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My Illegal Abortion

One woman's story of pre-Roe abortion, and her terrible fear that we're returning to that dark, deadly world.

Please read, and pass it on. I cannot express how important this is.

(I commented briefly with my story. It's on the first page of comments, if you're interested.)
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Minority Report becomes reality.


Biometrics R&D firm Global Rainmakers Inc. (GRI) announced today that it is rolling out its iris scanning technology to create what it calls "the most secure city in the world." In a partnership with Leon -- one of the largest cities in Mexico, with a population of more than a million -- GRI will fill the city with eye-scanners. That will help law enforcement revolutionize the way we live -- not to mention marketers.

Read on, if you dare... )


Be afraid. Be very afraid.
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Special Comment for August 15, 2010:




A comment on the inaccurately-described "Ground Zero Mosque"...



Damn, I love this man.

I'm constantly boggled by how easily Americans will roll over and do EXACTLY what the insane followers of Bin Laden and others like him want them to do. They work themselves up into a xenophobic lather, willing to shred the Constitution and turn this country into EXACTLY the kind of hateful, dictatorial, bigoted theocracy the terrorists accuse it of being. That any of them can so breezily complain that our standards aren't the same as SAUDI ARABIA? Just...ARGH STABSTABSTAB DIEDIEDIE...

One other thing: as a Spaniard-American, I feel very very sad that the builders of this cultural center felt the need to change the name of the place from "Cordoba House". Cordoba was one of the great cities of Muslim Spain, a beautiful place and a place where many faiths co-existed peacefully, learning from each other. I've been there. I've also been to Granada and seen the Alhambra, the glorious Muslim palace and grounds, filled with exquisite tilework and self-regulating water gardens that still function on their own a thousand years later. I would sooner live there than any tacky American McMansion ever made, no matter how big and swank.

Did you know that it was the Muslims who rescued the knowledge of ancient Greece - the writings of Aristotle and Plato, the geometry of Euclid, etc. - from obscurity? The Christians BURNED it. That the Muslims were the first to develop from it sophisticated forms of mathematics, architecture, and other sciences? That it wasn't until wandering monks sat down with the Muslims in Spain and worked on translating THEIR books (which they FREELY SHARED with everyone, by the way) that Christians even heard of weird concepts like, say, zero? Goddess' own truth - the Europeans had no concept of zero until they learned about it from the Arab sages. They were still using the Roman style of counting, which made their math extremely limited. This is why their architecture sucked so much. The Muslim learning revolutionized the very foundations of European culture. Our numbers - 1, 2, 3, 4...? There's a reason they're called Arabic numbers. Mathematics is littered with words straight from Arabic like algebra, azimuth, and the aforementioned zero, because they had no possible translation in any of the European languages, because the concepts didn't even exist up in the supposedly "godly" countries of Europe. The Muslims GAVE this knowledge to any who were interested. Think about that.

So you see why "Cordoba House" would have been a perfect name for a place dedicated to interfaith dialogue and peace. And the FUCKING IGNORANT YAHOOS that have the ear of the national media in this country managed to scare these folks into changing it.

I could not possibly put into words the utter disgust I feel these days at what passes for discourse in this country. We have no guts anymore. We allow our nation to be hijacked by stupid troglodytes who have no interest in learning or knowing the slightest thing about the real world we live in. They shame this country, they shame their religion, they shame the very human race.
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Keith, my man, once again you tell it all:




Special Comment: Pandora's Box

Keith Olbermann weighs in on the SCOTUS Corporate Campaign Finance ruling



You may not have heard about this. I wouldn't be surprised if you hadn't. It's not like the MSM is actually talking about the fact that the Supreme Court of this country has just killed Freedom of Speech.

I knew this was coming back when Troglodyte and Darth Vader installed that neo-con miscreant Roberts as Chief Justice. All those that claimed he would not rule on party lines, that he was really a reasonable jurist, were either unbelievably naive or unconscionably mendacious. He has ALWAYS voted along the most neo-con lines, and his coterie of followers on the court have trucked along happily behind him, eviscerating what little freedom we have left bit by bit. That this was coming was inevitable, just a matter of time.

So the unofficial corporate ownership of the United States is now officially underway. The Founding Fathers must be weeping tears of blood. Shit, I can't even find the heart for a rousing A-S-S-H-O-L-E chorus. This is just that vile.

R.I.P Democracry


You were great while you lasted.

Good news!

Sunday, May 31st, 2009 12:00 pm
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Courtesy of Crooks and Liars:


We're back to killing doctors,

and

California is going to fall into the ocean anyway.


Well. Looks like the right-wing is sure living up to its promise to keep America safe!
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Yep. It was inevitable, I suppose.


A Texas court has finally put the words "fetus" and "murder" together in a ruling


I knew this would happen eventually. Ever since I saw Rain Without Thunder ten years ago, I've been waiting for this day. Not exactly with anticipation, mind you. But many people have seen this coming for a long time.

As Mr. Kurt would say, "Hi ho."

(no subject)

Thursday, March 1st, 2007 09:12 pm
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What the HELL happened to the Your Friends page??? There used to be a neatly grouped pair of lists showing you who had you friended, and who was on your friends list.

Now there's only one list, with these confusing arrows that are totally hard to distinguish from one another. And some of the arrows are crossed off - what the fuck is THAT supposed to mean?

Why do they pull this kind of shit? Instead of taking care of things that actually need fixing, they spend their time dicking around doing idiotic things like this? Christ in a sidecar!

Oh dear

Saturday, November 18th, 2006 09:18 pm
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It looks like [livejournal.com profile] mucun has closed her slash site:

http://havens.sakura.ne.jp/ban/

Wonder what happened? Anybody here read Japanese? It looks like she left a note.



ETA: OK, I've been over to Rei's journal and read the latest on the brouhaha.

And I can say that I am now officially disgusted with this fandom. I suppose it's a branch of my disgust with this prudish, finger-pointing, dirty-minded culture in general, that can see some kind of twisted sex in a rather sweet image of affection between friends. God, people can be filthy sometimes.

Feh.
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A few days ago, Spike and I attended a free screening of the Neil LaBute remake of...


The Wicker Man.


Usually, I'd write up a review, but the one on the other side of that link did the job wonderfully. (If you're interested, you can read my thoughts, those that weren't covered by the review itself, near the bottom of the comments.)

How bad could it be? Let me put it this way. Who could they have cast in the lead role to practically guarantee that it would suck?

If you've been reading my LJ for any length of time, you know the answer to that one. Yes, indeed, it's none other than...


...wait for it...


...Nicolas Cage.


And damn, does the film ever live down to that detail.


It's too painful. I can't talk about it. Just read the review.


ETA: Okay, for those of you who don't want to click links, here's the review's text:




Dude, this is the worst Lilith Fair ever!

The Wicker Man / Jeremy C. Fox

Neil LaBute’s remake of The Wicker Man is a stupid, stupid movie. When an auteur as widely admired as LaBute makes a movie as clumsy and hackneyed as this, a critic may be persuaded to call it a genre deconstruction or a parody — it’s the critic’s Get out of Jail Free card for a director who has badly misstepped — but I’m going to go out on a limb and call the film what it is: genuinely idiotic. And it’s not just that it’s a terrible movie — that would be a big improvement. If a horror movie isn’t going to be great, the next best thing is for it to be terrible; at least then it can be cheesy fun. No, LaBute’s Wicker Man goes beyond mere badness into clumsy abuse of the most exhausted genre gimmicks (it’s got hideous twins speaking in unison, a dilapidated old barn where rotten boards suddenly collapse beneath our hero’s feet — at one point, he even wakes from a nightmare to find himself in — another nightmare!) and a creepy misogyny that should keep film-studies majors busy theorizing for decades.

Since his debut in 1997 with In the Company of Men, LaBute’s films have often centered around conflicts between men and women, reaching a nadir with 2003’s The Shape of Things, in which Rachel Weisz gives pudgy Paul Rudd an extreme makeover as a (spoiler!) heartless psychological experiment. LaBute got a pass from critics for the misogyny of Company, as most saw him as divorcing himself from the characters’ attitudes, revealing their sickening cruelty without becoming party to it. Maintaining that belief became more difficult after seeing Weisz’s sociopathic manipulatrix in Shape, and audiences might have assumed that by then LaBute had taken the whole woman-as-controlling-bitch thing as far as he could go. But they hadn’t counted on him taking on a horror movie.

That’s if The Wicker Man can properly be called a horror movie. No one’s quite sure what to make of the 1973 original, as it cheerily defies any generic categorization. There are a few frightening elements, to be sure, but there’s also a symbolic battle between Christianity and paganism, enough wacked-out musical numbers to make it feel like the sequel to Hair, and sufficient naked gamboling to qualify it as a very peculiar skin flick. (It’s notable for being the rare horror movie that features far more sex than violence — though, as seen through the eyes of the uptight, virginal protagonist, Sergeant Howie [a pre-“Equalizer” Edward Woodward], the free love on display might as well be a felony. Had he not been [spoiler!] burned alive in the last reel, Howie might have gone on to a fulfilling career on the MPAA’s ratings board.) All we know for certain is that it is a very 1970s blend of post-hippie spirituality and sexuality that contemporary audiences either applaud as a warped masterpiece, mock as high camp, or simply don’t get at all. What it has going for it is its idiosyncratic originality and unpredictability — qualities that LaBute casts aside in favor of the most exhausted banalities of the genre.

The plot of the remake develops along the same basic lines as that of the original, but what a change 30-odd years and a new, monomaniacal writer/director can make. Nicolas Cage — who’s aging into a meatier version of Ric Ocasek, only with overstarched hair desperately trying to hide his male-pattern baldness and such heavy makeup he must have hired Amanda Lepore’s cosmetologist — assays the lead role, Edward Malus (the first name is an homage to Woodward; the surname is the Latin word for evil — which makes no sense, as the character is an innocent drawn to preventing the evil acts of others*). When we first meet him, Ed is a California motorcycle cop who witnesses — and fails to prevent — the sudden deaths of an attractive young mother and her pigtailed daughter when their Pontiac Flammo station wagon instantly ignites after being hit by a runaway 18-wheeler. Haunted by their deaths, Ed’s further thrown into emotional turmoil when he gets a letter from an old girlfriend named Willow Woodward (Homage Part Deux — oh, and she’s played by Kate Beahan, who looks like Fiona Apple after massive collagen injections, if anyone cares). Her daughter, whose age is curiously the same as the number of years since Ed last saw Willow, has gone missing, and Willow can turn to no one else for help. Strangely, there’s no mention of the father. Yes, that’s right, we can see exactly where this is headed a mile off (the fifth line in my eight pages of screening notes is [spoiler!] “he’s obviously supposed to be the father”), yet Ed doesn’t catch on until 45 minutes into the movie, when Willow spells it out in bold and all-caps, with diagrams of conception from an old sex-ed book and a sonogram of a fetus with a pointy nose, hound-dog eyes, and one wicked widow’s peak. Yes, Ed is a grade-A ignoramus.

It’s not just that Ed’s stupid, though, it’s that LaBute seems to assume that his audience is as well. I’m really friggin’ tired of the movie cliche of the haunted-cop-who-must-redeem-himself-for-the-death-he-failed-to-prevent, but at least said cop usually doesn’t also have to save his own child to balance the scales. This sort of double-motivation is a lily-gilding that is entirely unnecessary psychologically — what person wouldn’t save an innocent little girl from a horrible fate, given the opportunity? do we really need a lot of rationalization? — but also wastes screen time and makes the viewer feel as though he’s being treated like a five-year-old.

Annnnyway … unable to resist a damsel in distress, Ed chivalrously flies off to Willow’s home on Summersisle, a small island in Puget Sound, and begins flashing around his out-of-state police badge and conducting one seriously lameass investigation. The island and all its businesses and agriculture are run by women — all of whom wear horrible Laura Ashley dresses and speak like Amish who studied diction (and acting) by correspondence course — and the men — what few we see — are all curiously mute. Being an ignoramus, Ed doesn’t notice. Instead, he conducts his investigation, seeking to intimidate the locals with his (jurisdictionally useless) badge and getting frustrated with their vague responses and obvious mind games. This goes on for a while, as LaBute restages various scenes from the original, neglecting to include all the fun stuff, like the crazy-naked-horny dance that Britt Ekland (the original Willow) and her bootylicious body double did in the upstairs room at the pub. Instead of sexy fun (which LaBute — a Mormon convert who eventually left the LDS church but maintained its prudish sexual morality — is constitutionally incapable of providing anyway) we get a lot of cheap jump-scare effects; tiresome, portentous New-Agey speechifying; and Ellen Burstyn pooting around as Lady Summersisle herself, the queen bee of the island, the Sarah McLachlan of this never-ending Lilith Fair — if you will — who occasionally wears crazy Braveheart face paint, but only when it’s situationally appropriate, mind you.

In its sexual politics, LaBute’s Wicker Man is less like the original film than one of those ridiculous 1950s sci-fi movies about astronauts landing on a planet ruled by women. But the women here, given a position of power, are far more oppressive than the menfolk ever were, cutting out the men’s tongues and subjugating them into the most dehumanizing servitude. In LaBute’s conception, man (of whom Nic Cage is his questionable emblem) is the bringer of rational order, challenging a gynocentric world of crunchy-granola Earth-Mother worship. LaBute’s so scared of the “sacred feminine” that he could be the villain in a Dan Brown novel. His dismal view of women turns conventional film morality on its head — in traditional action movies, particularly westerns, the hero was the man who would never hit a woman. In this movie, Ed becomes heroic when he does hit women. When he pulls a gun on an unarmed woman so as to steal her bicycle, the audience cheers, but when he punches a dykey bitch in the face, they really go hog-wild.

If this movie were about Jews forcing Gentiles to slave away in their bank vaults while they took over the world, no studio in Hollywood would have touched it. If it were about African-Americans who shanghaied white folks into working in their watermelon patches, the NAACP would be up in arms. If it were about gay men recruiting straights to wash the jizz off their bathhouse walls, Carson Kressley’s stormtroopers would force the film’s producers to wear plaid with paisley. So why did an international consortium of production companies (at least seven are featured in the opening titles) scrabble together $40 million for LaBute’s misogynistic vision? Why is it still OK in Hollywood to treat women as the malevolent Other when pretty much every other special-interest group has found a way to prevent being so thoroughly demonized? LaBute’s film certainly offers no insights into relations between men and women, and it’s only scary if you were frightened by a vagina as a child. LaBute has made a loathsome and vile little potboiler, but the thing is, regardless of how offensive the film’s subtext may be, it’s hard to imagine even the most ardent feminist really getting worked up over it. It’s a horror movie without a single real scare, a thriller absent any genuine thrills; the only way in which it might be successful is as a sedative (the friend I dragged to the screening slept through half of it), so who really cares — or will stay awake long enough to notice — if it’s hateful?




And here are my comments:

THANK YOU.

This was not only the worst remake I've ever seen, it's one of the worst FILMS I can remember. It was obvious practically from the first five minutes that LaBute just did not get the point of the original Wicker Man AT ALL. It's not "Paganism is bad", but rather "Arrogance is dangerous". By removing the fact that the cop is a tight-assed fundamentalist Christian (and thanks for cluing me in to the reason for that stupid change), the script completely upended the whole plot, since that's the reason not only why the inhabitants of Summerisle (and why the extra "s"??) lured the cop there, but also why he fell for the whole thing. He was so busy getting offended by the paganism and so abysmally ignorant of other religious realities that he never saw the Wicker Man coming.

But nooooo. LaBute had to go the tackiest route possible, grabbing his balls in utter hysteria at the very idea that women might have something to say when it comes to religion. And just what is up with that change anyway? Why did he feel it necessary to make this what used to be called Dianic paganism? It's not like the kind of religion seen in the original doesn't exist anymore - I know plenty of American pagans. The superfluousness of the whole concept speaks volumes of LaBute's intense problems with women.

Take for instance the fact that the island he presents is so...grim. Nobody seems to have any fun, ever. In the original, you had a population of happy, hard-working, lusty people, tilling the earth and each other, content in their lives. In this version, the place is utterly joyless. No music, no dancing, no smiling, no laughter. Just frowsy, unwashed hags (old and young) ruled over by a horrid cliche of a wicked stepmother. Dreadful.

And the whole thing about "we came here hundreds of years ago to worship the Goddess". OH BITCH PLEASE. No one makes those kinds of claims anymore. That whole "tradition" thing went out the window years ago. Any pagan worth his/her salt knows that for the self-serving bullshit it is. If LaBute was going to make a film about a particular religion, I'd have expected him to do at least a bit of research first. Besides which, the kind of (un-)community presented here is completely unviable - there's no way it could survive fifty years, let alone five hundred.

I've been a happy worshipper of the Goddess for thirty years now. The original Summerisle is a place I've always longed to visit. But you couldn't possibly pay me enough money to step foot on LaBute's Island of the Fanged Vagina Monsters. (And yes, I am a woman myself.) It's beyond ridiculous - as the reviewer states here, it's insulting and pathetic, telling far more about LaBute and his genital panic than even he probably realizes.

Feh.


One more comment, in case anyone here didn't know:

The worst thing about this whole stupid film is that Robin Hardy (the director of the original Wicker Man) has been trying to get his update made for years now. Originally titled Riding the Laddie, now Cowboys for Christ, it's about a young fundie couple who come to Summerisle to convert the natives, and run afoul of the Wicker Man. It was set to star Christopher Lee in a reprise of his original role, and Sean Astin was going to play the young Bible-thumping dude. (Don't know who they were eying for the woman in the pair.) It sounded like a really interesting update.

But this utter piece of shite has probably trashed any chance of a really good take ever getting made. So that's another thing that TWM fans have to growl at LaBute about.





*sigh* Oh well. I still hold vain hopes of seeing Sean A. get shoved into that braided inferno someday. (Only because he'd be so damn good in the role, mind you.)

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