Shared Blog, Different Perspectives.

Redneck Genius and I have stared a blog in which we each tackle a subject from our own angle.  It is called Points of View.  I hope to see more comments there, as that is kind of what it is all about.  Dissenting views are welcome. Please take a look when you get a chance.

Anonymity For You & Me

"What are you so ashamed of?  Do you have something to hide?" I've had more than a few sanctimonious morons ask me this because I have refused to make my face and name public on the internet.  Virtually every one of those disposable scented crotch freshener inquisitors have been American, where the Supreme court has several times explained that various amendments compound to give us the right to privacy.  This means that I also have the right to not have my vehicle or home searched without a warrant.  In the spirit of maintaining my privacy, should I be pulled over by police, I would not consent to having my vehicle searched.  I would refuse not because I had anything to hide, but on general principle.  Should they detain me, obtain a warrant, and proceed with a search, they will find nothing incriminating.  This would of course frustrate the police, as from their point of view I could have consented to the search and spared them a wild goose chase.  I doubt that it would occur to the police that had they respected my rights they would not have found themselves in such a position to begin with.

Feminists Lose Philosophy Football Match 0-10

The National Organization of Women is always a source of mild amusement to me.  I don't pay their website a great deal of attention, but on days when the Onion fails to produce its share of laughs, I sometimes turn to now.org to get a few more chuckles in.  Today was one of those days, so I decided to see what shenanigans the nations largest group of militant feminists were up to.  What I soon found there was Monty Python's Philosophy Football as performed by Special Olympics players.

Philosophy Football: Not a Sport for Feminists

What's Love Got To Do With It, Part I

Ahhh, true love.  Or I suppose to put it into the dialect favored by the weekend ass slapper, twu wuv.  For many within the greater BDSM spectrum, twu wuv is often the binding force of their relationship.

Sucking the Life Out of Horror

The Vampire as Walking Death

The walking plague.  Disease incarnate.  The Vampire.  For centuries demons lurked in the darkness, feeding on human blood.  They were the corruption of values, the scourges of life.  In essence, they were our collective fear of death and disease.  From the succubus to the werewolf, our fears were made manifest in the form of blood sucking demons.  After the horror of the atomic bombs leveling Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the Japanese did the same with atomic energy by embodying it in the form of Godzilla.  We take our fears and reshape them to give them form and substance, to make them controllable.  The fears are still monstrous, but despite their enormous power, these personified fears can be overcome, if only in story. 

Myths, Memes, & Misconstrues in BDSM

If I have learned one thing in all my years of involvement in this subculture, it is that a person needs a wetsuit in order to wade through the phenomenal amount of bullshit it generates. Nothing short of religion can produce the megalithic mounds of manure that BDSM churns out. It is then not surprising that those same practitioners cling to their defecation as though it were holy doctrine handed down by the Great Ass Slapper Above. Theirs is truly a religious zeal; a cultic  reverence that shuns all illumination. Why then should I even bother in casting a light before the blind?

The 99 Percent

I have to admit that I was somewhat inoculated when I first heard about the Occupy movement. After all, I have been living in the Culture of Entitlement that is Alaska for some years now. Still, it was a bit of a shock to see a phenomenon that I had identified in Alaska rearing its ugly head on a national level.