Tuesday, August 31, 2010

FrontSight $2000 4-Day Handgun Course Offer Extension at $89

Well, if you missed the boat the first time at $69, then at least take advantage of the offer for $89 if you so choose.

Firearms and freedom forever,


California Senate rejects OC ban bill.


A great victory for what is right, in CA and everywhere.


Sunday, August 29, 2010

My Amazon Store

So, this might be considered a shameless plug, but it's been a while since I've linked it (besides my sidebar) and I've added quite a bit; even a whole new category. Take a look, and see if you like anything. I'd appreciate some feedback from my readers.

God bless,


Tinker Girl's Blog: Movie Review: Von Ryan's Express

I must needs display this first review by my dear friend Lizzy! 'Tis good, no? I like to think that she has blossomed under mine tutelage. JK! :-P


Saturday, August 28, 2010

Batman / The Dark Knight Spoofs and Fan Vid

Well, after being gone two whole years, my best bud in the whole world Nathan Cunningham is back and kicking. In honor of his return to the world and to the blogosphere, I give him a collection of Batman and/or The Dark Knight spoof and fan videos. Some are fantastic, some are just ok, but they're all fun. Minus a tiny bit of profanity, they're all clean (or at least I don't think I missed anything?), and from top to bottom is order of their respective goodness, roughly.

Enjoy, kiddies!

Batman Vanishing (embedding disabled, click the link instead)

Is this the record for this many Youtube videos in a single Blogger post?

Welcome back, man!


I liked it better when the animals were smaller

The comments in my recent mouse post have made me start a funny, joke post about Spencer defeating small animals, in short. I might still try to finish it, just for fun, but at the moment, Spencer likely looks much less epic. :-P I'll tell you why.

So I'm watching a movie and minding my own business, about 45 minutes ago. The local dogs begin barking, and my neighbors begin shouting, but not agitatedly. Being the person that I am, I grab my Maglite, a wooden stick/rod that I use to kill spiders and such (semi-self-defense tool, not worth too much) and go outside. I search my yard for anything. I hear the neighbors shout, "Get your dog in! Get your dog in!" Is it that annoying little fat dog that gets out every once in a while?

Uh, no.

My eyesight is poor, especially at night. A flashlight is never perfect, even with my newish batteries, and I'm just not too good at dog identification to be honest. But I'm pretty sure that what was about a 75 feet or so away from me was a pit bull, loose and on his own.

"Whoa!" I exclaimed automatically.

You give me a good reason, and I would have stayed out there, and under the proper circumstances, I would even attack a pit bull (Ever loved anyone before? Yeah.). But to engage in a risk that I simply do not need to engage in is needless, and stupid. There's nothing manly or brave about it.

I instantly began making a tactical retreat, backing up rapidly while keeping my eyes directed on the target area, knowing I'd almost gotten into more than I had wanted to. My stick feels useless even though I have it outstretched and ready, and the value of the knife in my pocket soars.

I turn and jog to cover more distance. Not liking having my back to it, I stop and turn back to clear the ground, and only then do I make a go for my door.

All is well, and I haven't seen the dog since.

Mice are one thing, but why should you risk your life for zero reason with a pit bull? I'm just not gonna do it, and that's plain tactical.


Tinker Girl's Blog: Today's politically incorrect statement...

A massively awesome post from my dear friend. Don't miss it, you'll crack up, and hard!


Friday, August 27, 2010

More info on the Mosasaur

If you just want to cut to the chase, read this press release here. She's a real wower. Also, see the newer article by the ICR.

(And if I see one comment about the "cool dinosaur" I will choke you out, got it?)


FrontSight $2000 4-Day Handgun Course for just $69

Thanks to the heads-up from Gravelbelly over at WARSKYL, I've been made aware of this. (Okay, I get emails from them, but at an average of 75 emails a day I missed it, all right?)

Take a look. I've never attended FrontSight, but it's recommended by many respected authorities on firearms. At just $69 instead of the usual cost of $2,000, you can hardly not afford it.

Available courses for this price are running out, and the deadlines is approaching as well. Founder Ignatius Piazza is a true friend to the 2nd Amendment, too. Take a look!


Tuesday, August 24, 2010

'80 Million-Year-Old' Mosasaur Fossil Has Soft Retina and Blood Residue

Check out this article from the Instute for Creation Research. I was pretty excited when they sent me the email about it. How 'bout the rest o' ya?

If you want to see an article from the Evolutionist side, see Science Daily's piece here. Or better yet, just read the original paper.

I haven't read the paper yet, but I've got it to check out. Should be interesting, though. Keep your thinking/filtering caps on, kids!


Sunday, August 22, 2010

No more mice?????

After two more nights with traps set out, I haven't seen, heard, or found any evidence of any more mice. Not one.

I thought if there was one there was usually more. Is this case the exception to the rule? I must admit I'm slightly disappointed, even though that's rather stupid.

So what am I going to do with all my Weapons of Mouse Destruction now?


Friday, August 20, 2010

Mouse is no Match for Man!

My plans of rodent eradication went thusly:

Night one: Lay out six pieces of cookie, six pieces of American cheese, and one dab of peanut butter (on a paper plate, completely surrounded by a mini-moat of Dawn soap to eliminate the possibility of ant issues). The following morning, which was this morning, I went to see what had happened. Three pieces of cheese and three pieces of cookie were gone, the peanut butter being inconclusive. I found some of the food in the corner behind my microwave (since the entrance/exit for these varmint seem to be my stove, inches away) that the mouse/mice left. That seems to be a hideout for him.

Night two: Lay out traps with bait, but unset. Hopefully, the bait would be taken and the mice would be more accustomed to the offered bait as well as the traps (I don't want trap-shy enemies, do I now?). Was supposed to be tonight.

Night three: Lay out traps, set, and fully baited. War has begun!

However, I have already jumped ahead to Phase Three. Why? It's partially because of the impatience of my roommates, but mostly because of the fact that, during dinner and only minutes after I left the kitchen, I heard a mouse scurrying about. I got up, and cornered him behind my microwave. A similar episode occured moments after writing my last blog post last night, but he got away last night...I was determined the outcome would be different this time.

A chase ensued...across the back of my sink and under a dish rack! Oh no, did he get away? No! He was still underneath it.

My enemy was cornered. He would not escape alive.

I filled my sink with water, inches from his hideout. I was prepared to scoop him with the bottom of the rack (which, the way it is constructed, actually aided me quite a bit) into the flooded sink. I, be-gloved by this point, would drown him with my own hands.

But no, he runs away with far too much speed. I'm not quite sure if he jumped or just ran until the counter ended, but what I do know is that he fell right into my trash can.

:-D :-D :-D

I had him! I took up the garbage bag and ran outside. I took him to my yard to have a lot of open ground in case he should attempt escape again. It was unlikely, though. His time was up.

I had already prepared to dispatch any mouse if I were to catch one. It was easy. Some months ago I found this big, flattish rock. Simple!

I grabbed the rock, and set the bag down on the ground. I would dig for him if I had to...but no, he shifted, and scurried inside the bag, toward the edge of bag and away from the little garbage that was in there. I could now see his shape clearly.

I raised the rock, and brought it down on the small rodent body. Hard.

I lifted the rock. The bag had split open. Only what can be described as blood and guts had oozed out.

And now that I've thought about it, this is the first mammal, even the first vertebrate, I have ever killed. I've always done very well with any situation that I can translate into a war framework, and man vs. mice works excellently. (You know that scene in The Matrix, when Agent Smith goes, "Find them and destroy them!"? Yeah, that's basically been my approach....)

While it was only a mere mouse, and there may be more to come, I know I'm ready, and I won this battle. I love to outsmart, catch, or defeat any creatures that challenge me, and I always have. This is no exception. I couldn't keep from laughing. (Remember the fire scene in Castaway? Yeah, I was slightly like that....) I'm in touch with my inner caveman in earnest (as I'm usually more in touch with that than most males anymore). He may have been just providing for himself, and perhaps even his family, but you know what? It sucks for you, because you threaten my family, you take my food (which is not rightfully yours), and you threaten to bring disease and sickness. All that means that you're gonna die, and I ain't gonna feel bad about it. No pansy-ness allowed here! It is war between man and beast. Besides, next time you wanna come in my house, you knock first, kapeesh?

Pikachu has met his end. Next up for the chopping block is Pinky!

I can tell you this. I've long wanted to go hunting. And, having thought about it, I've also thought that I might like to hunt a bear. And right now I'm going to say I really do want to go kill a bear.

Because this feels awesome!


Thursday, August 19, 2010

On Rodent Infestations and Pikachu the Pokemon

Ladies and gentleman, God has punished me.

The day before yesterday, a piece of electronic equipment with a dying battery made a loud chirping noise. It sounded like a cross between a machine and a mouse. Electronics and mice...I know! Pikachu!

Does anyone remember Pikachu?

(Hint: he's an
electric mouse...get it?)

While Pokemon was, at best, the interrupting force behind my missing Batman cartoons when I was a kid, and at worst, an annoying fascination that I just couldn't grasp, now Pokemon, and thus Pikachu, is now just plain funny.

So, my joke for the rest of the day was Pikachu. Yes, I have the habit of adopting a joke for at least a day. I even pasted a picture of Pikachu up so I could see him. Someone said to me, when they realized that Spencer wasn't going to drop this joke, either, "Oh, G**! You're not going to have a Pikachu day, are you?"

The next day, I was punished for my silliness.


Yes, mice. In my home.

While I've bought some traps and various war machines, I was wondering if anyone has any kind of advice? Anyone encountered them before? I'm only just starting to see them (well, technically it was my roommates who saw them, not me), and droppings are beginning to appear....

I can tell you one thing. It was a cursed day for these mice when they decided to intrude on my home!


Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Movie Review: Æon Flux (2005)

Yet again, Spencer consumes more dystopian fiction. How did this movie measure up in terms of the genre?

400 years in the future, a virus has killed 99.9% of the human population, the remaining number being saved by a cure developed by scientist Trevor Goodchild. Becoming the leader of the people, Goodchild's regime builds the walled city of Bregna to house all that remains of the human race. Kept entirely separated from the natural world outside, all citizens inside the city live in what is supposed to be a true utopia. The only thing is, "utopia" isn't exactly the proper word for it--just as the Monicans, the underground rebels hiding throughout Bregna's society. Their chief complaint would be the fact that far too many people go missing, far too often, and it would appear to be the ruling elite who commits the kidnappings (and subsequent on-the-spot executions of all Monicans). Æon Flux is one of those Monicans, a special agent who uses her almost super-human abilities to strike blows at the Goodchild regime.

The film retained many vital aspects of dystopian fiction (totalitarian government, underground rebellion) and melded it with a bizarre array of random science fiction tidbits. From genetically engineered lifeforms (humans with hands instead of feet, seed pods that shoot darts and blades of grass that are literally blades of grass), edgy, futuristic and often sexualized clothing, strange locations, pills that, once swallowed, induce communal telepathic sessions with other humans, and plenty of strange devices and gadgets, Æon Flux unfortunately feels strongly...irregular.

Mish-mashed content and scenes entirely devoid of what so many filmmakers call vital "pacing", this one promised much in the way of shoot 'em-up action, but delivered little. All we get are a few fights and one gunfight at the end, far from being exciting in any way. Come on, are you even kidding me?

[WARNING! Sexual content discussed. Adults only!] I understand that the movie was based off of an MTV animated series of sorts, and I also understand (although I cannot verify from personal experience) that the movie down-toned the sexuality of the show. However, we still do have Æon and company (Are all Monican agents female?) in highly immodest garb on just about every occasion and of varying degrees of skin-showing, a bed scene which thankfully shows nothing truly explicit, and a rather gross close-up of French kissing (albeit a front for passing an object from one Monican man's mouth to a Monican woman's).

[WARNING! Spoiler alert!] And when it comes down to it, with all the freaky and lame sci-fi rip-offs (Or at least I saw rip-offs, such as reminiscences of Minority Report, Equilibrium, and even Dark Angel--from the original MTV show, perhaps?), the film attempts to save itself with a massive cloning scheme with deeper implications than I will divulge for the sake of not spoiling more of the plot, with, of all actors, Pete Posthelwaite as the guardian of the DNA! (And what was that he was dressed in? Was that a burrito, a taco, or a tube sock?)

All in all, the almost Matrix-esque "cool" factor, the fight sequences, the science fiction, and the edgy, imaginative dystopia that this film seemed to promise all came to nil.

Unusually stupid.


Musings of a Vast Right-Winger: AUDIO - Rep. Pelosi calls for investigation of WTC mosque opposition

Not pleased with our American interests, Nancy? Tough, 'cause they ain't goin' anywhere anytime soon.

Again, thanks to fuzzys dad.


Monday, August 16, 2010

And here we...go!

Yes, indeed. And here we go again....

Gunowners Should Expect the Worst

Thanks goes to fuzzys dad.

Or should it more appropriately be, "And here they...come!"?


Sunday, August 15, 2010

Movie Review: Blade Runner (1982)

Ah, yes...the sci-fi flick from Philip K. Dick turned cult classic. If you've already read my review of the book (Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?) then you know that the movie differed in many aspects, as is usual. So which one wins out, book or film? The answer might come as rather unexpected.

Like the book, Blade Runner is set in the bleak future of Los Angeles (in 2019), where the former "blade runner" Rick Deckard (Harrison Ford, in one of his better performances) lives out his lonely existence. Forced to re-enter law enforcement again to hunt down and "retire" a group of replicants (same thing as androids in the book) from an off-world colony, Deckard begrudgingly does the job he no longer wishes to do--it's that, or be killed by his old police chief.

Deckard was done with killing, even though they were considered inhuman, but his recent impressment means that he begins tracking the replicants down with the same skill as before. They are led by the merciless Roy Batty (with his dangerous girlfriend Pris, a "pleasure model" replicant) and aided by the kind but naive J.F. Sebastian (J.R. Isidore in the book), genetic designer for the Tyrell Corporation (the Rosen Association in the book). Thrown into the mix is the Rachael, who unknowingly leads Deckard, heart-first, into deep change.

The feel of the film is fantastic. Almost apocalyptic/dystopian, with dark and freaky airs and a mix of noir and '80's sci-fi, director Ridley Scott outdid his usual lackluster self. The world is a hodge-podge mess, and the influence of Asia can be seen everywhere, from food to billboards. What is a little disappointing is that this film missed out on telling the viewer some of what the book told the reader (that there had been a massive war, that there was radioactive fallout, that the government was encouraging all humans to move to off-world colonies, etc.). If these elements had been added, the film would have grown in strength exponentially (instead of being mostly unexplained, the reasons behind the way the world is in 2019 Los Angeles would be known).

Extending further out from the setting would be the overall weirdness of the film. It struck me as quite freaky the first time I saw it, and it is indeed a strange mix of whatnot-ishness. However, wrapped up in the package that is presented to the moviegoers, it fits. The strange stuff makes for the good stuff here.

On top of all this, we have a few moral lessons as well. The most obvious notion would be mankind's science running amok and "creating" life, then not being able to handle it and heinously destroying it. And also, instead of a killer that we see in the book, Deckard hates his work, and it would appear to make him sick...and if I told you much more, I'd be ruining the story for you. Over all, excellent film.

[WARNING: Sexual content discussed. Adult readers only!] Blade Runner improved upon Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? massively by removing the element of Mercerism, and cutting down the sexual content. Deckard is not married, so when the scene cuts out and we guess that he and Rachael may have...*ahem*, it is more "their business" than anything else (and, as opposed to the book, they actually love each other here). Unfortunately, in one scene we do have a completely topless woman who, after taking a shower following an unseen strip club dance routine, decides to put her boots on first instead of covering herself. Even a few seconds of breast nudity is enough to make me give this movie a no. (And any potential viewers should also know that there is a sexualized scene where a female replicant tries to somehow kill Deckard by twisting his neck between her thighs, and Roy Batty, played by Rutger Hauer, kisses a man before brutally killing him, although it is rather plain to see that it isn't homosexual and instead stems from Batty's overall creepiness and the fact that he is saying goodbye in some strange, psycopathic way.)

While Blade Runner lost some of the book's strength, it gained much in what it appropriately left out. Therefore it is such a pity that I'm not able to rate this inspiring film any better. If they hadn't just that one scene (and yes, the Director's Cut and the Final Cut both contain it), this would have made it onto my list of awesome movies.


P.S. And for Battlestar Galactica fans...it has Adama in it!!!! "It's too bad she won't live...but then again who does?"

"Tomorrow When the War Began" Trailer

Looks like an Aussie Red Dawn, eh?

I don't know anything about this movie, or even the book, but what I do know is that I've know ordered the book from my library...and am just a tid bit excited to see the film now. If it is released in the US, it doesn't go any farther than the bikini-clad girl seen in the trailer, and keeps the proper perspective, then this just might be a good one.

Thanks goes to Olde.Fashioned for the heads-up!


Saturday, August 14, 2010

WARSKYL: Self Defense and Mercy

Yet another excellent, need-to-read post from my friend gravelbelly.


Sunday, August 08, 2010

Book Review: Timeline, by Michael Crichton

Del Rey, Ballantine Books, New York, 1999, 496 pages.

For the moment, we'll dispense with the horrible film that most will be thinking of and just discuss the novel.

The late Mr. Crichton is known for his smashing-success-books-turned-Hollywood-films, especially Jurassic Park (something of a travesty in and of itself, particularly the film). While I often find the overarching ideas in Crichton's stories to be ridiculous (albeit judging with what little I've read of him), I can't deny that he has knack for convincing details, from computers and medical jargon, to science and corporate intrigue.

Timeline is no different...for the most part.

A quick plot summary: medieval archaeologists excavating in France are funded by the shady company ITC, led by genius Robert Doniger. Mysterious events lead to the team of researchers realizing that their Professor, Edward Johnston, has gone missing, and ITC apparently knows why and/or how. What they find is that ITC's Doniger has developed a method of "time travel" and the Professor is stuck back at their exact dig site in France, but in the year 1357. Egad! The team (with protagonists Chris, Kate, and Marek) goes back themselves to find their professor...and, of course, they become entwined in the turmoil of said time, and all readers may be assured, they will be lucky to escape with their lives.

The beginning of the book was great. I truly cannot speak about the historical accuracy of the book (archaeologically or historically), but just from the standpoint of the archaeology, the beginnings of the story, and the uber-manly Marek (Who is obsessed with all things medieval--he knows archery, jousting, and takes broadsword lessons. What more can you want?), I quite enjoyed this portion of the book. However....

The moment we get to the point where the gang climbs aboard the jet to take them to ITC headquarters (wherein they will be taken to 1357 France to, in theory, find Professor Johnston), the book falls apart.

After this, I can't describe the book very accurately unless I say it was something of a muddled mess. A long string of close calls, rapid and sometimes confusing scenes, and wooden characters who barely respond to the insanity of all that is presented before them. It really was a mess. We're over here, running from these soldiers, we can't upset this butcherous and possibly bipolar Lord, and--oh no!--now we're being chased by this crazy knight, and--oh, look out!--the roof ends here, we will fall off--oh no again, where is our comrade?...

[WARNING! SPOILERS!] And the science! Let's not even go there.... I may not be learned in physics, but there's something plain offensive about the idea of a "multiverse." Yes, it isn't true "time travel", but instead, we have the idea that an endless number of parallel universes exist (most so close that the differences are mostly imperceptible), and apparently there is one running currently that is also 1357 France.

You have got to be kidding me. Really? No.*

[WARNING! SEXUAL CONTENT DISCUSSED, ADULTS ONLY!] For our ethics, we have limited sex (mostly speech, although the main characters hear a squeaking bed in an adjacent room at one point, and find a Lady who had--ahem--been with a clergyman), and language that is fairly normal nowadays but still a bit profane.

So, what was the point of this book? You can read the beginning, for the fun of medieval archaeology and the epic character Marek (SPOILER--who, much later in the book, almost dies for a woman--he believed himself to be giving his life for her at the time). Not a bit beyond that!

I'm sorry, but this was silly. This was stupid.

I expected better from Michael Crichton.


P.S. Well, hey, it did have a bibliography at least!

*To be fair, though, this is a real "theory" in physics, although it basically goes against everything Christianity stands for.

An Open Letter to Conservative Christian Guys

Via Stacy McDonald's blog, Your Sacred Calling.

Boys, if you want to become men, if you truly want to follow the narrow path and get it right, then I beg you to read this.

In fact, I want every single young man around here to read this post, if not for me, then for them...for the very few Godly young Christian ladies who are left.


Activist: Judge's 'sexual proclivity' compromised Prop. 8 ruling

I'm pretty sure I posted this a long time ago, before this ruling, but it bears repeating again....

Somehow I can't help but think this was no accident. A homosexual judge decides Prop 8 is "unconstitutional" against the will of the majority of the people in the most populous state in the nation?

We should overturn this overturning! One sodomite cannot rule millions of Americans.


Friday, August 06, 2010

In Defense of Women--yes, all of them!

"Chivalry", by Frank Dicksee

In response to the excellent question posed to me by new commenter Katherine Sophia, I'm going to write an open post about it. Anyone is free to comment as they choose, but my own mind is set and has been as long as I've even thought about this.

The initial question:

Hi, I happened to come across your blog somehow or another, and when I saw this blog, I immediately wondered what you would say to it. http://voxday.blogspot.com/2010/07/disrespecting-strong-independent-women_27.html

Now take a look at the post she's talking about. For purposes of a civilized and constructive conversation here, I will curb my massive desire to spew vile vitriol at such words.

Here are some quotes from this...this...what word can I even use?

Would-be white knights should keep in mind that they are not only risking serious personal injury for a strange woman, but there's a very good chance she won't even be grateful....

Now, Skripa may have wanted to do the right thing, but he nevertheless did the wrong thing. Now I agree, if it was my sister or female friend getting assaulted, I'm going to do what I can too. I would do the same for my brother or male friend. But a random woman on the street who is just as likely to be the instigator of the violence as the victim is neither my sister nor my friend. And more importantly, doing what one can is not limited to posturing and verbal bravado....

Based on the statistics, half the time the woman attacked first and deserves the beating anyhow.

Are you kidding me? Are you even for real, here? I seem to remember being taught something along the lines of women and children first. Guess this guy didn't get the memo.

1. First of all, this blogger has grossly skewed things, it would appear. Yes, I was not present at the event in question, but neither was he. From the article it would seem that Mr. Skripa made visual contact with a male physically assaulting a female, and then did the decent thing and verbally requested/demanded that the offender stop his actions. Skripa did not attack, choke-lock, or sucker punch the attacker (although all three would have been rather appropriate in my not-so-humble opinion). This is not "verbal bravado" nor is it out of line. Aiding a physically inferior woman from an assaulting attacker is simply the decent thing to do.

2. Said blogger appears concerned that these kind of women are ungrateful of such "white knight" actions. I must say that I agree; even in my own limited experience, with the kind of woman most likely to have this kind of boyfriend, it's likely that you won't get much in the way of gratitude. But to this blogger I now pose a question: is that what you are out for? Thanks?

3. The question of her "deserving" it is entirely inappropriate. Whether she slapped him, cheated on him, cursed his mother, or even kicked him in his vulnerable spot, a physical attack is never, ever warranted when a woman or child is concerned. Was the Good Samaritan acting erroneously when he went to the poor man's aid? Maybe he had said something unkind, and deserved what had happened to him, hmm? Mr. Skripa acted properly; he saw undue force in use, whether or not the woman did anything in the first place, and responded with a reasonable response (verbal, this giving the attacker a chance to desist nonviolently).

4. Whether you like it or not, defending women (and children) from harm and danger is the law, and whatever way you look at it every single man on this earth is bound to obey this law regardless of said woman's actions, words, race, religion, or any other possible distinction. Even though Mr. Skripa was injured, he was entirely just in placing his body to defend hers.

To not act along the lines of what Mr. Skripa did would be both immoral and heinous. Is it okay to beat your coworker because he cursed your good name? Is it all right to box the face of one of your buddies when he's drunk and acting inappropriately to you? My guess it that most of you would say "no". So why is it okay to go and beat a woman?

This blogger is assuming that most women deserve this kind of treatment. I spit upon such philosophy.

To those who feel differently, and believe in something more along the lines of what I do, acting in such a manner as Mr. Skripa will be neither easy or pleasant. Such a man is likely to get little or no return for his efforts (instead he is more likely to be persecuted for it), and to put one's life at stake for the life of a complete stranger is surely no simple decision. He must be prepared to fight, to injure and receive injury, to kill, and yes, even to be killed. (This isn't even counting the mass of possible non-physical fallout that might occur after such an event.)

Being "ready" for such a moment (not counting tactical issues) requires two things in my estimation. One, a man must be ready at any time to immediately step in if such a situation arises in his vicinity. He must be able to quickly assess the situation and respond with like speed. To do this, a level mental preparation is needed. In what I call a form of the "Scroll of Emptiness" (Ever read Miyamoto Musashi's The Book of Five Rings? You should.), you must pre-decide your action for a myriad of situations (which must be produced by a realistic imagination). You must then relentlessly drill these possible scenarios into your head with the appropriate response tagged onto them. If you do not do this, you run the risk of getting cold feet, and, like any natural human being, floundering over the fear and uncertainty of what lay before you. Such mental discipline is just a part of what is necessary in order for a man to act like a man if confronted with any situation akin to this.

Two, an appropriate force "meter" of sorts must be developed and adapted to above mental preparation. Decide for yourself what you are willing to do for such-and-such an event, and decide what you are not willing to do. Are you willing to interfere if a father is spanking his three year old daughter? You shouldn't. Should you intervene if a boyfriend and girlfriend, or husband and wife, are simply arguing? That might depend, but most likely not. What would be the appropriate course of action if you see a male starting to push and shove a girl? Decide your own force indicator. My own is mostly physical, but there are some situations when the male might not be physical (at least not yet) when I might respond with physical force.

These are my own ruminations on the topic of defense of each and every woman. I have thought about this for almost a decade now, and this is what I have come up with. Others might have a different philosophy. I speak for no one but myself.

Before closing, I'd like to pose a question to my male readers. (Ladies, feel free to join in if you'd like to engage in some interesting thinking!)

You are a strict Bible-believing Christian. You're the kind of guy that packs a .45 under your jacket as well as a pocket-sized Bible.

You are protesting new pro-homosexual marriage legislation at a rally organized by a strong organization that you have backed for some time now. Your friends, your family, and even your whole church is there beside you, peacefully standing for truth and justice. On the other side of the street is a mass of obnoxious, vile and lewd sodomites. They become increasingly hostile to your side. Two lesbians begin to vigorously kiss and "make out" in front of you and the people (even children) around you. One man from your side of the rally, a stranger, crosses the street, suddenly pulls a pistol, and points it at the two lesbians. They freeze. He demands that they get on their knees, and states that he is going to....

What do you do?

So, I say to Mr. Skripa, bravo ! and well done. Yes, it would have been better for him to have succeeded without injury, but bravo indeed! I say to Mr. Blogger, perhaps, if some day I ever find myself passing you on the street, and see you suddenly accosted by some unknown attacker, I believe it but poetic justice that I leave you there to die. After all, perhaps you did something to deserve it.


***Disclaimer: Above post cannot in any way be taken as moral, legal, or anything-else advice. It is my opinion and my opinion only and I am not liable for any inappropriate uses of above "information." Did I miss anything, or is my butt sufficiently covered now?

Monday, August 02, 2010

New Film: Romans vs. Picts

Check out this trailer.

Looks interesting, but I'm just not sure yet.... Is that Xena I see? And on the poster (see link), is that double-bladed axe very Pictish? Speaking of which, I know next to nothing about Picts, but what I do know is that sometime after this date they were making Christian-themed architecture and art, etc. So I don't know how well this barbarian thing fits, but they were pretty much Celt-like at this time, am I wrong? I'm really just thinking out loud, and have no idea...so this could be just me making myself look like an imbecile. Should be an interesting watch though.

Oh. And I'm skeptical about a movie where the Romans are the good guys and the Picts are the bad ones. :-/

Thanks goes to Olde.Fashioned for the heads-up.


Sunday, August 01, 2010

Book Review: Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, by Philip K. Dick

Del Rey/Random House, Ballantine Books, New York, 1968 (copyright 1975), 244 pages.

Many of you may be confused by this quirky title, but perhaps mentioning that this book was turned into the cult classic film Blade Runner will help. Surprisingly, the film version of the famous sci-fi writer Dick's work is unusually good as movies-based-on-books go. It actually was better in one or two aspects, but was not as good in others.

So now, let's get down to the actual book itself, shall we?

Set in futuristic Los Angeles, bounty hunter Rick Deckard's job is to hunt and kill "andys"--androids, which are, in effect, a form of human clone. The backdrop is a somewhat dystopian world, set after World War Terminus, where earth is a serious health hazard to live on; instead of weather forecasts, fallout forecasts are given. Deckard himself must wear a lead "codpiece" to protect a certain part of his anatomy from radioactive sterilization. This means that most humans now live on off-world colonies, and the government expends energy in attempting to entice citizens to leave earth.

Some are not allowed to leave, however, like the "chickenheads" (i.e., those with even slight mental issues) such as J.R. Isidore. The government, which we could easily call big government run amok, screens people for "chickenheads" and "andys" to keep them in check, or, to "retire" (i.e., kill) them, respectively.

Deckard's daily routine is to find and kill the androids (who masquerade as normal humans) and thus collect the bounty. With normal detective work being the precursor, the final factor in deciding the identity of a subject (as they are physically identical to humans) is the Voigt-Kampff test. Other tests are used, such as the Boneli test, but Deckard and his department use the VK test, which measures empathetic response to emotionally-stimulating questions. If the Voigt-Kampff instruments read no response or even a limited or late response, then the subject is deemed an android and must be retired/killed. "Retired"--a white-washed word, rather realistic, isn't it? All fascinating concepts. Cloning such as this doesn't exactly convince me yet, but still....

Other fascinating concepts are the "electric sheep" (animals are so rare they are almost all mechanical stand-ins now, and everyone has some sort of pet, and they are only real if the owner has shelled out a massive sum to purchase them, then the animal is usually accompanied with emotional attachment of massive proportions.) and the "Penfield" (basically a machine where you dial a certain number and it gives you a neurological impulse that creates something like an emotion for you to feel). Rather interesting ideas, no? I don't think I buy the Penfield idea, but it works for science fiction of this sort at least.

The ongoing plot of this rather short novel (which, although with many good sci-fi concepts to chew on, felt a bit too quick for me in some parts) revolves around a party of murderous androids, their parent company the Rosen Association (the genetic design firm for the androids, if you will), Deckard who hunts them, and Isidore, who befriends them.

I loved the dystopian, almost apocalyptic feel to the book, and Dick must have quite the mind for science fiction (this is my first time trying him out). However, I think I had more issues with the book than I had likes. Why?

Unlike the film, Deckard has no problem wasting androids, and later, apparently has no problem cheating on his wife in order to take a fellow bounty hunter's advice to take an android to bed with him before killing them. While he ends up not killing the one he has sex with, it still was a moral mess. One, the man was married. Two, he wasn't married to the andy (whom he said he'd leave his wife for if he could at one point). Three, almost disturbingly, the android model strikes Deckard as almost child-like in body (while not exactly literal, anything even reminiscent of pedophilia or child sex revolts me). The problem began when Deckard was physically/sexually attracted to one of the androids he had to retire. Big deal, welcome to the male race, pal. But to respond in such a way? And on top of it, to go back home to your wife a few hours later and act like nothing happened? Not a nice move, kemosabe.

Coupled with above material, Dick infused his novel with this strange religion called Mercerism (where the faithful attain oneness with Mercer via an almost virtually-hallucinogenic machine called a fusion box, something the androids cannot do). Dick never definitively states whether or not the religion is real; at one point it appears to be so. Rather confusing and muddled; perhaps that is Dick's way, as it seems to be.

So, my readers know this very well; two things that will always get bad marks from me are sex, and false spirituality. Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? thus gets an official thumbs down. You had some strong ideas, Mr. Dick, very strong, but you spoiled them all by yourself.

Stay tuned for my review of the film Blade Runner. In the end, it missed some of the strongest aspects of the book, but also was better in the end, believe it or not. (Did you like Rachael and Deckard in the film? In the book, they both suck!)


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