Thursday, October 12, 2017

Eminem is not brave for dissing Donald Trump

You've probably heard of Eminem's recent tirade against Donald Trump. I didn't make it through the whole thing; irate, crass rappers aren't really my scene. I wrote a post about it on Facebook yesterday and it's been getting a pretty good response. This being the case, I would like to bring the topic to surface here on the blog. Here's the transcript:

Eminem is not "brave" for dissing Trump; these politics are a dozen a dime a dime a dozen. Also, he's probably not the best spokesperson against someone known for their misogynous and violent rhetoric (since much of his work is, you know, known for the same things). Apparently if you're an artist, good ethics need not apply; but if you're president, you're expected to be a saint. Last time I checked, music had more of an influence on public consciousness than politics ever did. Everyone enjoys a good song but not everyone takes an interest in politics. This subordination of ethics in the arts is hypocrisy. 

I also included an "EDIT" in the comments section:

EDIT:
1. Not a Trump advocate and I think he's quite a boringly eccentric person to hear about, yet I'm contributing to the conversation.
2. Technically, I am committing the ad hominem fallacy; but I think there is still some hypocrisy to be pointed out here, wholly apart from Eminem's arguments in that freestyle.
3. Can't believe I mixed up "a dime a dozen" with "a dozen a dime"!
4. Of course politics has an effect on public consciousness too, wholly apart from personal interest in politics as an academic discipline - my comparison should be taken with a grain of salt. It's an assumption lacking qualitative and quantitative data.
5. Why am I talking to myself here?

After posting, I decided to see if anyone had similar thoughts to me. It turns out that The Hill published a piece that echoed similar sentiments, among others.

My Political Compass

I took the political compass test last week. Never really thought of myself as being so "moderate," but perhaps that isn't such a bad thing.


Saturday, October 7, 2017

an advertisement for Peggle Nights that I am not being paid to publish

I'm a casual / simple games (I realize I'm conflating categories here, but it's my blog, so whatever) kind of chap. I like Tetris, Bejeweled Blitz, Buzz! Junior: Robo Jam (don't let the 'junior' term throw you off, cuz it's a great party game), and N+ to name just a few. Otherwise, I don't play much for video games, save for a few of the Tony Hawk titles.

Last Saturday, however, I decided to pay $5 and download Peggle Nights onto my computer. Prior to this, I had played the original and Peggle 2, both of which are very fun and addicting. This one is proving to be a great addition. In fact, I like Peggle so much that I made a song earlier this year and named it after the game.


Sunday, October 1, 2017

Reflecting on the Braggadocio of Carnivorousness

The idea that my province of residence (Saskatchewan) is characterized by machismo is not a mistaken notion. This notion belongs in the social stock of knowledge, though the reaction toward it will vary based on a cognitive bent at an individual level. Some might call it rural or city slicker, conservative or liberal, or even manly or womanly.

Numerous examples of machismo come to mind: black smoke emissions from the engines of Chevrolet trucks, the overplaying of hockey, Bambi-killing guns, and being a carnivore. It is the last of these that I would like to bring attention to.

To be a carnivore is to be the antithesis of a herbivore; to be a chauvinist is to be the antithesis of someone who is meek. The type of person being conceived of here, with this emphasis on carnivorousness, can only be spoken of in relation to what they are not, for all personality types belong in a collection, and such a collection is one of ambivalence ipso facto. It is quite unusual, then, how some carnivores are so quick to express their ire toward vegans, for instance, who talk about their $20 salads from Phoebe's Cafe on Bourgeois Street when they're the ones bragging about the 16oz steak they inhaled after watching some bull-riding clowns at a local rodeo!

I must ask, what height of animals are a part of these rodeos? Are they tall or are they lacking in stature? Are there horses or only bulls? Whatever the case may be, these meat-eating fanatics have not seen many a men get off from their high horse. If they had, I should like to think that they would follow suit. As the bull-rider hangs onto the animal despite all danger, so the pompous carnivore hangs onto their pride despite all foolishness.

This pride can go so far as to fragment one's understanding of reality. To say that a cow is a "live steak" is an incorrect idea, not to mention one lacking in empathy. One need not be a member of a hypocritical group like PETA to figure this out. I hope to never forget the thoughts a friend passed on to me about this topic a few years ago, which I will devote the paragraph below to. I say this because I don't think good friends plagiarize each other's work (which I suppose is quite self evident).

To slaughter a cow for meat is only an act of realizing a particular feature of that animal. Prior to being killed for food, the cow wandered around, ate, slept, socialized, and was conscious (perhaps even self-conscious). All of these are features of a cow, things it can be identified with, so to say that a cow is a "live steak" is to overlook these features. While there is no credible 'carte blanche Christian theology of veganism' - for those of us who buy and consume products containing meat, an animal had to be in pain and die in the process. Perhaps it is a good idea not to speak glibly of animal pain or death and to pray with awareness and thankfulness in relation to the once sentient lives that have become our food?

Admittedly, this is all coming from a carnivore. Don't even get me started on how often I crave a bacon cheddar burger from Fuddruckers (they let you put jalapeno cheese sauce on your burger and fries there!). And go ahead, shoot your guns, drive your Chevys, and play hockey. But I'd also like to let those with baggy pants and a penchant for salads live in peace. It requires no effort on my part, so no complaints here. In any case, I refuse to observe this cultural arrogance without getting a word into the conversation - especially from such non-serious people who take their silliness so seriously!

Postscript:

In case anyone thinks I'm merely swinging at imaginary annoyances, I will post the text that inspired me to write this post down below.

THE RULES OF RURAL SASKATCHEWAN
ARE AS FOLLOWS:
1. Pull your droopy pants up. You look like an idiot.
2. Turn your cap straight, your head isn't crooked.
3. Let's get this straight; it's called a 'dirt road.' I drive a pickup truck because I want to. No matter how slow you drive, you're going to get dust on your Lexus. Drive it or get out of my way.
4. They are cattle. They're live steaks. That's why they smell funny to you. But they smell like money to us. Get over it. Don't like it? Hwy 1 goes east and west, Hwy 6 goes north and south. Pick one and leave.
5. So you have a $60,000 car. We're impressed. We have $650,000 combines that are driven only 3 weeks a year.
6. So every person in rural Saskatchewan waves. It's called 'being friendly, try to understand the concept.
7. If that cell phone rings while an 8-point buck and 3 does are coming in, we WILL shoot it out of your hand. You better hope you don't have it up to your ear at the time.
8. Yeah, we eat meat and potatoes. You really want sushi & caviar? It's available at the corner bait shop.
9. The 'Opener' refers to the first day of deer hunting season. It's a religious holiday held the closest Saturday to the first of November.
10. We open doors for ladies. That is applied to all ladies, regardless of age.
11. There's little here for 'vegetarians' on the menu. Order steak. Or you can order the Chef's Salad and pick off the 2 pounds of ham & turkey.
12. Our meals have three main dishes: meat, vegetables and potatoes. We use three spices: salt, pepper and ketchup.
13. You bring 'coke' into my house, it better be brown, wet and served over ice.
14. You bring 'Mary Jane' into my house, she better be cute, know how to shoot, drive a truck and have long hair.
15. Saskatchewan Hockey League and Minor Hockey is as important here as the Calgary Flames and the Edmonton Oilers and more fun to watch.
16. We have more golf courses per capita than anywere else in the world. But don't hit the water hazards -- it spooks the fish.
17. 3 inches of snow & ice isn't a blizzard - it's a vacation. The pickups with snow blades and tractors with snow blowers will have you out the next day.
A true Saskatchewanian will send this on!!!
Money will buy a fine dog, but only kindness will make him wag his tail.

Saturday, September 30, 2017

Take a Chill Pill

At midnight (Saskatchewan time), I will be releasing Chill Pill, a seven song EP that I would consider among my best work. Feel free to check it out and lose an hour of sleep tonight listening to chill / underground electronic music. As per usual, thanks for listening.