"The truth that doesn't bend, breaks."

"Bend to far, and you're already broken."

"Theres the street, the game, and what happened here today."

 

                The Wire: My favorite television show…ever

 

So often television tries to shed the robe of cliché and transcend the entire genre. Endless, but not very deep are the annuls of television history. Despite that matter, I have struggled to "assign" what I consider to be the best of television. Not that the world is waiting with bated breath… I think I found a definite contender for number one. The Wire ended 2 years ago on HBO. "It's not television, It's HBO" the tagline for the network which has brought many other great shows such as The Sopranos and Deadwood has put out cinema quality shows now for years. The three aforementioned shows are all favorites of mine, and Wire being the best.

All three of the shows are character driven, and both Deadwood and The Sopranos have dominating lead characters. What makes The Wire great is the depth of characters both in numbers and in the quality. Series creators David Simon and Ed Burns took their real life experiences in the trenches and created a series so visceral that it demands your full attention. Leaving you with questions about how can this be true, and I bet that is true and a perverse curiosity of what it would be like to live "down in the hole". Simon was a reporter for the Baltimore Sun. Burns was a Baltimore homicide and drug cop for twenty years, then taught in the inner-city schools prior to working with Simon on The Wire. A lifetime of experiences can be quite the muse. These two men have put together one whopping story, and then took that story and invested in its characters like no other television show has in my opinion.

Although many of the characters are described by the creators as being "inspired by" they affirm that it is a work of fiction. The genius of the show is that it takes a story line, a dubious cast of characters, and makes you care for them. Even the drug king-pins and murderers have a connection with the story in which it is hard to assign villain or hero. Shades of grey pervade the show at every angle. Each show is so intricate, so nuanced, and every detail matters that it requires a commitment of the viewer to carry on unlike many other shows. It eschews red herring, and cliché in lieu of reality. Reality so unbelievable sometimes that it strains the credulity to believe that this … really happens. Each season has a payoff for the audience. Then they hit the reset button, shake everything up, and change the plot line. Each season exists within itself, but not ignorant to the others. In the end, all five seasons can be put together like a puzzle. The complexity of the show is what really stays with you after watching the entire story. It's not an obvious complexity, but one that you appreciate after time.

 

Many have called The Wire Shakespearian, and not only a great television achievement a "literary achievement". This acclaim is deserved, and seconded here. I can relate to those that have seen clips, or the cover of the box-set and think they are getting Boys n' the Hood. Season one, the closest to 'Hood speaks to the same plight of growing up in this environment yet offers so much more. Those movies that romanticize the "Gangsta" lifestyle, offer just that and very little substance. Where 'Hood waxed poetic on brotherhood, Wire is poetically true to the streets and that same brotherhood. A relationship that comes with a heavy price. Proof that the term "thick as thieves" can mean more than those on the corner slanging, but can better be used to describe the politicians and the powers-that-be who we trust to protect and govern us. The show pulls no punches in regards to police and government corruption, union and organized crime collusion, the schools futile endeavor to educate the inner-city youth, and the media's affair with headlines and ad revenue.

The show doesn't get behind just one hero but the many that go to work every day and have to oppose these very forces. Some turn a blind eye to it and accept the bleak circumstances that are portrayed so realistically here. Then there's the teacher that reaches into his own pockets. The newspaper editor that says something doesn't seem right here. The cop that says when people are dying, policy doesn't matter. The stories of the unsung rebels that are truly heroic.

I highly recommend The Wire. I spotted this on my desktop when I sat down to write a little about a new show called The Walking Dead. I can say even today, that I yearn for the time to sit down and reexamine The Wire. The last episode goes down as one of the greatest ending chapters to any store told. Not gaudy and overcooked like so much television. Pitch perfect and reverent to the characters and the city that made the show what it is and always will be--a snapshot of a time and place that will always exist if we choose to ignore it. An exposé on society and a forgotten world right under our noses, and all around us. A thank-you to those that have the duty to enforce the laws that insulate us from the atrocities that happen every day, right under our nose. Especially the true heroes that stick their necks out in order to make sure justice is served even though the forces against them seem unstoppable.

Ill end on a quote, just like I started this piece with and just like each episode of The Wire started.

"Thin line between Heaven and here." Bubbles

 

 

 

Revelations in Parenting

While shopping the other day I observed a kid, probably five years old or so, running through the aisles and knocking merchandise from the shelves. I thought to myself, What the hell… The parent yelled at the kid, and told him to “Wait until we get home!” Leaving me to wonder, what that entailed.
See this is where it starts. It’s not society as a whole. It’s not the schools. It’s not the music or the television. If you subscribe to any of that, you are wrong. In many cases, it can’t help-- I’ll give you that, but it’s not the source. It’s parenting. It’s the deterioration of what parenthood has become in modern times. Parenthood is not just the result of sex, it’s much more than that. It’s a complete change in the direction of your life; it’s no longer about you it’s about them. It’s about the acceptance in a paradigm shift.
I’ve only been a parent now for a little over 3 years, and in many cases that doesn’t qualify someone as a professional. It does, however, represent experience. Whether or not you agree with that being enough to speak on the matter, I’ll leave that up to you. One thing for sure, I’m far from being the perfect parent. That’s another diatribe for another day. So often we get caught up in the now and lose sight of the later. I had to learn, like so many, that I am now an enabler for good or bad. For better, and for worse. . .
It’s so often kids are slapped, or spanked for speaking out of line or misbehaving or otherwise being a kid. We are teaching, and they are learning. Lesson: violence is the answer. When you’re frustrated it’s okay to hit. If you don’t have an answer, use your physicality.
Some parents drag their children out to see late night movies, or unacceptably violent films. The other day I went to see a “Grindhouse” inspired film Machete, where in the first five minutes of the film there are multiple decapitations, and an abundance of gore. The theater I was in had many children watching, observing, and absorbing this story about a Mexican policeman turned vigilante. Lesson learned, there isn’t a difference between what a child should see and an adult. No distinction between the cold and vicious world, and the innocence of a child. (Again, the movie is not why I mentioned this—it’s the parental choice being made to allow their children to watch it.)
I know, how dare me judge other parents. But when you make a decision some well thought out, and others perfunctory in nature-- you are authoring a narrative that your children live in. In every story the experiences both momentary and profound have resonance with the characters. Every decision, or action—lessons learned. It’s been said, parenting is an experiment in folly. I’m a strongly against spanking my children, yet the other night I caught myself put a little whooping on my son’s posterior for doing something repeatedly after being admonished. I had to collect myself, not in temperament but in recognition of the fact that I did what I did. Even though, the spanking was mild in nature, it was unequivocally physical. Afterward, I was able to assert my control of the situation, and maintain my stance even though I lost my senses for a split second. I learned from that very moment.
This is not a declaration of what is right, or what is wrong. It is however a recognition, or better yet a revelation that I have had about myself. One that I hope more parents would have before it is too late. The human mind is highly complex, and the child’s psyche can be delicate and frail. Do not take your actions lightly. When your kid is bad, and tearing up the store or just being downright ornery. Don’t accept that, and promise them something if they improve their behavior. Improve, is that what’s okay these days? Think about it, so often we wonder why criminals keep falling back into the same behaviors. Why in relationships we seem so willing to accept abuse? Why so many kids drop out of school? Or engage in reckless behavior. . .
It’s not supernatural. It’s the patterns so intricate and woven into their very being. Where behavior is only relevant in the future and discipline is only delved out at our convenience. The back of the hand is easier in lieu of a conversation. Kids are told to “shut-up” and are better pacified with candy or video-games so we don’t inconvenience our lives.
It’s been said, that in parenting you should just “do your best”. True. I agree wholeheartedly and personally subscribe to that. I only contend that some parent’s version of “best” is not acceptable. It’s a gesture to make them feel better about being selfish and shortsighted. Parenting is selfless, and quite often inconvenient. I believe despite all of that, it’s tremendously rewarding. Some children make it out just fine, others don’t. That’s a question better phrased as nature versus nurture. The fact that the argument has never been put to rest, that I know of, is a testament to the very complexity of parenting. I can’t imagine that the lazy, feckless, shiftless youth of today are the result of a reverse Darwinism. That we are destined to become, like characterized in the little seen film by Mike Judge Idiocracy, a society of imbeciles.
Let’s just hope that isn’t true. Then, if x doesn’t equal y, then what does x equal? How do we overcome this rot? Where do we go from here? Bad parenting isn’t illegal as long as it’s not neglect.
As a gardener fertilizes his land, nourishes his crop, we control the ultimate demise of a generation. Or the prosperity mankind. The task is arduous. We must stay the course, and try to get better every day. I hope to give my daughter the fairytale, and my son the dream. These are the hopes of all fathers, and I pray that I can provide for them the opportunity for greatness.

Certitude

    I feel like I've stumbled upon some great truth. The world is really backwards. But that's not it. If we operate under a philosophy of live and let live, or give and keep giving we will crumble as a people. The American government is out of control, and everyday there is some variation of a policy that weakens our union and deteriorates our freedoms. We are under attack, by people that speak nicely and hide the truth in nice words.

    The government is a parasite on businesses and profits. It's not like British Petroleum wouldn't have cleaned up the spill. Yet, the president stands there pointing his finger and looking pensive. What experience does he have in cleaning up oil spills? If BP didn't clean it up, we would just stop buying their product. Case closed. . . Problem solved. . .

    The people that don't have healthcare made choices that got them to the point where they are desperate. They took jobs that didn't guarantee it, and they didn't manage their lives accordingly. The government is getting their corrupt and sticky fingers all over my choices. What's next, once they've killed off all private healthcare providers and we grow dependent—are they going to tell me whether I can have that operation? Can my kid have that procedure? What party did you vote for, oh. . . well in that case we can't appropriate those funds.

    Now government is telling the states that you can't have laws that protect your own sovereignty protected by the constitution. That you have to allow our constituents, gays and minorities, to become citizens, pray on your families, and live lawless as our neighbors. Oh yeah, and you have to be taxed to provide them healthcare and food on the table.

    Are you F$@#% kidding me? I'm losing my mind. The world is in a tailspin. I have to believe that it will get better, but I'm at my own personal brink. That complete and utter nonsense at the beginning is the drivel I hear all day. Taxes, they are going to take all of my hard earned money. Deficits are out of control and they can't have my money--take it from the programs. Wait, there are no jobs and the government is sitting around waiting while we suffer. Hold on for a damn minute, we don't want your stinking government jobs they steal from the honest entrepreneurs and CEOs give them lower tax rates, and they will provide us great high paying jobs. No more taxes! Hey wait a minute, why doesn't government get involved with that? We need to invest in infrastructure. Crime is up, why don't those people just find God and turn their lives around? He raped somebody, why don't they lock him up forever? Why don't they just kill him, he is a drain on society? I don't want my kid going to that school. I don't want my kid going to public school.

    Individuals in certain media outlets, and political positions of power want us to believe that it's Yes or No. That the world is just that simple, you are or you aren't. They operate under clichés and stereotypes (both sides).

    Logic leads one to believe if you take a straight edged supply-side economics approach that it is a self-sustaining system, then the final frontier is an environment where the consumer wins out right? What history has shown, and if you allow the ideas to play out in your mind—profit is God. How do we cut cost, and make more profit? Steal market-share, kill the competition. Buy the competition. Eliminate the competition. Fix the price. Set the price. Supply and demand. . . Create demand, eliminate options, and sit on your pile of money. Make love to your money.

    Why not allow the weak, the bottom feeders to self-select? Stop paying for their drugs, and healthcare. Survival of the fittest right? No that's Darwinian, and that would be like Hitler and against God. We as a human race fight for survival. I agree that there should be limitations, but that is a moderate approach. We aren't allowed to think in moderation. We are or we aren't.

    That is the crux of the issue. The thought police aren't the issue, it's the though purveyors that are guilty. There isn't a fair and even ground anymore. Just the right and left. The patriotic and the seditious. The saved and the satanic. We have simplified the most complex and evolved species the earth has ever seen to single cell organisms. What we are playing is a dangerous game of semantics. The extremist are on the brink, the brink of victory.

"The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is at all comprehensible."

Albert Einstein     

I left my heart on Edisto Island-Ryan Family Vacation 2010

    Every year my mother's family, the Ryan's (my namesake), gets together for a week of laughs, abundant food, and memories. This year was no better than the many that preceded it, yet special in so many ways. The location was Edisto Island a small resort about 60 miles from Charleston, SC. All of us, from our various locales descended on Edisto this year with weary eyes from our travels, yet anxious optimism about the days to come.

    I was personally excited to spend a week with my kids, and wife who I see in passing throughout the week and sometimes a glimpse on many a sleepless night at home. Despite the love we have for each other, we lose sight of it in the haze of our "routines", those monotonous patterns that fill our lives. This chance to get away brings on the stress of actually spending time with those that we "love" both our respective "immediate" and extended family. The long road-trip becomes a great opportunity for that conversation that your wife's been meaning to have. The calm balance that has been established amongst siblings over the past few months or days in some cases, is thrust to the brink of tenability. The emotions that sustain our relationships are sometimes given the stage. The chance to be with people that are a part of our lives, even if not in the day to day, is a nice diversion for us despite the possibility of spill over.

    The vacation, or family reunion if I may, is a celebration of family. We have certain that we have come to expect, and look forward to. We usually spend a lot of time on the water. Time not spent on the water is comprised of many different activities whether it's local sightseeing or partaking in some putt-putt golf. Each day is typically lazy for the most part, and the nights are much livelier. We gather to talk about the day's activities, and marvel over how fast it all goes by.

    As the tradition now stands, each family prepares a dinner on a chosen night. Some of the families seize the opportunity as a chance to best the other families offering of food. Others just want to be acceptable to the Ryan family's advanced palette. I'm of the latter. . . And in regards to palette, I'll never meet the expectation for spicy! So my uncle always brings his buffet of hot-sauces. Each night is special, and something each of us looks forward to. I consider the food to be as important as if a family decided not to come. That's how good we Ryan's cook. This year the highs were the lasagna, banana foster, fruit trifle, the roast beef, and the spaghetti is always a favorite. After dinner we usually sit around, engorged, drinking, and talking the night away.

    This year we went to historic Charleston for our sightseeing excursion. It was a hot and humid day. We ducked into many shops and restaurants just to cool down. Once again, to step out into the Charleston air that felt like warm bath water.

    Charleston itself is rich in history, and architectural diversity. A stroll down Broad or Market Street is a three dimensional lesson on early American civilization, and design. The town has its commercial and retail districts that liven up the streets day and night transporting us into an almost metropolitan, uptown feel. The style of the citizens was distinct, yet surprising to us since we were miserable in our shorts and flip-flops. The restaurant district is full of great southern delicacy such as fried chick, greens, cornbread, and macaroni and cheese. Not the boxed kind the kids swear to. The kind that melts, as you eat it, and explodes with a variety of cheese flavors. The kind so good "It'll make you slap your mama", a good friend of mine once said, and is well applied here. We ate at a restaurant called Huger's, pronounced like the band Fugees. From outside the building it doesn't look like much, but once you enter you are transported into a cool, dry place that has warmth in both food and character. The walls are painted with pictures of jazz musicians and historical photographs. The wait staff, and bartender were very welcoming and really appreciated the business. Oh yeah, and the food . . . it was perfect. I wish they could come and prepare a dinner for us, I would kindly let them pick any night. Hell, they can have my family's night.

    The time in between the eating is pretty lazy, as any vacation should be. We hang by the pool, marinating in the chlorine. The majority of the Ryan family is pale white and the perfect canvas for the sun to paint upon. Many of us come home with different variations of a farmer's tan, or spots on our backs from where we didn't re-apply. It's an unofficial hobby of the Florida natives of the family to point out our ruddy coloring. In some instances, my uncles like to point it out with a playful slap. If I didn't come home each year with a burn in some amorphous shape on my belly, or red shoulder pads I wouldn't feel complete.

    Each year our bellies get bigger, and our memories grow richer. Sometimes those memories are of the awkward kind when the family's feud, or quarrel. The beauty of my family is that we accept each other. There are rivalries, and sometimes we bust each other's chops but there is a palpable love. We accept each other-- at least I've always felt that way. What has been really amusing is to see the maturity of the younger generation, as I am sure it was just as entertaining for my aunts and uncles to see me grow up. To me there is a maturation of perspective also, to see the world as an adult now looking down at the college kids really starting to see the value of family for the first time. Not that they didn't before, but to really be aware of the relationships that are there for them even though we are separated by miles and days each year. It's fun to see how much taller my cousins are, and how much more they look like their parents. It's really moving to see them interact with my children who don't really know what this is all about, and how it all started. They don't even know my Granddad who I loved so much, yet didn't really understand his love when he passed. I was too young, and void of real perspective. I miss his song he sang to me each year, "Ryan is a Friend of mine. He ____ _____all the time…" (Fill in the blank with whatever verb and action I am doing). Although, not obvious in expression it was his way of saying how happy he was to see me. I am saddened to know that my son and daughter will never have this moment. One that is precious to me, and vivid in my mind's eye. Here's to hope that they will have something special to them in their lifetime that reminds them of their family.

    We have been bestowed this annual gift from my grandparents. My Granddad Okey Ryan and my Grandmother Jo Ann Ryan, they've encouraged the attendance of this event by all the families since its origination. Not all of us have been able to come every year, but to miss it leaves a void in our lives. My Granddad has long been gone from the earthly world. Although I am certain, he is there with us. I can just picture him sitting down, back in his celestial chair, watching the baseball game on mute as he listens to all of us laugh.

    It is my desire, that long after many of us pass, our children will continue this reunion as a way of celebrating our family. Taking time to remember the trips tubing down the river, the rivalry on the miniature golf courses, the tummy aches, the lost keys, forgotten bathing suits, hot sauces, flatulence, and Granddad's song. I miss all of you already. Until next year.

How about Inception?

Christopher Nolan has outdone himself, once again. He has created another modern science-fiction masterpiece with Inception. He has made me all but forget about M. Night Shyamalan who I really admired for many years. Nolan, has become the man to turn to for authentic comic translations. In the interstice between the Batmans he wrote and directed the magical The Prestige. Inception is the best of all his films in regards to story and originality.
He, and his brother Johnathan Nolan have created some of the most intriguing stories to have graced the silver-screen in decades. Christopher, who penned Inception on his own, has proven to be a veritable cornucopia of creativity. His films are profound, cerebral, and visually euphoric. His embrace of new technology, yet discipline of not over-relying on it is remarkable. It has garnered him the admiration of a fan-base loyal to his old-Hollywood style, and genuine story telling. His stories are rich with character, and his plots have a depth that is unrivaled by his contemporaries. His last four films Batman Begins, The Prestige, The Dark Knight, and now Inception have all been critically raved. Each impressing, and instilling confidence in the industry’s ability to deliver both thoughtful, and not or, visually stimulating movies.
In Inception he has drawn comparisons to the first Matrix, in its strong ties to philosophy and the ability of the mind to both blind and amaze us. Yet I aver that Inception is a better story, and a monumental achievement in both tale and aesthetic. The use of relationships, even in small instances and fleeting moments ground his epic tales in reality. The use of hue in his cinematography and accompanying music create moments like we see in our imagination, not like a plain photograph. They are warm with emotion. He made us care for Bruce Wayne, and understand the Joker in Dark Knight. In Inception, he does the same for the mysterious protagonist Cobb played by Leonardo DiCaprio with his pursuit to reunite his family. In all of his films, he has reoccurring actors return to play different roles much like the characters in the film create dream worlds. In the film there are the oft used term projections, the inhabitants of our dreams. These actors serve as his projections, in the very same way.
As far as the action sequences Nolan presents them in wide shots, and with IMAX film which really captures the moment better than real life. I personally love that Nolan probably gets sick on his stomach when he hears the phrase, “in 3D”. His use of IMAX technology is unprecedented in major motion pictures, and he does it to communicate an eminence not ostentation such as 3D. His belief in the reverence of images versus some contrived sensationalism is to be admired by all.
The movie is long, and a two-hour plus investment so beware if you are not willing to be involved in an experience versus just watching a movie. In that case go watch The Sorcerer’s Apprentice. Inception is not for the intellectually lazy. It demands your attention, but rewards you ten times over. It leaves you thinking . . . dare I say dreaming. Nolan is truly the cleverest auteur in the business, and I bow down in genuflection.

To Write

The steady percussion of the rain mellows me. The enveloping darkness of the room draws me to the glow of the screen. The keyboard taunts me like a snot-nosed kid with his tongue out, and his thumbs in his ears—shaking his hands at me. I have this need to let it all out but I can't control it. At best, I can ride it like a wild horse never to be tamed. In some instances I feel pain to let it out, but most of the time it's an urge not unlike passion for a lover. I don't know what to do but let the words exist, and see what happens.

"The Pages are still blank but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible." Vladimir Nabokov

The Peppers Gamble

The unremarkable chapter of Julius Peppers career comes to an end in Carolina. He came in with huge expectations. Probably the most athletically gifted player on the team his entire career. He failed to truly deliver on those gifts. He was to the defensive line, what Michael Vick was to quarterbacking. He was faster than most running backs. He was larger than any skilled player, but as big and powerful as the linemen. He has been blessed with good health for the majority of his professional career, yet has faded away in many games as if he were injured
It’s a shame that Chicago paid him so much to join their team. Mediocrity shouldn’t be rewarded anything, and definitely not millions of dollars a year.
I get the risky move by Chicago. Teams have made similar moves in the past in hopes of improving their teams. According to what’s on paper, Peppers looks like a safe bet. Not unlike the same move the Panthers made when they drafted him with a reputation for disappearing in big games. The fans will be woefully disappointed. It comes down to heart. He lacks the ferociousness needed to be a great defensive player. Especially on the defensive line where it’s more about tenacity than anything else. He doesn’t come across as a mental giant, just a gentle one. So it won’t be his strategy and mental agility that will give him the edge. He has only one thing to rely on, and that’s his athletic gifts. So if the right coach, can find the model of motivation to ignite the passion in this million-dollar baby, then the bet will pay off. My bet is that he will rise and fall, just like he has done before. I do wish him the best of luck.

My Sh$@$ F$@$%! Up

As the forces for and against healthcare come to a head Thursday I wanted to mention a few things that have haunted me the past few weeks.
I believe that the conversation has become a yelling match built on lies, mistruths, misinformation, and red herring. The centerpiece of the president’s agenda has been healthcare insurance reform. That much is clear. It was muffed from the start, and became a target for opponents of the president to attach all of the criticisms and frustration with government to a bill that shouldn’t have been a surprise to anyone. The only things the president has said he would do and hasn’t are left-centered issues like Guantanamo, war-criminal trials, and the mass exodus of lobbyist from DC, etc. Health Insurance reform was not a flip-flop issue, and the president didn’t engage in smoke and mirrors to sneak it in.
In the coming years political science classes will study this time in history, and in particular how an administration who so masterfully executed a campaign strategy that resulted in the White House could stumble through something so important to the success of their boss. Granted, Barack Obama didn’t take office with any delusions of harmony in congress and serenity in the senate. He has had to traverse a mine field and has had to do this under unprecedented bickering and partisanship from almost everyone in Washington. He has handled this, for the most part, with grace under fire. Far from a flawless first year, he has been as- billed with his trademark composure.
The editorial portion of News’ Corp’s Fox News broadcasts (some would argue all of it), and the many conservative talk radio hosts have done what Rush Limbaugh has called for, as artfully as the Obama team was able to raise money leading into the election. They took all of the discontent with government and the economy and made it his doing. They have swayed public sentiment against one of the most popular incoming presidents ever, and tagged the Bush Administration’s TARP and bank bailout to the presidents resume’. Yes, he did vote for it as a senator—as did many of his republican peers and his presidential competitor John McCain did in 2008. Now it’s his, and they were against it. So any policy change dealing with economic reform other than tax cuts, amongst the bailouts of private-sector entities such as General Motors and Chrysler has become un-American and a political hand grenade. He has become the furor, naturally. They forget that they were for the bank bailouts (socialism). The depth of the recession now and what it could’ve been are unclear to most of us and too complex to wade through the muddy water of disparate opinions to provide us any real understanding now or maybe ever. What most knew at the time was action was needed, and inaction would have been unacceptable. Conservatives ac t as if the American economy and the sacred cow of capitalism would self-select the weak and we would’ve come out stronger if we just had given far-reaching tax cuts to save the big companies that exploited the American consumer for too long. Barack got what he wanted, and now it’s his in success or failure. I’m sure behind closed doors many conservatives are thanking their luck stars that John McCain didn’t win. To be president now seems like a fool’s errand and futile endeavor. I’m no genius or intellectual heavy weight. But I’ve always been pretty good at sniffing out bullshit. I don’t have a credo or rule-of-thumb like “follow-the-money” to rely on or employ in most cases, however, it is instinctual. It doesn’t take a psychologist to know that those in power want it, and will do what it takes to get it. Those in power will do the same to preserve it. If the Obama administration doesn’t get healthcare, they will fail at the very cornerstone of the president’s agenda. Potentially being as devastating as a loss in Iraq would’ve been for George W Bush. Or as South Carolina senator Jim Demint said, “If we’re able to stop Obama on this it will be his Waterloo. It will break him.”
One of the statistics most commonly quoted by left wing pundits such as Keith Olbermann, and Alan Colmes is that individually the components of the healthcare bill are overwhelmingly favorable to the American voters. So if you pay that any credence (which by default half of you won’t) it goes to show that it’s the ineptitude of the Democratic leadership, and that’s Obama because of his hands-off approach all last year other than being a outspoken proponent, has been remiss and incompetent in outlining it to the public. They have become huge targets for criticism on the size of the bill, and have fed into the anti-government sentiment by many Americans about elitist and self-centered representation in Washington. The rightwing echo chamber has been ruthless in creating disinformation and fear around aspects of the bill and what ifs. They have taken a president’s hope to bring healthcare to more Americans and reduce the deficit as a socialist ideologues conspiracy to take healthcare from old people and give it to the homeless and illegal immigrants. No matter how clearly stated, and underlined by the president there is nothing he can do to sway many Americans that he is not the ant-Christ and a communist Manchurian candidate. And Rush Limbaugh and his peers love it. Mission Accomplished.
If he fails in getting this passed-we all will lose. I’m not for a massive public option right now. I’m fearful not because I believe that it is the beginning of rationing and “socialized/third-world medicine”. I’m more concerned about the deficit and stabilizing of the economy both in markets such as real-estate, and lending and job creation. I hope that cooler heads can prevail, and the true ideologue’s voices will be drowned out by the rational thinkers in congress. We need policy to remove the clause that discriminates and exploits those that have pre-existing conditions or cataclysmic traumas that bankrupt Americans. American misfortunes and accidents shouldn’t become business opportunities. The real death-panels, the arm of the insurance companies that deny coverage and have quotas to make by looking for mistakes and red flags in the medical histories are un-American. The illegal immigrants that are exploited by businesses and corporate America draw them in, and deny them the rights given to their other employees because they are cheaper and compromised, and force them to go to the emergency rooms for primary care. The inflated expense of healthcare in America is the very origin of any trial or expensive lawsuit supposedly devastating healthcare costs for all of the rest of us, if healthcare was available to all of us wouldn’t that mitigate the problem to just wrongful/or negligence trials which we should have the option to do if the corporations don’t run their businesses safely for their workers or malpractice?
These egregious cracks in our system are what need to be addressed. It shouldn’t be a political issue like so many other more controversial topics. But it has become a huge, slobbery, gelatinous spitball so far from the gravity of reality it seems impossible to reel it back in and affect positive change for all Americans. Somehow healthcare for all Americans has become less noble of a cause as war for oil, or tax cuts. Then it becomes something else altogether, alter the conversation beyond recognition. To evade the question, is it patriotic to let an innocent American bleed? Or an innocent human being bleed for that matter? Should healthcare only be made available to those that work full-time, or have wealthy parents? This question gets answered everyday no matter how we answer it in hypothetical land. Hopefully, we never will have to answer it for ourselves.

“Well, I went to the doctor
I said, "i'm feeling kind of rough..."
"Let me break it to you son,
you're shit's fucked up!"
I said, "My shit's fucked up?!
Well, I don't see how!"
He said, "The shit that used to work,
won't work now!"
Warren Zevon

It’s Easier to See what everyone else sees

    Life isn't simple. When you're a toddler maybe, but that's where it stops. They're so many questions with so little answers. Yet people speak in absolutes. They use faith, or God's will to answer the questions that have no answer, or a discernable one that is.

    It makes me wonder where people attribute this philosophy of rigidity towards other ideas. Then instead of discuss root-causes the conversation is derailed and engaged in hypothetical's and ad hominem attacks versus substantive debate. Take the political conversation around healthcare reform. The opponents are trying to keep the proponents juggling as many balls (no matter how absurd) as possible versus progressing towards a goal. No matter what happens, if the American people win or lose in this debate, the reformers will be crucified for either what they legislated or what they were unable to legislate.

    Ideological meandering hinders so much of what makes real sense for people. For instance, sex education in the schools and the supplying of birth control. It is the parent's responsibility, but parents are failing miserably. So why exacerbate teenage pregnancy and rampant sexually transmitted diseases, and abortion rates with hope for the better? The world is more dangerous than it was in the 50's.

    The one that really baffles me is the idea that man is so selfless that he will take profit and divvy it up to the ones that he profited on or with. A nice ideal to be uphold, yet, it essentially is turning American capitalism into a giant pyramid scheme. . One that has clearly been disproved since the dawn of time. Once it was decided by the powers-that-be that the restraints should be taken off companies, and they should be allowed to move labor and exploit poorer countries to turn larger margins. The American blue collar worker was put on the extinction list. Just the like the countries that are being exploited. What happens when there are no more consumers? Labor forces were relocated to jobs based on an American culture of excessive consumerism which was unsustainable from the beginning. Blue-collar families held on to their proud work ethic, and either eschewed higher education or didn't have the means to get there. This subsequently, caused the spawning of children that have grown up in a trade right after potty training until it was no longer available. These proud, "All American" families are unable to navigate the 21^st century when the housing market has dried up and the shopping centers become ghost towns. They were encouraged to buy, buy, buy even when they didn't have it—just to keep up with the Joneses. Yet the top-earners in this country become the patron saints of the American economy, the ones that lived the American dream—why should they be penalized? I guess it's how you look at it. . . To save the American economy is to reinvest in America, whether by charitable donation or by paying a larger tax. Education, health care, affordable living, and safer streets are a noble bill to pay. It's not about something for nothing, it's about patriotism. Despite what's being said, it's not the first step in a journey toward communism. It's the first step in rebuilding this country.

    There will always be those that take advantage, and look for the path of least resistance. It's survival instinct whether at its earliest stage or final. They will make choices that are detrimental to their being, that are shortsighted. What keeps them going is hope. They believe that one day one of those lottery tickets will pay off. They find happiness in the small things. The Fat Cats at the top encouraged this superfluous accumulation of things unneeded. Yeah, people should take responsibility of their choices. The greed at the bottom is no worse than the greed at the top, and less egregious.

 

    The American way was not meant to be one of welfare nor was it meant to be everyone for themselves. History has proven that we can't live in a modern day Babylon where money has become the ultimate pleasure. That's plain un-American

The Ballad of Jake and Foxxy

This time last year the Carolina Panthers entered the post season with all the hope in the world. They had one of the best records in the league. One of the most potent running attacks in the game. With little or no debate, the best receiver in the game-- Steve Smith. The team also had a vaunted defense with a rising star at linebacker John Beason and an All-Pro defensive-end Julius "the Big Lazy" Peppers who was surrounded by a decent supporting cast. It felt good to be a fan. For most fans that season felt as good as any of their previous seasons, at least at this point. It felt like we had a decent chance to win it all.

Then the bottom fell out. Their once "swashbuckling" quarterback Jake Delhomme had cruised through the season of weak opponents, and behind his dynamic backfield teammates. He had won over the fans with his devil-may-care attitude, and ability to make the big play throwing off the back of his feet in the most uncomfortable of situations. In their Super Bowl run in 2003 he threw so many cringe-worthy heaves that were miraculously caught he had garnered the support of the Panther nation, and won over many doubters as the clear-cut leader of the then "Cardiac Cats".

Back to the whole bottom fell out, Jake's niche and calling card soon became the Panther's Achilles' Heel. His cringe-worthy passes gravitated down from the heavens, eschewed any miracle, and landed usually in the hands of the other team's player. Jake hadn't returned to form, a form that was in question by many before his injury and subsequent elbow surgery, since in my opinion 2003. His style was reckless from the beginning. He was Brett Favre, minus the arm. Jake was the fun loving, team-oriented, "character" guy. One that happened into a situation where he was surrounded by some of the league's best talent, and by an organization in which the leadership was loyal—to a fault. That season crumbled before our eyes in a game where the Panthers were favored to win by more than one touchdown. It was hard to watch. Then the Panther's Head Coach John Fox decided to let Jake destroy his confidence and his team's confidence play after play as the clock wound down. If it was a prize fight, the referee would have called it early in the third quarter.

The Panthers had suffered a devastating loss to the Arizona Cardinals, who went on to lose the Superbowl to the New York Giants. They moped into the locker room that night, and stumbled into the offseason with a lot of big questions to answer. One of which, do we still feel confident in Jake as our quarterback? The entire team, from the top to the bottom, came out rank and file to say yes. It wasn't recommended they cut the guy, but what happened next abandons all logic and reason. They re-signed him to a long-term contract with over twenty-million in guaranteed money. A clear, unambiguous YES. They were putting the proverbial eggs into the singular basket. John Fox and the general manager Marty Hurney hooked their caboose to the Delhomme express, destination of pass-unknown, and did it unabashedly.

Amongst other key questions, to sign or not-to-sign Julius Peppers? The panthers played it safe and signed him to a one-year "Franchise" agreement. A salary-cap- gorging annual salary that taps any latitude the team hoped to have entering the off-season and draft to sign other talent. The strategy was pretty much stay- the- course, with the exception of a change of Defensive-Coordinator to Ron Meeks of the Indianapolis Colts when his predecessor stepped down. Status-quo it was, and the hopes of another Divisional Championship.

Here we are, the NFL playoffs. With one exception to last year, no Carolina Panthers. The naysayers were right, and not to the greater good. The season looked to be the last for John Fox, and rumors swirled of a change in leadership. He was resolved not to change horse midstream despite a losing record, until fate stepped in and he had to. Jake got hurt, and was able to bow out gracefully on what was the worst season he had ever had in a NFL uniform. The one guy that everyone wanted to see get a shot, the man that stepped in and played admirably for Jake two season ago sat quietly at the end of the bench. He was without guile or agenda, he stepped in when asked. The team salvaged an eight and eight season with wins in their last few games. The one man that Fox didn't have the confidence in became his saving grace. Matt Moore saved John Fox's panther career and saved the organization's face with a .500 record.

Now the Panthers are at a similar juncture, with some similar questions to answer. Beyond the blunder of resigning Jake to the monster contract last year, the team is able to free up a lot of salary cap space by changing the answers from last season. As Bank-of-America stadium sits quietly in repose, the fans demand action. Even though there are questions surrounding John Fox's destiny with the team it doesn't seem that he will be leaving with his fateful late season turnaround. Peppers grievances from last year are going to be the same because nothing has changed. He is coming off a dubious pro-bowl nomination from a lackluster year, but with that comes leverage. To "franchise" him again would place the panthers in even worse salary-cap territory. They have some younger, more productive players to address now before it gets too late and they lose them like they have done in the past. They have some older players that are going to want to get a ring while they still have a chance and can contribute, that are going to get anxious especially without a strategy change. They have a young quarterback that has an agent foaming at his mouth and anxious to renegotiate his deal after his late season heroics. All of this is going to unfold in front of us, while great coaches that are available are signing elsewhere. Teams whom are still playing right now will have an opportunity to get better next season, and build on an already fruitful season. Meanwhile, here in Carolina, the panthers will attempt to repeat mediocrity in motion.

It's hard to be a Panthers fan. They have done a decent job of collecting talent over the years, in fact some great talent. But the ballad of Jake and Foxxy will go on until Richardson decides to break in and make a change. We, get to watch the playoffs and pull for another team without ardor and with indifference. Thanks for that, by the way—more reason to DVR-it.

 

"You can't see tomorrow with yesterday's eyes"

Ryan Adams

 

"Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."

Albert Einstein

 

"Jakes still our guy."

John Fox

Dexter Morgan, the most compelling character in television history

Dexter Morgan is a serial killer. Some other truths; what goes up must come down, there is a grey area, and there is evil in the world. Dexter Morgan isn't evil.

    Ernest Hemingway said, "All things truly wicked start from innocence." Dexter suffered a devastating tragedy as a young boy, one that has been seared into his memory or more so his entire being. Dexter was born like every other person, but his dark passenger--Dexter the serial killer, was born in blood.

    The first time I heard about the show I didn't know what to think. The story seems almost grotesque in a way. I was intrigued to at least give it a chance. So I watched Season 1 On-demand. I have never been more hooked to a show then Dexter. I actually watched the entire first season in back-to- back sequence (the way to watch anything by the way). It was excruciating to watch season 2 and wait week to week. Each subsequent season has been a weekly trial in patience but it has reestablished Sunday night television for me since the departure of the Sopranos.

    The story of Dexter is a complex, and a dark dreamscape seen through a hazy glow and muted fluorescents of Miami. Each episode is serenaded with lively, Latin rhythms. The Miami culture is as much a character as Dexter himself. There's a real sense of Cuban and Latin culture in the show, which makes it distinct from other Miami based shows. It seems more authentic. Dexter somehow fits in, he's as mundane as a passing palm tree, and as ordinary as a rain shower in the Florida afternoon. With that, we are under his spell, his plan. That is part of his modus operandi. His code. . . Never get caught. Stay in the shadows. Be patient. Don't risk it with a high profile kill. . . "Never . . . Ever. . . Kids. . . I have standards," Dexter said to a soon-to-be-victim. Satisfying the code is Dexter's sovereign oath. The code is what Dexter has lived by since he was a reborn. It was taught to him by his adopted father to endure. When he was a kid his foster father, Harry Morgan, discovered his son's eerie predilection. The neighborhood's pets were missing, and it didn't take long for detective Harry Morgan to solve the mystery. His love and knowledge of Dexter's tragic beginnings compelled him to find a way for Dexter to channel his urges in more productive ways. It started with wild game hunting. This expression would only last for so long, and Harry knows this. What was the next step?

    Harry was able to look into the soul of a killer, one that he loved and raised like his own son. Harry's life in law enforcement had exposed him to injustices in which he was powerless to do anything. The solution wasn't obvious, but it became the next step. Dexter would finish what the stumbling and sometimes foolish court system couldn't. He became a vigilante of sorts. With the code guiding him, his murderer's intuition leading him to the right people, and his training supporting his so called hobby he became Dexter the Diabolical. Dexter the Devious. Dexter the Deviant.

    We all cheer when we see the muscle bound hero, or the cunning action star blow away the bad guy. Why it is different to see them get cut up? It just is right? I don't know about you, but as the show goes I kind of wish there was a Dexter Morgan out there. In a culture where we all applaud the vigilantes and heroes, whether it's Dirty Harry or Batman, the only realistic hero would be the anti-hero—Dexter Morgan.

    He endears us with his wit, and inner-narrative as he tells his side of the story. If he was caught there would be a firestorm of controversy about capital punishment, and eye-for-an-eye. Political fodder for the editorials. He would be a hero to many and a villain to the balance. That's what makes him such a compelling protagonist. The most innovative and complex lead in television history.

    The show begins with a glimpse in the life of Dexter Morgan, forensics and blood specialist for the Miami-Dade Police Department. The show doesn't take long to introduce you to the Dark Passenger as he confronts a pedophile/and child murderer. I, like everyone, are disgusted by the very thought of children being assaulted and murdered. This first experience with the Dark Passenger for us, the killing of a child murderer, didn't make it seem so bad. Once you get past the ritualistic nature of the act, Dexter eases his way into your curiosity the same way he slides in and out of the homicide department without causing an ounce of suspicion. As the season goes on he is put through tests of character, emotion, and of the very code that defines him. Each shadowy corner lays profound drama that will grip you and not let go.

    Subsequent seasons dive deeper into the peripheral characters. Like his girlfriend Rita, and her kids Cody and Astor. His foul-mouthed, sister Deb and the rest of his colleagues at the police department. Each one the relationship with Dexter evolves as the show goes on. He keeps them all at arm's-length, per the code, but the depth of the show and surprisingly to both us and Dexter himself is his own personal depth. As he learns more about himself, and his history he grows into his human skin leaving us to wonder if he will ever shed the dark passenger. That's the question that all of us fans ask, and draws us in every week.

     As the story continues-- he will be challenged to violate the code. His father only saw one layer of Dexter, and didn't trust the other to be able to live in the real world without a rigid set of rules to protect him. While watching, you want to believe that he can be a husband and father. We hope that Harry, and initially Dexter is wrong about his depths. Yet, the very greatness of the show is that Harry has to be right. The deviations from the code are what expose him to the world, for who he really is—and the world is not ready for a "good" serial killer. We accept murder when it's in the name of God and country, but can we accept what Dexter does? The genius is that it stirs up all these emotions, and creates a visceral response in each of us that is a powerful exercise in introspection.

    The show deals with the grey area that is so often rejected but exists. The truth of the matter is that we deal with grey every day with our own set of rules, and guidelines. Do we stray from the very codes that define us? Do we condemn those that do stray and characterize it as weakness? When we do is it just or is it in the name of pleasure or failure? Where Dexter's code is to endure as a serial killer. . . The moral grey in Dexter is a question and a topic that can be debated to we go grey in the face, but it doesn't prevent it from being entertaining.

    

    

    
 

 

"I See Monsters"

Ryan Adams

"Oh, people are shouting, people are freaking
I'm just staring at the ceiling
Waiting for the feeling
Oh, oh when she calls
I know that she's the one
Makes me want it harder
Makes me want to be a little stronger
Still I see the monsters
Still I see the monsters"