“For The Greater Good”

This came in as a comment from someone called Bob.  It seems to be a response primarily to my previous post, Guilt By Drone, and the earlier Armed to the Eyeballs.  I’m running it as a separate post with a kind of wondering bemusement at its rather low level of literacy and humanity, and its rather high one of piety and righteousness.  Am particularly intrigued by his saying “too many guns and killing of children by drones, and all I see are complaints,” and by the almost delightful non sequitur of his concluding with “thank you and God bless.”

I read some of the posts like guilty by drone and armed to the eyeballs and I thought, wow are these people serious, to much of an military to many guns and the killing of children by drones and all I saw we’re complaints. Well if your not happy with the free, great country America than why don’t you leave I mean come on your lucky to have such a dedicated military like ours and truly I don’t know if you’ve realized this but the only way to gain peace is through war I’m sorry but that’s basically how no doubt about it. Our military keeps this country safe and under our lord and savior and keeps us the nation we are. No ones perfect and we can’t make everyone happy in this world sorry, and what are we just gonna sit back and watch our country get attacked like 9/11 saying o please don’t hurt us let’s make peace well wake up not everyone wants that and the reason we send drones and kids die is because unfortunately that’s how it has to be why I don’t know and neither do you but each decision we make has a impact and is for the greater good so give thanks to who we are and how great of a military we have and how much you and I have. Thank you and God bless

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Later:  novelist Michael Gruber posted a brief but cogent analysis of Bob’s thinking on my Facebook page.  Here it is:

“The statement arises naturally from the characterization of 9/11 (which we owe to Mr Bush) as an act of existential evil, rather than as a political act with its own logic. The man’s premises are that the USA is an exceptional nation under the special protection of Christ, and thus any attack against it is not a political act but a move in a cosmic contest, in which an apocalyptic response by the American military is not only justified, but required.

“The logic moves from the legitimate desire to punish the organizers of the attack, to the desire to punish those who are “like” the attackers, which results in killing those associated with those who are like the attackers, to, ultimately, the punishment of the societies who produce those who are like the attackers.

“A similar progression characterized WW2, in which the world was shocked when the fascist nations bombed cities, after which it was considered legitimate to bomb the cities of the fascists into rubble. This at least had the amoral logic of tit for tat. But in the present situation, some militants kill their own people in pursuit of sectarian triumph, and we drone kill the militants and their kin, so that . . . And here we lose the last scraps of logical policy. At some level we [I'm assuming he means US policy-makers -- LH] sort of agree with this bozo.”

Caption This Photo!

Like we really needed this:

skeet

This is how to advance the cause of gun control?

What the hell was Obama thinking?  Why on earth did he feel the need to claim that he was into skeet-shooting “all the time”?  And then to kowtow to Fox News demands for “proof” by releasing this photo?

So go ahead, accidental theologists.  Let’s caption this photo.

Fire away!

Here’s a few that come instantly to mind:

– “Hey, see how tough I am — I can shoot lumps of clay to smithereens all day!”

– “Look, ma, I can make things go Bang!”

– “I’m the new Teddy Roosevelt.”

– “I shoot, ergo I’m American.”

– “I shoot, ergo I am.”

 

‘Legitimate Rape’ – The Video

Remember how Todd Akin thinks you can’t get pregnant if you’re “legitimately raped“?  Best comment yet is this satire on TV pharmaceutical ads for “feminine products.”  Presented with a megawatt Republican smile.

(Do read the small print at the end.  This idiocy isn’t just Akin’s;  the whole Republican party has gone totally Neanderthal.)

Worst comment yet:  Polls show Akin currently trailing in the Missouri senatorial race by 1%.  Yes, all of one percent.  Way to go, Missouri.

NBC’s Flag-Waving For Idiots

I never thought I’d write anything at all in praise of beach volleyball.  But the very idea of holding that Ur-beach-bum event in the stuffily hallowed sanctum of London’s Horse Guards’ Parade, just round the corner from Bucky Palace, was terrific.

Such deliciously nutty brilliance was totally lost, of course, on the commentators at NBC, the network currently holding the whole of the United States hostage to its primitive Flag-Waving-for-Idiots take on the Olympics.  Samuel Johnson, please return from the grave:  patriotism as the last refuge of scoundrels indeed.

NBC’s so-called newscasters only seem aware that there might be one or two non-American athletes in London when one of them threatens to deprive an American of gold.  And of course they were totally stymied by the opening ceremony.  They’d been expecting all the usual pomp and circumstance.  They were well primed on all the stock kitsch images of Englishness.  But kids on giant hospital beds?  Dozens of Mary Poppinses?  Suffragettes?  Dark Satanic mills?  “William who…?  Blake?  A poet?”

The London Olympics has slyly subverted the Chinese big-state staging of 2008 (an uncanny reminder of the 1936 Berlin Olympics).  From the little I’ve seen (I’d have seen more except that would only lead to my posting madly to #NBCfail on Twitter), there’s a lovely tongue-in-cheekness to it all.  And a real celebration not of nationalism, but of athleticism, no matter who wins.

No wonder those couch potatoes at NBC don’t get it.

High-Wire Hype

I’m as much a fool for high-wire acts as anyone else.  It’s exciting to watch someone expand the boundaries of what’s possible.  But when it’s literally a high-wire act?

Last night a “daredevil” (such an old-fashioned word) walked on a tightrope over Niagara Falls in a well-financed stunt, and every news source I’ve looked at this morning, even those you might think would cast a cooler eye, is agog with breathless admiration.

Is anyone else as puzzled as I am by all this hype?  I mean, sure, walking on a steel cable is a skill, but aside from a vague appreciation of Nik Wallenda’s sense of balance, I’m left with an empty “So what?”

In fact I’d have ignored the whole thing except that I’m so insulted by the constant use of the word “inspiring.”  Not least by the “daredevil” himself.  Faced with the standard question from a Canadian customs agent – “What is the purpose of your trip, sir?” – he replied:  “To inspire people and the world.”

This is bullshit.  If anyone had asked what exactly he was inspiring them to do, he’d probably have continued the stream of clichés with something about fulfilling one’s dreams.  In fact he did:  “This is what dreams are made of,” he said.

Not my dreams.

Degrading inspiration this way leaves me, appropriately, kind of breathless.  Inspiration literally means breathing in.  It means inhaling not merely air, but spirit and life.  The spirit of life, that is – or the life of the spirit.  It implies transcendence, going beyond oneself, reaching for a higher and presumably better level of existence.

Risking your life to save another:  that’s inspiring.  Refusing to be silenced by fear:  inspiring.  Expanding your own sense of the possible:  inspiring.

But walking 1,800 feet on a steel cable?  As any circus pro can tell you, that’s entertainment.

The Holy Hand Grenade

Groundhog-like, the hermit emerges briefly to note a small victory for sanity this week, when the US military academy at West Point was forced to rescind an invitation to certified bigot and extremist William Boykin, a self-described ‘Kingdom Warrior,’ to address their national prayer breakfast.

In fact they didn’t actually un-ask him.  They gave him the option of saying he was canceling.  I believe the technical military term for this is Covering Your Ass.

That’s the good news, sort of.  The bad news is of course that he was even invited in the first place.

And the real point is this:  what the hell is the US military academy doing having a ‘national prayer breakfast’ in the first place?

To which a friend  commented by forwarding this video clip (as he notes, it even includes a reference to breakfast cereal):

The Dalai Lama in the Land of Oz

What not to do when you meet a living saint?

On a live morning news show in Australia last week, the host told the Dalai Lama:  “I have a joke for you, that my son told me, that he said you would laugh at, even though it’s about you.”   So here’s what happened:

Trouble is, the guy’s so dumb you don’t even cringe for him.  Something tells me Dalai got the real joke.  (A longer version is here, with him sweetly trying to comfort the idiot.)

What’s interesting in the longer version is that the host is reduced to sitting there looking like the dumb kid he is — and probably for the first time, he’s aware of it.  Could this be Buddhism in action?

Soccer v. Headscarf: 0-1

More absurdity this week:  FIFA, the international governing body of football, banned the Iranian women’s soccer team from an Olympic qualifying event because the players wear hijab — Islamic headscarves.  The official reason:  safety.  Wearing a hijab while playing “could cause choking injuries.”

Yeah, sure.  As one commenter noted, Google “hijab soccer choking deaths” and the search engine doesn’t exactly hum.

These aren’t just any hijabs, mind you.  They have to be the coolest  ones ever.  They’re like speed-skaters’ hoods, and the players look like white-clad ninjas.   I’ll bet they can move like ninjas too.   Clearly FIFA has no sense of style.

Correction:  FIFA has no sense, period.

The decision to ban the Iranian team was made by FIFA head Sepp Blatter, who’s apparently one of those Berlusconi-type men who’ll tell you how much he loves women, by which he means how much he loves looking at female flesh.  No, I’m not making assumptions.  The arrant hypocrisy of this ban is clear when you consider the fact that Blatter proposed in 2004 that women players wear plunging neckines and hot pants on the pitch to boost soccer’s popularity.  Tighter shorts, he said, would create “a more female esthetic.”

I guess it was kind of amazing he didn’t propose wet tee-shirts.

And if you believe that Blatter is for a moment concerned about women being injured, his response to requests by human rights organizations to take a stand against the sex trafficking that accompanies the arrival of the World Cup was this:  ”Prostitution and trafficking of women does not fall within the sphere of responsibility of an international sports federation but in that of the authorities and the lawmakers of any given country.”

No, Blatter’s all about the sport.  He’s presumably salivating for more on-field celebrations like Brandi Chastain‘s famous shirtless moment when the U.S. won the 1999 Women’s World Cup.  And drooling over women’s sportswear catalogs instead of Victoria’s Secret ones.  In which case he’s pathetically misreading that Chastain photo.  This was the victory of hard work and muscle over frills and pretty posturing.  Serena Williams revolutionized women’s tennis in much the same way, making it a power game (in dress as well as style of play — the black catsuit she wore a couple of years back was dynamite).

What Blatter’s really doing is trying to piggyback on the burqa ban in France and the minaret ban in his native Switzerland.  But the good news is that it’s backfiring on him.  Badly.  Already the focus of multiple accusations of corruption in his 12-year tenure as FIFA president, he probably saw this as an easy way to try to redeem himself by jumping on the anti-Muslim bandwagon.  Instead, the storm of criticism might be an indication that Europeans are beginning to realize just how badly they’ve been manipulated by misogynistic xenophobes on such issues as burqa bans.

One further note on that shirtless photo:  Chastain herself was amazed when it ran worldwide .  “I wasn’t trying to make a statement;  I was just carried away, and doing what male players do in the same situation,” she told me when I met her not long after.  “I was really surprised there was so much fuss about it.  I mean, there’s a much better photo of the victory moment, but nobody ran that one.”  Here it is, on the right — the photo they didn’t run, baggy shirt, baggy pants, and all.  Which I guess just means the world is full of Blatters.

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(Thank to Sarah Hashim for alerting me to this story.  I know I was born in England, but soccer’s not my thing.  Tennis, though…)

The Ministry of Art

Overwhelmed by religion?  Lost your faith in modern medicine?  Never fear:  you too can be healed.  If not saved, at least salved.

The good news gospel (all it takes is a pinch or two of irony) comes from the Art Healing Ministry under the pastorship of conceptualist Alexander Melamid, newly opened in NYC and offering a wide array of products, services, and personal treatment sessions.

The services on offer include:

ART-HOME CLEANSING:
The power of certain Masterpieces, chosen by our experts according to your dwelling’s artistic demands and deficiencies, is harnessed to get rid of your home’s harmful impurities on spiritual and molecular levels. These masterpieces will be driven robotically across the surface of your floor for two or more hours, depending on the size of your home.

Among the products, you might want to snap up the happiness box (a steal at $100), a pair of Van Gogh stress-relieving insoles, or a couple of bottles of art-infused drinking water, guaranteed to bless you with the healing power of good taste.

Or you could choose any of the series of Healing Power of Art books and downloads “customized for the great museums of the world, featuring detailed, annotated floor plans indicating the best periods, artists, and paintings for a wide spectrum of afflictions.”

Back pain? – Vermeer is recommended.  Hay fever? – Monet.  Anemia? – Pollock.  PMS? – Raphael.  Repetitive stress injury? — Warhol.

The healing-art gospel was revealed to Melamid shortly after his earlier work with Vitaly Komar on ‘Painting by Numbers:  Komar and Melamid’s Scientific Guide to Art.’ Published in 1997 complete with full results from “capitalism’s most venerated tool, the market research poll,” the book detailed what Americans want in art (broken down every which demographic way and including comparative polls from nine other countries).  Click here for the most wanted and least wanted paintings, or be content to behold the glory of George Washington and the Hallelujah sky in the painting anointed America’s most wanted:


But will it match the sofa?

Left Behind

Happy Rapture Day, all!

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