Flashback Friday: “Holiday Road” by Lindsey Buckingham

Happy Labor Day weekend, everybody.  I’ll be back for blog entries on Tuesday, then on Friday.

One Day Too Many

For the past couple of months, I’ve been watching here and there the live feeds for this season’s Big Brother reality game. Sixteen strangers began the game hoping to be the last person not voted out and to capture the $500,000 grand prize with fans tuning in to their local CBS station or the Internet to watch the game’s progress.

I could tell right away this was not going to be a normal season. We had contestants use racial slurs, and one even had nice things to say about Adolf Hitler. One of the contestants tried to counsel the most blatant of the racists, only for us to discover that she was a racially bigoted person herself.

Fast forward to Monday, where one contestant, Amanda Zuckerman (who oddly enough has a work history on several other reality shows) jokingly said to her friends in the house that rival Elissa Slater had better be nominated in the next round of evictions or she would slit the throat of the person who didn’t.

Twelve years ago, a contestant was expelled for holding a knife to the throat of a Louisiana woman that was his love interest in the house in a round of drunken foreplay. Lucky for all of us, his hand didn’t slip at that particular moment.

Monday’s moment gave me an epiphany: why am I still watching this?  So I turned the feeds off, haven’t turned it on since.

I’ve read online that Zuckerman’s family received death threats, and that the FBI has gotten involved. While I certainly don’t condone the actions of any rabid fans that cannot or will not realize it is just a reality show, not THEIR life, not THEIR death, Zuckerman’s actions in bullying Elissa Slater (actions she’s since apologized for) certainly could have been incitement for the death threats.

The big story this season (something I’m not seeing any coverage of to date) is how many of the contestants are dependent of mood-enhancing pills such as Xanax or Adderall, and how the contestants themselves speak of this on the feeds for the world to see.

Meanwhile, CBS sits back and reaps in the profits of good ratings, even though they do so through the means of race hatred baiting. At least for the rest of this season, I’m done.

Whack-A-Mole Diplomacy

So our good President wants to airstrike Syria for a chemical attack their government did on their own people last week, allegedly.

I must have missed the memo that Mr. Obama had joined the neo-cons, since this is exactly what George W. Bush would do in a similar circumstance.

So here we go again with what I call whack-a-mole diplomacy. First Iraq, now Syria, with Iran somewhere down the road still.

I got an idea. How about letting the Middle East handle their own problems? It seems like everything our government touches there in the past couple of decades has broken on us.

Our own country’s infrastructure is broken or is breaking. Why not put America first, everyone else second?

But there I go, sounding like a neo-con myself.

The War Against Stupid Laws

There is no law against stupid lawmaking.  There should be.

I define a stupid law as laws that exist on the docket that either cannot be enforced to any reasonable detail or laws that protect you from harm that you can decide upon.  For example, making it a requirement to wear a seat belt in a car is (unless your body projectiles itself into another car or driver) such a law. If you don’t wear one, you are taking the risk and the possible harm,

I was reading last week about how up in Illinois, they are passing a law so that anyone under the age of 18 will be banned from going to a tanning salon. I’m not saying skin cancer amongst teens isn’t a serious problem. I’m saying it is a decision any teenager has the power to make, thus they take the risk and/or the harm. Decisions have consequences, intended or not.

But didn’t the lawmakers in the Land of Lincoln realize that instead of going to the salon, these teens can go outside, lay a towel down, put lotion on and get a tan without going to a salon?

I guess the legislators didn’t think about that, did they?

Flashback Friday: Words by Missing Persons

The year is 1981. The debut year for MTV, back when it played nothing but popular and rock music.

Missing Persons was a band ahead of their time, led by the scantily clad Dale Bozzio, they had a memorable video of their own with “Words” memorable for its critique by music experts Beavis And Butthead years later…

Johnny Pro Football?

Texas A&M fans better enjoy "Johnny Football" while he's still around.  His days as a college footballer appear numbered.
Texas A&M fans better enjoy “Johnny Football” while he’s still around. His days as a college footballer appear numbered.

So I’ve been reading up on the Johnny Manziel saga. Manziel, a quarterback for the Texas A&M Aggies (the A&M stands for Agricultural and Mechanical) college football team. Apparently, Mr. Manziel had a profitable off season, appearing a few autographing signings and getting paid to do so.

Only one problem with this: getting paid to sign autographs is pretty much against NCAA rules and would void his status as a so-called amateur.

The thing is, I don’t think he cares. Seriously, what’s the worst thing that happens to him? He plays in the NFL in 2014, probably in a deal that nets him several million dollars?

If Manziel’s intentions were deliberate, I still say good for him. The NCAA has had it both ways for several decades. They want to keep their athletes on a plantation while the schools reap the profits from all of these games, events, and merchandise. At the very least, Johnny Football has raised awareness of the hypocrisy of collegiate sports, and will probably make that world a better place in his wake.