"girly men" DEATH WISH
Decades after their initial release, the DEATH WISH movies, starring Charles "no girly man he" Bronson, still draw eyeballs. Acting as judge and jury and executioner, Bronson's character sends to their eternal reward adolescent thugs, who happen to have murderous urges and cute physiques. At bottom, this or that DEATH WISH, number whatever, is a snuff flick.
Among the erudite cineastes, the gag is that the title is a twist on the Freudian notion of thanatos. In the grip of that urge, an individual craves satisfaction through personal annihilation. Through a snuff flick, this or that individual vicariously attains satisfaction through the annihilation of some other individual ... eYep, all that foregoing does sound a tad, well, excruciatingly erudite.
For a little relief from that proclivity, let's animadvert to President Walker Bush via the columnist Kathleen Parker. Likely enough, the lady acquired a smattering of psychological lore in college. In a recent column, Kathleen availed herself of the term ... get ready for a chuckle ... thanatos. And she applied as analysis of the President's behaviour. What (?) other name, Kathleen asks her reader, could be sprayed like graffiti onto that irrational compulsion that foments such disastrous political follies.
Depending on how stringently one evaluates credentials, she may well be butting in, by declaring as factual certain hypotheses, which accredited scholars regard as tentative. The accredited scholars I have in mind have underwent rigorous training in the discipline of psychological history.
Likely enough, they merit being known as "depth historians". It is the proper provenance for such historians to dive, like cormorants, into the ideologic cesspool of historical eras. Upon coming up for air, they are expected to disgorge startling insights.
Here's what's interesting about the good lady Parker's walk in the park of social commentary. I for one think it would be fair to describe her as a scribbling stand-in for Laura Bush, the President's wife. Through her commentary, Kathleen presents the softer and feminine and, if one allows, maternal aspect of the presidency of Laura's husband.
The way the various aspects involved have been playing out, Laura's yin neatly balanced George's yang. Thanks to circumstances that allowed his projecting rugged masculinity, the man gained four more years of residency in the White House. Along with the memory of his "bullhorn moment" in the debris of the World Trade Center, that projection was enhanced by his implicit promise to protect the American people from islamic ... in truth, Arabic ... terrorism.
Without a doubt, as he campaigned for his four more years, he was standing on a pedestal, far above that possible for girly men, in the parlance of the former body sculptor and movie star barbarian and re-call candidate for California governor.
Maybe, I'm indulging in some impermissible speculation. To that, I say "So (?) what!". Here's the thing. If Kathleen is allowed to do it, then surely I should be. After all, my blog, my rules.
The way the President came to be perceived by an electorate, yearning for security, is very similar to the way the character, played by Charles "no girly man he" Bronson in whatever number DEATH WISH, was perceived, back in the dearly remembered 70s ... eYep, that was one frightfully elongated sentence ... oh, well ... blame it on Faulkner.
Talk about politically tone deaf! What (?) on earth made Chuck Bronson's perceived-alike dumb enough to second, in such a clumsy manner, that sea port deal with a company that's owned by an Arab country, which supposedly has ties, maybe real, maybe only imagined, with islamic terrorism!
If we would like to get some idea of the magnitude of the political damage "dum'ass botch" inflicted upon himself, we need only read these two paragraphs darling Kathleen penned at the end of her thanatos column:
In the more likely event that Thanatos truly is at the helm of our ship of state at this titanic moment, we can't afford to let Bush's death instinct subsume the national imperative to survive.
Survival now depends on fitter minds.
If the lady happens to be insightful, to the point of awesomely so, about what's motivating dum'ass botch, maybe then, we should expect even more political folly on his part. It gets me.
Every so often, I peruse PIPE DREAM, which is of students and by students and for students on the campus of Binghamton University in upstate New York. Some "smarty pants" farceur aspirant caught me by surprise with snark commentary. It's a good bet my guffaw drew a few stares of askance.
Just as I mused, before writing this piece, about the magnitude of dum'ass botch's self-inflicted political damage, so did that collegiate in question. And that's where the common bond ends. That other person approached the topic in the manner, one should expect of a sprout in that hothouse for flaming liberals, left-wing kooks and "gay marriage" freaks.
From some musing a bit about the aforementioned magnitude, the commentary turned to the "creative inflicting of damage on one's own political stature". If "dum'ass botch" ... ah, solely my term of endearment ... had been in a mood for such folly, he should've been creative in doing so.
For example, President George Walker Bush could've sent to Congress a bill to legalize GAY marriage. It could've been paraded through the august halls of Congress under the title ... get this ... "the girly man's bill of 'brokeback' rights".
Darn that collegiate whippersnapper! Just (?) what is it that incites such temerity! But then, ya'gotta'r'mem'bah ... Hillary's that teal state's junior senator. Maybe, it has something to do with fluoride in the water.
Oh, alright (!) already, I'll admit it. That bit about legalizing gay marriage threw me for a loop, and made hash of my outline for this piece. For a little while, I was thinking about segueing into a segment about how the leadership of the Democratic Party in the House of Representatives could begin maintaining what they're bound to gain in the up-and-coming 2006 Congressional elections.
Just for the outright heck of it, here's an incidental bit I heard via talk radio. Funny thing about the Republican Party, when they're riding high, the other party is the refuge for flaming liberals, left-wing kooks and "gay marriage" freaks. When the Republican Party is drowning of the cesspool of public opprobrium, suddenly, the country is in dire need of "bi-partisan" rescue.
When it comes time to spend some time to animadvert to the Democrats in the House, I'll have to try incorporating that bit about the Republican Party. All that good stuff is for a later time.
. . . . ahnghgh, just to let you know, whyz.ache.err, I'm still planning to write a piece about how come the Israelis feel they were taken on a sleigh ride ... again, that's for later.
toodles
....../
.he who is known as sefton
APPENDIX -
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Those with blogs, who'd like to insert the hyperlink in a post, are more than welcome to do so.
By the bye, this is to alert visitors, who are about to read or have read the post just below this. Some may wonder how come I have a link to text that tries to conflict.
Well, I remember once when a number of classmates were caught up the hysteria of "better red than dead" ... ah, yes, my little chick-a-dees, that was during the early 60s of the last century.
Anyway, the professor, who was teaching our philosophy class, dispelled it with a few well chosen words. As I remember it, Doctor Stanley Rosen said,
. . . "if we keep our heads, we'll wind up neither red nor dead."
And so, I avow that, if we keep our heads and apply what we know, we'll wind up free from the burden of debt or slavery.
. . . . just for the heck of it ... here's a British import modified to suit current American circumstances ...
How (?) can'ya
tell when Bush
is lying!
his lips are moving.
Among the erudite cineastes, the gag is that the title is a twist on the Freudian notion of thanatos. In the grip of that urge, an individual craves satisfaction through personal annihilation. Through a snuff flick, this or that individual vicariously attains satisfaction through the annihilation of some other individual ... eYep, all that foregoing does sound a tad, well, excruciatingly erudite.
For a little relief from that proclivity, let's animadvert to President Walker Bush via the columnist Kathleen Parker. Likely enough, the lady acquired a smattering of psychological lore in college. In a recent column, Kathleen availed herself of the term ... get ready for a chuckle ... thanatos. And she applied as analysis of the President's behaviour. What (?) other name, Kathleen asks her reader, could be sprayed like graffiti onto that irrational compulsion that foments such disastrous political follies.
Depending on how stringently one evaluates credentials, she may well be butting in, by declaring as factual certain hypotheses, which accredited scholars regard as tentative. The accredited scholars I have in mind have underwent rigorous training in the discipline of psychological history.
Likely enough, they merit being known as "depth historians". It is the proper provenance for such historians to dive, like cormorants, into the ideologic cesspool of historical eras. Upon coming up for air, they are expected to disgorge startling insights.
Here's what's interesting about the good lady Parker's walk in the park of social commentary. I for one think it would be fair to describe her as a scribbling stand-in for Laura Bush, the President's wife. Through her commentary, Kathleen presents the softer and feminine and, if one allows, maternal aspect of the presidency of Laura's husband.
The way the various aspects involved have been playing out, Laura's yin neatly balanced George's yang. Thanks to circumstances that allowed his projecting rugged masculinity, the man gained four more years of residency in the White House. Along with the memory of his "bullhorn moment" in the debris of the World Trade Center, that projection was enhanced by his implicit promise to protect the American people from islamic ... in truth, Arabic ... terrorism.
Without a doubt, as he campaigned for his four more years, he was standing on a pedestal, far above that possible for girly men, in the parlance of the former body sculptor and movie star barbarian and re-call candidate for California governor.
Maybe, I'm indulging in some impermissible speculation. To that, I say "So (?) what!". Here's the thing. If Kathleen is allowed to do it, then surely I should be. After all, my blog, my rules.
The way the President came to be perceived by an electorate, yearning for security, is very similar to the way the character, played by Charles "no girly man he" Bronson in whatever number DEATH WISH, was perceived, back in the dearly remembered 70s ... eYep, that was one frightfully elongated sentence ... oh, well ... blame it on Faulkner.
Talk about politically tone deaf! What (?) on earth made Chuck Bronson's perceived-alike dumb enough to second, in such a clumsy manner, that sea port deal with a company that's owned by an Arab country, which supposedly has ties, maybe real, maybe only imagined, with islamic terrorism!
If we would like to get some idea of the magnitude of the political damage "dum'ass botch" inflicted upon himself, we need only read these two paragraphs darling Kathleen penned at the end of her thanatos column:
In the more likely event that Thanatos truly is at the helm of our ship of state at this titanic moment, we can't afford to let Bush's death instinct subsume the national imperative to survive.
Survival now depends on fitter minds.
If the lady happens to be insightful, to the point of awesomely so, about what's motivating dum'ass botch, maybe then, we should expect even more political folly on his part. It gets me.
Every so often, I peruse PIPE DREAM, which is of students and by students and for students on the campus of Binghamton University in upstate New York. Some "smarty pants" farceur aspirant caught me by surprise with snark commentary. It's a good bet my guffaw drew a few stares of askance.
Just as I mused, before writing this piece, about the magnitude of dum'ass botch's self-inflicted political damage, so did that collegiate in question. And that's where the common bond ends. That other person approached the topic in the manner, one should expect of a sprout in that hothouse for flaming liberals, left-wing kooks and "gay marriage" freaks.
From some musing a bit about the aforementioned magnitude, the commentary turned to the "creative inflicting of damage on one's own political stature". If "dum'ass botch" ... ah, solely my term of endearment ... had been in a mood for such folly, he should've been creative in doing so.
For example, President George Walker Bush could've sent to Congress a bill to legalize GAY marriage. It could've been paraded through the august halls of Congress under the title ... get this ... "the girly man's bill of 'brokeback' rights".
Darn that collegiate whippersnapper! Just (?) what is it that incites such temerity! But then, ya'gotta'r'mem'bah ... Hillary's that teal state's junior senator. Maybe, it has something to do with fluoride in the water.
Oh, alright (!) already, I'll admit it. That bit about legalizing gay marriage threw me for a loop, and made hash of my outline for this piece. For a little while, I was thinking about segueing into a segment about how the leadership of the Democratic Party in the House of Representatives could begin maintaining what they're bound to gain in the up-and-coming 2006 Congressional elections.
Just for the outright heck of it, here's an incidental bit I heard via talk radio. Funny thing about the Republican Party, when they're riding high, the other party is the refuge for flaming liberals, left-wing kooks and "gay marriage" freaks. When the Republican Party is drowning of the cesspool of public opprobrium, suddenly, the country is in dire need of "bi-partisan" rescue.
When it comes time to spend some time to animadvert to the Democrats in the House, I'll have to try incorporating that bit about the Republican Party. All that good stuff is for a later time.
. . . . ahnghgh, just to let you know, whyz.ache.err, I'm still planning to write a piece about how come the Israelis feel they were taken on a sleigh ride ... again, that's for later.
toodles
....../
.he who is known as sefton
APPENDIX -
Visitors, who'd only want to share this insightful post, have an easy way to alert their friends. They need only click on the envelope icon just below, and that will bring up a page to facilitate relaying this post's hyperlink via e.mail.
Those with blogs, who'd like to insert the hyperlink in a post, are more than welcome to do so.
By the bye, this is to alert visitors, who are about to read or have read the post just below this. Some may wonder how come I have a link to text that tries to conflict.
Well, I remember once when a number of classmates were caught up the hysteria of "better red than dead" ... ah, yes, my little chick-a-dees, that was during the early 60s of the last century.
Anyway, the professor, who was teaching our philosophy class, dispelled it with a few well chosen words. As I remember it, Doctor Stanley Rosen said,
. . . "if we keep our heads, we'll wind up neither red nor dead."
And so, I avow that, if we keep our heads and apply what we know, we'll wind up free from the burden of debt or slavery.
. . . . just for the heck of it ... here's a British import modified to suit current American circumstances ...
How (?) can'ya
tell when Bush
is lying!
his lips are moving.
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