Hello People of the World;
Well, here we are more than half the year has
passed. How many of us are still writing “2011” on everything requiring a date?
Remember that fall is right around the corner. Wouldn’t want you to be taken by
complete and total surprise when the earth tilts and shifts away from the sun
causing the weather to turn cooler, thereby forcing you to complain about the
chilly air. We don’t want that now. So, be ready.
So, here we are in the Post-The Dark Knight
Rises world. How can I go on? Oh well, if I am going to live well into the next
Age, I better learn to get over it, you think? A lot of changes happened this
summer. I left my primary job. The old adage of the more things change the more
the stay the same, has become quite true in my circumstance. A bit of advice to
everyone out there: A simple “Ha-ha. Oh really? I’m asking Ernest about that….”
will save you a LOT of headaches later on.
Anyways, let’s get started shall we?
1:[ First item of the month: More truthfulness: My Nervousness
So, my Bonnie and I were talking about this.
We were discussing about how we are nervous about our respective situations. I
admitted my nervousness about my situation and this surprised Bonnie, as I
guess I come across as a cool… I don’t know, something, maybe a cucumber.
Anyways, I had to admit that I was very
nervous about the state of affairs. I had to admit that I was really nervous lately
about being getting injured or sick. Really. No one these days can even afford
to go to the emergency room with out going broke. Everything costs. That’s is
the definition of society today: everything costs. And we cannot speak out
about it because of some archaic tacit rule about nationalism.
How is that not unlike Communist Russia? Where
you have to remain healthy, that we are only good to the state healthy and only
if we work for the state or for corporations that we are now entitled to have
medical care? In the US today our President, yes our current President, can
lock me up without a trial, access to a lawyer and without facing my accusers.
Sure, you can say that is a holdover from the Patriot Act but why haven’t these
been struck down? We are supposed to be a free country. We are supposed to be
able to protest without getting our asses beat by cops. Yet, our phones can be
tapped and, thanks to Facebook, we openly tell the world where we are and what
we are doing, hell, even what the fuck we are eating!
Like Communist Russia we cannot speak out
against the system because of some form of stupid nationalism that would upset
the status quo, that we cannot express an opinion without it incurring some
form of hostile response from others that don’t know they are in the same boat. We’re
free? Why? Because we can choose our cars, or because we watch reality TV, eat fast
food? How free are we when we cannot even go to the emergency room when we are
sick all because of costs?
Seriously. Everything costs.
You can see why I’m nervous….
Coming Soon: More Truthfulness
+ NAMELESS: The Authentic and Magical Ledger Art of EW3 & A Treatise
on American Indian Art (SOON)
+ The Five Hypocrisies of Native America (August 30)
+ ONE: A Spoken Word (October 1)
2:[ More proof that we
may have comes from monkeys: our own stupidity. First of all, we all know that
cell phones emit radiation into our heads. We even have articles on Yahoo that tell us how to make them emit LESS
radiation. Secondly, we know what’s in our tap water. Third, we know everything
we post to the Internet will be seen by everyone and that we know whatever we
post to Facebook belongs to Facebook. We know that fast food is terrible for
us. We know that walking into traffic you are going to get hit.
Yet WE STILL ALL DO these things!
Sure, we can raise our little hypocrisy flags
and scream around about personal freedoms, but why do we do the things that
play to our primative instinct of getting our ticklies tickled? We always then
hoot and holler and take sides like the pack of Monkeys that we are. Man, we
need to shape up….
3:[ More MOVIE TIME ADVENTURES:
+ My Review of “The
Dark Knight Rises” became more of a reflection on my connection with Batman on
film but I eventually get around to reviewing it. Check it out by CLICKING HERE. Then, come back here and let me know what you thought.
+ So, I took the
opportunity to attend the “The Dark Knight Trilogy” Experience that played at
various places across the country. This was a great opportunity to see all
three of the Nolan Batman films on the big screen once again. Since the
Evanston marathon was sold out I went to see the trilogy at the theater in
Skokie. I thought it was pretty cool, I got a neat lanyard and a mini-poster
and I found a good seat, by myself, which is what I prefer. But then over the
course of the first two films, three words: Those Fucking Mooks!
Why can’t people just be quiet when watching a
movie? This is how you separate the boys from the men – how fussy you get
during a movie. These mooks just had to make noise and chatter. I couldn’t
change seats because the place sold-out. Rats. Whenever there was a humorous
moment in the film one of them would yell out a sarcastic “Hah” that annoyed
the fuck out of everyone. At one point someone actually told them to “would you
please shut the fuck up” to which there response was the whole pack of mook
would exaggerate their laughing. Just my luck to be in the row in front of them
to hear every stupid fucking thing to come out of their over privileged mouths.
+ Tomorrow My Bonnie
and I see Rifftrax Live: Manos, the Hands of Fate”. I’ll tell you all about it
next month, provided we survive “Manos: the Hands of Fate.”
+ Man, this synopsis
for Mad Max: Fury Road sounds fucking awesome and poetic. Check it out: “Max is caught up with a group of people
fleeing across the Wasteland in a War Rig driven by the Imperator Furiosa. This
movie is an account of the Road War which follows. It is based on the Word
Burgers of the History Men and eyewitness accounts of those who survived.”
See what I mean? Fucking awesome and poetic
and intriguing. Don’t worry crybabies, Mel Gibson gave his blessing to Tom
Hardy….
4:[ Okay, how am I NOT carrying a manpurse? I was out for
most of the day the other day and the next day realized that I could not find
my cell phone. I checked my bag and could not find it in there. So, I go to the
last place I remember seeing it in my hand, the Starbucks that I frequent. I
met my Bonnie there the evening before and I remembered putting it in my bag. I
asked the barista and he looks for it in the lost and found. He mentioned that
he saw me there the day before. I tell him no big deal. I felt bad because over
these last couple of year, especially since my divorce, I have had to let go of
or just plain lost many things that meant something to me.
This is the phone I call Floyd because like
that dim, pot-smoking character, it is really bad at getting my messages to me
in any sort of coherent fashion. But what really stung is that my little girl
is still on the voice mail message, her tiny sweet voice greets callers. I
hated that I lost that. It broke my heart but I had to carry on.
So, I get home later on and decided to check
my bag again and you know what? It was right where I put it the day before. I
do not know how I could have overlooked it. It reminded me of how women lose
small things and freak out over it and they only have to check their purses a
bit more thoroughly to find their keys, bankcards, lipstick, jewelry and the
like. So, I ask again, how am I NOT
carrying a manpurse?
5:[ Ah yes, settle in
Readers for more of:
Adventures
at the Coffee Shop!
+ Okay, so there was
one table open that the Starbucks and this dude in front of me just kept
talking and holding up the line in front of me. If he would just claim the
table I would get out of line, no point in waiting in line if you are not
getting a seat. I will visit a bit with the barista/cashier only if there are
no other people in line. Why hold up the line gabbing endlessly about all the
jacksh*t you know absolutely know nothing about? Just order your damn coffee
and get the f*ck out of line….
+ I just saw a man
wearing a brand new t-shirt that said “Rolling Stones 1974 Tour”. I mean it was
really brand new. The lettering and the mouth logo still had that new shine to
them and the black shirt still had that unwashed sheen to it. You know the
look. He really could have seen the Stones in ’74 but a brand new shirt means
anyone could buy it and pretend to have seen them. I want to buy a “Wounded
Knee 1973” tee shirt and pretend I was there. Indians still do that and a lot
of people would believe me….
+ I hate the talkers
that just don’t shut up. You know those people that drone on and on as if their
points are the most important. You know the type. People who just fucking talk
and talk and yammer on about whatever comes up, without objectivity as if they
are the font of wisdom this band of people in the Starbucks need with
absolutely no humility in cutting off people and talking over them just so you
can say whatever you want to fucking say. That needs to stop….
6:[ Sometimes, I cannot
help but feel sorry for those people out there struggling day to day and they
are perceived to have mental problems or they are just outright “strange”. You
see them everywhere, just people struggling to get by, go on with their own
lives. I see this guy outside the coffee shop window, a squat fella with
suspenders and his pants hiked up to his chest. He has big eyeglasses and I see
him on the bus from time to time. He talks to people that pass him in his seat,
offering directions or comments. People really seem to be bugged by him, but he
doesn’t know better. We chose to ignore him or be rude at him.
I guess because we tend to treat “slower”
people as inconvenient to our society or as if we are indeed the pinnacle of
human culture and we need not be slowed down because we are needed right away
and we are somehow better than everyone else and let’s face facts: it’s never
going to get better than me. Ego. Again.
7:[ And now Wisdom of the
Sages presents:
“An Ever-growing List of Things That MUST Stop!”
+ Jaywalking. Of course, that needs to stop. Worse, are
the jaywalkers that push their kids out into the street as if they are
expecting the cars to stop because they have kids. Not if they don’t see you
and you pop out unexpectedly. Then, the driver is the assh*le for hitting your
stupid ass. Society. So, today I saw this Guy and his son walk into street, but
before he gets a step into the crosswalk, the light begins to change over to
red. Instead of stopping and getting back on the curb, the man turns to his son
and starts yelling, “run… run…” because apparently, the kid isn’t moving fast
enough. He dragged his kid across a moving intersection, across all of these
drivers’ lives all because it is his most favorite to do and he simply could
not wait for the next WALK light.
The sheer entitlement of his crossing the
street bugged me. Why? All the cars had to stop for this idiot. Later down the
street, he had his whole family crossing again in the middle of the block where
there are NO crosswalks (Where the would have right-of-way) and he was
complaining that they had to wait for a guy on a bike, “crazy man on a bike”
the guy said. I had a fantasy of pummeling him in front of his kids. My stupid overreaction needs to stop, …now.
+ Hey, dummy, you are
not supposed to use all the fricking washing machines in the laundry room at
once! Have some f*cking courtesy to your neighbors!
+ How is screaming at
someone from inside your car supposed to change the situation? The people in
the other car can’t hear you. Geez. That needs to stop.
+ How is pressing both
the Up and Down buttons for the elevator supposed to make it arrive faster? All
you are doing is holding up the people already on the elevator. I love it when
a dummy like that jumps on and the elevator goes in their opposite direction.
They huff and puff. I think, “Then you shouldn’t have pressed Up and Down at
once. That stupidity needs to stop. An elevator is as fast as it is. Pressing
all the buttons, or pressing them over and over or really, really HARD simply
does not make the elevator move any faster. Learn that first and spare the rest
of us your nonsense….
8:[ Let me ask you,
honestly, what would you think of “Breaking Bad” if it were about
African-American men or Latino men? Would you watch it, call it ‘racist’? Why
is it that we elevate this brand of criminal to hero status? Would the series
be on the cover of every magazine if it starred Andre Braugher or Edward James
Almos? Would black or Mexican meth dealers garner the same hero worship or
would they be viewed as the root cause of all crime in society. The fact is
meth is a problem on many reservations. Can you imagine if it starred Graham
Greene and Nathanial Arcand? It wouldn’t be seen as heroic, but as treatise on
the poor state of affairs on EVERY reservation and they are but victims and
criminals. No one would watch it. Really. No one would. But no, put Malcolm’s
dad in it and it’s the hit of the year….
That’s why I hate that show….
9:[ From the “This Just In” Department: Hey, wait-
…there was an Olympics?
10:[ Last Item of the Month: Once again, I have been asked to teach an
upper level course at the University of Wisconsin Parkside. Yes, I will corrupt
the next generation of youth with my self-righteous, angry victimization!
Honestly, I got some good student review for basically yelling at them for
forty-five minutes then showing them Star Wars every week….
That will do it for this month.
I have been putting out digital posters for my
ledger art project. So, keep an eye out for those. I think they are pretty
spiffy and convey what I want to say about American Indian Art in general.
(Hint: not much.) I see that some of my ideas are spreading around, either by
the coincidence of other artists coming to the same conclusions as me then
making it a zeitgeist or by outright theft. Either way, works for me.
Hey, feel free to comment, correct or
contradict any of the items you read here. I am a big boy and I never really
comment on the comments because I feel that everyone should have their two
cents listed. Hey, it is all only my own personal opinions. Like I stated
earlier, I am trying to be more honest and truthful about my ideals. By no
means do I think that my opinions are the final say, they are very objective,
biased and I offer you readers the chance to offer your own critiques and
counterarguments. Let’s face it, civil discourse in this country has de-evolved
to simply yelling over one another and whom ever gets in the final shot is supposed to be
the winner. But there should be no winners in a debate, only the unifying
element of coming to mutual terms…. Let’s try that once.
Until Next Time, “I try to show the schemers
how pathetic their attempts to control everything really are.”
© 2012 Ernest M. Whiteman III
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