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So What’s With the Name, A Speaking Human?

You are a menace. A walking pestilence. – Dr. Zaius.

Welcome to my blog, I am the walking pestilence. “A Speaking Human” is derived from Charlton Heston’s character, George Taylor from Planet of the Apes. The quote by Dr. Zaius sounds like Bill Maher talking to Rush Limbaugh.

Doesn’t it seem like we conservatives are a shocking paradox to the Council of Liberals as Taylor was the Council of Apes? He was a speaking human! A menace! It seems they can’t believe that we actually have minds and we’re able to form coherent sentences. For too long they’ve read their liberal scrolls-the New York Times et al-repeated their euphemistic mantras, and delighted in movies and sitcoms crammed with political correctness to repeat the narrative and reenforce the mythology that all conservative are heartless, narrow-minded idiots.

It’s like we conservatives have come out of the woods-to the their surprise-already house broke and capable of using an indoor toilet. This confounds them. It doesn’t match the narrative they’ve been taught and so they try to cram us back in the outhouse and congratulate themselves on how evolved they are. It is written in the scrolls that we are all big eared inbred hillbillies, living in the fly-over states.

Is the Constitution in ruins, too?

I’m here, along with other conservative bloggers, to continue the confounding so that it may lead to disillusionment, which may be painful for the ‘liberal’, but ultimately worth it. I don’t do this to torment ‘liberals’ (note that on my blog I will usually put the word liberal in quotes because true believing ‘liberals’ are anything but…). Most are living the Matrix (the movie), existing completely clueless as to the core of what they’ve accepted and internalized, and perhaps unwittingly, promote. I see these Matrix ’liberals’ as comfortable and captive. I’m here to help inflict unrest on the comfy and set captives free from illusions. I want them to break free from the Council of Liberals and the so-called “Critical Theory” (google it).

Mainly I will writer about my passion, writing. I will also review movies, comment on music, attempt humor, occasionally do some Christian worldview apologetic, write a short story here and there, and update on the writing of my epic fantasy fiction saga under the working title of Blood and Soul. Book One of the Creed of Kings Saga. Six books are in the works, to be finished and released in sequence.

Part II: Noises in the Other Room

June 26, 2012 4 comments

I see my life, everyone’s life, as work in progress – I’m not finished yet! I’ve made terrible choices and few a good ones when dealing with these challenges mentioned yesterday about Jenny from Forrest Gump. Everyone does time for choices good and bad. Whether the debt is emotional or financial, in the physical or in the spiritual, it will be paid with sleepless nights, or a distracted mind etc. These ghosts haunt us until recognized and resolved. They will chase us out of windows into free-falls when we swear we were pushed but indeed seduced. At the price of peace self-deception reigns.

The wise do now what the fool does later. The issues of the Jenny types are a complete mystery to them. But, us the movie watchers, knew what the noise in the other room was. Instead of facing it, Jenny took a pill, ran away, drank a pint, and there are myriad reasons we ignore the obvious, too. I think we all have something knocking the other room.

I’m in a phase of life in which I realize this recognition and resolution must take place. Although I knew these things in theory when young, I ignored them to my ruin.

My days are full of things that crack the kettle. I’ve dropped my drumsticks too many times. I have stared at the stars as if they would move while I made music banging on a trashcan gilded with fool’s gold. With all these things in mind, I push forward, dragging my unfinished business in the court of the soul with me and I learn some new insight occasionally like a blind galaxy explorer finds a solar system. It’s those stars and worlds within the universe of your soul I wish to move, that is why I am drawn to write, not only blog entries but a heroic fantasy saga. Like me, it is a work in progress.

Perhaps you don’t even know what it is, but do you have something making noise in the other room of your soul that you are afraid to deal with?

Part I: Dancing Bears and Forrest Gump

June 25, 2012 3 comments

“No one can express the exact measure of his needs, or conceptions, or sorrows. The human language is like a cracked kettle on which we beat out a tune for a dancing bear, when we hope with our music to move the stars.”

Gustave Flaubert, from the book Madame Bovary (Yes, I have read the whole book.)

To me those words by Flaubert come close to moving the stars. When I read those words years ago they gave me great pause, as if I had read something holy. I’ve never read something that so succinctly summed up my own hope and frustration when it comes to expressing my deepest thoughts. I pause acknowledging the near impossibility of “moving the stars.”

Do you think Jenny, in the movie Forrest Gumpwanted to play guitar and sing her songs while naked at a bar, in front of a bunch of horny men? This is not the dream she wanted. She was too ‘enlightened’ to see it at the time. She wanted to move a person’s soul. She accepted the prior mentioned situation out of the illusion of unworthiness – she didn’t think anyone would listen to her with her clothes on, that is, their perceptions of her. The meeting of two illusions.

One of the profound lessons from the movie Forrest Gump is, although Jenny had none of the challenges Forrest had, he excelled in life and she went nowhere in spite of her beauty, creativity and “free spirit.” Jenny never tapped into her potential. She tried to escape her early life by becoming an escaptist, but she fueled it with more illusions. She traveled to many places, just as Forrest did, but never went anywhere in her soul at least not until she realized she was going to die. Jenny was living her life from the false perception of her unworthiness – she thought the things cast upon her were indeed her and not what she had falsely imagined as her center of being. They were things that existed only in her mind. She allowed this to deflect and warp her sacred life journey.

Forrest had concrete disadvantages (IQ of 75 or 80 I think?) not misconceptions. Jenny was lost, Forrest was exploring – there is a difference. What if Jenny had lived like Forrest? Forrest indeed “moved the stars”. Jenny “beat out a tune for a dancing bear.” Jenny never overcame the expectant doom or fear in life. She was a slave to her false beliefs about her self.  She misconceived her life and ran away to what she thought was freedom simultaneously imprisoning her soul to the dark corners of her mind. It’s a paradox, she demonstrated that she thought of herself as better than Forrest. She remained bound in misconceptions while she cried out “Run Forrest run!” and he turned the sorrow of weak legs shackled by braces, into joy.

Do you think Jenny thought she was above Forrest?

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A follow-up post comes tomorrow.

DC Comic fail: Green Lantern Wrong Choice

June 7, 2012 2 comments

Rise of Apes Fighting Big Pharma

The movie is unique in that it’s made without any connection to the original. It’s a new experience completely, while it winks at the original 1968 movie in the dialog. It’s earth-based and sets up a wholly new enterprise. Andy Serkis, of Lord of the Rings renown, plays the CGI chimp Caesar and steals the show from the real cast. Another Oscar for Peter Jackson’s Weta Digital is possible, I think.

Watching Caesar is reason enough to go see the movie. Emotions conveyed in
Caesar’s face are touching and stunning, a marvelous achievement.

The screenplay is mostly solid but a little wobbly toward the end. It begins with Will Rodman (James Franco) working on a DNA based cure for Alzheimer’s. He discovers a serum that repairs and enhances the brain. A female chimp, used as a lab rat, shows promise. Things go bad—“surprise”—and investors flee. The evil corporate master, except for a baby male stolen away like Moses by Rodman, orders the chimps put down. Rodman agonizing over his father’s deterioration from Alzheimer’s administers the serum to him, he’s cured. Then, Rodman discovers the baby chimp has inherited the brain-enhancing DNA from the mother. Five years later Caesar is removed and sent to a place that rehabs chimps raised in the circus etc. The apes are tormented by an evil “zoo keeper”…surprise.

Caesar becomes a “union organizer”. You can smell jailbreak like a clogged commode in the theater. Chaos ensues. The apes rampage out of their cages into San Francisco. Hide your wife, hide your children.

The story moves on with some plot gadgetry so that the apes can do what the do, but it’s endurable because the story is compelling enough.

The bad guys are agonizingly cliché, Big Pharma (or Big Business) serves as the all-too-familiar antagonist from Hollywood’s grab bag of cooking cutter villains. “Hillbillies” being mean to the apes come from a Hollywood screenplay writer’s narrative of the TEA Party (people in the fly-over states), cut off sleeves, angry, stupid, and white. The police, again, serve as the blind force of ignorance and oppression. You’ve seen this movie. I’m surprised Caesar wasn’t hauled off to shape up in Catholic school, another Hollywood cliché for psychological damage and bad science.

After a solid set up the story-structure became a little wobbly in the last few minutes. I had to fill in the blanks with plausible off-stage events played out in my mind to give it some underpinning.

These apes had a flaw. They just flat weren’t menacing enough. They have fights amongst themselves and Caesar organizes them, leads them in a revolt. But the apes are self-actualizing and not really scary like the apes of ’68.

Caesar becoming a spokesape for PETA is feasible in the sure-to-come sequel.

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