Archive for September 8th, 2015

The xenophobes vs. the SJW’s. Let the battle commence!

Tuesday, September 8th, 2015

From Freethought, a sense of surprised outrage at just what the United States is capable of pulling off.

I had ridiculed Donald Trump’s call to deport all undocumented immigrants as well as their children born in the US who are, of course, US citizens. I felt that not only was it unfeasible in practice to round up and deport 11 million people, it was unthinkable and illegal in the case of the children. So I was shocked to learn on NPR today that such a mass deportation had in fact occurred in the past during the time of the Great Depression when the pressure for jobs resulted in Mexican-Americans and their US-born children being sent away.

This is old news for most Mexican-Americans (the ones who haven’t descended into BRA-enabled ghetto ignorance).

Most of us were affected. In fact, I’m in the odd position of trying to determine whether I’m a 2nd or 3rd generation Mexican. My great-grandparents were born here, “moved” back to Mexico during the Depression, and their children (my grandparents) resettled here. WTF.

I think I’m more annoyed by the Lefties/SJW’s who pretend to be well-versed in historical travesty than by the xenophobes since the xenophobes have never tried to pretend to be anything they’re not…with the exception of one noteworthy Presidential candidate who shoots blank orgasmic Conservatism over the understimulated populace.

“The Martian” and our age of facile heroics.

Tuesday, September 8th, 2015

This morning, in one of my many email accounts’ inboxes, I found this sweet little prompt from Amazon.

the martian

I don’t know. The amount of time and energy spent critiquing this book is not worth the effort.

I needed something light, something easy, something entertaining, especially after having finished reading Nausea. I wanted something I could read with half a mind.

And boy, I was’t disappointed.

The Martian, unbeknownst to me, has already been molded into a screenplay. The movie has been shot and made. The Matt Damon flick is simply awaiting its upcoming American release date of October 2.

The novel is written at a subterranean level that screams “make me a movie!” Uncritical, lacking nuance, but immensely entertaining and reprehensibly snarky in a very 2015 manner, the book is easy to read and easier to put down. Like all forms of pop entertainment, it only asks for your spare attention while eschewing complex discernment.

It’s a book written in the novelese of the 21st Century. It is blueprinted around a movie script and disqualifies the human psyche in favor of unlikely wit and facile heroics.

In fact, I’m thinking of jumping over to Amazon and making that my simple review: Facile Heroics.

Facile heroics are all we ask of pop entertainment and mass culture in today’s world.

Books and movies like The Martian are the sort of activity that you engage in, and once complete, you feel hollow and unmet. The stimulus centers in your brain were activated and titillated for a few minutes, but when the engagement is over, your body and mind have nothing to show for it. It’s a very “virtual” sense of attainment that the masters are designing to shut us up and calm us down. If we can experience fulfillment and catharsis in VW, what need is there for it in reality?

Facile heroics are the intellectual drug of the digital age. Repeated dosages soothe your doubts and lift your sense of accomplishment without changing a thing.

facile hero