Archive for February, 2007

My New Ethos

Posted in Me Thinking So You Don't Have To on February 27, 2007 by themaroon

There are a lot of different political philosophies that people subscribe to out there. I’ve always been sort of lost as far as those go since they’re a little too black or white for my taste. But I’ve finally invented one I can call my own. You’re welcome to share it with me.

My inspiration came from thinking about all of the different political affiliations you can choose from. There’s liberalism, as embodied by the Democrats, which means you believe the world should be one giant commune where everyone magically contributes what they can to society and has the same standard of living. It’s basically Communism minus totalitarianism. I never liked that one because I realize that while humans all deserve equal rights, the idea that they are equal in any other sense is total bullshit.

Then there’s modern conservativism, as embodied by the Republicans, which pretty much means you believe everyone’s life should closely resemble the third season of Leave It To Beaver. You’re 100% sure that your God exists and are committed to forcing everyone to at least live by the standards written by your favorite theologians over a thousand years ago. I never really fit into that group either because I have a thought process.

And then there’s libertarianism, which means you subscribe to the “live and let live” philosophy and believe government exists only to protect the freedom of the individual. That’s far too confusing for the average American because it is the exact opposite of everything we know. We’re taught from the moment we arrive at kindergarten that authority exists mainly to enforce the will of the majority on the minority. Libertarianism therefore requires deep thought sometimes, and because libertarians are, almost by definition, very bad at organizing, there’s never one there to help you at the ballot box. It’s a great idea but the sales pitch is basically impossible.

So I’ve come up with my own political philosophy. It’s the easiest and most accurate way to determine who or what you should vote for ever devised. I call it antisouthernaccentarianism.

Antisouthernaccentarianists have only one fundamental belief, which is that if more than two-thirds of politicians in favor of one side of a debate have a southern accent, the other side must necessarily be correct. Let’s show some examples.

Emancipation: they didn’t have much in the way of voice recording technology back then, but it seems safe to say that well over 2/3 of politicians who opposed freeing all slaves had southern accents. That’s the way it is in every documentary. Ken Burns wouldn’t lie.

Evolution: Which states keep trying to teach “intelligent design” and prevent our children from learning about the greatest biological discovery of all time? Where was the Scopes trial? Need I say more?

Homosexuality: Notice how every time someone blames gay people for catastrophes like 9/11 or Hurricane Katrina they have a southern accent? Same whenever someone calls gay marriage a threat to the institution of matrimony. I know for a fact that one is bullshit because when my fiancée first started bugging me to propose I tried to stall by telling her “why bother getting married? Gay people are just going to do it too and ruin the whole thing anyway.” and she punched me in the face. I’m still hoping that the rednecks turn out to be true and gay marriage really does put an end to the whole thing, preferably some time before June 29th.

So there you have my new philosophy. Go forth and multiply, antisouthernaccentarianists!

My Kind Of Town

Posted in Me Thinking So You Don't Have To on February 23, 2007 by themaroon

I had a few interesting experiences in Las Vegas already. For one, on a trip from Caesars Palace to Wynn I encountered three beggars. I’ve been here more times than I can count and have never seen one before. I asked one “why don’t you learn to play a card game for your money like the rest of us?” Sure he had no legs, but his arms worked well enough to hold out a sign.

A few blocks later I was approached by four very thuggish guys. And by thuggish I mean they made Little John look like Winnie the Pooh. They tried to sell me a CD which they described as “the 12 hardcorest gangsta rap tracks” I ever heard. That wouldn’t have been so odd, except they singled me out of a large number of passers-by and I was wearing a bright orange cable knit sweater from Brooks Brothers and khakis. I don’t think I could possibly have looked any whiter. I was dressed like the kind of guy who might say yes if you offered him a Barry Manilow CD, and yet they chose me out of a crowd to peddle their hardcore gangsta CD to. I guess it’s true what they say, game really does recognize game.

When I politely declined one of them asked me where I was from. I told him Ohio and he said “Oh, I’m from Chicago. Midwest in the house!” and then gave me that new version of the high-five that the kids all do these days where you bump fists. I really feel like he and I bonded too, because there are only maybe 100 million people living in the Midwest. It’s not that often you encounter one. I imagine it’s a bond on the level of the one people who stormed the beaches in Normandy together have.

Then at the Wynn I was talking with some friends in the high limit slot room. It was a really noisy place and my voice was almost entirely gone from my cold. I looked over and saw the back of a guy’s jacket that said “Got Game?” One friend finished a sentence and I said “But the question is, do you got game?” Sure enough at the exact moment I said it every machine in the entire casino stopped buzzing and my vocal chords decided to function for the first time in hours, so of course the guy heard it.

He looked over and everyone started laughing. Everyone but me of course, because I saw that he was Asian and immediately started to worry that he might be a ninja. You really can’t spot a ninja until they sever your head with one quick chop, so I knew right away that I had to be on my guard. Luckily he was just another degenerate and I escaped unscathed.

Also, one friend cut his own hair using nail-clipper scissors on a break during a poker tournament. I don’t have a punch line for that. I can’t. I’m just not that funny.

Take It To The Limit, One More Time

Posted in TV, Movies, Music, and Why They All Suck on February 21, 2007 by themaroon

Well, ever since I posted the link to Anna Nicole’s seminal action flick To The Limit it has received 11 votes (plus mine) and has actually dropped to 2.5 stars (out of 10). Seems a little shady to me.

First of all, I think most men subscribe to my rating system, which gives a movie 2 stars for each boob shown, plus one bonus star if some of them happen to be two cup sizes larger than anything you can find a proper container for at your neighborhood Victoria’s Secret. And since I’m sure no woman other than Anna Nicole Smith ever watched that crapfest of a movie, that means the lowest rating it should receive is 5 stars. So I was a tad suspicious of IMDB from the beginning.

But since then myself and eleven of my readers undoubtedly gave it a ten and it somehow is rated worse than it was. It should be at least at 4 right now. There could be two reasons for this discrepancy.

The first is that some of the ratings came from someone other than my readers, maybe people who saw her IMDB entry when searching around for her after her death. But surely nobody would be so cruel as to give 3 or fewer stars to a movie starring a girl who just died, so we’ll toss that out.

The second possibility is that IMDB is rigged. They’re taking money from the studios for ratings. Since Anna is no longer alive to pay them, they’ve begun punishing her classic film for it.

That must be the answer. I can’t think of any other reason why a movie deserving of five booby points alone (and, I’ll admit, probably no non-booby points) is only rated 2.5. It just doesn’t add up.

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