I think I'm back, maybe not. Three days of humid heat in the high 90s mighta boiled my brain and possibly some other innards. Our power came back on finally this afternoon, bringing with it the a/c. Not too late, I hope. Lightning knocked a transformer or substation or something out about midnight Friday. That's the zombie hour. Could be what happened to me. Made me one of the living dead. Feels a little that way, altho I don't have enuf energy to stick my arms out and stagger around grimacing and groaning. Not sure why anybody would do that anyway, even zombies. Maybe the real ones don't.
Another thing I don't have enuf energy to do: Google stuff, like for this post, such as whether Apocalypse should be capitalized. I think it probly should be, which is why I'm doing it here. If one of you knows better, put it in the comment thread, please. Thank you.
So...jeezuz I hate it when New York Times reporters, who otherwise sound like independent, informed thinkers, start out sentences with "so." Just wanted to get that off my chest. WTF's with that? I've heard two of them do it now in NPR interviews. Valley boys?
So the wife and daughter spent the nights at Aunt Karen's in Poquoson while yours truly stayed home to tend the generator and seek truth in sweat and suffering. That got old quick. So two nites in a row yours truly went to the movies. Saturday nite was Men in Black 3, which was a hoot. Better than the other two Men in Blacks. Sunday it was Abraham LIncoln: Vampire Hunter. Fun, but not as much of a hoot as MIB, maybe because it didn't seem to be trying to be funny, even tho the book is said to have been intentionally so.
Verily, we have arrived at the sermon portion of this post. Relax, this will not consist of pretentious movie reviews. I don't see enuf movies to qualify in the review genre. Nope, this sermon is about the proliferation in our entertainment milieu of aliens and vampires and, of course, the ubiquitous zombies. I'm speaking, brothers and sisters, of the books and video games and TV serieses and movies that make it OK to watch humanoid or otherwise sentient creatures being slaughtered at whim and without a tingle of remorse. And with video games - X-box, I believe is the hip thing now - you get to be the virtual executioner.
Coupled with this is the growth of cool, with its drift from the stoicism of black musicians in the face of white contempt to a contempt by a generation or two of people of all races for any kind of enthusiasm. It is now required to watch an atrocity, presumably from a remote vantage, without showing the slightest reaction other than an occasional raucous bark meant to simulate laughter, and the only words you're permitted to utter are, for males, a restrained giggling recap of something unusually cruel, or, for females, the single word "gross."
Were I paranoid I might suggest our younger generations are being conditioned, deliberately, for an Apocalypse that will come about when the have nots in our species turn against the haves, violently, enabling the haves to bring about an extermination the likes of which Hitler and Stalin and Pol Pot, to name only the first three to come to my boiled zombiefied brain, could have imagined in only their happiest dreams.
One proven technique for manipulating people to view other people as killable is to get the first group to start thinking of the other in subhuman terms, as the Hutus did when they declared the Tutsis "cockroaches" in the Rwandan genocide of 1994. The Hutus weren't stomping babies to death! Oh, no. That would have been inhuman. They were crushing cockroaches.
I'm not paranoid, however. Do not for a minute think that I am. I'm not. I AM NOT PARANOID!!!! ARRRROOOOOOOOOOOOO...