had it, but they were driving it to test it and it spiked over 200.  So they looked at it again and the one fan was not running right.  So they said they needed to run more wire.  So it was going to take until the next day.  But it was done the next day and I picked it up.

And the car ran great for three trips -- to work, back from work, to work again.  Then on the fourth trip, back from work, it spiked over 200 again.  So I took it back over to the garage and said what the fuck, and they looked at it and said, okay, one of the fans isn't working right, we'll fix it.  And they did.  And I drove it to work, and back from work, and to work again, and then on the road back from work I got to within 3 miles of home and I'm stuck in traffic because apparently last Wednesday  night in Louisville everyone lost their minds and their were wrecks everywhere... and the car spikes over 200 again and this time there's steam coming from under the hood so I pulled it over fast and parked it and called Triple A and wound up waiting four hours for a tow truck in a not particularly great neighborhood.  And getting up at 4:30 the next morning to catch the bus to work again.  Oh happy day.

Here's what really scared me:  the fans were off when I shut off the car that night.  I know I turned them on because I could hear them come on, but they were off when I shut it down in that parking lot.  I reached down to toggle them off and the switch was completely limp and unworkable.  That gave me a bad start.  But the fans were off.  I could not hear them and when I went out and lifted the hood to let the engine cool I could not hear them.

Then, sometime that evening, they came back on.  I could hear them.  I tried to hit the toggle switch and it was hot enough to burn me.  That REALLY scared me.

I had the car towed to the garage that had done the two temp fixes on it.  The Triple A guy was very nice and helped me pull the wires to the toggle to turn the fans off.  When he did that, we discovered that there was not one long wire running from the toggle to the fans but a long wire spliced to a short wire.  That did not thrill me either.

So I called the garage from work the next day, as we'd dropped it off at 10 pm the night before.   Well, the owner hemmed and hawed, obviously the car had serious electrical issues and he should probably have never agreed to try to fix it with that toggle situation and it having failed twice now he felt I should take it to a specialist.  He recommended a place that specializes in auto electrical work and I talked about it with my wife and she agreed so we had the car towed there.  That was Thursday.  They worked on it all day and all day today and said it was done.  $320.  No more toggle switch, they wired him up correctly.

So my wife picks me up at work and we drive all the way back downtown and get the car.  And I'm really really hoping that this is it, we've put all the money we'll need to into him for a while and now these professional experts have fixed it and that should be it.  And I'm ready for this to be behind us, I really am.

So I get in my car and start it up and I'm following my wife home again.

Now, here's the thing:  when I first got it and was driving it the heat needle would sit right at 200 and that was okay.  If it ever edged over 200 at all then we'd have problems -- the coolant would boil out or when I turned the engine off I'd hear the motor knocking as it cooled.  All that was bad; all that meant I couldn't drive it safely.  Anything over 200 was always bad.  Always.

When the garage fixed it and I could drive it for those three trips when it worked before it failed (both times) it never went over 190.  It would climb up to a notch or two under 200 and stay there.  And I LOVED that.  And each time it overheated after the garage fixed it, I would see it start to edge up to 200 and say 'okay, maybe it will just stick there, that will be fine' and so I'd be sitting there in the car tense and stressed and scared watching that needle (and I'm not a good enough driver to split my attention like that, it sucks) and it would creep up to 200... and stay there...

...and then, start creeping over.

And the last time this happened, it got to like 220 and steam is coming up under my hood and I'm crawling through the most ridiculous rush hour gridlock I've ever seen on Bardstown Road and I know I've got to pull this car over FAST and I'm in the middle lane and thank God the guy to my right pulled up and let me get over.  And that there was a parking lot there and the people who ran the Firestone business were cool and didn't mind me parking it there.

So all that SUCKED.

So anyway I'm in the car which we've just spent another $300+ on and these guys are supposed to be the experts on this shit and the heat needle starts climbing.  But it gets up to around 190 and it seems to be staying there although we're not more than halfway home.   And my wife rolls through a yellow light and I get stuck at the red and as I'm at the red the needle creeps to 200.  And while I'm sitting there it starts to look like it's trying to go over and I'm SCREAMING at the light COME ON COME ON COME ON...

And finally I start to roll again and it hasn't actually gone over 200.  And as I move it seems to settle a little, not below 200 but right at 200.  And we get to the traffic light right before our house and it's still at 200... but we get stuck there and... it starts creeping over 200.

And I'm freaking out.

It's only two blocks to the lot where I can park it and there's no steam or anything but for that whole last two blocks I'm at 210 and I'm just stressing and freaking and WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?

We have given so called professional experts of good reputation nearly $700 over the past ten days to fix this and THEY CANNOT FIX IT.

So I'm doing research on the internet tonight and I'm finding all kinds of answers.  Some say the normal range for a 99 Grand Am is 180 to 220.  Others say it should run right around 195.   My own experience is, this thing gets over 200, bad shit happens.  AND IT GOT OVER 200.

Right before I got it home.

And the trip from this electrical specialist to my house is maybe four miles.  Maybe.  Less than a third of my commute to work.

And if it's slipping over 200 after four miles, what's it going to do when I try to drive it 15 tomorrow?

If I thought that, after the new wiring and the repairs this new place did today, 210 was the new 'normal' and it would run okay there and I felt any kind of assurance that it wasn't going to go over 210, I'd drive it.  But I feel absolutely no assurance of that at all.  If this thing starts edging over 200 when I'm still 11 miles from work, and it JUST KEEPS GOING UP... I need to pull over.  And probably not get to work that day.  And that's an occurrence that I really don't need right now, plus, possibly a burn out engine and a totaled car sitting at the side of the road until Triple A can get to me again.  And a big towing bill.

And I am so tired of this.  I am so TIRED of this.  And we are so screwed with this.  There is no way to get our money back.  I feel like it was all just a perfect trouble pit... all these little things just kept pushing us further and further down a gradually steepening slope... wanting to help out a friend, the mechanic telling us the fixes were easy and cheap, wanting to get it done before we went on vacation, needing to keep the buy on budget... and now we're stuck.  We can't ever get our money back out of this thing.  It HAS to work.  We can't AFFORD for it not to work.  But it's not working.

When I was doing research -- and oh do I wish we'd had the time to do the research before we bought this thing, but I guess we did, we knew the make and model a week or two weeks before we bought it -- I'm finding that apparently a great many people have had this problem with the 99 Pontiac Grand Am.  And there seems to be no good fix.  Several people on the Internet have said 'if you're stuck in traffic running the AC this car WILL overheat'.  I mean, are you KIDDING me?

I can always just start taking the bus again, but that doesn't get us our money back.  We can't AFFORD to just have thrown two grand out the window.  We can't.  

And I got us into this.  My wife gave me driving lessons for Christmas and then bought me this car to give me less stress, to give me a better commute and more time at home.  She did all of this for me and I feel like my inability to just ride the bus to work and back without hating life and being miserable has gotten us into this huge hole.

Honestly, I could just sit down and cry.  I really could.


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Wednesday, September 18, 2013

The Mountain of Truth

Hey, look what I found. 

My cousin Ashley Green Myers linked to this guy yesterday.  He'd written a blog entry about people being rude to parents whose kids are  having tantrums in public places.

I read the entry and it's one of those 'ehhhhhh' pieces for me.  I'm a parent, I have kids, I know there is no good way to keep them under control when they're young and something triggers them.  I don't automatically see it as a parenting fail just because a kid is whining or throwing a fit in a supermarket over being denied a toy or a treat.

On the other hand, I have seen spectacular parenting fails in public places, involving the parent repeatedly entreating a child to behave properly -- put a toy down, leave that other child alone, stop singing that incredibly obscene song they learned at Bible camp, whatever... and the kid standing there, three feet away, smugly ignoring the parent, knowing that he or she is never going to be punished, that all that's going to happen is, the proferred bribes will soon start to escalate.  That, in my opinion, is bad parenting.   Reason with your children, absolutely.  Explain rather than simply command or demand, certainly.  Clout the little bastards if they still won't do what's correct beyond that point, you're damn straight.

Whatever the case, I read this guy's piece, where he bravely remonstrates with his 'fan' who had the nerve to say something he himself felt was wrong and rude, and I wasn't convinced, but, you know, I wasn't in utter disagreement, either.    Screaming kids are one of those things that nearly all humans find impossible to ignore; it is a distress signal programmed into us by hundreds of thousands of years of biological and social evolution.   I think it's understandable that someone might say something like "Some people need to learn how to control their fucking kids".  I'm not sure, if someone were to say that to me, even if the parent in question could hear it, I'd respond the way this guy did.

But I also agree, if you don't have kids yourself, you don't know what it's like.

But all that is beside the point.  Having been left with mixed emotions reading his linked to article, I hit the link for his previous one, labeled "Christianity has done more for science than atheism ever could".  This seemed a curious title to me, calling to mind as it did for me the image of an elderly Italian gent murmuring "And yet it moves" as he shuffles sadly away from those willing to torture him to death to suppress scientific discovery.

And sure enough,  here's this guy, hyperventilating into his keyboard about all those crazy evil atheists wanting to teach actual science in science classes, "without other ideas presented to compete with the theory".

He doesn't specify what 'other ideas' he'd like to see presented to 'compete with the theory'.    I'm pretty sure I can fill that in for myself.   But here's what he does say, after a few more paragraphs of sheer raving insanity about how Christians stand on the Mountain of Truth and our civilization was founded by Christians blah blah blah:

"Christianity hasn’t stifled science. Christianity has been its driving force and, for hundreds of years, virtually its only significant contributor. Copernicus, Kepler, Galileo, Pascal, Descartes, Newton, Kelvin, Mendel, Boyle — all devout Christians. You want to remove your science from my religion? Fine. But we’re keeping these dudes. You can have Richard Dawkins and his tales of “mild pedophilia.” Enjoy."

Yep.  He went there.  Copernicus, whose heliocentric doctrines were opposed by the entire Church establishment at the time, to the point where Copernicus' student, Galileo, was forced to publicly recant or be burned by the Inquisition, and then placed on house arrest for the rest of his life.  These are two of the first three 'devout Christians' that Matt Walsh will 'keep', in his relentless campaign to have Creationism taught as a scientific theory right alongside the theory of evolution.  

And not just any Creationism, either.  Mr. Walsh of course does not specify, but I strongly suspect that if our public schools were to start teaching Hindu Creationism or Cherokee Creationism or Satanic Creationism in science classes as approved scientific theories with, you know, actual observed biological and geological evidence to back them up, Mr. Walsh would completely lose his shit.  And yes, I specifically did not list Islamic Creationism because, as far as I know, Islamic teachings say that Allah is the same God as Jehovah, it's just that his Christian and Jewish followers are badly deluded, so I presume Islamic Creationism is much the same as Christian Creationism, although I also suspect that Mr. Walsh would lose his shit if anyone were to bring a Koran into a science classroom, too.

No, no... while Creationism is in every way and absolutely as valid a scientific theory as evolution -- which is, in fact, not one theory, but many -- still, only Biblical Creationism is the TRUE, historically and scientifically valid Creationism.  That Iroquois Creationist stuff about a crumb of dirt on the back of a turtle?  Thppppttttt!  That's OBVIOUSLY stupid!  That Norse creation myth involving the World Tree?  Completely retarded.  Nope, when we speak of a scientifically valid theory of Creationism that must be taught as being every bit as intelligent and reasonable as evolution, well, only the book of Genesis need apply.  All others are obviously, patently absurd.


AUGH where the hell is the rest of the post GIVE IT TO ME NOW!