The Dangerous Fallacy of “US vs THEM”.


Color me guilty of this. You probably are as well. It’s just far too easy to blame practical and existential difficulties on others. After all, we’re doing and thinking all the right things.

Aren’t we?

I don’t know about you, but I’m not.  I’m not doing much of anything except bitching about how “they” are making my life so bad.

But the truth is my life is as it is because of the choices I’ve made.  There was some luck involved, but it’s all on me for the most part. I suspect that’s true for most of us.

The unpalatable truth is there is no them.  There’s only us.

And we have to work together. That isn’t an option. That’s survival.

If we don’t find some way to work together, then nobody wins.

That’s the second biggest fallacy: One side can win. That’s just not possible. There’s no winning here.  There’s only losing.  And that’s what’s happening right now.

We’re losing.

All of us.  Because there’s no them.  It’s all us.  And if anyone loses, we all lose.

White power groups live in a fantasy world where eliminating everyone of color will fix everything.

That will never happen and if it did it would fix nothing.

We have to fix this. If we don’t, there’s no real future for any of us.


Johnson Smith and my eternal passion for Mail Order Treasure.

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When or where I met them, I don’t actually remember. Sometime in the mid to late 60’s, in my proto-concious pre-teen years. Somewhere between the pages of Superman, Richie Rich, Batman, World’s Finest, etc.

They had stuff.




Items that were just slightly sleazy.


Their offerings entranced and obsessed me. They seemed to be from another time and place. Someplace better, shinier, and much more fun.

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Each purchase was an adventure. It’s execution a dangerous process.

Each step had it’s ups and downs, it’s hills and gullies.

Step 1: Selection: The overloaded ad screams it’s wares and I reel with wonder and not a little item-lust. Decisions are made, scrapped, re-considered, made again, scrapped, re-considered again, and finally made.

Step 2: Funds Allocation and\or Procurement: Sometimes I had money. Mostly I didn’t. Too much candy, cokes, etc within walking distance.

But there was my mother. If the $$$ needed was reasonable or only slightly unreasonable, funding was assured.

Step 3: Money Order: Johnson Smith accepted cash (not suggested), checks (expect a lengthy wait), or money orders (BINGO).

Step 4: Assembling the Order: Now I CAREFULLY and SLOWLY fill out the order form and CAREFULLY and SLOWLY address an envelope. The money order and order form are inserted. The envelope is sealed. A stamp is procured and applied.  A short walk to the mailbox, drop it in, and raise the flag.

Now we proceed to the hardest step, the most worst step.

Not even kidding.

Step 5: Waiting: A textual description of the comprehensive physical and emotional effects of waiting is impossible. This simple image comes close:

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(The average time from mailing to reception was actually around two weeks.)

Step 6: Reception and Evaluation: Surprisingly, the best part of a great many mail order adventures, from my childhood through today, is the process of seeing the box (on my porch or in the mailbox), moving it inside to an appropriate opening location (dependent on the nature of the item), obtaining the special knife (A small folding version, bought (by mail order!), but blade action was too stiff to carry), and, of course, opening the package.

Here is where all the dreams, all the hopes, all the mystery ends.

You open the outer box. (There’s almost always an outer box)

You see the inner box.

(Sometimes the magic ends here. The appearance and\or size of the box may start you on the bad path; the path to DISAPPOINTMENT.)

You open the inner box.

You are now well on your way to fulfillment, acceptance, or DISAPPOINTMENT.

Fulfillment is rare. Memories of only a few of the many items ordered that actually appeared as described and performed as described.

Much more common is acceptance. The item isn’t what you’d hoped, but it is valuable in some useful or emotional way.

And then there’s DISAPPOINTMENT.

This is when the item does not look like it should and does not provide any practical value, emotional or otherwise.

This is the worst.

And even so, the adventure is ALWAYS worth it!

There is treasure out there between the pages, whether those pages be in a comic book or website, there is treasure to be found.

And I am bound and obsessed to find it!


The Light At The End Of The Tunnel.

Can you see it?

I can.  It’s dim but it’s there.

What is it?

It’s the end of the line.

It’s the return of reason.

It’s the bitter end for a lying, carrot-faced, baby-man, incompetent, narcissistic idiot.

Why is Mr. Mueller smiling?

He knows how the story ends.

Enough fun. Let’s get down to specifics.

The Democrats will take control of Congress. They will make it clear that they intend to begin impeachment. Considering that The carrot-faced baby-man is a spineless coward, he won’t face up to his crimes. He’ll come up with some bullshit reason for quitting. I’d guess health or business reasons. He’ll call his presidency a great victory and his idiot followers will believe him. We’ll trade one useless waste of space for another, Pence the Dense.

Will it end there?

That depends on just how well the Democrats do in the mid-term elections.  If they win big, this will be a mandate to pursue charges against the baby-man.  If it’s a close victory, they’ll just wave goodbye as the bloated carrot-faced slug slimes his way home.


I love “Rollerball” (1975) and I’m not ashamed to admit it.


“Rollerball” came and went in 1975 without any great notice. There was some nonsensical existential media drama when some of the stuntmen in the movie reportedly wanted to continue playing the game after filming was complete. Some media outlets warned that this type of behavior was exactly the kind of thing the movie warned against. The downfall of western society seemed to be in the balance (for some over-concerned talking heads anyway.)

Newflash: Western society didn’t fall in 1975. It kept on plugging away, not knowing  it had close it had come to the brink of dissolution.

I didn’t get around to seeing “Rollerball” till sometime in the 80’s. A close friend had seen seen it in 75 and had great things to say about it.

Let’s remember that in 75 there was only one way to see a movie how it was meant to be seen; in the theater. If you missed it, you were out of luck. It might come on TV but it would be cut to shreds.

When I did get round to seeing it, the movie certainly made an impression on me. Yet it wasn’t a particularly clear impression. Sure, I loved the action, the sports sequences. But there was something else.

For the longest time I didn’t really know why I liked the movie so much.  I just knew that there was some very important (to me) message.

One of the things I did like about the movie is that while there’s plenty of dialogue, it’s not really a talky film.  There are lots of moments that feature imagery, movement, and violence.

The film was criticized (and rightfully so) at the time for being guilty of promoting the same kind of sensational sports violence of which it was supposed to be itself critical.

A case could easily be made that there was simply no other way to tell the story.  That seems very evident.

Set in a vague, not-to-distant future, the nations of the world have gone away, replaced with global corporations.  Rollerball is (apparently) the only surviving professional sport. It is a brutal and violent game in which injury and death are common, almost expected.

James Caan plays Jonathon E, the world’s most successful Rollerball champion.  He has beaten the odds and flourished in the game.

But now the corporations want him out and he does not understand why.

After a lot of repeated viewings and consideration, I came to understand the two main reasons for my outright adoration for this movie:

1. The message: (Spoiler Alert!) Jonathon prevails because he will not give in, compromise, or give up. He can’t lose because he won’t lose. In the end, he is faced with the disgust and horror of what the game actually means, it’s actual purpose. Regardless, he chooses to continue.  He will not be neutralized. His message is the success of the talented and committed individual over the system. This is the message that hits home every time.

2. The game itself; Several complete Rollerball games are played and they are easily some of the most exciting action sequences in film. I can’t recall how many times I’ve started the movie with the intent of watching one or two scenes, only to be swept way with the story for the umpteenth time. It’s that great of a movie. (to me anyway)

It’s very interesting that the movie seems all but forgotten. You won’t see it mentioned in any great detail in many (if any) of the SF or fantasy film essays or encyclopedia’s of the era. Those who do mention it refer to it as a substandard misfire at best if not an outright waste of time.

To me, it’s much more and I expect it always will be.



“In The Mouth Of Madness”: Masterpiece or Mess?


The internet streaming service Shudder recently “Live streamed” (Their words of questionable accuracy) “The Last Drive In”, a 24 plus hour-long marathon of notable horror films chosen and with commentary by Joe Bob Briggs (The quasi-redneck crap movie reviewer persona embedded in John Bloom‘s body.)

I love (some) crap movies and Joe Bob Briggs so I navigated to the Shudder site a bit after the start time.   Shudder has a handy Xbox app and I was attempting to use that to view the stream.

The service seemed to be working fine.  Logged in, I navigated to the live feed.

Or tried to.

The feed just kept buffering and finally bailed with some arcane error. Another attempt caused the app to freeze.  I restarted it but couldn’t get it to connect.

I then tried visiting the website on my media computer.  The site would come up but just sat on a buffering screen.

Checking their Facebook page made it clear this wasn’t just my problem.  It seemed no one could get it to work.

Under normal circumstances this might have caused my head to explode.  But I had partaken of some really excellent herb and I was in a really nice place where these kind of frustrations seemed oh so very trivial.

It started working a few hours later and I enjoyed the marathon a little that Friday night and throughout the next day.

So what does that have to do with John Carpenter’s “In The Mouth Of Madness”?
Good question.

One of the movie’s streamed was Stuart Gordon‘s “The Reanimator”.  Mr. Briggs called this movie the best movie version of any H.P. Lovecraft story to date.
I really don’t have a big issue with that statement.  It is an excellent movie.  One might make a case for “Dagon”, also directed by Mr. Gordon, but overall “The Reanimator” is the better movie and is pretty damn faithful to the Lovecraft story.

But it did (for some reason) spur me to consider other movies, in particular movies inspired in some way by Lovecraft.

And that brings me to “In the Mouth Of Madness”.  Not based in any way on a Lovecraft story but obviously a homage to the Lovecraftian theme of old or elder gods banished from our world long, long ago and always searching, scratching, and clawing for a way back.

I’ve seen the movie at least twice before.  I remember liking but not loving it.
Seemed like a good time to give it another chance.

Through the wondrous blessing of the internet and various options I was soon watching a Blu-Ray quality digital copy of the movie.

(Full disclosure: I had again partaken of the excellent herb and I was in a great place to watch a scary movie.)

The premise of the movie is that a best selling horror author has gone missing just before his latest and greatest book was supposed to be completed and delivered. His publisher hires an insurance investigator to look for him.

Some movies, in particular horror or fantasy films, benefit greatly from viewing them not as a faithful reporting of actual reality but as a dream, vision, nightmare, or some other experience that isn’t necessarily grounded in objective reality. This perspective is extremely useful in the full enjoyment and appreciation of some movies and absolutely necessary for others. (“Videodrome” and “Suspiria” come to mind.)

“In The Mouth Of Madness” is best experienced using that perspective. It does have a strong story, but the things the viewer sees and hears, taken at face value, don’t seem to make a lot of sense.

But if you watch the story unfold as if it were a dream or vision from some reality only vaguely connected with our own it becomes something very effective and frightening.

Sam Neill plays Sam Trent, the insurance investigator. Mr. Neil portrays Trent as having an easy-going, almost playful attitude grounded in the belief that practically everything is a con or scam of one kind or another. He’s the perfect protagonist for this story as his seemingly firm grip on objective reality is called into question more than once.

The story wind through a changing landscape of the real and the unreal. It questions the nature of reality, it’s changeability and our ability to perceive those changes.  Trent’s grip on the real and the unreal is put to the test more than once.

Back to my initial question: Masterpiece or Mess?  I can’t really call it either.  It is a good movie and very much worth watching.  It’s not a mess as it really works very well.  The script, direction, acting, is all very good.  But I can’t really call it a “Masterpiece” for Mr. Carpenter.

Why not? Because it pales in comparison to Mr. Carpenter’s two actual masterpieces: “Halloween” and “The Thing”.  (One might make an argument for including “Escape from New York” as a masterpiece, but I can’t quite give it that high of a mark.)

Reckless Rudy and the Slippery Truth.

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There was one very difficult task associated with writing this piece; finding a picture of Mr. Giuliani that doesn’t make him look batshit crazy.

Clearly the full-time job of spinning outlandish lies for the carrot-faced, morbidly obese, man-baby called Trump is taking Rudy away from his first love and true calling: making funny faces for the media

Wouldn’t it be nice if we could just sit back and enjoy the hilarious train wreck that is the Trump Presidency.  But we can’t as there are thousands of people who face being hurt or destroyed financially by Trump’s incompetence. Or even worse, their very lives are in danger, like the people in Puerto Rio, also known as the place that doesn’t exist (at least in Trump’s mind.) You see, any place where the people aren’t rich and\or white is (according to Trump) a “shithole” country.

That’s what he said.

Of course he denied saying it but it was recorded, for all to see, again and again. What must it feel like to be from Haiti (the country to which Trump referred) and hear this asshole, the “leader” (and I use that term very loosely) of the free world talk like that?  I’m guessing it’s not very encouraging.

But I digress. Let’s get back to Rudy. Here’s a newsflash: Mr. Giuliani has a reputation for saying stupid stuff, no, I mean really, really stupid stuff.  Here are some examples:

5 Absurd, Deeply Racist Things Rudy Giuliani Said This Week

Rudy Giuliani Might Be the Next Secretary of State. Here’s What He Thinks About the World

Rudy Giuliani’s whirlwind 24 hours: The unusual comments he’s made to the press

Rudy Giuliani Quotes:The Dumbest Quotes from Republican Presidential Candidate Rudy Giuliani

That’s a small sampling on the brainless idiocy that is Rudy G.

He’s the guy that’s going save Trump from the mean, nasty, and evil Mr. Mueller.

Yeah, right.


The Hypocrisy of the Religious Right Political Movement.


First and foremost, let me make it perfectly clear that I’m a hard-core atheist. Despite that, I find a great deal of truth in the (selected) teachings of Jesus.

Faith in Christ and in the Christian God were important parts of my life for over 10 years. During that time I spent a great deal of time and effort to read the Bible and learn it’s lessons both on my own and through group study.

The bottom line is  that I have more actual Biblical knowledge than most “Christians”.

This becomes very apparent when I observe the behavior of “Christian” political figures.

It would be easy for me to use my own Biblical knowledge to point out just how wrong headed, hypocritical, and outright wrong (in a scriptural context) most of the prevailing “Religious Right’s” views are.  But the words would be tainted by my own beliefs.

How fortunate that there are actual believers (and quite a few of them) who see the truth as plainly as I do.

Here’s one.  They see the sham that is today’s Christian Politics.

The Politics of Jesus by Harold Rhodes.