Tag Archive for 'politics'

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Funny Scare Mongering

Remember the old duck-and-cover cartoons? ('Crawl under your school desk in case of nuclear explosion. Because your half inch plywood desk is radiation-proof.') Well, now you can enjoy laughing at some of today's illustrative equivalents.

Google Video and The Daily Show

I'm fooling around rather than doing any serious work tonight (grad school applications, what?), and the wonderful folks at Google are definitely helping me out. I haven't spent much time perusing Google Video, but it's becoming more tempting all the time. Between CoCo linking to a Harry Potter dance video that's like Hogwarts with '80s music and the Google blog revealing some videos from Daily Show enthusiasts (and my own occasional forays into Ebert's movie reviews, thanks to Mark), there's no work getting done. I have to admit that the Daily Show clips surprised me. They're the story of some serious Jon Stewart fans who purchased the show's old set on eBay with the intention of taking it around the country. Although they film under the name of "Mouth of America Network" (or MoAN.tv), three of the clips were more foolish and fandomish than the title would indicate. But the longest clip, Buckling the Beltway, was different. With the America shape from The Daily Show in tow, this band of fans took their camera to the streets of Washington D.C., asking random, average Americans there questions about America's state in the world, media bias, and how we, the people of America, can fix our country. "The government used to be by the people, for the people," one Oklahoman woman explains. "But it's not anymore, you know, it's the government by the government for the government [...] It used to be for the benefit of the people, now it's for the benefit of the money, for the people who have the money." One after another, the speakers explain their background and feelings on the issue at hand. Around six minutes into the clip, one has to start asking, "How is it that America is so thoroughly caught up in this mess with plenty of sensible people like this around?" The answer, for better or for worse, is not that these people are the exception; the truth of the matter is that they feel powerless. Even though the speakers differ on their exact feelings about the state of the United States, one common thread, a sense that there's no way to solve the problems we now face, runs through each interview. This, perhaps, is the sad truth of what happened to America: we haven't lost our voices; we've only lost faith in being heard. Lest I deny the fact that crazy people exist in my country (and that they have very, loud, and obnoxious voices), I present you with a recent source of amusement (and some frustration), a conservative student blog at my university. Reading this guy's posts sometimes reminds me of the few pages near the end of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix that I've read. He seems to think that using all caps makes a point better than, say, a logical argument. As a glance at some of the comments on the blog indicates, his primary form of debate, other than the aforementioned capital letters, is to accuse people of making "baseless, partisan accusations", not to mention knowing nothing about the issue at hand--an interesting plot development, given the fact that his comment there brings up the Oil-for-Food scandal, which had nothing to do with the discussion up to that point. The best part, though, is that every time one of these rants shows up in my Planet Case feed, it has the e-mail xtremesledding@case.edu attached to it, which I invariably read as xtremelemming@case.edu.

“… To A Candid World”

The 8th floor of my dorm regularly displays an impressive panorama of downtown Cleveland. Tonight, however, it's pierced with greens, golds, and reds as the entire horizon is lit with expanding spheres and rings in patterns that are inextricably linked in my mind to the date. At least a dozen shows, including the large celebration downtown, decorate the sky as I watch dusk fall from my darkened apartment window. Muffled explosions--with rapports like gun shots--add a somber note to the celebration this year. The similarity is always there, but this year I cannot neglect it. I remember watching missiles explode in Israel on the morning news when I was in middle school. I wonder how people feel in Baghdad tonight. Do they have electricity? Did they watch fireworks go off in the Green Zone for our soldiers there? How many people are hearing actual gun shots around the world tonight? There are too many people whose first instinct would be to cower at the sounds coming from my window. Naturally, my mind drifts backwards as well, to holidays past spent in D.C., Germany, Tanzania. The Star Spangled Banner still brings goosebumps to my skin, and, like every other time I hear it, I imagine men in battle, despairing in the darkest hours of the night, and the rush of glorious delight that the morning brings when it alights on that cloth that, for them, is the symbol of all for which they fight.
We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights; that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.
These are the rights of every man, woman, and child that has ever lived, though few have enjoyed them. This is not a holiday that belongs to one nation as far as I'm concerned. This is a day for everyone, a day to enjoy those rights, to remember those who have given the earth their blood for these rights, and to pledge those rights to those who have yet to see them. Happy 4th of July, World.