In Seattle, a man named Eric Gardner makes derogatory comments towards a Muslim mother and her baby. She attempts to walk away from the malicious man, but he follows, pulling out a knife and threatening the life of her and her child.
Why? All because he fears Muslims. He claims he threaten their lives to defend America. Uh, what? Defend America by threatening to kill an American and her baby? This bigotry is downright appalling.
The irony behind this heroic man is that he has a long criminal record of assault and felony harassment. Mr. Defender of America, you are a threat to the American people. Do the right thing in court and make sure the judge locks you away for a very long time. Do it for America.
Film Producer Lawrence Kasanoff is suing Midway with claims that Mortal Kombat is his intellectual property. Wait, what?
“The Mortal Kombat series, as it stands today, is far more a creation of Threshold and Kasanoff than of Midway. Midway’s creative input was almost entirely limited to the videogames. On their own, the videogames provided only minimal back-story and mythology, and only flat, “stock” characters… Kasanoff and Threshold were responsible for virtually all of the creative input that went into turning the videogame concept into a multimedia enterprise.”
Of course Kasanoff produced two mediocre movies, and all his other endeavors with the franchise had ultimately failed; fading into obscurity in the 90’s. Since then, Midway has been producing Mortal Kombat games with success.
Maybe I’m looking back with rose-tinted lenses, but from what I remember; Mortal Kombat was a popular fighting game when it first came out. When the second game came out; it blew the minds of all my friends and I. The arcades had long lines, but damned if I didn’t get to play. And this was before the first movie came out.
Now why was the first movie successful? Oh, that’s right — because fans of the game came out in droves to see it. Don’t kid yourself, Kasanoff. You may have brought the franchise onto another medium, but its success lies squarely on Midway.
“The point of all this is simple: Win. In warfare, nothing else matters. If you cannot win clean, win dirty. But win.”
Conservative military writer Ralph Peters’ absolutes scare me. Any journalists who do not serve the agenda should be destroyed in his eyes. Freedom of the press be damned — this is America.
And for that quote: Yes, let’s lower ourselves to the level of the enemy. Why should we stand by our convictions when we can advocate war crimes as long as it serves our purpose? Any other country that does so, are monsters. We are exempt from morals. We’re America, bitch.
The year is 2008, and Frank waits in line for the opening day of Madame Tussaud’s Museum’s newest exhibit. He talks with others, and there’s a hint of conviction in his eyes. It’s hard to place a finger on, but there’s a definite heroic quality about this man. The doors open, and with the rest, he walks inside.
With unwavering determination, Frank rushes towards the wax statue of Adolf Hitler. In his head a dramatic symphony hits a crescendo while he’s ripping the head off the wax statue. A feeling of retribution cascades over him as he’s yelling out, “Never war again!” three times for the onlookers to hear. His message must be known.
Vile security guards are attempting to subdue Frank, but he’s valiantly fighting back. Why are they trying to save Hitler’s wax statue when they should be following Frank’s example and join in on decimating it? Do they not know what wax-statue-Hitler stands for? Do they not know the justice Frank is after?
The year is 2009, and Frank is in court. The judge is swift in fining him $1,200 for the destruction of the wax statue. This is ridiculous. He should have been given a medal! Hitler was an evil man, and he should not be remembered, and all his actions should be erased from history. Evil-doings should not be remembered! Why should we tolerate this indecency!
It’s ridiculous to think that we should remember history through-and-through. Why should we keep the bad? It’s not like it had a part in forming the course of history or anything. It’s not like we’ll be doomed to repeat it, if we don’t remember it. Despite the court’s incredibly evil decision, Frank remains in his heroic stance uttering these words: “I would do it again”.
Thank you, Frank, for having the courage to stand up for what is right. Thank you for temporarily censoring that which we should purge from our history. May you find your way back into the museum to utterly destroy that abomination, and give courage to those to erase Hitler completely from the history books. You are a shining example for all of us who will not tolerate the intolerant.
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In the theater the collective nerds of comics and Star Wars — known as my group of friends and I– are settled in our seats for the midnight showing of Star Trek . . . well, those of us who could make it. A Sprite commercial comes on and the audience witnesses people running into each other, suddenly becoming Sprite, splashing onto other people. This elicited a, “Skee skee skeet!” from Raul. Clearly we are too mature to laugh at this perversion — oh, who am I kidding? We all burst in laughter.
After the previews and the lights dim more, Eric slyly reaches for my drink, but I put my hand on it, claiming it like a dog pissing on a fire hydrant. Moments later Raul asks if he could have some of my popcorn. I told him yes; he takes some, then throws a few on my lap.
“Oopsth! Lemme get that.”
Raul then reaches for my lap to retrieve his popcorn. It was then that I knew the night was going to be special.
An hour into the movie Eric’s bladder decides it needs attention. He gets up and begins his walk through the aisle. For some reason he’s walking with his ass in the faces of everyone. Walking past this poor girl, he suddenly bends over, booty all up in her face. She recoils back in horror, arms flailing upwards to shield herself from the terror before her. It was glorious.
Oh yeah, the movie? It surpassed the new Star Wars. J.J. Abrams injected some badass into the franchise, and he has left room to freely explore its universe and characters due to how the plot panned out. It’s one of the rare reboots/remake that lives up to its hype.
Do you have any idea how hard it is not to laugh at something unexpected while in a quiet office? I do. It’s a war; a war I valiantly fought for merely 2 seconds before I raised a white flag in laughter.
I guess the separation of the Church and State is blurring more and more. This disappoints me, and I was raised as a Christian. Let’s shove our religion down everyone’s throats! If you’re not down with Christ; you’re going to hell! Get out of our Christian country! Our forefathers were Christi — oh wait, some were Deistists. Err . . . accept our Lord or perish!
They better approve other religious plates since they’re approving a Christ license plate; or is our country becoming intolerant towards other religions? Let’s become extremists and eradicate all nonbelievers!
Okay, okay, I’m exaggerating, but it really does feel like it’s heading in that direction. I hope I’m wrong.
This morning I woke up with just an hour to get ready and eat breakfast before work. I went into the bathroom, yawned, then turned on a facet which only rewarded me a vague hiss; the water was shut off. I huffed and went downstairs to grab a bottle of water.
Sometimes I really hate living in this apartment complex. This is one of those instances. They have a tendency to shut off the complex’s water for maintenance without giving the tenants any prior knowledge. I lost count on how many times this has happened.
I got ready as best I could, grabbed my stuff and headed over to my aunt’s house to take a shower. Suffice to say: I was half-an-hour late for work. I can’t wait to move out.
Recently Bill O’Reilly compiled a list of newspapers he entitled, “the Hall of Shame”. It’s safe to say that majority of these newspapers are worthless to O’Reilly for having different views than his extreme, conservative opinions. Yes, Liberals are the enemy and should be casted out; you aren’t a true American unless you’re a Republican.
Why would anyone want to think like that? Having different political parties helps this country’s growth and stimulate productivity. We all naturally thrive on competition. O’Reilly’s type of thinking is so slanted that he’s counter-productive. And why would a journalist — instead of informing the public — attack other news outlets just because of his disagreement? Then again, he has always abused his platform for his and Fox News’s “fair and balanced” agenda. Bipartisanship is a bad word to them.
O’Reilly attacks and calls for the boycott of the Chicago Sun-Times after they dropped his column to save money — Roger Ebert offers his opinion on the matter and on Bill O’Reilly himself:
Friday evening I watched Battlestar Galactica with a close friend. I brought over hard liquor to celebrate the end of a 5 year show. We had shots during commercial breaks; giving toasts to this and that about BSG. I also took a few extra shots whenever a character was killed. What better sendoff than to slowly get drunk during a show where 2 major characters were drinking like crazy? It only seemed right.
5 years ago Chris invited a bunch of us over to watch a show. He introduces us to Battlestar Galactica and pops in the first episode of the mini-series. Admittedly, I grew bored. Nevertheless, I kept watching. At the end of the mini-series I became hooked. We then began watching the first season, going through 2 episodes a night. It became my cocaine and I needed my daily fix.
I don’t think Chris realized I would become the most rabid fan in the group years later. For the past 3 years I’ve been calling it my “girlfriend” and refused to go out on Friday nights because I wanted to watch Battlestar.
The final episode was a great end for a wonderfully written show with strong acting. I still enjoy the fact that minor characters became major players later on. I loved Gaius Baltar’s character development and how he didn’t fall into a cliche at the end. Here’s to you, Battlestar: thanks for all the entertainment and finding ways to break my heart, yet bringing me joy as well. Oh, to feel emotion vicariously through a frakkin’ show.
