A Halloween Post

This is the first Raimi movie I ever saw and it blew me away. I remember seeing it for the first time when I was still in high school. It was a dark, cold and stormy Saturday night and my brother rented it on VHS tape, telling me I'd love it. And I did, I really did, while developing a severe crush on Bruce Campbell as well. The scariest scene was when they were playing cards and the one girl started to name them from across the room only to turn around all demonified and the delicious havoc did ensue. The sequel was great too, no one can do slapstick like my Bruce. Since it is Halloween, I do like to watch my scary favorites and this is one. I must say that I was laughing at all the sly references to this classic that the newer movie The Cabin in the Woods threw out. When the 5 college kids drove up to said cabin, I piped up with "that looks just like the Evil Dead cabin", not realizing that it was kind of an homage. (Cabin in the Woods is very good by the way and if you haven't yet freeze the screen and check out the betting white board and see all the choices they have to kill our protagonists for a laugh.) There is also a big budget remake being made now that unfortunately has decided to remove one of the best things about this version and the follow ups, its sly sense of humor. They really should leave well enough alone and this movie does not need any remakes. If you like this movie series as well, check out this website that is all things evil and dead http://www.bookofthedead.ws/website/the_evil_dead_synopsis.html. The internet really is great for these kinds of things, I feel like I have found a little treasure.

Just Wanted to Share This...

It is too funny and with a good message. Plus the absolutely gorgeous eye candy does not hurt.

It has already surpassed 3 million hits and would like to see that triple, so share it!!!

Just a Thought...

Hi. You're going to call off your rigorous investigation. You're going to publicly state that there is no underground group. Or we are going to take your balls. Look, the people you are after are the people you depend on. We cook your meals, we connect your calls, we guard you while you sleep. Do not fuck with us.

—Tyler Durden, Fight Club 

 

Recordings have power. It is tanking a Presidential campaign and caused a useless celebutard to apologize for her homophobic remarks, and this is just in the last month. One was recorded by a bartender and the other by a cab driver, 2 of the faceless 99% that the wealthy and powerful do not see. They do not think we have power because we do not have money. What we do have is numbers, we are everywhere. Even farther then the quote above, we serve their drinks, we drive their cars, we clean their homes, we do their nails and cut their hair, we wait on them at restaurants and stores, we watch their children, cut their lawns and run their errands. Those who are wealthy have virtually abdicated all responsibility for the day to day care of themselves and their families to others whom they pay, usually poorly. They denigrate us or ignore us and almost all of us have phones, which have the ability to record. Just a thought.

Happy 1st anniversary OWS

I find it funny that so many armchair and “respectable” pundits alike are counting it out. They say it is over now, that for all its bluff and bluster that nothing was accomplished. All of those people who with their sweat and tears who had the bravery to stand up to the machine and say that “I will not allow you to consume me and I am worth more than the amount of money that you can squeeze from me”, walked away with their tails between their legs never to look back. I beg to differ. The fact that in 2011 the middle class shrunk again adding to the class inequality that we in our precious USA have not seen since the gilded age means that we still have far to go.  

Humans are not cars but the crooks of Wall Street treat us as such, broken down into components our monetary worth is greater. I have written before of the high cost of poverty. There are things that people who have never been poor will not understand about how the money drains through the fingers, not by shiftless thrift but by rampant preying on those least able to protect themselves. The bounced check fees, the check cashing fees, the late fees, the higher interest rates all add up. The most mundane chores of life can become stressful. Something breaking down can throw an entire household into disarray for weeks, as the cost of repair is prohibitive. Paying for all the costs of an automobile (maintenance, insurance, registration) can be a terrible burden while being a necessity. Driving is a privilege you say? If you can’t afford it take the bus. Therein lays another hidden cost of poverty, time. Some cities, I happen to live in one, is not friendly to public transportation. A 20 minute car ride can become a 2 hour adventure on the bus. What if you have to shop for groceries for a family or pick your child up from school, is the bus really a viable option then? That is why so many poor people risk driving without…and then of course there are the fees if they get caught. When you are poor you spend more time than me doing laundry, going to the Laundromat can take at least half a day. When you are poor you spend your days in line at the unemployment, social security, or food stamp offices just to get by.  Most who are poor have to work more than one job, so a week where you just work 40 hours is a pleasant dream. Plus those who want to use education to climb the ladder of opportunity graduate with a massive student loan debt that is the equivalent of indentured servitude. When you are poor, the simplest thing is a struggle; every bump in the road becomes a mountain to climb. Money is not the answer to everything but it sure does take away so many burdens. The money is squeezed out of those who can least afford it in a million different ways and funneled upward. Being middle class is not the answer any more. Basically claiming being in that class is the untapped font of wealth that can be pulled upward and it is becoming an endangered species.  We still bray wildly that “we are #1” even while we fall pathetically behind in education, social welfare, and child mortality.

That is what OWS wants to end. They envision a world where the playing field is equalized and the rules are for everyone, not one set for the rich and one for the rest of us. They have not stopped fighting; they have just ceased it from one central location, no matter if it was in New York or Oakland or anywhere in between. I read today what has happened in words far more eloquently than I can say it, but I can’t remember the direct quote or where I got it from (apologies to whoever it was and my butchering of it). They said that like a seedpod, they were pushed out of their casing so that they could spread with the wind and deposit their message in the fertile ground, and the ground is fertile. Movements do not happen overnight. The abolitionist movement took over 60 years, the suffrage movement over 80 and civil rights another 40 (although I think we are still fighting that and not just for our black citizens but for our gay ones as well). The OWS of a year ago was just the first furious blooming that was mercilessly pruned by the military and police who work for the 1%. Anyone who gardens though can tell you what happens after a pruning. Usually new growth is stronger and more vibrant than ever. The Powers that Be would be grateful for you to think that occupy has faded away, for you to become complacent again, don’t let that happen.  No matter what they say, OWS has changed the dialogue, and the PTB continue to hate it as hundreds have been arrested once again. We must always fight, no matter how small it may seem, even a shift in consciousness can mean big things. We are not as gullible as we were even 10 years ago and unlike those earlier movements cited above, OWS has one thing, one very powerful thing, that they didn’t which is the internet. There is no excuse for ignorance anymore, not with a world of knowledge at your fingertips. There are more of us then them, so never forget that, times are changing whether those at the top want it or not. We are the 99%!

The DNC Convention

I have only been really into politics since the run up to the 2004 elections. I hated GWB so bad that I wanted to not have to suffer through another 4 years with him at the helm, him of the codpiece and "Mission Accomplished" swagger. A substantial interest in politics came to me late in life. I remember when I turned 18 and voting for the first time, and it was for Dukakis of course as I am a life long Democrat. Even though I didn't realize why at the time, I knew that Reagan and his policies didn't sit well with me and didn’t think another 4 years of Republicanism was the way to go.  After that election and Dukakis lost, I didn't really feel anything and went on with my life. When the 1992 election rolled around, I was on board the Clinton train and even have an old VHS tape my brother and I took when we went to see him speak. Now that I think about it that was my first political rally. I voted for Clinton the first time around but found myself disillusioned enough by the time his second term came that I didn't vote at all. When Gore and Bush were running, I voted for Gore but without any thought, he was a D and that is just how it went. I never realized until that moment what a Presidential election really meant. I saw the crowds throwing garbage and rioting during Dubya's inauguration, felt cheated that even though WE had voted for Gore that OUR vote had been superseded by a non-elected body of black robed "justices", and feeling disgusted but not sure why I just knew it was not right. 

The first 4 years of Shrub was an endless stream of terror alerts, fear mongering, and the start of these useless wars. This was where the idea of an Imperial Presidency started to bloom. His growing of the debt, torture, spying on Americans, and stripping our civil liberties all contributed to my despising of the Decider and wanted someone, anyone to take his place. Kerry/Edwards seemed good and I liked their ideas. Edwards was the first candidate to talk about the poor of our country for a long time and Kerry seemed like an honorable man. I made sure to try to watch all his speeches and the debates, kept informed with reading and news programs/talk radio and even attended a few events. Watching the election results roll in was very disheartening. Just like last time it seemed that there were lots of election night shenanigans (which is a whole other topic and if you are interested Google election fraud 2001 and 2004 and be prepared for the amount of information that pops up most by respected journalists) and Bush won despite the exit polls heavily favoring Kerry. The sad thing is that if Kerry had inspired more people to vote the rigging wouldn’t have mattered. But this started a trend of my paying attention. It can be distressing and depressing to always know what is going on but I pride myself on being able to talk intelligently and factually about world and national events. 
 

I didn’t like Obama at first. When the candidates for 2008 started to declare, I immediately gravitated to Edwards (this was before his troubles) because I had liked him so much before, although my favorite candidate is Kucinich but I knew he had no chance. I watched all of the candidate’s debates; saw all of them speak at (except Clinton and Biden) at local events which there were a lot of as I live in a battle ground state. It is one thing to see someone on TV and in person; it also gives you a feel of the excitement the person generates in the vibe of the crowd. After Obama won the nomination, I went to see him and it was like a festival and the air was electric. The only other political event that even came close was Ron Paul. I even, for the first time, but certainly not the last caucused. I volunteered to work the polls on Election Day and donated time and money. 8 years of Bush had taught me how important elections are, how much they matter even long after that person is gone. 

Democrats aren’t perfect. We are still feeling many of the decisions that Clinton made to this day. Outsourcing started under him with NAFTA, the seeds of the economic collapse were planted with the repeal of Glass-Stegall, and a generation of low-income Americans was adversely affected by welfare “reform”.  It seems that Clinton has taken on the rosy glow of constant polishing that Regan has acquired and hell if he isn’t an amazing speaker. We aren’t perfect but I think that in the end Democrats look forward and our very inclusivity is our strength. 

I’d been feeling pretty apathetic this election cycle, Obama policies had left me very disillusioned. He had pretty much embraced the Imperial Presidency, hadn’t rolled back any of the draconian laws passed by Bush in fact he’s made them worse, no Wall Street person was thrown in jail, he let the Republicans frame the debate too often, gave up the public option on health care, and kept on killing innocent civilians in drone attacks. This wasn’t the change I could believe in. I was going to vote but that was about it, until 3 days in Charlotte. I sat down a watched the whole thing, every speech, every film clip, and every soaring crowd shot and felt my passion returning.

I know I was being play by the pomp and propaganda. The incessant cries of “USA, USA, USA” started to sound jingoistic and vaguely nazi-ish by the end, but damned if I wasn’t moved to tears more than once. The constant untrue cries that we are the greatest country in the world were a little much. I’m sure the Romans believed that too and so did Britain and we see how that worked out. We are judged by our deeds not our words and our deeds say we have far to go. I want us to take the best parts of other countries and make them our own; we can do if only we have the will. The speeches gave me that hope. Clinton’s speech blew the roof off while reminding us of the absolute hate there is for Obama (read any comments after articles about them and it is just disgusting in its nastiness) and a little nun named Sister Simone was a barnburner. There is still so much more work to be done and it would be a disaster to put Mittens in the white house. If things get that bad I know that I am lucky. My dad was born in Canada and I have dual citizenship, which means I can immigrate if need be. Other people don’t have that option and being a liberal I wouldn’t be able to just walk through the door and never look back saying “I’ve got mine”. I’ll leave that kind of thinking to our conservative friends. So it just makes me want to fight. I will be volunteering to register people to vote and working the polls again this year. I am donating money and time. Voting is so important, we must all do it, we must participate in our democracy or see it disappear. Romney’s election would prove once and for all that our democracy can be bought and sink into a cruel oligarchy. I know there are many who think that we are already there, I don’t believe that but I do believe that we are dancing on a knife-edge. So many people say they don’t have time to think about politics or politicians but they sure have time to think about you, so it is up to us to force them to do what WE want.  It really is now or never.

Personal

I received a call from my mother today. My brother was in a horrific accident on a construction site. He slipped from his ladder and fell with a plate glass window landing on him. He came very close to losing his right arm and right eye. Fortunately, the fates were smiling and he sustained just serious cuts to his face and instead of severing a tendon it was the muscles in his arm that sustained all the damage. These will heal. The prognosis is good. I came very close to losing my brother today, it was so frightening. I can't be there with him and I want nothing more than to hug him and tell him I love him. He has a long road ahead of him as he has no insurance and faces many months of rehabilitation and a limited ability to work. It's funny that his first thought was for the woman whose house he was working on, that she is left without a window. He is a good person and never seems to catch a break. It is also hard that we can't just worry about him getting better and now have to worry about the thousands of dollars in hospital and doctors bills that he can't hope to ever repay. It is a hard world. I am posting this to ask my readers (if I have any) to send good thoughts into the universe for his full recovery. Also, tell those you love that you love them, you just never know when you could lose them. Those in Aurora would say that too.

Book Review

11/23/1963 by Stephen King

**SPOILER ALERT** Don’t read this review if you have not read the book! Unless you’re like me and don’t give a damn.

As I’ve said in this blog a few times, I love me some Stephen King. It is the banked love of a long time couple for whom the passion has since faded but for whom the affection and fondness is still strong due to a lifetime of shared experiences. When I first discovered him I was insatiable and couldn’t get enough, many times reading until late in the night, unable to stop. I would talk about him to anyone who would listen and search out interviews because I found his thoughts fascinating, plus reading his odes to “constant reader” made me feel so special like he was talking just to me. I read his entire back catalog and when new books came out, I’d try to be first to the book store to pick me up a copy in the days before Amazon. Any project with his name attached would capture my interest from short-lived series like Golden Years and Kingdom Hospital to the excellent graphic novel adaptions of his work to the mountain of movies (for the big and small screen) both good and bad. If anyone is listening and has some pull, IT would make a great graphic novel, get on that please!!! I enjoyed his later work but I felt that he lost some of his mojo after that terrible accident (for which I am grateful for his recovery) and when I wanted to remember our love when it was young and full of fire, I’d pull out his older work and reread it, like a forlorn wife reading the old and faded love letters that her husband no longer bothers to write. SK has had some clunkers and I was very disappointed by the Ouroboros conclusion of The Dark Tower series, but usually his writing was never dull, so when I tried to read Under the Dome, I was dismayed to find it was just that. I could only get through the first 5 chapters and then had to give it up as a lost cause. I feared the worst… had we become just friends?

When I heard he had a new book coming out, I ordered it from my book club, more out of loyalty than anything. The thought of reading it didn’t excite me and I found subject strange, and was turned off by the premise that Oswald was the only shooter the day JFK was assassinated (I am a conspiracy theorist here and believe Oswald was what he said he was, “a pasty”). Here is the description offered on Amazon:

On November 22, 1963, three shots rang out in Dallas, President Kennedy died, and the world changed. What if you could change it back? Stephen King’s heart-stopping dramatic new novel is about a man who travels back in time to prevent the JFK assassination—a thousand page tour de force.

Following his massively successful novel Under the Dome, King sweeps readers back in time to another moment—a real life moment—when everything went wrong: the JFK assassination. And he introduces readers to a character who has the power to change the course of history.

Jake Epping is a thirty-five-year-old high school English teacher in Lisbon Falls, Maine, who makes extra money teaching adults in the GED program. He receives an essay from one of the students—a gruesome, harrowing first person story about the night 50 years ago when Harry Dunning’s father came home and killed his mother, his sister, and his two brothers with a hammer. Harry escaped with a smashed leg, as evidenced by his crooked walk.

Not much later, Jake’s friend Al, who runs the local diner, divulges a secret: his storeroom is a portal to 1958. He enlists Jake on an insane—and insanely possible—mission to try to prevent the Kennedy assassination. So begins Jake’s new life as George Amberson and his new world of Elvis and JFK, of big American cars and sock hops, of a troubled loner named Lee Harvey Oswald and a beautiful high school librarian named Sadie Dunhill, who becomes the love of Jake’s life—a life that transgresses all the normal rules of time.

A tribute to a simpler era and a devastating exercise in escalating suspense, 11/22/63 is Stephen King at his epic best.

Knowing how I felt about Under the Dome, when the book arrived I put it in my night stand with the dozen or so other books I eventually planned to read but had not gotten to yet and went on with my life. Upon finding reviews nearly unanimous in praise for this latest opus, I decided to pull it out and just try a few chapters and test the waters. I settled into my bed one evening resting against my plumped pillows, a bed-hogging dog curled next to me, and cracked it open. What happened next was a shock, after reading the first paragraph I sat bolt upright in bed and said “holy shit”! It was like coming home one day to find that husband of yours had made you dinner and brought you flowers and then told you to get dolled up so he could show you off and take you dancing. I was being wooed again and it felt just fine. The fire was always there, it just needed some tending to come fully alight and when it is a fire built by the master it becomes a blaze visible from space. 

The story started like a shot from a gun. I liked Jake from the start, and he seemed so real as all of King’s best characters do. His life was fascinating and the concept of a portal to another specific time opened up so many possibilities. The book was very like an episode of Quantum Leap with Jake playing Sam trying to put right what once went wrong, his Al is portal guardians who are being driven slowly insane by their task. But, unlike in that show, here the past or AGO is almost a character in itself and it does not want to be changed or as SK says, “the past is obdurate.” It uses all the forces at its disposal to thwart Jake’s plans including insane stretches of “coincidence” and almost having him beaten to death. King’s protagonists never have it easy and it seemed that the last half of the book takes place in too many hospital rooms with first Sadie and then Jake, who is now George, becoming longtime residents. But, the heart of the book is the love affair between George/Jake and Sadie, the shy soon to be divorced school librarian, with a dark secret of her own. I’m not ashamed to say it, I grew to love her. Funny, charming, brave, clumsy (or as King says haunted, being this way myself that word fits perfectly), and sweet, it is easy to see why he fell for her. She is full of good qualities but she is not without her faults, a weakness for alcohol and cigarettes being some of them. For all of her wonderfulness, she is still recognizably human as we all are with both the good and the bad parts of our personalities. Sadie is no Mary Sue. She is a living breathing person although her physical body is made up of individual letters, a literary Frankenstein’s monster stitched together with words and given the breath of life by the lightening of Stephen King’s mind.