…I’m the enemy. Cause I like to think, I like to read. I’m into freedom of speech and freedom of choice. I’m the kind if guy who wants to sit in a greasy spoon and think, “Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecued ribs with the side order of gravy fries?” I want high cholesterol. I want to eat bacon, butter and buckets of cheese, okay? I want to smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in a non-smoking section. I wanna run through the streets naked with green Jello all over my body reading Playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly might feel the need to. Okay, pal? I’ve seen the future, you know what it is? It’s a 47-year-old virgin sittin’ around in his beige pajamas, drinking a banana-broccoli shake singing, “I’m an Oscar-Meyer Wiener.”
– Edgar Friendly, 2032
In 1993, the cinematic masterpiece, “Demolition Man” made some predictions about what life might be like in the future. It didn’t occur to 27-years-younger me just how accurate those predictions would be… without further adieu, here’s 27 things I learned from watching Demolition Man:
- If you’re short on toilet paper, just violate the verbal morality statute!
- If you live in a socialist utopia, homeless people will steal all your food
- Taco Bell will be the only restaurant to survive the Franchise Wars
- John Spartan doesn’t know how to use the Three Sea Shells (I could see where that might be confusing)
- Burning buildings are a good indicator that bad guys are nearby
- Police are no longer equipped to handle this level of violence
- We shouldn’t ask where the meat comes from…
- Rat burgers aren’t bad…
- In fact, you should be out there hunting rats instead of begging for vegan meat-alternatives (you can thank me later)
- Don’t face-time naked unless you’re sure you are calling the right number
- Commercials will infiltrate every popular media. Today you can pay to opt out, tomorrow it will be compulsory, and you’ll learn to like it!
- Social distancing stops the spread of STDs, the hunka-chunka and other recreational activities
- Sandra Bullock enjoys VR sex (presumably with hot anime girls, but will make an exception for John Spartan)
- In the future, all meetings will be video conference screens staring at other video conference screens
- Wait a minute, this is the future, where are all the phaser guns?
- Cars drive themselves (into walls, people and oncoming traffic)
- You are an incredibly sensitive man, who inspires joy-joy feelings in all those around you
- In the future, there is no more sarcasm
- Accusing the savior of your city of being in league with a multi-murder-death-killer is rude
- Sewers smell like biscuits ‘n gravy
- To catch a multiple murder-death-killer, you just wait around for him to kill another person so you’ll know exactly where to pounce!
- John Spartan likes the Chief’s plan
- Cocteau reminds Wesley Snipes of an Evil Mr. Rogers
- Sylvester Stallone is neither a blow-up-the-bad-guy-with-a-happy-grin-he-man type nor a moody-troubled-past-gunslinger-who-only-draws-when-he-must type
- I forgot to say, “Simon Says!”
- When you come out of cryo-prison, the first thing you’ll want to do is knit
- You can’t take away people’s right to be assholes!
It’s hard to believe that it’s been almost a year since the anniversary of when it all went down.
There have been a lot of new and exciting changes in my life, things I’ve working for and toward for many years are starting to come to fruition. Success is something to be proud of, to enjoy, to look forward to. This seems (to me) to be the natural order of things but that just isn’t true for everyone.
Some people fear success – are terrified of it in fact. They don’t believe they deserve it, they don’t think they can hold on to it – it makes them feel vulnerable; the more you have the more that can be taken away.
When he first told me about how he burned his school laptop in a bonfire, I assumed this was a triumphant middle finger to the establishment he’d grown disillusioned with. I never recognized it for what it really was – an offering to Damocles, and a cry for help…
“Take a puppy, abuse him, kick him, mistreat him – he’ll revert to feral carnivore. That his litter brother, pet him, talk to him, let him sleep with you, but train him – he’s a happy, well-behaved house pet.
Take another from the same litter, pet him on even days, kick him on odd days. You’ll have him so confused that he’ll be ruined for either role; he can’t survive as a wild animal and he doesn’t understand what is expected of a pet. Pretty soon he won’t eat, he won’t sleep, he can’t control his functions; he just cowers and shivers.”
– Robert Heinlein, Citizen of the Galaxy
I began writing this post over a year ago. At the time, I wasn’t quite sure what happened to the friend I’d lost track of – all I knew was that he was in a bad place, and there was nothing more I could do to help him. I felt angry, bitter and betrayed. In fairness, he wasn’t the first person to make a fuck out of me… and probably won’t be the last – good-natured people are often taken advantage of.
In time, that anger gave way to reason. I reminded myself that mistakes are how we learn… or don’t. In any case, they give you pause for thought. It’s not my place to dictate to anyone what they should or shouldn’t do with their life. Everyone has the right to go to hell in their own way. All one can do, all anyone can do, is the best they can.
“…Mate, go do what you gotta do.”
– Sassy the Sasquatch
I remember when…
- I learned that life wasn’t fair
- I lived a rich life, in my own mind
- Anything was possible (and nothing was possible)
- My days were filled with adventure
- My nights were filled with dreams of what might be
- I had nothing, and neither realized it nor cared
I remember. I remember when…
- I lived in a country without freedom of speech, religion or expression
- I was asked if I spoke English
- I was picked on for being the ‘American’ kid when I lived abroad
- I was picked on for being the ‘Foreign’ kid when I came back to the US
- I believed in God (and other fairy tales)
- There was magic in the world
I remember! I remember when…
- I stopped believing in God
- Phones weren’t mobile
- Pictures you took had to be developed before you could see them
- I thumbed through ads for computers I lusted after (but couldn’t afford)
- I dreamed of making video games for a living
- I had heroes, and longed to be accepted by them
I remember! I remember when…
- I swam in a cold river with Ducky
- I rehearsed Shakespeare with my friend at midnight in the park
- I was young, beautiful, and accepted (by an outcast rabble in the square)
- I was hassled by the police for looking like a troublemaker
- I got serious about my music
- I did hard labor for a pittance, and dreamed of using my mind for a living
I still remember. I remember when…
- I stopped believing in heroes
- People were expected to have manners
- All we had to protest was McDonalds Hot Mustard being discontinued
- Racism wasn’t fashionable (or profitable)
- Only villains demanded that people kneel
- All lives mattered
“abfxptcw relevancy whore’s transparentness, sungastric imitators melon sober-mindedness.”
– Bob Dineen of Orange Jo
“The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.”
– Ernest Hemingway
“I’m not upset that you lied to me, I’m upset that from now on I can’t believe you.”
– Friedrich Nietzsche
There’s an old fable that tells of scorpion that begs a frog for a ride across the river. The frog replies, “if I give you a ride on my back, you’ll sting me!”
The scorpion assures him, “if I sting you, we’ll both drown!”
The frog accepts this as logical, and agrees to take him across the river on his back. About half way there, the frog feels a sharp pain, his legs go numb – they begin to sink.
“Why did you do it?” asked the frog, “Now we’ll both die!”
“I couldn’t help it,” replied the scorpion, “it’s in my nature!”
In other variations, the frog is replaced with a fox. Perhaps this was to illustrate that even a creature as clever and resourceful as a fox is not immune to the cruel indifference of nature.
A modern retelling has the fox place the scorpion on the end of his snout where he can keep an eye on him, flinging him off at the moment he raises his stinger. Interesting, but I think it misses the point (pun intended); The fox learns no lesson and instead, confirms only what he already knew to be true.
The last variation of the story replaces the scorpion’s fellow traveler with a tortoise. According Bidpai (as retold by Maude Barrows Dutton):
Halfway across he was startled by a strange rapping on his back, which made him ask the scorpion what he was doing.
“Doing?” answered the scorpion. “I am whetting my sting to see if it is possible to pierce your hard shell.”
“Ungrateful friend,” responded the tortoise, “it is well that I have it in my power both to save myself and to punish you as you deserve.” And straightway he sank his back below the surface and shook off the scorpion into the water.
The scorpion pretends to understand logic and can parrot reasoned arguments, but he is and will always be a slave to his nature. Is there any point to being upset at a scorpion for being a scorpion?
The lesson here (if there is one) is this: You can only trust a scorpion to be himself. And if you are going to try help him, you’d better have thick skin.
In his book, God, No! Signs You May Be an Atheist and Other Magical Tales, Penn Jillette fondly recalls the line, “And now I’m Japanese, so fuck off!” from the mid-80’s porno movie, New Wave Hookers as delivered by the late Jamie Gillis.
Unfortunately for Penn, nowhere in the movie does Jamie say this, or anything like it. What actually happens is that the “Vice Squad” busts in on Jimmy (Jamie Gillis) and his partner, Jamal Lincoln Bubba Washington to break up their “New Wave bitches” prostitution ring.
They confuse Jimmy with Jamal, at which point Jamal jumps up and runs off into the night in his fly, banana-yellow jumpsuit. Jimmy, in all his fo-punk glory, is left to deal with the two agents. What he says next is this:
“Hey, listen guys. Hey, I’m not Jamal, but listen, you take it from me. You’re smart enough to throw in with us, you can have any of these fuckin’ bitches you want, any fuckin’ day of the week you want. Get it guys? I mean, fuck it. Don’t you recognize me? I used to work in your fuckin’ office. And now, I’m rich, I’m satisfied, and I’m Chinese you assholes!”
Not quite the impassioned speech from Penn’s Clorox-scented memories, but there it is. Incidentally, this is all an inception-like shared dream between the two protagonists.
Does it really matter what Jamie (Jimmy?) said? Or is this just another manifestation of the Mandela Effect? Like the plastic-covered seats of a seedy porn theater from a bygone era, memories can be slippery.
Life is a series of lines in the sand; each represents a milestone, when achieved, will finally bring you happiness and contentment. I’ll be happy when…
- I’ll be happy when I earn my degree
- I’ll be happy when I land my first real job
- I’ll be happy when I start making real money
- I’ll be happy when I own my home
- I’ll be happy when I buy my first new car
- I’ll be happy when I lose 20 lbs
- I’ll be happy when…
On and on it goes, ad infinitum. Each of these is a lie we tell ourselves for the hope of what tomorrow could bring. We all need something to look forward to, otherwise, what’s the point?
The truth is, happiness and contentment are mercurial. It can’t be captured in a bottle and preserved forever in your wine cellar – and even if you could, would you really want to?
Try to remember the great times you had…
- I was happy when girls started to notice me
- I was happy when I stayed up all night with my friends
- I was happy when I quit a job I hated
- I was happy when I impaled myself on the tree of knowledge
- I was happy when I was a broke musician
- I was happy when I was 12,012.83 km from my place of birth
- I was happy when…
But don’t forget to take pleasure in the moment…
- I enjoy paying myself $75/week to lose weight by bringing my lunch
- I enjoy going for a 3-mile walk every night
- I enjoy my first cup of coffee every day
- I enjoy conversations with my friend Jim after work
- I enjoy laughing to politically incorrect humor
- I enjoy talking to strangers
- I enjoy making arbitrary lists…