Don’t Pee on ME

I’m going to the dark side of the moon for a few days and therefore want to leave you all with some craziness that’s been festering in my brain for the last few weeks (catharsis you see… if I get it out the insanity leaves me and infects others). I saw a news post about 4 marines who were court marshaled for urinating on Afghan bodies. Here’s the point I want you to ponder: bullet IN them OK, urine ON them NOT OK.

 It is apparently OK to KILL these Afghan men, but the global community draws the line on peeing on them. Shoot them in the face with an M-16 … no problem here’s a paycheck. Piss on their carcass … PROBLEM now you go to jail. Seriously, am I the only one that takes issue with this particular set of priorities. To be honest I suspect the now deceased men, if given a choice, would choose the golden shower over the slug to the face every time and twice during Ramadan irrespective of how devout Muslim they were(to all you politically correct nut jobs out there that got to my blog by mistake – don’t get pissed … it’s a twice on Sunday reference, stay calm and keep it together just breath slowly and you’ll be OK). Listen, I’m not saying peeing on people is the way to go. I myself have a strict don’t pee on me policy AT ALL TIMES. That said war sucks and we’re sending people out to KILL one another for shits sake;  why don’t we focus on stopping the killing part and leave the not peeing on each other bit for once the shooting has stopped. When we focus on the peeing while the bullets are still flying it makes me think we’re missing the point (although we apparently didn’t miss the Afghans because their dead).

Oh well, see you all in a few days (hopefully). Keep the madness to a minimum until I get back, I don’t want to miss much. Cheers

Artistic SKILLS! Full STOP!

 

OK, I know I promised more stencil and plastered paper art … and it’s coming but, I remembered I had this guys stuff and frankly it NEEDS to get out there. This stuff has to be seen and quickly because he has what I like to call … SKILLS!

Hope you enjoy. Give me any feedback you come up with. It’s always appreciated. Cheers!

Lies, Damn lies, and Political Correctness

Fighting Back

Famous words by the Bard,

“To be, or not to be–that is the question:

Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles

And by opposing end them.”

Hamlet was, of course, talking about death but the words are equally applicable to the slow intellectual death suffered by our society at the hands of political correctness via forced idea homogenization. To speak one’s mind and likely suffer the “slings and arrows” of social repercussions is a tough choice. Ok, you look confused? Let me put it another way. The fact that we all run around scared shitless that we may offend one another, or that some gimp or nigger might get their feelings hurt if we use a particular word has led us to stop speaking our minds and has castrated our first amendment right. No, I’m not saying you need to offend to communicate, or that using these terms is necessarily correct, but I am saying that limiting their use in socially “appropriate” circles simply limits our ability as a society to openly discuss and deal with the core issues. Socially stigmatizing people who use particular words doesn’t make the ideas they represent go away, it just pushes them underground, into dark corners of our minds and society where they fester and rise again as strong, and likely uglier, than before. Without open discourse topics and words become taboo giving them an undeserved position and power (didn’t you see Harry Potter, he was never afraid to say Voldemort).

Our society has become so pussified that it cares more about not getting people’s panties tied up in knots than letting us have our own opinions, say what we think, argue openly, and respect each other’s right to have wildly different points of view (irrespective of how distasteful we may find that point of view to be). Hell, it’s easy to respect a point of view that’s similar to yours, or defend a person’s right to say something you agree with. It’s a damn bit harder to do the same when the person is offending or pissing you off. I know, you’re probably still stuck on the nigger and gimp statement. You’re probably saying “well those derogatory terms are just plain vulgar and disrespectful.” Yes, fine, these words are definitely disrespectful, but what’s important isn’t that specific people do or don’t get offended, it’s that even if we are offended we can respect (NOT AGREE WITH) another person’s right to have a position with which we adamantly disagree. Let’s be offended! Let’s be forced to critically analyze why specific words hurt us, why they elicit responses from us. Honest words spoken say more about the speaker than the subject. If a Hick calls me a Beaner, that just verifies that the mullet head is indeed a Hick and my racist paradigm is confirmed. Now if I lose my shit over what he says, than that says something profound about me (it says that not only am I a Beaner, but I’m an insecure one at that).

Think about it this way, look at what has happened when minorities have “retaken” words that were initially offensive (nigger for blacks, queer for homosexuals). Through the open use of a word initially meant to hurt some of the stigma has been removed. Does this mean I recommend going up to the first black guy you see and calling him “my nigga?” Only if he’s small, you can outrun him and his friends, and/or you know him very well and are sure he won’t literally sling arrows (or other high velocity projectiles) at your head because of your enlightened view on the detrimental social effects of a political correctness.

Jesus fucking Christ people, Christians and Muslims have fought for thousands of years, but here in this country they can respect each other’s right to keep hole-y (not a typo) faiths which each group “knows” the other has gotten completely wrong. Hell, we let Mormons hang out here and they believe in golden books and scientologists (whom everybody knows are bat shit crazy) believe in, and go around talking about, aliens for fuck’s sake, and nobody bats an eye. The point is, our society has taught us to be fundamentally willing to accept a person’s right to openly hold sacred core beliefs antithetical to our own, but isn’t willing to allow us to openly laugh at penis jokes lest the fat chick overhear us and get offended. Yes, these topics – religious tolerance and penis jokes – are related. Your religion and sacred beliefs may well offend my delicate sensitivities, but in our society it’s my responsibility to get past that and respect your right to be different. Well listen up toots, same goes for jokes about Dr. Johnson doing pap smears in latex gloves; knuckle up and respect my right to laugh. If you don’t like it roll your fat ass back to your cubicle.

So, next time you think something that is politically incorrect (and your life is not in direct jeopardy) go ahead and say it, be brave, fight for our unpopular social revolution lest …

“Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprise of great pitch and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry

And lose the name of action.” (†)

 

 

†  Hamlet, Shakespeare. For those of you too stupid to understand Elizabethan English this roughly translates to: if we think about it too much, we may punk the fuck out.

A Tale of Two Titties

 

To Titty, or not To Titty: 

A Question For the Itty Bitty Titty Committee

Titty are great aren’t they!? That said, for more than 30 years pediatricians and other health care professionals have militantly expounded the virtues of breast over formula feeding. Now don’t get me wrong, I love titty as much, if not more, than the next guy but I think this crusades gone a bit far. Yes I know that breast feeding is supposed to increase a child’s early immune profile, help with maternal bonding, decrease the likelihood of obesity, and even raise IQ (this last claim seems particularly retarded to me, but then again I was bottle fed, hate my mother, am often sick, and may just be too stupid to understand) but my problems with this campaign remain multifold.

Problem number 1.  Given our modern dual income dependent American families, imposing the pressures of breast feeding on mothers seems unnecessary when a perfectly suitable alternative exists. I’m not suggesting that women shouldn’t try breast feeding or that some women don’t find the process comforting (enjoyable even) for both themselves and their baby. What I am saying is that if any of the many difficulties that can arise with breast feeding do, that making the mother feel guilty about formula feeding seems counterproductive. Let’s face it, a happy and rested new mother is significantly more conducive to a babies health than a potentially more robust immune system. If mama can’t take it anymore and, out of frustration or guilt, shakes little Timmy into a coma his possibly avoiding a cold because of passed on immunity doesn’t really come into play.

Problem number 2.  In terms of maternal bonding mastitis, cracked/bleeding nipples, and the shear pain/guilt of insufficient milk production don’t seem particularly conducive to bond creation. Yes, if your jugs are productive and your baby can easily access its meal without issue then hell … knocker yourself out. But, on the other hand, if you are the president of the itty bitty titty committee there’s no reason that lactation need take away from neonatal maternal stimulation. Just hold the little bugger, feed it with the bottle, burp it, run your fingers through its hair and hold it close. It may sound cliché but what a kid truly needs is just love, attention, and patience; all of which are best served by allowing a new and likely scared mother to be as rested, confident, and comfortable in the care she is providing her child.

Ladies simply put here’s the thing, being a mother is hard enough. Having some son of a bitch (or bitch herself if it’s your mother in law) give you shit about whether or not your child’s first meals come out of you or a bottle is ridiculous. Do your best, try to keep your composure, and don’t sweat the small stuff. Children grow and thrive under the most adverse of conditions and are significantly more resilient than modern western child theory would have us believe. If you have a hard time remembering this, simply memorize this handy dandy saying “a hug is better than my jugs” and you’ll be fine. Good luck.