Tears of a Clown: Keith Ellison’s Manhood Goes on Sale

A Crocodile Weeps. ++see below

Remember back when John F. Kennedy swore that the Pope didn’t make his decisions for him? (On September 12, 1960, he said, “I am not the Catholic candidate for President. I am the Democratic Party’s candidate for President who also happens to be a Catholic. I do not speak for my Church on public matters — and the Church does not speak for me.”)* He was promising to do what’s best as a representative of ALL the people.

I understand that that was the kind of scrutiny non-Protestants lived with. It was a sorry affair persecuting people based on their religious beliefs when they ran for office. However, I’m sure those comments reassured those who considered voting for Mr. Kennedy.

A Public Servant to Whom?

Today, we have folks who seem to define themselves solely by their religious ideology. Apparently, it precedes gender, race, nationality, dignity, and common sense. It really does not matter to me what people do, or believe in, or swear fealty to, except when this trait is exhibited by a politician. Why doesn’t Representative Keith Ellison serve in a religious temple somewhere? Is he aware that he’s supposed to represent his district, atheists included, and not just his coreligionists?

OOps. I guess he cannot be criticized for that oversight though. It might make him cry. Or something.

It’s Political Theater

I’m generally cynical about politicians. Representatives go through two year election cycles. I believe fruit flies live longer. Congressional hearings are show trials. With the “tears of a clown” display, the lead entertainer (Ellison) wants to pretend that he’s doing something! This is a fund raising ploy. But hey, pimping ain’t easy.

Oh, you mean he might be sincere? I doubt it.

He’s not crying, because most of the victims of homocide are black males, decimating the African American population. Or that most victims of domestic violence, rape and murder are black girls / women, further decimating the African American population. Or that a large number of foreclosures are putting single black mothers into the streets, generating a devastating economic setback to the backbone of the African American population. Or that black people are suffering the worst economic crisis since the Great Depression.

Oh, no. Ellison is cynically blubbering over one incident regarding one deceased individual that happened a decade ago. He’s not even crying over all the victims of 9/11.

I could have believed Ellison sincere, if he announced he was upset at something like this picture:

African boy gets "questioned" by Libyan "rebels" with a finger on the right and a pistol on the left.

I have relatives that look like this kid.

My sympathy for the Libyans have evaporated. Then again, I never had much to begin with. These people are literally picking on the darkest people they see. This is a child they are terrorizing. They think he’s an “African mercenary”. The whole country is after these people. Poor child looks too frightened to be anything nefarious. Many central Africans came to Libya to work (in the oil fields), because Qadhafi invited them there. There are also many other groups and nationalities fleeing Libya.

I tried to find out what happened to this kid from news reports, but because the media is so much on the side of the “rebels” or “freedom fighters” they’ve pretended not to know.

It pissed me off.

Hey, I get it that this isn’t something for Ellison to weep over. There’s no money it in. However, since he’s playing the role of a sensitive politician, couldn’t he expand his interests a bit?

Just asking.

“Manhood for Sale”

Sometimes, I think some black males aren’t aware that they’re always looking for a new “master” to tell them what to do, how to think, and how to be. They are released from one yoke, only to take on another.

How much do you think that single tear will get Ellison from fund raising? A hundred thou? Maybe half a mil? That money wont be coming from us though, will it?

* Wikipedia: John F. Kennedy profile.

++ Ellison was sobbing at a Congressional hearing on the radicalization of American followers of Islam.

Note: I’ve been remiss in the past not crediting who the photos belong to. Sorry. These two are from Reuters.


News Update:

NY Times: American Muslim Salafi Movement – Why Do They Even Come Here?


Superman Returns: A Movie Of Religious Themes

It’s inner-nerd reflection time!

Warning: I bust the plot wide open. A number of scenes are described. I’m not very religious, so pardon me if I get my metaphors mixed up.

Two millennia from now, if people looked back on this time, would they assume we followed Gods other than the monotheistic Yahweh, Jesus, and Allah? I know there are other religions, but I mention these based on my vague, yet not too great, familiarity with the three.

Today, our mass media depicts what is supposedly a reflection of our current culture. Imagine how much the language will evolve, or devolve, depending on your view. Today, English takes many forms such as XOXO, TTY l8r, brb, and other abbreviations that make me wonder – will anyone in the future be able to translate it?

And once they generate a rough translation, will their assumptions be correct? Or will they assume that our media was a form of mass worship based on the repetition of the same images?

Is the Comic Book Hero a New Deity?

What passes for entertainment sometimes appear to be the usurpation or supplanting of belief in the divinities. I often wonder: How is a lifetime reading of comic books following one character not like a religion? How is attending sci-fi, comic, and movie conventions not like adherence to attending a religious mass? How is repeatedly viewing movies based on a specific character or trilogy, and treating it as integral to a lifestyle or way of life, not the same as following religious dogma?

Is it because we tell ourselves that this is harmless stuff?

According to dictionary.com, religion is defined as: something one believes in and follows devotedly.

The God Gap

From the Old Testament to New Testament of the Bible, I was struck by how annoyed God was with the human race. He was a cruel taskmaster: harsh, mercurial, and unforgiving as the holy writer’s environment. God used to confer directly with Adam and Eve, but after many generations he spoke less directly to his children, and began using angels as intermediaries, until he stopped using any source to communicate. I view the New Testament as a fresh reboot: God would give us one more try with his Son, in his (our) Image, through a virgin birth to get his message across.

Is the clamor for superheroes a modern day yearning for a god-like figure? Is it because we’ve run out of faith? Is it because we’ve become cynical? Is technology to blame? The word superhero is nearly one hundred years old, so the phenomenon is certainly not new.

Superheroes fill what I would call the God gap. In a modern society, with more education, the number of people who believe in a deity grows smaller. In the current imagination, the superhero – this fictional near-God is accessible – whereas a true God, is an all-powerful being who ignores our prayers, pleas, directives, and utterances, doesn’t speak directly to us, unless one is a schizophrenic wandering the streets having a good chat with the Holy One.

Superman: A Look at a Modern God

Which brings us to Superman Returns: a movie with religious undertones and overtones. It does not adhere to Christian or other religious doctrine in a straight line, but it was there nevertheless.

Let’s look at, and evaluate, the following religious themes:

Scene: Marlon Brandon, as Jor-El, solemnly states he’s sending his only son, Kal-El, to planet earth to be the guardian humans will need.

My Take: God gave us Jesus, who is the Son of God. Yes? Sorry to state it so baldly.

Scene: Mrs. Kent cradles Superman on his return to earth, after his spaceship crashed in her yard.

My Take: Like Jesus, he is cradled in the arms of his mother.

Scene: Lex Luthor stating that we have a “god” who is selfish with his powers.

My Take: Obviously referring to Superman, and leaving no doubt to the religious theme of the movie.

Scene: In the last quarter of the film, Lex Luthor and his henchmen, on a piece of land created with crystal and kryptonite, beat Superman. Luthor stabs him with kryptonite.

My Take: Luthor will always be a combination of Pontius Pilate, Judas or the Devil to Superman.

Scene: Lois Lane saves a supine Superman, holding him like a baby as she pulls out the kryptonite.

My Take: She cradles him in her arms. There are many women in the life of Jesus who cradle him in her arms or touch him to wash his feet, etc.

The Resurrection

Superman goes up to the sun to heal and regain his strength. He plummets back into the Atlantic Ocean to remove, lift and toss the big rock into space. His exposure to the kryptonite weakens him and he falls back to earth, and fortunately lands in the city park of Gotham.

He cannot be treated, because his skin is impermeable. They can only leave him in his hospital bed, after he “dies” or loses consciousness.

Lois Lane comes to see him. She whispers in his ear. I suspect she’s told him he has a son. Then the little boy goes up to kiss him. In the next scene, his bed is empty. The hospital staff and cops glance at an open window.

Resurrection is a common theme in a number of theological tales regarding Phoenix, Krishna (depending on who’s telling the story), Jesus and others.

As the movie approaches the end, Superman visits his sleeping son, and whispers a lame speech about “The father and the Son.” It’s so ridiculously close to “The father, the son and the holy ghost” I was surprised he didn’t go through the physical motions of it (it’s a prayer, right?).

Our Father Who Art In Heaven

The movie ends with Superman ascending to the heavens.

Was I offended by the religious themes of this film? Nope.

I think it struggled enough with finding a good reason for Superman’s continued existence. (Comic book writers are so bored with Superman they’ve killed him off a couple of times.) Superman Returns gave us little or no insight into his character. He’s as smooth and bland as a small pebble. This effort to make him a God collapses like a cheap tent.

Superman was sent to save us. Yet with him, there is no incentive, no fervor on our part that we should feel for a God. An uninspiring figure, he fails to provide a strong, compelling, and moral reason why he should be in our lives. He couldn’t even show us the right way to live and exist. He is a baby daddy after all.

This movie about Him ends up being about nothing at all.


Caprica Sucks

Why is this show so criminally bad? Why does it suck so bad? Why did a show with so much potential go wrong so fast?

I couldn’t make it past episode four. With Battlestar Galactica at least I made it to the third year. It started off very very good and went downhill.

I suspect Caprica is horrid on purpose. I am nauseated by it. I find it hard to even write about it, it’s so awful.

Everything takes place at least 58 years before the Cylons come back and destroy everything. Caprica shows where the fissure begins and is based on how the monotheists are much more distructive and judgmental as compared to the polytheists.

The polytheists are people whose religion follows our horoscope charts. Hence the names of the 12 planets being Caprica, Tauron, etc. In this world, the monotheists are oppressed and strike back by becoming terrorists. I’ll let you figure out the modern day parallels.

Frankly, both groups suck. It’s hard to even see where one group is good and the other is bad. I’d give a slight edge of the grossness to the monotheists since they practice polyamorous marriages. The polytheists are amoral, serially monogamous, along with being corrupt to the core thrown in.

Caprica is about two families: the Adamas and the Graystones. It has Eric Stolz playing Daniel Graystone of Caprica, the inventor of the Cylon. It has the handsome Esai Morales playing Joseph Adama, born of Tauron with a Caprican soul.

David Eick and Ronald D. Moore made this dreck along with the “re-imagining” of Battlestar Galactica, so I was not surprised to see the same crappy retread of ethnic stereotypes. The Taurons are mobsters / gangsters who look Latino / Italian. The Graystones are your typical rich, ultra-pale, narcissistic, and “brilliant” yuppies. The blacks are in the background as low level servants.

The writers can only mine the depths of what they know: absolutely nothing.

There’s no creativity or originality in this show. Aside from the casual sex themes: homosexual marriages, polygamous marriages, poly-amorous marriages, and virtual-reality-anything-goes-worlds, which I suspect is more a reflection of modern-day Hollywood than of normal people in the rest of the world. I’m surprised they haven’t shown pedophiles in a positive light yet, I’m sure pederasts will get a high five eventually.

Caprica may seem to focus on religion, but it comes across as though it’s written and produced by atheists, anti-humanists, or people whose value systems come from Hollywood, the bottom feeding cesspool capital of the world. Atheists believe in no religion, and the show indicates that religion makes things worse. It even implies that religion doesn’t make a difference in human behavior.

If that’s the case, what’s the point of the show? Everyone is better off dead?

Last note: the technology used in Caprica is not new, interesting, or forward looking.

Does this indicate that science fiction writing (from Hollywood) is reaching a creative dead end? I can only think so with even the current President intent on killing NASA off. Sad. Really sad. We’ve lost our collective imagination and based on the content of Caprica, our collective minds.

Update: 3/27/2010

And not only is it bad, the author, screenwriter, and creator of this dreck, being a typical, left wing nutjob, and oversensitive creep, sent me a profanity laced, hate note.

Thanks Ronald, or your creepy, weird, identity stealing fan!

That’s the Hollywood left for you. He acts as though the opinion of little ol’ me matters. 😀

Work on your material, dear Ronald, maybe someone will respect the crap-o-fest you’re able to put together.