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Speechless on the Brink of the Abyss. January 30, 2008

Posted by azandi in Essays.
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When one surveys the sundering landscape of the American socio-political sphere, I’m certain even the most daft and cognitively-lax plebian can detect the subtle, sinister underlying aura incubating in the very foreground of the whole chaotic interface. It has now become a normative expression of the political culture to extrude daily the grotesque and obscene exhibitions of flagrant abdication of every conceivably standard of morality and integrity imaginable by the slobbering goons purported to be our anointed representatives. On every side, translucent demagogues deliver driveling, fabrication-laden artifically-manufactured pandering propaganda to the masses. This is Orwellian ilk, just flat-out obfuscatory lies streamlined with nonsensical little catch-phrases and buzz-words intentionally forged to conceal, distort, or absolve the speaker of the very notion or importance of truth. This is patently obvious rhetorical garbage any child with a primary education can a fragment of primordial sentience could cut through instanteously. In fact, a child would probably be insulted by the very proposition that they could have been stupid enough to subscribe to the outright untruths spewed by politicians in their laughable little campaign speeches.

And yet the sycophantic lemmings that comprise the constituencies of completely unfit to lead opportunistic frauds the likes of Hillary Clinton, Mitt Romney, Mike Huckabee Barack Obama and John Edwards evidently have relenquished their naturally-imbibed resistance to subversion, shamelessly swallowed their dignity and continued on their dangerous propaganda binge. This testifies to the culmination of the sobering trend of a societal fatalistic shrug; of an abandonment of any regard for the truth or a constant sustainment and acquisition of knowledge, a total compromisation of the probing and skeptical mind, a rejection of the cornerstone American principle of an informed and vigilant American citizenry. Nothing proves this grim conceptual supposition more than observing the insanely tumultuous applause received by the inherent charlatans lobbying for presidential ascention in 2008.

Why do people perceive Barack Obama as such an commendable an impressive man? What does have? What has he done? He virtually has no record, he served two terms in the Senate, and now its blazingly obvious those years were simply to satisfy a rudimentary prerequisite, so that he claim to have something under his belt. He constantly, ad nauseum, to the point of didactic bully pulpitry, blathers on about “change” and how he’s an agent of it. He casually tosses this word around as if its a self-evidently awe-inspiring and scholarly term. Well, maybe it is to those devoid of any forensic faculties, as is apparent by the rancorous following he’s established around himself. But to the rest of us, this sort of rhetoric is not only wholly banal and unimpressive, its downright suspicious. Change? What kind of change? Change for whom? This is an international man of mystery, we essentially know nothing of his platform, at all. We know nothing of his economic policy, nothing of his domestic policy, and the only thing we know of his foreign policy is that he seeks the sheepish retreat from Iraq shared by all democrats, but has also espoused bizarre, improvisational invasion plans for Pakistan, as if to demonstrate that he’s not the non-realist isolationist creampuff which has become the archetypical template for a democrat nowadays. On top of all this, his cultural upbringing is exceedingly dubious, with a whole myriad of credible charges of madrassa education and the fact that his “black culture” church’s master was an overt racist, this is not consoling to me at all, and it doesn’t help that he’s shamelessly evaded or denied all such scrutiny. The only thing I can honestly say I find truly admirable and unique about Senator Obama is his unprecedented figure as not only the first person of color to make a serious contention for the presidency, but also for the fact that he hasn’t pulled the race card. This, I must say, is quite a desirable expression of character, and unlike the other two democratic candidates, I’ll openly admit I wouldn’t be absolutely dismayed if if Obama was my next president, only very disappointed because I don’t believe he poseses the mental equipment or experience to lead us in such an extraordinarily volatile point in our history.

John Edwards I can’t really speak about with much fervor just because I don’t care. Does anybody? Dick Morris, granted a guy I really don’t like very much, said a good contingent of Edwards’ followers were white, classical populist southerners who don’t want a black or a woman president. I don’t know if this is true or not, but it may very wll be. Regardless, the thing that irritates me about Edwards is his silly little speeches about “two Americas” and the squalor and woes of the “common man” and other such cliche-ridden, depthless euphemisms. These transparent, contrived Huey Long impersonations must be the original lofty-minded, long-winded propandist American campaign capitulation, they’ve been used throughout the country’s history by fools attempting to appeal to the “all-American”, working class everyman population. As it was then and as it is now, its all innuendo and no substance, and therefore no one cares and no one votes. Its unsuprising that Edwards dropped out of the race today, even though he confidently and steadfastly asserted his commitment to campaign to the very end. Then again, if I was to posit that he cares abou broken promises, I’d be making the fallacious assumption that politicians have integrity. In any case, I’m pretty certain that all political pander aside, John Edwards is ultimately a good and hard-working person who’s had to endure a great deal of personal tragedy and turmoil in his life, so I wish him the best in that regard. I also think John Kerry, who was already one of the stupidest and most distasteful political underlings ever to shimmy into a position of actual power, ought to be thoroughly ashamed of himself for endorsing Obama rather than his own 2004 presidential running mate, so much for all that liberal fellowship.

Mike Huckabee reciprocates much of the same so-called “southern charm” and liberal populism exhibited by Edwards, except muddled by even more idiotic communicative baggage. He melds the highly dangerous components of laughably moronic religious innuendo and regressivist beliefs with atrocious and alarming socialistic economic policies and tops it off with a derelict and detestable paleoconservative disdain and absolute ignorance of foreign policy to create an unscrupulous, obnoxious, and backwards-minded doofus of a canddiate that can’t be acepted by either serious liberals or conservatives, evidently aiming to attract solely the most embarassingly mentally-calcified and impossibly credulous contingents of the religious right. He attempted to formulate around himself an image of a “good ol’ southern gentlemen”, compensating for his abject mediocrity and lack of knowledge in just about every category by framing his responses to inquiries with asinine yuk-yuk barnyard humor and devious political pirouetting. But evidently no one was dumb enough to buy intot his goonery, as South Carolina, the most evengelical state in the country, the place that Hickabee predicated his entire campaign on, went to McCain by a more than slim margin. The thing that made this whole episode worth it, even the ridiculous spectacle of Chuck Norris (a guy who in all due respect isn’t an authority on anything) campaigning on his behalf, was the sheerly hilarious sight of Mike Huckabee’s face after he lost the SC primary. And the insane fantasy ends.

And then we come to Mitt the Moronic Mormon. I don’t know what it is about him, his wholly unlikable, cold, anti-charismatic patrician demeanor, his ridiculous religious beliefs and his conniving refusal to acknowledge them, his constant, arbitrary corporate pandering and re-emphasis of his long presence in the business world yet his devious omission of its often disastrous implications and the vast numbers of employees he’s laid off. Or maybe its just his mind-bogglingly repetitive regurgitation of his meaningless little adopted slogan “Washington is broken”. What an astute observation, now remind me again why I’m to trust the son of a dynastic cult family, the peformer of one of the most incredibly unconvincing, non-genuine and universally ridiculed 360-degree spins on the abortion issue surviving in American politics, the former governor of a failed economic state and the benefactor of a multitude of failed business enterprises with absolutely zero foreign policy experience to come fix it and fix the plethora of problems we face abroad? Much like Obama’s “change fallacy”, Romney appears to be under the impression that repeating the same tired tripe over and over and not backing it with an iota of substance or credibility is enough to win elections. Clearly its not, as Romeny continues to plummet in the polls and in the delegate tally. Which is just great, I wouldn’t task this fellow with managing a bus station, let alone managing immensely complex international geopolitical configurations of which he knows nothing. He’s persistent, and has enough unearned wealth to squander on this likely ill-fated campaign to remain non-mollified up to the very end, but just like most everything else he’s said and done, it probably won’t amount to anything.

Which brings me finally to the truly monstrous villain of this whole political season, Hillary Rodham Clinton. To say that I would be seriously distraught and ashamed of my fellow countrymen if “she” (final adjudication of gender pending) was to be elected would be a colossal understatement. The election of Hellary would not only be one of the greatest national disgraces in American history, but it would also strike a devastating, perhaps irreversibly crippling blow to America’s standing in the world. A ’60s “New Society, Government is a Virtue” liberal of the worst conceivable dye, this is truly one evil, perhaps psychopathically disconnected bitch. The only other human being I can think of so utterly devoid of any sense of dignity, shame, integrity, or even genuine empathy towards his fellow man is her equally loathsome husband. It is as if to the Clintons all the previously enumerated inate funtions of the human psyche are mere illusions, anything and everything around them is stripped of all conceptions of a right-wrong dichotomy; the only thing that matters is if it can be employed as an asset for their own self-aggrandizement. They will and have pulled both the sex and the race card, are more than accustomed to lying to everyone about everything, often under oath, alternating opinions flagrantly for the purpose of political expediency as in Iraq, sometimes holding up to 3 different positions on the same issue and interchanging them within 15 minutes, as in the illegal immigration issue, and are expert practioners in some of the most callous, back-handed and downright nasty campaign tactics imaginable, i.e. “accidentally” discussing Obama’s previous drug history and then “apologizing” for it. These aren’t people with just distorted or deranged principles, that’s common place in politics. No, the Clintons are a vile duo to whom principles mean nothing, and evidently they mean nothing to their de-sensitized constituency either. Politics is like a fun little diversion for the Clintons, a game where the end prize is the White House. Once that’s been achieved, well, that’s it then! The End! Four years of fun for them, national and economic security, bah, what irrelevant banality, that can’t get in the way of the frivolous philandering that’s to be conducted in the Oval Office. The nation and its troubles can go to hell, the Clintons are back in town, and America’s its bitch, as well as many poor interns.

W ell, what a squalid squadron of presidential hopefuls, have we nothing to choose from? In my book the only desirable rarities in this batch of mediocrity are Rudy Giuliani, whom dropped out of the race this morning, and John McCain, who is now the essentially undisputed front-runner and poised to win the nomination. Rudy’s cataclysmic downward spiral will be taught in political science courses for years, the fact that a candidiate whom 3 months prior was the unchallenged supreme Republican de facto pre-appointed nominee, and now has abdicated his presidential bid with a sorry 4th place ranking, this is just extraordinary and unprecedented. Its not as if anyone couldn’t see this coming by about a month ago, it became increasingly obvious that Giuliani had somehow relenquished his critical thinking faculties, actually believing that he could stand a chance skipping Iowa, Michigan, New Hampshire, andSouth Carolina and still retain the momentum to move forward. Its rather sad, I liked him a great deal, but I suspect we’ll be seeing him again considering his endorsement of like-minded friend Senator John McCain, whom responded with a gracious thanks and praise of Giuliani, strongly insinuating a McCain-Giuliani ticket, something I called weeks ago. If this actually will fulminate, it will mark an incredibly badly needed and long-awaited transition of the Republican party back to the more moderate, secularist, neoconservative-minded rather than theoconservative-minded that is required to sustain itself for a very long time now. John McCain is a good and educated man, a hero and a genuine patriot, and the only candidate who knows a great deal about geostrategic foreign policy and the only candidate excluding Giuliani with a record of balancing the budget.. People sputter on about his age, but I see a genuine energy and ambition in him that I don’t see in the bored dronings of someone like Barack Obama, who looks like a young guy testing the system to see how quickly one can become president. I believe McCain-Giuliani have enough bipartisan appeal and galvanization power to easily squash a shriveling hag the likes of Hillary, however, this does lead to a bit of an old-school philosophical conundrum:

On one hand, I want Hillary to win the Democrat nomination, as she would be an easier opponent to vanquish and mobilize against than Barack, who is far more appealing and far more formidable on the national stage. On the other hand, I don’t want her to win, simply because I don’t like seeing her happy. But I suppose the ultimate solution to this puzzle is the factthat even if Hillary does win the party’s nomination, a defeat in the general elections would be a far sweeter victory for the side of justice.

In the end, all the straight-faced lies and shameless rape of the very notion of truth, the disgusting, almost pornographic politikking and pandering and manipulation of human perception that is the make-up of American politics, in the end it all amounts to an over-arching aegis of absolute white noise. Here we are, just on the nascent beginnings of a new century and a new millennium, facing one of the most dangerousenemies of our time and great economic struggles, and a whole gang of moon-faced plutocratic grunts are blathering on against each other over the most trivial of matters, just to succeed into an office they damn well know they’re unfit for just to attain status recognition. Have we not greater matters to concern ourselves with? What the hell are you imbeciles thinking?

President George W. Bush just delivered his final state of the union speech. Gone were the rigorous declarations of animus towards our enemies in North Korea and the theocrats in Tehran, all was left was an admittedly admirable call to remain steadfast in Iraq, as if to cling upon this one great idea before it is finally dissipated into the final mire of American political indifference. The final verdict of this presidency in the history books will not be one of failure, the ability to democratize two fascist states and neutralize several others in 8 years, that’s commendable.

No, Bush’s greatest failing was his inability to proclaim his own message. The reason we’re seeing this maelstrom of chaotic political dementia is in part a filling of the void created by the president’s incapacity, or perhaps refusal, to decry his vision. Instead of categorically capitulating his true inner-convictions of what he perceived as the true implications of 9/11; not to fight a “war on terror”, which is a self-evidently ludicrous term tantamount to calling World War II a “war on kamikazism”, but to fight a “War on Islamic Fundamentalism”, which would entail not simple WMD easter-hunts, but a grand, long-lasting civilizational confrontation encompassing drastic geopolitical, cultural, and economic re-configuration. This is what he truly believes was necessary, and this is what his core neoconservative supporters and advisors believe was necessary and still do. I do as well. But he didn’t, beyond his quite well-done 9/11 aftermath speech, his rhetoric has been glossed with fluffy innuendo and circumvention of the real issues at hand, all in an effort not to tell the truth he knows is true, in part because he doesn’t possess the natural linguistic and intellectual faculties to express it with precision, also in part because its an immensely complicated and difficult case to make, and the population may of rejected him.

But it would have been worth it, and it would have been necessary, and it would have saved us from the torment we endure now; a politics contorted by the inane squabbles of unknowing politicians babbling to an unknowing populous.

When faced by daunting and numerous adverse forces and are rendered incapable of making a serious reaction, turn the other way and slobberon about something else.

Thus is the creed of the American politician.

Linguistic Assessment of Movies Exposition (LAME): Cloverfield. January 19, 2008

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Before I delve into the bulk of this review, i find it incumbent upon myself to establish the fact that half of the Cloverfield story is embedded within the complex, 7 month-long viral marketing framework that was crafted as a hype-generation platform preluding the film’s debut. Since this so-called “Pre-Cloverfield Phenomenon” is essentially quite ancillary to the actual content of the movie, I won’t be extrapolating within this writing; but I have already done that in full in an article posted two months ago. You can find that here, it would be advisable to read that first, as it serves as an adequate backdrop for the whole Cloverfield project. In any case, on to the review.

Its an often proliferated saying that one should always enter the movie theater with a sense of pre-established low expectations, ergo no matter how mediocre or outrightly abhorable a film is, you won’t be disappointed since the benchmarks were already delineated to quite low standards. I usually exercise this preliminary psychological mantra, the last time I was truly anticipating a magnum opus before I had seen a movie was when the lights dimmed and the picture began five years ago, right before The Return of the King. But in that case I think it was well justified to retain a healthy reserve of excited hype, and my expectations, which were already quite high, were exceeded far beyond anything I could have imagined.

Yesterday I walked in to an opening day screening of Cloverfield, a movie I had no knowledge of a mere 8 months prior, a movie that wasn’t even in pre-production a year ago. And yet, to my gross folly, I had afforded it a relatively high preemptive appraisal. Having entrenched myself in the myriad of advertising devices and alternative reality games gravitating around this movie for the last half-year, I was intrigued to find out if the often meandering, superfluously “intricate”, somewhat annoying at times marketing ploys woudl pay off in the end with a grand fulmination masterfully interlaced with the prose of the film. All the hyper-realistic, conspiracy-laden “backstory” framed within the pre-Cloverfield campaign framework, compiled with J.J. Abrams forte for composing media saturated with rich, multi-faceted plotlines and deeply engrossing character archetypes and development, seemed like the ideal recipe for a superb movie.

But even in the midst of all this excitement and heated anticipation, not too far within the recesses of my mind I had the lingering sense that this entire enterprise was largely a facade, that this whole advertising campaign scheme was just too exaggerated and overtly silly at times to be non-duplicitious and that a lot of people were going to be delivered something completely unexpected and disappointing on January 18th. I should have paid higher regard to this intuition, as unfortunately it turned out to be quite right.

It appears that my latent skepticicism and suspicions proved too true. The meticulously engineered marketing campaign that served as an overture to opening day was merely a tool to envisage a false-portrait of reality, an incredibly clever concealment protocol designed with the sole intention of hyperbolizing and sensationalizing what Cloverfield’s far more uuninspiring and non-compelling premise actually was: a generic monster movie framed under a Blair Witch shaky-cam concept. The plot tapestry woven by all the Cloverfield propaganda machine, brimming with ruthless and shadowy corporate juggernauts, bio-research, violent rebel-outfits, and likewise, was completely in absentia from the movie.

What we got instead was a largely cliche-ridden and depthless teen-thriller flick without a trace of plot-composition ingenuity. In fact, at first I thought I had sat in at the wrong movie; the opening was just unforgivably atrocious. For 20 minutes we’re given host to the ghastly, almost literally sickening spectacle of some semi-retarded goon walking about a stereotypical New York young contemporary  ”Facebook-socialite” party, listening in on some of the stupidest and unbelievably non-genuine scripted dialogue I’ve ever heard in a non-comedic movie. It goes on and on, within the first 15 minutes we’ve been introduced to a whole cast of unappealing, uninteresting templatic characters and who they’ve slept with. The whole time I’m thinking, “ok, this is just an over-extended opening, its going to end any moment now, any minute now they’ll cut to the action, come on, any second now, just keep on enduring, it’ll pay off…”.

But no, it didn’t end any time soon, it went on for over a quarter of an hour. I just paid $8 to see what was purportedly the scariest and most innovative monster movie of all time, and isntead I’m subjected to what could have very well been the latest American Pie iteration. I don’t know what the hell they were thinking, was this Abrams’ miserable attempt to paly “hipster” and seem cool for all the teenage prats in the audience? Its noteworthy to point out that theres a line early on that pretty much quintessentially describes the characters at play in this film:

“Rob (the protagaonist), you’re a douchebag.”

Crude, but adequate. New York City is under the merciless onslaught of a gargantuan monstrocity, and we’re stuck tagging along with a group that’s for the most part made up of stock, transparent losers, attempting to sympathize with their precarious situation whilst enduring their at times extraordinarily idiotic conversations. Seriously now, couldn’t we have come up with a more swashbuckling, or at least serious entourage of heroes? Manhattan is on the brink of absolute annihilation, and we have to observe the escapades of emotionally-insecure 20-somethings?

There finally is a conceptual transition from a trainwreck romantic teen comedy to a monster thriller, but the story simply doesn’t cross over. By the end of the movie virtually all of the questions anyone wants answers in this sort of an affair (what exactly is the monster? where did it come from? what impelled it? was it ever truly destroyed?) were left completely unanswered. By the time the credits start rolling, you’ll know more about the sex-lives of the banal and by-the-book two-dimensional characters than you’ll know about the nature of the only character anyone gives a damn about, the monster. This, above all else, testifies to the absolute synoptical bankruptcy of this film, which is a serious betrayal on the production’s part to the legions of fans who had rightfully set their bars as high as Bad Robot had touted this picture.

Where Cloverfield does succeed is in the core intensity of the action. Abrams seemed it prudent to compensate really any semblance of a seriously-crafted storyline with adrenaline-pumped filmographic overdrive. This is a pretty exhilarating movie, and it boasts arguably the best FX in any film produced in this style; granted thats not saying that much, but put that aside for now. Some scenes are pretty shocking, and one generally won’t be bored whilst watching.

Analagously, Cloverfield is perfectly tantamount to a roller-coaster. Its bumpy, exciting and far too short. Its fun while it lasted, yet leaves people with a distinct sense of a lot to be desired, even motion-sickness. If taken at face value, as simply a cookie-cutter Holywood thriller with lots of bangs, explosions, blood and a big monster, coupled with stupid and artificially constructed characters, seasoned with ridiculously lame dialogue and a pathetically facile romantic plot device, you’ve got yourself an average action flick. Fork out the $8, watch it in the cinemas with your friends, have fun for the ride. Don’t expect much and don’t bother with the DVD.

It saddens me that the above paragraph is ultimately what my final verdict of this, a movie I had thought was going to be and am still convinced could have been much more. J.J. Abrams can be fully implicated in this regard, and I’m quite certain that the general consensus from the filmgoing community of overall dissatisfaction and disappointment over this project will be of serious detriment to his credibility. Let this be a lesson to all filmmakers: if you’re going to make just an average, unastonishing movie, have the damn sense to not disperse flagrantly false advertising, it’ll give you a Cloverfield-sized monster bite in the ass in the long run.

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The Grim Banality of Political Pollstery. January 18, 2008

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Over the past few weeks, its been an exercise in intellectual constitution and cerebral endurance to observe the curious hybrid of psychological torment and unmitigated farce that has been the primary season pundit commentary and “analysis”. Night after night, I forced myself for the sake of retaining my personal status in the mainstream socio-political “mode” to be witness the freakish human exhibition of squabbling, bickering, incoherent, unintelligible monkeys in suits blathering on about the “latest numbers” and “breaking viewer feedback info”, touting the inane and wholly meaningless projections of some randomly generated, factually-devoid and inconsequential poll as tantamount to the empirical data presented by a leading research study.

Dick Morris, Frank Luntz, and all the rest, they make up a circus cast of so-called ”political analyists” and “strategists”, and they’ve been occupying the airwaves ad nauseum this political season, and their trademark inherent normative audacity reverberating with an undeserved sense of accomplishment is in full bloom. These mendacious goons are invited to every network as “experts” on public policy matters and the hard mathematics of campaign management. They slobber out meaningless statistics from some obscure conducted 5 minutes prior to the program going on the air, or even worse, they employ the ridiculous spectacle that is the “Luntz Meter”, a nonsensical little gimmick that gauges the trigger-happy responses of a bunch of nobodies apparently snatched from the street to jingoistic buzz-words spat out by presidential-hopefuls. Its not clear if this ludicrous little thing is supposed to be a self-evidently satirrical joke, an exercise in gauging the susceptibility of the average drone to innately propagandist slogans or that they actually don’t understand how stupid and non-impacting the whole concept is.

The proposition that a group of bantering doofuses on a cable news network can actually predict determine with even relative accuracy the outcome of an election is almost as asinine as liberal half-wits at a Greenpeace herbosexual convention claiming they can adjudicate global climate figures a century from now. This accuracy is actually quite potent; much like the environment, the socio-political climate and how it interfaces with a largely uninformed, reserved and uncaring citizenry is an incredibly undecipherable codex to tackle. America’s political atmosphere is tumultous and in a state of constant fluctuation and disarray, no one can predict it. The fact that a dressed-up bureaucrat can actually make a lucrative career pretending that he can is just insulting.

That all being said, I too made a mistake in my calculations on the developments of Campaign ‘08. I instilled too much trust in Rudy Giuliani’s critical thinking faculties, or perhaps even in his capacity to think rationally at all. The notion that anyone can be under such a grossly false perception to believe that they can just casually skip Iowa, new Hampshire, Michigan and South Carolina, and just place all bets in Florida illustrates a clear serious failure in analytical prowess on Giuliani’s part. I don’t know if he just became fat with overconfidence in his tremendous front-runner margin only a few months ago, or if he just became lazy, but Giuliani managed to perform a nearly unprecedented feat in status relenquishment, and I’m pretty sure at this point he’s out of the running.

Which leaves the space open for only one more tenable canddiate in book, John McCain. I’ve always liked the guy quite a bit, he was the loudest proponent of the surge in Congress, he banked essentially his entire career on it and his determination and devotion to it payed quite off for him, as well as demonstrating a great formidability in character. I do disagree with him on some things, namely his rhetoric in regards to global warming, which I see is given a bit too much urgency in my view, as well as his opposition to the Bush tax cuts, but in all fairness he was opposed to them because they weren’t coupled with equal spending reductions, and he was actually quite right on the mark there. But in general I respect and admire Senator McCain a great deal, he undoubtably holds the greatest foreign policy experience of the lot, and is certainly infinitely more desirable than a village idiot-hick preacher turned village idiot-hick turned politican like Mike Huckabee or a snivelling, unprincipled cultist like Mitt Romney, both of whom are completely untakable. As for Fred Thompson, it never even appeared to me like he even acted as though he wanted to become the next president, pun intended.

But I’m not going to be making any more formal endorsement banners or anything, the Giuliani one has been removed and you won’t be seeing the emergence of a new one unless McCain or Giuliani (or both, as running-mates, which isn’t entirely unlikely) actually win the nomination. The seas of American politics are rough and nearly intraversable, I won’t pretend to be a fortune-teller in regards to its various gravitations, in direct contrast to the rambling bimbos of the media, I’ll leave all the patently inaccurate and improvised election forecasting to them.

Like the Seraphim Phoenix I arise once again with a glorious burning light… January 18, 2008

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(Dramatic enterance) 

Well, the semester begins anew next week, and my 4 week break is nearing its conclusion. During the site’s period of suspended animation the past few weeks I’ve been up to a lot of stuff, including taking advantage of my behemoth quad-core  Vista 64x, Geforce 8800 4 gig powerhouse system, syncing up my exponentially superior to “i-Poo’d” new 30gb white Zune, and slacking in general.

 Theres a lot to pontificate about, but as for the very immediate future, I should have a politically-oriented editorial up on the site later in the day, as well as a review for Cloverfield either later tonight or early tomorrow.

Dystopian’s Best and Worst of 2007. January 1, 2008

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All right 2007, its your day of reckoning. Time to lay down the law and see who won, and who completely failed, this year. Lets roll. 

Best movie- 3:10 to Yuma

In a sea of abject, procrustean filmographic mediocrity this year, Yuma illuminated the festering smog of sub-par cinema. A modern day Western masterpiece, it actually successfully manged to not only pay due respects to the original movie from which it was based, but in this not so humble critic’s opinion, actually improved upon it. 5/5 stars, this will surely be remembered as a flawless epochal masterpiece of the genre.

Runner-ups: American Gangster, I Am Legend, The Golden Compass

Best Album- Dream Theater: Systematc Chaos

Technical, atmospheric, beautiful, heavy. An eclectic masterpiece by the premier virtuostic progressive metal and overall greatest musical outfit in the world, this was simply put a superb album. Contrasting against Metropolis pt. 2, Six Degrees of Inner Turbulence and Octavarium, this wasn’t a concept album, but rather an expansive and encompassing odyssey in sound. Every track stands on its own as a finely crafted strand in a grand artistic tableau, from the 26 minute long epic “In the Presence of Enemies” to the thrash-prog headbanger “The Dark Eternal Night” to the mellow and deeply moving vibrations of “Repentence”, this is surely one of DT’s best, and my nominee for album of the year.

Runner-ups: 3- The End is Begun, Opeth- The Roundhouse Tapes, Rush- Snakes & Arrows

Game of the Year- The Orange Box

There really isn’t any room for argument here. Half-Life 2 still champions as the greatest PC game of all time, but then when you couple it with both expansions, the most innovative puzzle game ever, and one of the greatest team based online multiplayer experiences ever conceived, there is simply zero room for debate.

Runner-up: Bioshock

Aight, now things get interesting….

Most Important Person- Benazir Bhutto

It is a tremendous tragedy that this nomination must arise from such sorrowful circumstances, but that can’t be helped. Bhutto, along with other Middle-Eastern reformer secularists the likes of Ataturk and Pahlavi, have always been my heroes. An incredibly educated and cultured Oxford trained woman, her unequivocal bravery cannot be disputed; she returned for no personal advantage or zealous ambition, willingly putting herself into a suicidal position just in an ultimately futile attempt ot reprieve the beleaguredcountry she so loved, only to be slain by some fundamentalist cretin (some say its al-Qaida, some sayts it was a Musharaff assassin, neither prospect would surprise me) In a sense, Pakistan has always been one of the most unrescuably squalid provinces of the Middle-East. From its inception as the failed religious experiment of the Indian traitor and fanatic Muhammad Ali Jinnah, its been for its entire lifespan a land devoid of resources, technology, intellectual surplus or a will to survive, instead mired by a maelstrom of totallitarianism and violence. Etymologically, “Pak” in Arabic translates to “clean”, and “Stan” translates to “land of”, an insulting and ludicrous Islamic formulation essentially envisaging a “kingdom of the undefiled”, free from the “Hindu pagans”. Gandhi had warned that Pakistan’s existence would be disastrous and would only segregate and damage the Indian people, to the deaf ears of a goonish messianic fool like Jinnah, Perhaps it is an inavoidable fate, that this is simply a state that is destined to fail, an absolute travesty that such an impressive and formidable human being like Bhutto had to perish because of it. Bite the hand that bleeds, Pakistan.

Runner-ups- Gen. David Petraeus and the United States Armed Forces

Tool of the Year- Jamie Lynn Spears

Oh my, this was probably the hardest catagory to adjudicate, for the sheer fact of the staggering over-saturation of the competition for the award nowadays. But really, it doesn’t really get much more miserable than leeching off of the worthless namesake of your talentless, fad-career dried rehab-whore sister, frontlining a phenomenally mediocre tween sitcom on a network so abysmally mired in consumerist gutter that it has actually managed the impossible feat of utterly relenquishing more of its former credibility than Disney, getting a date-rape pregnancy, and exploiting the situation to create a ghastly Frankenstein monster of a “pre-marital sex readiness special”, thus subverting every strain of moral conscience and individual integrity imaginable, all in one blow. Now thats what I call one worthless waste of human flesh, aka a tool. Congrats Jamie, it’ll be the only thing you’ll ever win in your life.

Runner-ups: Rosie O’Donnell, Ann Coulter, Dinesh D’Souza, Mike Huckabee, Al Gore, Andrew Meyer, Caitlin Upton

And thats about it, I gotta say this has been a great year on every front, heres hoping 2008 will bring more great things to praise and more imbeciles to make mockery of.

Happy New Year all, keep it prog, see ya in ‘08! :D