Monday, October 31, 2011

Happy Halloween

Dad had lots of spare mil surplus gear lying around, and with me being lazy, I decided to just cobble up his fatigues and gas mask to go with the whole Fallout / 28 Days Later look for Halloween. It went well, one of the kids even went "woah!" and I went and breathed ominously at kids' faces.


The Quarantine Zone.



With Candy Bag.

 
Lurking in the shrubbery.

 
Behold, my evil sistor's true form.


With Captain America and... NINJA!

 
Someone else in fatigues!


The Answer to Infection is here! It is candy!

Thoughts on the Occupy Movement


A friend asked me "what happened to the American dream" and "is the American dream dead?" and I was gonna quote Watchmen and quote the Comedian, who said cynically as he was teargas shotgunning people: "What happened to the American dream? It came true, you're looking at it!"

But then, I realized, that the American dream hasn't died. No, it's born again. In the shape, size and form of these protesters. They are fighting for the American dream. They are its last, best hope. For peace.

It's morning again in America.

Think about it, the masses are actually fighting to regain the nation's soul. This mere act, that those chuds are willing to march out en masse and get themselves tear gassed in the face by all the authoritarian establishment-cuckolding pricks out there, no matter if "they don't have a coherent plan" or some shit, but just out of sheer moral outrage at all that's wrong in your country, this is actually beautiful. It reinvigorates ones faith in a nation, in a country, in a people. You'd think all was lost, but you see this, and you realize that it's not lost, and there's still something there that's good, that's right, that's worth fighting for.

Those masses of littering yuppies and unemployed folk and bedraggled veterans and poor people and college students and whatnot, screaming in youtube, sleeping in the streets, tenting and defying the establishment by getting brutalized by the po-lice and just expressing themselves for all to see and hear - they are America, and they are what makes that nation great. They are the American Dream.

And shame on all those who disdain them, those who spit at them or strike them down, those who mock them or deride them or ridicule them, because if you want to be all melodramatic and poetic about it, you can say that what these lowly protesters are doing is either the last gasp of a dying country, or the first breath of a nation reborn from the womb of turmoil into a brave new world of limitless possibilities. The twilight comes before both dusk and dawn, they are the sun of the nation, whether they fall or rise and herald the coming night or a brand new day.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Prepare to be Freedomized!



In the bloodstained streets, the victorious sovereign citizens were cleaning up their sullied nation. They lined up the doctors and nurses who had worked in hospitals and abortion clinics funded by money Bari'bamacare stole from the tax payers. 

A Shroomedian took his grenade launcher and began executing them one by one.
"But the country's disintegrating. What's happened to Algeira? What's happened to the Algeiramerican dream?!" cried one of the nurses.

The Shroomedian pointed his grenade launcher at her.
"It came true. You're lookin' at it." 

A collaborative work inspired by, and sarcastically satirizing, the violent statements of certain Hyper-Patriotic Conservative Americans who advocate everything from the use of chemical weapons on union workers on strike to bayoneting student demonstrators and killing journalists. This ongoing story is a shining tribute, and a relentless mockery, of the ideals these psychos stand for.  

MURCA: The Land of the Free takes the statements of these hyperthyroid stormtroopers to their illogical extremes. As someone said, it is "Be careful what you wish for." As applied to American neoconservatism.

Or, as another reader commented: Mang, this is a work of such subtle parody that your veiled references often shoot right over my head. Could you perhaps make this a nat's crotchet less mind-boggling devious and complex please?
 
With MURCA: The Land of the Free, we return to America everything it's given us these last few years. Their nation generously invades other countries and drops bombs on other people - so we return the favor by laughing mercilessly at the stupidity of a nation that's lost its mind.

Show your patriotism! Madness? This is SPARTAFREEDOMERICA!

Friday, February 4, 2011

The Exorcist: A Moviegoer's Guide to Parental Neglect, Demonic Possession, and Gender Roles in Film

Daddy wasn't there! 


There was a power outage this morning, bereft of electricity I was forced to abandon the laptop and play with my dog instead, substituting keyboard taps with belly rubs. In the early noon heat I ate spicy Cheetos while skimming the newspaper and making "witty" comments to myself. I saw an ad for the new Anthony Hopkins demonic possession movie, The Ritual, and my mind wandered to the mother of all demonic possession movies: THE EXORCIST.

Have you ever noticed how The Exorcist, and by extension most demonic possession movies afterwards, usually involve a woman or a girl being the victim of said demonic possession, while the protagonist is invariably a priest, who is always a man? It's usually a byproduct of the “damsel in distress” cliché, but I was thinking about the Freudian psychosexual subtext of The Exorcist, and it hit me like a rotten tomato splatting on a movie.

The little girl in The Exorcist was living with her mother. In the duration of the movie, I do not remember seeing her father at all. Maybe he's away on business, maybe he's dead, or maybe he's in the business of being dead. But the point is, the little girl lacked a father figure. Daddy wasn't there.

So, according to the misogynistic view of women being helpless damsels in distress, what happens next? She gets into trouble. Except this time, instead of the girl finding a bad boyfriend who does drugs or knocks her up, she ends up in the clutches of none other than Satan!

Naturally the mother is helpless against this and must call for the help of men who can be surrogate father figures who will save her innocent daughter. The young priest and the old priest. This is even more significant because, taking Christian symbolism into account, these priests are representatives of God, the greatest father figure of Christianity. The Big Daddy.

The surrogate father figures are now there to try and save the girl from the trouble she's gotten herself into. Like a dad who disapproves of a particularly bad boyfriend, or Liam Neeson killing kidnappers to save his daughter in Taken. This ties in to the fact that earlier in the movie, the girl did not have a father. Her longing for a father figure is what led her astray, into the clutches of drugs, of unwanted pregnancy, of the devil himself!

Anyone remotely familiar with Sigmund Freud will know what an Oedipus Complex is, where the son longs for the mother sees the father as a rival for the mother's affections. Mommy issues. The Electra Complex is the female version of that, where the daughter wants the affection of the father, basically the other way around. Daddy issues.

Now consider the scene where the demon-possessed girl in The Exorcist takes a crucifix and plunges it in between her legs while screaming “FUCK!” repeatedly. Sigmund Freud would have an apoplectic fit with that one. It is a minefield of unresolved psychosexual issues – all originating from the fact that the girl lacked a father figure, and is in dire need of one.

The priests, have to save the girl – but in doing so, they cannot allow themselves to succumb, and they cannot let the innocent child be corrupted. They are the surrogate fathers who have to set their wayward daughter right and, taking the significant Christian symbolism into account, they also represent God who must bring salvation to a corrupted soul. It is up to them to resolve the Daddy Issues of the girl, while maintaining her purity.

So what do they do? They give their lives, and in noble self-sacrifice the young priest saves the girl by taking the demon and jumping off a window in an act of heroic and selfless self-defenestration. The father saves his daughter at the cost of his own life, but in the end the daughter is saved and her purity is preserved. Her issues are resolved because daddy came for her and rescued her from her troubles. Daddy was finally there!

In short, the Exorcist is a metaphor, an allegory, for parental neglect - specifically the lack of a strong father figure - and the dangers faced by wayward daughters and troubled teens. Except the dangers of drugs, rock and roll, or unwanted pregnancy, have been substituted demonic possession.

In a way, it is exactly like Liam Neeson's Taken, with his daughter being kidnapped by sex-traffickers. Except, in this case, Liam Neeson is a priest and the kidnappers are demons.

The movie's themes can be criticized as misogynistic, sexist. Why is it always the damsel who is in distress? Most of the time, women are portrayed as helpless and in need of rescuing, and Exorcist is no different. The mother is helpless to defend her own child, and only men can do it properly.

One also wonders, was the director even consciously aiming for Freudian psychosexual subtexts, deliberately depicting distressed-damsels, Daddy issues and other dilemmas? Or was it entirely a subconscious thing, since hero-men saving helpless-women has already become a cliche, a literary convention, a meme ingrained in the cultural zeitgeist of movies and other works of fiction? Maybe even both?

On reflection, upon reaching the end of this short article, analyzing The Exorcist for not only psychosexual Freudian subtexts but also its religious symbolisms has proven to be an interesting exercise. I'm reminded of another movie, from a similar time, involving parenting issues and problem children. Namely, The Omen.


I wonder if I could do a similar analysis of The Omen, with Damien and his parent issues. Except that little brat killed both his parents, and pretty much everyone else in that movie.