Browsing tumblr for all of thirty seconds netted me a moderately re-posted diatribe aimed at a positively ancient joke, wherein the author of the diatribe either doesn’t understand that said joke is not actually utilized as a serious philosophical attack on body modification, body image politics or gender oriented philosophy. Or they may be operating under the delusion that an amateur “postmodern critique” of a crusty “old people making fun of young people” type joke has any merit outside of facile external validation from an insular peer group.
If you have to ask “Does this make me a bad person?” or “Am I wrong for thinking…?”, it probably does. If your intent is to offer a serious critique and/or condemnation of a particular aspect of social conservatism, the energy expended on your “heroic defense of freedom of choice” would be better utilized if it were not directed at a soft, easy target like an unfunny, widely forwarded joke about a punk rocker and a parrot. The audience for this joke consists of aging social conservatives who have interacted and are uncomfortable with young people who are comfortable with their body image to openly express themselves. It is not being distributed as a part of a larger intimidation and propaganda campaign.
Wasting your time on bad jokes only paints you as an unfunny, touchy, tedious cretin who cannot comprehend the concept of “humor” outside of all jokes being a form of rape or physical assault– and as one who finds critique of more worthy items too challenging.
No, I’m not linking to it or reblogging it.
IF YOU DON’T HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR, DON’T TRY TO BE FUNNY.
FUCK ‘EM IF THEY CAN’T TAKE A JOKE.
What’s the point of conspiracy theories? Even if the most ridiculous ones were true, and jew lizard aliens from the Pleiades really did kill JFK with a laser and flew hologram cruise missiles into the World Trade Center, they’ve already gotten away with it, and there’s nothing a bunch of alcoholic, paint-sniffing paranoid maniacs are going to be able to do about it. Wouldn’t the person who’s truly interested in the welfare of humanity instead try and busy themselves with the duties of figuring out how to survive under the jew lizard shapeshifter alien government?
What’s the point of spreading histrionic paranoia to other easily excited paranoids?
Muddying the definition of “states rights”: How Ron Paul exploits potheads to advocate for segregation
When did people forget that “states rights” was the battle cry used in the 1950s and 1960s in the fight against integration, the equal rights amendment and being federally prohibited from abusing people based on their skin color?
When did “states rights” change into a byline for slack-jawed advocacy for cannabis legalization?
Maybe they didn’t forget. Maybe they’re exploiting the fact that younger persons of voting age never had to live through any of the battles and bloodshed around civil rights– and instead realize that the way to having th’ gummit stop enforcing labor laws, reproductive freedom laws and anti-discrimination laws is through a bunch of kind-hearted but naive stoners.
The irony of the fight for cannabis legalization through states rights is ironic, considering that cannabis will never be legalized unless it is dealt with on a federal level. The placement of cannabis on Schedule I of the Controlled Substances Act is at the behest of congress. This means that actions that sound as simple as “abolishing the controlled substances act” or “rescheduling cannabis” require the full approval of congress– the president can not do this act alone, nor can the president issue a decree ordering congress to repeal a law. For all of their moping about “restoring the constitution,” paultards seem to be blissfully unaware of the separation of powers– no one branch of the government makes the laws; they are created in concert with all three branches of government, and unless a majority of the 535 members of congress are all progressive-minded enough to support a liberalization of existing drug laws, nothing will happen.
Working around the controlled substances act and reclassifying cannabis as a prescription medicine is the most effective way to achieve partial legalization, and to reduce the social stigma of cannabis– which certainly does still exist in many sectors of society.
The other side of the coin is one that advocates for cannabis legalization seem to overlook: are the 535 members of congress sufficiently conservative enough to support legislation that repeals federal regulations on racial discrimination, child labor, abortion rights, gender discrimination, labor rights and prison terms? My point being, of course, that states will see abortion, homosexuality, unions and race-mixing outlawed and criminalized well before cannabis legalization is ever considered.
death in june is terrible, irrelevant, and hasn’t done anything even listenable in almost twenty years.
douglas pearce is a cryptofascist piece of shit.
“I’m not a fascist because I have Israeli and Rainbow flags on my website! Nazis can’t be gay so I’m not a nazi. Now let’s take my band that’s named after a nazi event, dress in wehrmacht uniforms, sing songs about how great German culture is, nazi events and nazi people that’ll later appear on nazi-themed compilations. Then let’s go on tour with other bands who like to sing about the same stuff we sing about. Gosh, sure are a lot of white people with shaved heads in the audience at our shows!”
The first time I listened to them, I really did wonder what all the fuss was about. It’s sub-par folk warbling that wouldn’t last at an open mic night at the coffee shop.
Maybe DiJ is just one big joke on people who don’t like music, because he’s been speak-singing and atonally thrumming his acoustic guitar to the same song for years now, and the sheer volume of absurd EXTREMELY LIMITED EDITIONS of the same songs in a different order is pretty much the same strategy of a car manufacturer taking last year’s model and putting go-faster stripes on it. It’s also incredibly insulting to state that because someone doesn’t like DiJ, they don’t “get” it. What’s to get? Douglas thought up the lyrics, wrote the music entirely separately and then sloppily bolted them together in an ungainly, amelodic and tedious blob of sound.
Out of, what, 40+ albums(?) I think can find six tunes that don’t make me want to fill my ears with cement– and I don’t think it’s any surprise that they’re drone tracks that don’t feature douglas’ voice OR his fucking guitar.
I have come to the earth shattering conclusion that Coast to Coast AM is little more than a collection of people with very little familiarity with science attempting to:
-Comprehend the as-yet unexplained world around them with fairy stories
-Use what little knowledge they may have of the scientific method to “do science” to these fairy stories in order to make them sound like they have some sort of academic worth.
Case in point: tonight featured a segment about spontaneous human combustion, wherein the guest postulated that spontaneous human combustion could be the result of the atoms of water molecules inside the human body being split into hydrogen and oxygen, thus producing a release of stored energy.
Callers suggested that what might happening is that all of the sodium in the human body— in the form of salt— reacted poorly with the water and produced a typical sodium-water reaction, namely an explosion. The caller did know that salt and sodium are two different materials, but didn’t understand that sodium doesn’t simply “have one extra particle” to it and can’t just freely disassociate itself from chlorine to form pure sodium. If that was the case, the formation of pure chlorine in the body would probably kill the person faster than the sodium-water explosion would, and even then there are a myriad other substances for the sodium to bond with.
The guest then went on to theorize that instead what may be happening in spontaneous human combustion is a release of such tremendous energy that a quantum entanglement event may actually be occurring. This, unfortunately, does not satisfy any inquiry as to why an event of such astonishing cosmic significance that it cannot yet be produced in the largest particle accelerators happens in the extremely localized and absurdly specific location of inside a random human being and does not go on to affect the surrounding twenty-mile vicinity.
So, to explain the burning deaths of people who most likely died as a result of prosaic means (candles, cigarettes, electric blankets), people will utilize every single explanation regardless of its plausibility. The biggest question is not why people spontaneously combust, but why people honestly believe nuclear fission is capable of occurring inside peoples’ bodies.