Never Say I Don't Like A Challenge....

Deux has challenged me to define the term neo-con. As a teacher, I sometimes caution my students against using Wikipedia as a resource, but sometimes it come in handy. So check out this very detailed history and definition of the neo-con movement at the following link:

Three_pillars_of_Neoconservatism

Confused? Of course you are-because even neo-cons can't agree on a definition!

However, I will give you my views of the movement based on observation and discussion. It can be reduced to one sentence: "Everyone else is wrong, and we are right- and if you don't agree with us, nannie nannie doo-doo." There is no room for negotiation, either in their beliefs or with other political ideologies, and anyone who goes against their beliefs is harshly criticized, at times patronized, often vilified, sometimes slandered, and the what not. Many, like Jonah Goldberg and Ann Coulter, are venomous, bigoted, nationalistic and homophobic, and verge on the fascist. Many, like Deux, and, I believe, Chris Muir (as much as he often infuriates me, he still makes me laugh) are not-indeed they are quite reasonable and intelligent individuals. So, it is a plethora of feelings and beliefs. However, they all share one trait in common: don't you dare say they are wrong.

Deux has also challenged me to dissect BLOOM COUNTY and Doonesbury in the same manner in which I dissected DAY BY DAY. So, I will give it the old college try.

What I learned from Bloom County:

• Small Children and penguins have all the answers to life.
• It takes a long time for a true to conservative to come out of the closet, and then watch out bucko, cause perfect male-mate Steve Dallas is on the loose and crusin' the gay ghetto.
• All Cats Have Hairballs
• Monsters lurk in all closets, and are usually made up of our everday fears.
• The best way to enjoy life is by relaxing in a field of dandelions in your underwear.
  
• You are a geek if you don't role play Star Trek and Star Wars.

What I learned from Doonesbury:

• Slacker teens and potheads have all the answers to life.
• It takes a long time for a true liberal to come out of the closet, and then watch out, cause perfect bear-male-mate Mark Slackmeyer is on the loose and cruisin' the airwaves.
• The best way to enjoy life is by relaxing in Walden Puddle.
  
• Conservative, war-hawk-football players, suntan worshiping hippies who never age, not as dumb as you think and not as smart as they appear blonds, and nerdy, bookish liberals can get along because they all played on the same football team in college and /or lived in the same commune during the '70's, thus proving that true friendship is not defined by political affiliation, religion, color, or creed, but endures through the ages. (See: Deux and Captjack as exemplors)
  
• Unlike Bloom County, not all comic strips evolve into better versions of themselves after they jumped the shark the twenty years ago.
  

Anyone want to add anything else?

Things We Have Learned From Chris Muir

Okay, I have been absent for a while. Let us just say, as Deux informed me last week, that the bloom may be off the blogging rose a bit. But, I shall strive to do better.

Over at Hazegrayetc., Deux has reintroduced his link the Chris Muir's sometimes funny, often infuriating neo-con comique, Day by Day.

This is an interesting,mildly amusing cartoon, which teaches us lots of things about neo-cons that we never knew before! I will begin my list, feel free to add on in the comments:

1. All neo-con men are hot, goateed, multi-racial, earring wearing, trendy coffee drinking metrosexuals.

2. All girlfriends of said neo-con men are gifted with the voluptuous figure of Lara Croft, the wry wit of Amy Sedaris, the marksmanship of Annie Oakley, and the annoying liberal views of Nancy Pelosi which constantly befuddle and irritate the said hot, goateed, mulit-racial, earing wearing, trendy coffee drinking metrosexual neo-con men, but they love them anyway.

3. Bush Administration good, Democrats bad.

4. Burqa wearing women maybe not such a bad idea, but voluptuous figure of Lara Croft liberal girlfriend in military uniforms of any kind an even better idea.

Okay, everybody! Add to the list! Be creative!

Somewhat like Blanche Dubois....

I have always depended upon the kindness of strangers.

However, I have also depended upon the kindness of good friends.

As Sonic so gently reminded me (as has Pursey, and Piet, and CD, in his own enigmatic way), in my blogging experience, I have depended on the kindness of both;friends, strangers, and strangers whom I have never laid eyes upon, but have become, well, friends.

I have been feeling down of late. But the support of all of the above, as well as some rather kind comments from a group that I will not talk about here (but who, in their own, innocent way, are a tad responsible for my troubles of late),in addition to the first- five- the- rest- to- come -within -the- week episodes of TORCHWOOD have gotten back into a semblance of good spirits.
That, of course, and the many times in the past month that I have actually initiated Protocol 417.

Let us just say that spring has sprung, I am off in the big blue pick-up for some well deserved R and R, and there will be at least five days of Greek "We Are Not White Boys" Havoc with my other should of been brother in the Sunshine State.

Sadly, in order to raise my stealth value above 43, there shall be no photos of Capt.
Jack on Shore Leave.

God. I am SUCH A GEEK!

That I ordered the first five episodes of TORCHWOOD off of ebay (Season One, Volume One), on the hopes that tha anyDVD program on my computer could let me watch region two DVD's.

Well, the gamble paid off. I have my Capt. Jack fix. I have spent the evening eating steak, drinking a fine chardonnay, and watching the first three episodes of TORCHWOOD.

Sigh. It is even better than I could have dreamed. So much so, that I just went back on ebay and ordered Season One, Volume Two.

I want to move to Cardiff.

Am I Blog Addict?

Hello, loyal readers. As you may have noticed, I have not been posting much lately. There has been a mixed reception to the starting of this blog after the unpleasantness of the past month. Some people are all for it-others fear that it shows signs of an internet addiction. As soon as I find a new therapist, I will discuss it with him/her to see what they think.

I do know that my heart may not be in it as much these days, but I will keep doing something fairly relevant maybe once every week or so.

So, keep the torchlights burning......

OK, Maybe I Am Not Such A Geek After All......

Blast From The Past, # 1-A Tribute To Our Namesake

(First published June, 2006, on a blog long ago and far away....Sadly, the original video for the first part of the post no longer exists. Here is a more than suitable substitute.And yes, I am a Geek.)

My God! I just realized what the right is so afraid of with this gay marriage thing. Gay Marriage is what ultimatly produces.....Capt. Jack Harkness.

Yes, THIS is what gay marriage will lead to-overly confident, free-thinking, wittier than Oscar Wilde Bisexuals. They are afraid of the pansexual hotness of our beloved Capt. Jack...I mean, really, who wouldn't dump traditional marriage, children, and a lifetime of one man/one woman for this martini drinking, butt gun hiding, RAF uniform fillin' out hot hunk of man love?

And thanks to the glory that is YOUTUBE, I can share with you EXACTLY what I'm talking about!




And just to prove that you can't get enough of Capt. Jack, here is another fan vid that captures all of the sexual tension between Jack, The Doc, and Rose. Just to piss of the Religious Right. God, I can't friggin' wait for TORCHWOOD.



BTW, Sonic. This is just for you. And me, of course. I ain't stupid.