The Un-Dead Godzilla Walks!

Disclaimer: This is one of those blogs that is pure internal speculations and observation. If you don’t want to be bored by my own self examinations which are then presented on this blog (which does seem very self indulging and pompous) then read no further, because blah blah blah, blah blah... Then again, if you can relate, maybe you should examine yourself, as well...

Lately it has occurred to me that I have a somewhat unhealthy fascination of living out an undead fantasy of being a Last Man On Earth (or fittingly called Lamoe, pronounced "lay-mo" in History of World War Z by Max Brooks) with the exception of having my loved ones and friends all helping me to carve out the brave new tomorrow on the ashes of our old civilization. Of course it would be a Utopia based on left-wing socialist beliefs with an over healthy respect for the rights of the individual, but that’s another story. Where was I? Oh yes, survival fantasy. Anyway, this fantasy that perpetrates somewhere within my subconscious is because of some set of beliefs or ideas or feelings I have had about life, society or the world in general. I also have a love of Godzilla and zombie movies. This question was skipping from sub to actual consciousness while I was watching Godzilla 2000 the other day. Then it hit me! Right at the scene where Godzilla (having just defeated the alien menace Orga) walks up to the building where the humans, led by Katagiri (the shrewd government civilian commanding the military forces against Godzilla and Orga) are standing on the roof. Godzilla walks up then swipes the spot where Katagiri was standing. Godzilla proceeds to do some damage to the rest of the city leaving the rest of the humans to bear witness. Godzilla movies appeal to me because he is a force of nature that cannot be controlled, bargained with, manipulated or bought. He mostly seeks solitude but has no problems with letting humanity know when they/we have gotten too big for our britches. He is the ultimate individual with a healthy does of mindless god-like power thrown in. Ok, ok, but what does this have to do with last man on earth fantasies? Well, it stems from the idea that humanity, society and the world we live in has co-opted many of the things that make individuals what they are. In turn, zombies and (to a lesser extent) Godzilla are great equalizers. Godzilla reminds us that all of us are weak and fundamentally the same in the eyes of nature. Zombies, specifically, bring society down to it’s base roots. In the most popular and poignant zombie films, society is destroyed or in the process of being destroyed. They make the strong, weak and make the weak strong. All that is left is survival. What does all of this mean? Well, I guess I just don’t like society that much. Probably more to the actual truth is that I don’t like people that exploit others. From the lowly thief and mugger all the way up to Dick Cheney. A zombie holocaust that tears down the foundations of society would also tear down the corridors of power. It’s just escapist fantasy and not true (at least not yet) so we can only change society by first changing ourselves then changing our culture to one of mutual respect. And then, blah blah blah... Anyway, I guess that’s why Godzilla and zombie films appeal to me so much.

Best birthday gift.....Ever!

Yeah I know, it’s a pretty bold proclamation but, as far as objects go, it is the truth. No! I’m not proclaiming my love for the Comic Book Guy from the Simpsons. I’m talking about a present I got recently for my birthday. Admittedly, the person I got it from I have only hung out with a handful of times. But, wow! When I received it I was floored. For starters, it is the visual expression of an idea created by a true individual. It is very relevant to some of the things I’m going through in my own life. And artistically, I love the use of colors (or lack thereof) to express the intent of the piece. Thank you, Kurt!

A Need for a Quest...

My partner, good friend and sometimes alleged gay lover Karl Bakla and myself had a deep, meaning ful conversation about how we were going to spend the rest of our lives. We wondered aloud what kind of challenges and obstacles we would face. We speculated about what issue, desire or goal would become our personal holy grail. Then it came to us, clear as day or a burning bush from God herself (No, not the lyrics for Jungle Love) We decided with great trepidation and uncertainty that irregardless of anything else that we may do, no matter how incoherent we may articulate, we must, nay are compelled, NAY it is our solemn duty to find the Holy Grail!!! Yes the actual Holy Grail, the very same one that Jesus drank out of, the very same cup that is a metaphor for youth, nature and immortality, the same one that Nigel Terry drank from in that flick about that sword thingy, the very same cup that Indiana Jones found than subsequently lost saving that hot blonde chick! Hell yeah! First, of course we’ve gotta find Kilgore Trout. He’ll be able to get us started in the right direction. From then on I’m sure we’ll meet a few modern day Nazis (which, of course makes them much less competent than the originals). We’ll probably restart the order of the Templar Knights, mostly because we’ll get really cools outfits, of course. Also we’ll get cool devices to help unlock those really wicked puzzles, probably face a vicious albino and who knows what else. Ultimately, it won’t be about the grail, but about the quest and it will be cool! Hell, we’ll probably get to meet the Pope himself!

Quick Hit: The Real Ralphie!

Because as a kid I liked Peter Billingsley as a kid on Real People (though I don't remember the show too much) I felt it important to distinguish him from the evil slime that his Karl Rove. Oddly enough, Peter's more recent photo reminds me of another evil; our own Mitchell "Goebbels" Marr at the Stardust Hotel and Casino in the fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada. Weird.

Call me Turd Blossom, or Flush....

Karl Rove (aka Ralphie aka Turd Blossom) has resigned. He’s doing it for the good of his family. Wow, how noble. Oh yeah, and how convenient. Karl Rove is moving to Florida, by the way. Does anyone else realize this is merely an attempt to get clear of George dubya and work on Jeb for 2012. Sound far fetched? Hmm, let’s see... College pranks that included stolen letterhead to ruin a democratic function. Multiple accusations directed towards political opponents, while baseless, can be argued that had devastating effects on those same opponents campaigns (look up Mark White, John McCain, Robert Edgeworth and Ann Richards). Oh yeah and there was that whole Cheney aid shooting. Don’t know that one? Hmm, may I suggest researching Armstrong Ranch owners Karen Armstrong and her dad Tobin Armstrong. It’s not that any of this can be proven, Karl Rove seems to be made of Teflon. These details have surrounded everything he has been involved in and continue to do so. He has also been accused of being delusional because of his stance on the Bush administration having lowered spending, even though the opposite is clearly true. Delusional? Ha, I believe the only ones delusional about Rove are the ones that call him so. Magic is simply the art of misdirection, get the subject to look one way while your doing something important in the other direction. Anyone that believes Karl Rove, Dick Cheney or any of the other Fourth Reich members are doing anything except making it so they themselves are ridiculously filthy rich and powerful, forever, are the delusional ones. In my opinion, none of this has to do with, Jesus, terrorism, world peace or the safety of American citizens. It has to do with power and money. It’s a big game for big egos and it has destroyed what America once was. It has destroyed cultures and it has created enemies which will be long lasting, and it has been done on purpose (but that’s another blog). Karl Rove is leaving for now, I can only hope he won’t be back (Jeb ‘12). He is good for some humor though, he was quoted a saying, "I realize that some of the Democrats are Captain Ahab and I’m the great white whale." Funny stuff as he clearly misheard them criticizing his weight, skin tone and the fact he is a dick. Also, to be Captain Ahab, you have to be hopelessly obsessed with something that isn’t true and to be Moby Dick you have to be a large, mutant whale. Well he got half of it right but the truth is Democrats aren’t obsessed with Karl Rove, they have good reason to go after him. We can only hope one day this photo will become truth.

Quick hit: Anti-drug advocate

In my own life, my brother has been the single largest and most influencial anti-drug advocate I know. Without even a word against drugs he has forced me to commit myself to never wanting to engage in any kind of long term or habitual use. Now, I won't pretend to say that I never tried drugs. I've tried a few but never with any kind of regularity (okay, except alcohol, caffiene and aspirin). His dogged pursuit to keep me clean and, "just say(ing) no!" through the years continues to this day. He's a pillar, well more like an erect penis, well how about a dick. When we were younger he smoked marijuana. Habitually and (it seemed) constantly. He was also a supreme asshole. I don't mean he was just some other knock-off asshole in the vein of your boss, I mean when it came to assholes, he was royalty. His "use" continued into adulthood, as did his evolution as an asshole. (btw: I love fried eggs!) He got married, had kids, yada, yada, yada. Appearently, his wife was going to leave him regarding his marijuana addiction, a few months of turmoil and viola! Suddenly here was this nice, friendly and geniune (I did say genuine) guy at all of the family gatherings. Also, I noticied for the first time in my life, my brother had whites to his eyes. The amazing thing is that this has continued for many years now. I have a brother and not an asshole that is part of the family. And all of this pro-drug propaganda about marijuana being a mild drug that makes you mellow, ha. Don't misunderstand, I'm for the legalization of it, but that's another blog. Recently, my brother met myself and other family members somewhere. He was being an asshole. Meanspirited, short, petty and rude. Then I noticied his eyes had no whites. Thankfully, this attitude (and his pink eyes) didn't last long. It was a good reminder for me why I don't use drugs. Once he's created, I guess you can't keep Mister Hyde locked up forever.