Why it Doesn't Matter if Global Warming is Happening or Not

Think man is making the earth hotter, and that we'll destroy ourselves if we keep going? Or do you think that nothing we do can actually effect the environment? While I tend to side with the former (just because, you know, science) let's explore the possibility that this is just a cycle and we're in no danger. Whew! Guess we can keep shitting in our own back yard huh?

Here's why we should curb emissions and explore alternative energy anyway.

It will be worth it. Its that simple. Even if we see no dip in temperature at all, never worrying about the air you breathe or the water you drink will make up for it. Yes it will be expensive. Yes it will take sacrifice.But someone will have to pay it eventually, even if just to ensure we aren't suffocated under our own smog. Why can't it be us? Why can't we quit being selfish assholes for long enough to start? We have the opportunity to be known as the generation that started it all. That took the plunge for the future of our species. I hear a lot these days about how unfair it is to burden our children with our debt. Fair enough. Why then is it acceptable to burden them with our waste? Its not, of course its not. Still, burying your head in the sand is much easier than taking responsibility, isnt it?

As for the alternative energy, the main argument I hear about all of it is that it either does not work as well or is too expensive. Great. Who cares? Investing in alternative fuel is just like curbing emissions. We know our oil and natural gas will disappear eventually. We know this beyond a shadow of a doubt. So how stupid is it not to test, and try, and roll out every alternative you can think of? The answer is, its self-evidently stupid.

This may not be your problem. You will probably be dead before it becomes an issue. Your descendants will not be. It is up to you whether they remember you with pride for having acted, or as the selfish jerks we all try so hard to be.

Why We Have to Try the 9/11 Terrorists

Earlier tonight I posted a reply to a friend of mine on Facebook, in which he stated that giving the 9/11 terrorists a trial was naive, as they wanted to destroy our system anyway. I think the idea was that they don't respect it anyway, plus they aren't human, so why bother. He also made the comment that if Holder was so sure they would get the death penalty, why not push them out the plane taking them to New York. As an interesting aside, this same friend often criticizes the Obama Administration's health care plan (and pretty much all his other policies), as destroying our Constitution and running contrary to the will of the founders. 

The argument I made to him is pretty much the same one I will make here. Not giving the terrorists their day in court would be a betrayal of everything this country has ever stood for. One of the pillars of our society rests on the fact that everyone, no matter how horrible the crime they are accused of, will get their day in court. We know that no matter what, no one in the United States will be summarily executed on a whim. Instead, twelve men and women will sit down, look at the evidence, and decide guilt or innocence. This, more than anything else, differentiates America from those that hate us. If we execute them with no trial, or hold their trial in a secret military tribunal, we will never have the right to demand anything from anyone when it comes to human rights. We will have lost.

Why is it that some people will cling to the Constitution for all its worth, and then discard it as soon as it is inconvenient? And why are these people the first ones to accuse someone of being communist, or socialist, or just plain un-American? At least the majority just differ in their interpretation of the Constitution. This group though, my friend included, have decided that there is some sort of collective consciousness that gets to decide who gets the protection of our founding document, and who does not. Think about that for a second. They have taken it upon themselves to decide the fate of another person, disregarding due process and 233 years of American history, for two seconds of revenge that will not change anything anyway.

I personally think the men in question did it. I'm certain they will be found guilty, and I am just as certain they will be executed. I'm fine with that. What I'm not fine with is for our country to throw away what makes us special, what makes us unique. We can be better than that. We are better than that. These men will have their day in court. And we, as a nation, will be able to look ourselves in the mirror,  knowing that we proved our way works.

Louisiana's New Embarrassment is Named Keith Bardwell

He only did it for the kids.

The Story.

I'm not going to go into the story's details. The facts are self-evident and either your appalled at the ignorance this fine example of a Louisiana public official possesses, or you don't see what the big deal is. Psst! If you fall into the latter category, your a piece of shit. Do us a favor and don't breed.


No, the reason I'm writing  is because I saw the paper, then went to the above link to see what the comments were saying. It was just as bad as I thought it would be. The comments ranged from out of state people laughing at the backwardness our state seems to love to present to the outside world, to condemnation from decent people, all the way to the complete insanity from the lunatic fringe that think he's right. Problem is that the fringe isn't quite as fringe around here as it should be.

I realized that in the past few years, the only other national coverage we've gotten has been the Hosanna child rape cult.  The feelings of pride one experiences from this realization are unexplainable. Mainly because there aren't any.

It does reminds us of two things though.

1. The Post-Racial America Obama was supposed to usher in? Not happening.  What is and has been happening is that racism has just enough of a social stigma that the racist will deny being one, while still of course being one. No one, least of all Ballard, believes he's doing it for the kids. He's doing it because it's how he would have done it in his alternate reality where George Wallace became President. The only difference is that he hides his intentions and is stupid enough to think no one will know what he's doing. I suppose it is a step up from lynching. I can't believe I can write that and actually mean it.

2. There's hope. Each generation is a little more integrated, a little more aware of the problem, and a little less willing to stay quiet about race in general and racism in particular. At the same time, the generation that grew up seeing and rooting against the Civil Rights movement is dying off. While it will not supply the ultimate solution, time may do more to advance race relations than anything else.

One mistake we cannot afford to make is to say that this is just one more black eye for a state that has loads, shrugging it off in the process. I hope we don't. We can be better than this, we are better than this. All we need is the courage to tell Bardwell and his ilk that their way is not acceptable anymore. We can take advantage of this stupidity to prove, to ourselves more than anyone else, that we are willing and able to no longer allow an environment where people like Bardwell feel comfortable and, more importantly, justified in spewing their bile.  I know it can be done. I just hope enough of us are willing to try.

Oh and FYI, there's a very good chance that the picture leading this essay is not Bardwell. A good chance as in it's definitely not him. Still, I think as a representation of Bardwell's ignorance as well as a look what the rest of the world thinks we all look like thanks to assholes like him, it does it's job.

The Older I Get, the Weirder Things Are

So I went to the circus the other night, and all I can say is, it sucked. It was complete and utter crap. My kids liked it. I suppose it doesn't take much to seem magical to an eight year old. To me though? It was like all the shine was gone, and in its place was a dark, decrepit, sleaze pit, just waiting to take your money. And yes, before I thought to say money, there was a part of me that wanted to say soul. I can't help it, it was a little back alley creepy. Psycho Circus creepy for any KISS and/or comic geeks out there.

As for the title of this post, I noticed something about myself the other night. Now I'm an asshole, just to be clear. It's not something I'm proud of, and most of the time I can either keep my assholeish (word?) thoughts to myself or at the very least, get by with a socially acceptable, "Oh Shawn, your horrible! <giggle>"  I'm a nice asshole, but an asshole nonetheless. Anyway, as I get older, these cynical assholeish <again ,word?> thoughts seem to be merging with, dare I say it, a hippie like view of the world. And I was always pro-Cartman, anti-hippie. But I don't know what else to call it.

This latest crisis of confidence in my ability to be a thoroughly depressing and bastardly individual happened, you guessed it, at the circus the other night. First things first. I hate PETA. I love animals, but I hate PETA. Back on track, I'm sitting there at the circus, wondering exactly how many kinds of VD the trapeze artists has, when they march out the elephants. I like elephants, I always have; they seem like they just know weird,  interesting, important, things. Things that, when they told you, you'd be all like, "No way! How could I have missed that? Jumbo, you've changed my life forever!" Or something, anyway point is, I like elephants, but aside from the, possibly alcohol induced thought above, I've rarely thought about them. I did Saturday night.

Know what I thought? I thought that the life of a circus elephant sucks balls. Then I felt guilty for paying money to an organization that puts them on display like that. They were going through this act and they just looked pathetic. This circus was in a parking lot in Kenner. The elephants had to kneel on that concrete. Ever kneeled on concrete? It hurts. Imagine weighing a few thousand pounds and kneeling on it. Yeah. So now I want to free the elephants. Along with health care, Palestine, and this country from the Patriot Act. I suppose that really does make me a liberal, which to my family and friends makes me a hippie.  Oh well, I promise to bathe often and not wear patchouli. That'll help some, right?

Today's the Day

Today is this one’s first birthday. While the party will be tomorrow, today he gets to hang out with daddy, eating and sleeping. So as far as he’s concerned, today is a regular day. We know its special though. Love ya Loges. Back tomorrow with pictures of him eating his cake.

Writing Discipline

Check this out!   http://micro-fiction.blogspot.com/ is a great and creative example of the writer’s art. I can’t imagine the effort and the discipline one would need to tell a story in just 50 words. I may try it, though I seriously doubt I would be brave enough to publish the results.

Mass Effect or Why Do I Need to Find Everything in a Game Part 2?

To keep things shorter I’ll jump over the whole PS2 Xbox generation, though I’m already eyeing Bioware with a mixture of admiration and utter contempt at this point. In the modern era we have two games that represent the destruction of my body and soul, or at least usher in a massive influx of OCD gaming habits. Bioware put together Mass Effect which for those of you not aware, is the gaming equivalent of crack to people like me. Modern games have been slowly moving away from the idea that collecting a hundred items, and then doing it again works as a valid plot point. Mass Effect slaps down that idea and sends you right back to a hell that Super Mario Brothers could only dream of. This is the mother lode of things that make me obsessive. To begin, we have a protagonist that has multiple conversation choices, that can lead to different outcomes. This means that right out of the box there is no way for me to get everything my first go around. I need to play it multiple times to see everything. just thinking about it is  raising my blood pressure. But I’ll do it.

The next part just compounds the first problem. You now have the choice to be good or evil. The choice of one can block out the choices available to the other. In Mass Effect it isn’t too bad, as there are ways around it or you can play multiple times. But Fable II! That is a whole other ball of wax. I play it and I hate it at the same time. Don’t get me wrong, it is a great game and I love to play it, but there is a part of me that cringes when I make a choice. I know I’ll need to make a whole new character if I want to make that choice again, as there are no multiple saves per character. At least with Mass Effect, I can save right before a new choice. With Fable I’m effectively screwed.  But I still love it.