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Friday, June 19, 2009

Solidarity Fail

From TV Guide's website:

ABC has rejected a request by a Republican group to rebut President Obama's health care plans on an upcoming day of White House-themed news specials. In response, the network has stated that its coverage will nevertheless be balanced.

Um...he's the President. The majority of the country voted for him. If he wants to talk on TV, the network he speaks on isn't obligated to show his political enemies rebuttal to every word he says...because he is the President. Because Obama won the majority of voting Americans' votes, it can be assumed the majority of America doesn't really want to see the people they didn't vote for's rebuttal anyway...and if they do, they can get it elsewhere. How dumb does it make America look when the President is publicly on trial 24/7, an army of opposition following him around like lawyers everywhere he goes to contradict his every word.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Batteries, Aziz!

Um, Mr. Prez,
I hate to be flippant, but have you noticed gas prices lately? They are quietly creeping back up to the levels they hit last summer--the media isn't really talking about it for some reason, and anytime a pundit or talking-head is asked about it, they scoff at the idea of gas hitting four dollars again. The fact of the matter is, gasoline prices have more than doubled in the last six months. Where is the limit?
Can you get on that?

Thursday, June 11, 2009

I've changed?

I posted this entry to this blog over four years ago:
Why do I do this?
To vent. My opinion. Anyone who knows me knows my opinion is the only opinion I care about, and am interested in, anyway. Basically, my opinion is a box of Honey Bunches of Oats, and anyone else's opinion is the trial offer for a spa that I glance at, then throw away. Meanwhile, I am pouring the Honey Bunches of Oats into a bowl, throwing some milk in there, and savoring every bite. The milk is my own self esteem, which my opinion floats high on. You think I'm kidding?

The sad thing is, at the time, I most definitely was not kidding. I'd like to think the reason I blog now is still to float my opinion out there--so that if my opinion has holes, it will sink, and I can build a better ship. In non-symbolic terms and also because I don't know what to do with the milk-metaphor, I think I blogged before to show everyone how smart I was, and I blog now so that everyone can help me become smarter. At least, I hope this is why.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Like the Plague

Courtesy of The New York Observer's Rex Reed, ""No matter how bad you think the worst movie ever made ever was, you have not seen Synecdoche, New York. It sinks to the ultimate bottom of the landfill, and the smell threatens to linger from here to infinity".
I agree. My wife does as well. I usually dislike the outrageously overrated cinematic output of Charlie Kaufman (except Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, not a favorite of mine (though a favorite of my wife), but a notable film). However, while watching Synecdoche, New York, I was reminded of everything about movies, art, and things in general I hate.
Namely: getting dropped into something in which it is assumed I already love, care for, and know the characters in the work(because the writer does and assumes I do, too) and forced to wade through sewer after sewer of wasted time with said characters only to have trite, simplistic lessons, the likes of which could better be conveyed by looking at a clock for 124 minutes, shoved down my throat to rising, patronizing, syrupydramatic strings.
A. No, I don't care about your characters, especially when they lack the simple quality of acting like non-loathable human beings. I also don't know them because you have spent more time wallowing in excremental philosophic meanderings then actually developing them.
B. If I am going to wade through filth, I want a shower and some pudding afterward.
C. That is 124 minutes of my life I am never going to get back. I could have read an US Weekly and gleaned more perception on the plight of the human condition.
Thank you and have a good night!