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My Maniacal Rant, Chapter Two, Part Eight

White noise: According to dictionary.com, it is also called white sound, a steady, unvarying sound, used to mask or obliterate unwanted sounds…

White noise: This was the sound of Donald Trump’s voice for me after he deflected his advocacy of sexual assault by going full-Fox-News and dismissing it as just locker-room banter. I swear I saw a little Sean Hannity, whispering in his ear about how to make the so-very deplorable become so-very digestible for the Republican Base. Apparently, the American People should continue to let men tell them not to worry about guy-talk, or how it may lead to sexual assault…or just how it’s plain indecent and SHOULD NOT be dismissed as “locker-room talk.” Boys will be boys, so let’s move on… Trump told Anderson Cooper that the Clinton News Network anchor hadn’t heard properly what Trump said, and by extension, Trump told the American People that we didn’t hear him right either. His voice started sounding like the adults in the Peanuts world right off the bat, when Trump successfully deflected the most horrific recording released to the public of a Presidential candidate ever…The drone in my ears, I think, is my brain defending my soul from Trump’s corruptible white sound.

White noise: The barely audible cheer heard across the country as White America regained their champion after Hilary Clinton dropped the ball last night…

Scott C. Guffey, M.A.

My Maniacal Rant, Chapter Two, Part Six

I’d been reviewing all of the commentary on Trump this morning, and I had to step out onto my porch for a moment of reflection. I pondered how we have come to this point in our national discussion.

A loud pick-up truck did a partial stop at the intersection. In the back window, the owner had a slogan surrounding the American Flag. Across the top, it read, “God, Guns, Guys,” and across the bottom, “Made the USA.”

I appreciated the clarity of the moment.

My mother had called me, so I stepped outside so as to avoid the necessity of fulfilling my familial obligation to talk to my mother, knowing that picking up that phone, at this moment when Trump has finally proven he’s a sexually-deviant creature unworthy of our national respect, knowing that it’s just not a good idea to answer the damn phone and have to explain my political and religious ideologies to my mother…I just ran out of the room, and entered the sun-shiny outdoors for a quick breath…

…I was talking to God out loud on the back porch, and He showed me an American truck.

It was just not a good idea to answer the phone. My mother knows this, but she needs to hear my voice. I get it because I need to hear hers too, but I just have fallen into that awful trap where we’re screaming at each other…just too many times in the past…I can’t do it…

I can’t hear a defense of Donald Trump and the Fox News talking points right now.

After the truck passed from the intersection, I bartered with myself about listening to the voice-mail my mother left. I did this for a good half-hour, trembling like a pansy about talking to my mother.

The first thing that came to my mind the night before, after fully hearing the full audio and video of Trump’s conversation with Billy Bush, was that this will not matter to Trump voters. Then, I wondered if this would matter to the women in my family. Finally, I affirmed how it would matter to a world in which my daughters mature…

I decided to wait for my wife to come home and listen to the message from my Mom for me. I turned off the politics on the TV and watched some college football, but I realized I couldn’t focus on the game because I started irrationally creating scenarios where my mother was leaving a message, telling me she was so very sorry for actually suggesting Trump was a better choice than Hillary…or there was an emergency that occurred, and I was stubbornly not fulfilling my familial obligation of maintaining contact…or my mother was disowning me from afar.

I shouted aloud to no one in particular, “God damn it,” and I listened to the message.

She hadn’t heard from me since August, and she hopes that the reason I haven’t reached out to her is because of this election thing.

I had teared-up when I looked down at my cell-phone and saw my Mom was calling me, because I knew I couldn’t answer that bleeping phone, and she teared-up as she ended the message telling me that she loves me…

…I love you too, Mom, but I can’t answer the phone right now.

I hope you understand.

Scott C. Guffey, M.A.

My Maniacal Rant, Chapter Two, Part Five

Please feel free to read the following essay using the internal literary-reading voice of Kevin Spacey’s House of Cards character, Francis Underwood, yet make no mistake that it is the voice of the Maniacal Professor:

I came into the Vice-Presidential Debate hoping Tim Kaine would tear Mike Pence a new one…

…I came out of the Vice-Presidential Debate’s aftermath so very sullen, because Pence had actually gained my respect, despite his transparently-false denials…and I carry a grudge against my governor, for which I still feel justified because of his shilling for Trump and his abuse of Indiana’s educational system, but I just cannot deny that I share his rhetorical persona…

…I begrudgingly admit I find Mike Pence to be likable…

…because he’s so very good at deflecting with the good-natured Hoosier personality of being neighborly…respectfully disagreeing…sharing your experience…attempting to relate…using a NASCAR or hunting analogy every now and then…just trying to be friendly while trying to explain white Christian ethics to all the brown and black people that have shown up so suddenly in the metropolitan areas of Republican Red-and-White-Yet-Not-Necessarily-Accepting-Of-Blue Indiana…

…but Mike Pence is still shilling to Donald Trump, simply so he can run for President in 2020 after Hillary Clinton is elected to the office on November 8th of this year…fingers crossed…still not sure because I check my Facebook feed WAY too eff-ing often during these last thirty days of this election cycle.

My thesis: I try to be a good-natured Hoosier, but it’s damn hard to do so when more than half of Indiana is voting for Trump. The way I carry out this ideology is easy enough, because I do enjoy and practice the following Hoosier ethics:

  1. Pay your fair share
  2. Live within your means
  3. Be kind to your neighbor

Trump does not follow these three components. Mike Pence does; therefore, I think Mike Pence is a better candidate for President.

I do not enjoy showing up to the polling booth to vote for Hillary Clinton, ESPECIALLY after Bill Clinton has gone bat-shit crazy and seriously, openly criticized Barack Obama’s legacy. He is not helping his wife’s cause, unless he figures he is driving every woman voter her way by matching Trump’s misogyny…

…at any rate, I will be voting for Hillary Clinton, and I hope fellow Hoosiers and Americans realize that Clinton shares the aforementioned three values more than Donald Trump. She is not exactly the embodiment of the three values, but it is undeniable that Donald Trump is the complete antithesis of these three moralistic values;

I admit publicly that I am voting against Donald Trump.

This is a difficult admission because I enjoy voting for a candidate; I do not enjoy voting against a candidate…

…but that is our reality in 2016.

I also admit that I will probably consider voting for Mike Pence if Hillary Clinton does not work out after four years.

I invite those Americans who understand that I am, in fact, a shill because of this invitation, just like I have accused Mike Pence of being for Trump.

I admit I am a shill…

…because Trump is not worthy of a vote for those of us who share a new set of conservative Christian values, a set of American values that involve fairness, frugality, and love, not discrimination, avarice, and fear.

Trump just isn’t the guy. Listen to what he says. Why do so many people have to work so very hard to figure out what he’s saying and defend what he’s saying?

Just listen to what he says. It’s a simple enough lesson from teaching rhetorical analysis: What you say betrays your character.

I am shilling to my friends and family and fellow Americans, from within the Northwest Region of Indiana, as a former Bears fan who wears an Aaron Rodgers jersey during NFL Sundays in 2016…

…Please don’t vote for Donald Trump. Hillary Clinton is not that bad.

Please and amen.

Scott C. Guffey, M. A.

My Maniacal Rant, Chapter Two, Part Four

Wow. Let’s step off this wild 24-hour roller coaster ride. Let’s call it post-debate epiphany…or a poison-letting recovery…or a political punch-to-the-nuts…I don’t know anymore…this political cycle has become so very sobering, after watching Trump confirm his idiocy, while Clinton does her best to lobby to a country that seems to have already given up on her, no matter what she says in these debates.

Clinton tries her best to present a legitimate case to the country, while Trump gets away with tossing these entertaining word salads at us. Mind you, we need to keep trying to make sense of the word salad, and it’s on us to stop trying to translate what Trump says, yet he keeps saying things that are hard to understand!

Let’s just accept Trump’s majesty based on his say-so…

Utter bullshit.

His rhetoric is in fact pure bullshit, and it seemed to work well in the first segment of the debate. He started strong with his tone and demeanor, but he still provided no substance. He merely screamed about jobs leaving the country, repeated it several times, and then said lower taxes for job creators like him would solve everything.

That was his high point.

After that, he repeated that his tax returns were not America’s business, while promoting himself as a sound American entrepreneur—(not a politician!!!…as I keep hearing ad nauseum from everybody…he’s absolutely a politician now…let’s move on, please…at least until he proves he’s actually a sound American entrepreneur).

He’s all about racial-profiling, as he wants to further his “protection” of the people with a police state, in which police officers can stop-and-frisk whomever the fuck they want. Let’s not forget about the 2 million doors that will be kicked in within hours of Trump’s inauguration.

He’s law and order…for white people.

White people better realize that once doors start getting kicked in and people start getting stopped by police regularly cuz they look funny…realize that white Americans are losing their civil rights simultaneously.

No bullshit.

Trump lost me frequently when he started telling me how his young son was so amazing with computers when asked about cyber-security, followed by taking all of Libya’s oil now…and NATO needs to pay up…and he started NATO’s new focus group on terrorism…and Sean Hannity can confirm he was against the Iraqi war…and blowing Iran’s boat of soldiers out of the water would not start an international incident…and he has better judgment cuz he says so…along with the best…temperament…EVAH!…

To her detriment, Clinton believes global warming exists and is very important, yet Trump denies he’s a global-warming denier.

Rosie O’Donnell deserves to be lambasted because Tom Selleck of the NRA called her stupid when she tried to talk about guns with him. No one can deny that Rosie’s got it coming, according to Trump.

Russia’s our friend, and Putin has the best first-use nuclear policy.

China should solve the problem of North Korea, and perhaps we should pull our positions from South Korea’s northernmost border…cuz America can start a lucrative protection racket worldwide!

Trump didn’t criticize Hillary’s looks, just her stamina…which is perhaps the most incredible thing Trump said since he obviously did not have the stamina to stand up to Hillary Clinton on the national stage for ninety minutes…

…otherwise he wouldn’t be whining about the commercials. The commercials that are largely compilations of Trump’s audio-recorded idiotic rhetoric.

Trump says that the commercials are unfair; otherwise, he might be forced to bring up Bill Clinton’s infidelity because Hillary Clinton keeps hammering him on WHAT HE HAS FUCKING SAID!!!

He’s a joke, charlatan, thin-skinned, clownish, soap-box-barking, jerkiest, yadda, yadda, yadda…

He’s not Citizen Kane, and he needs to stop play-acting that role upon America’s most prominent stage.

Donald Trump simply cannot handle this job.

My lone criticism of Hillary Clinton is she should have brought up the fact that Trump pulled out a full-page ad in a New York paper—as a journalist, mind you—asking for the death penalty for five young innocent black boys who were coerced into confession by a fraudulent New York City Police Department, when he brought up the “super-predator” comment that she still needs to apologize for.

Otherwise, she’s more qualified than her competitor.

Scott C. Guffey, M.A.

 

My Maniacal Rant, Chapter Two, Part Three

Donald Trump Jr. made a senseless analogy using Skittles, suggesting that 3 candies out of an entire bowl would poison the pool. This was published and owned by the Trump/Pence campaign, despite the governor of Indiana’s protests to the contrary (..and Pence is truly a shill to Trump, if America needed no more perfect example of the concept of shill, prior to Pence’s candidacy as Trump’s right-hand man and nauseator-in-chief…).

At any rate, allow me to make my own analogy, since Trump’s progeny—and Trump himself—have licensed us smaller people, by making their own fallacious arguments integral to the American conversation…

We have a choice between two meals:

America can eat the stale meat sandwich. It’s not too old to eat, but the bread’s a little crusty, the lettuce is withered, and the meat’s probably past the expiration date. We don’t want to eat it, but dammit, we need to eat something, despite the smell and taste of every vote…sorry, I meant bite…

The other meal is a big heaping, steaming pile of shit, produced by a caveman-impulsed, entitled-simian millionaire who actually thinks he’s king of the greatest clan-slash-cult-of-the-entire-world!!!…

…a clan that is actually a country, one that I thought valued a little intellectualism in its leadership.

We can only eat one of these meals.

Please let it not be the shit sandwich.

Scott C. Guffey, M. A.

My Maniacal Rant, Chapter Two, Part Two

I am begrudgingly with her…but God-damn fuckin’ hell, she’s losing this thing!

Sorry, I do have an inner-hillbilly.

On second thought, no apologies for growing up within the hillbilly culture; J.D.Vance’s memoir convinced me that the culture needs to be defined more clearly to understand this year’s political situation.

This political forum last Wednesday night concerning the nature of the Commander-in-Chief was especially depressing for those of us paying attention to the American Apocalypse.

Both of our Presidential candidates are so very flawed.

Hillary Clinton cannot give a satisfactory answer about the server she decided to put into her home. She got defensive and showed how hard it will be for her to defend herself against Donald Trump in the first debate. She needs to stop elaborating on the procedure of Secretary of State and simply explain how she should not have had a personal server placed within her home. It’s as simple as that, yet she continues to give convoluted justification of why she should have made that decision…to be clear, to allow a tech nerd to establish a potential breach of national security because she wanted an easier way to work from home. She’s apologized for this mistake, yet she refuses to really acknowledge it within her rhetoric.

Maybe if she did that last night, we might spend more time within the national conversation about Aleppo in Syria…so the third-party candidate for Prez might have heard about this serious concern of global atrocity.

I’m not saying Hillary is disqualified for her e-mail nonsense. I’m saying this argument should have been taken care of long ago…YET, she still has to spend nearly fifteen minutes of a half-hour forum on the damn e-mails when it should be fairly brief after a couple of years of it. Let’s move on, Hillary. Stop getting defensive if you want America to accept your apology…

…and stop making absolutist statements. It’s what got Obama in trouble with the Red-line stance in Syria. There are approximately 5,000 troops in Iraq as of September 7th, 2016.  If ISIS is to be stopped, then you cannot make a blanket statement about soldiers  appearing in potential wars. Perhaps, necessary wars.

I am a pacifist. I will not take a life with my own hands; however, I understand the necessity of war. I do not possess the desire to enter war, as so many Americans want to do against ISIS, which Trump inflames to the point of giving allegiance to Russia, and Syria by proxy. I’m an American that understands war and wants to shout back at American society, to discourage the call to enter more conflicts where Americans die. We do not need to always be in a war.

We need to stop this silly belief…as a country. Every single time we “honor” our troops with prefaced statements and pompous ceremony INSTEAD of facing the mistakes we make because of our ginned-up fear of brown-skinned terrorists…every single time we do this, the sentiment becomes spurious and something detrimental, contributing to the continued lack of a genuine American conscience, from people that are just glad there are others more willing to face red-hot, arm-length tracers and constant, earth-shattering concussion.

This is the point of the narrative where I shout out loudly, rowdily, and so-very-intoxicatedly about how some Americans think Trump is so much better than Clinton.

Trump-a-lump-a-oh-so-atrocious disparaged America, and the Orange Charlatan insisted Vladmir Putin was a better “leader” than the eight-year-two-term-President-of-the-United-States-of-America, Barack Obama…and he did this in the presence of veterans of our most recent wars in Iraq and Afghanistan!

TRUMP: Sorry troops! You’ve been working under a soft leader who is not willing to oppress his people like Vladmir Putin has so skillfully done in Russia. Once America elects me, the Greatest Businessman on the Planet, you soldiers can start taking orders from some real military leaders, since all of the generals have been turned to rubble by Obama’s incompetency…

Trump can go to fucking hell. He’s a brazen asshole, a carnival barker, and a dangerous con-man. He’s a disgrace to this country, and it’s deflating to see so many of my fellow-countrymen aligning themselves behind him under the Republican banner.

He only pays lip-service to the veterans and their families and the Republican base…

He has continued to rely on his stupid insistence of elevating numbers with EVERYTHING in his rhetoric. This time, he challenged a young female veteran, Rachel Fredericks, who asked a serious question about suicides in the present military culture:

TRUMP: It was actually twenty-two deaths a day when veterans of these recent wars commit suicide because of the atrocities they have observed…not twenty because that’s not high enough a number to convince you, the American people, that I am all about servicing the veterans and their families…

…Not twenty as the stats state. Trump always knows better. The stupid son-of-a-bitch.

Trump always thinks the way to pay attention to argumentative issues is to inflate them.

He also said he’s made sacrifices by giving jobs to people or money to veterans. He was asked a question about what he had sacrificed after Khizr Khan excoriated Trump at the DNC convention. His answer was that he had indeed sacrificed…in his mind, just as the Khan family had sacrificed, even though the people to whom Trump gave jobs probably didn’t deserve them, and oftentimes, the check’s in the mail for the charities (wink, wink…ha, ha…you’re fired).

He doesn’t understand what a military family’s sacrifice means to the citizens of America, and he cannot take back that claim about understanding sacrifice…not for this author. It’s just stinkin’ impossible. He’s a fucking asshole forever, as far as I am concerned.

Just to let my readers know what I really think.

Trump insists he’s smarter than everybody who’s in the room, but he could not specify a satisfactory answer for a simple question about his own personal research.

He depends on other people…even though he’s smarter than other people…

He’s a businessman. He gets people who can conduct business. Instead of him. The problem is the rubble-Generals that achieved rank under Obama…or before Obama…all we know is that after Obama, Trump will “fix” it…even if he obviously doesn’t understand how the military actually operates as far as hierarchy or earned service is concerned…or even the basic difference between enlisted personnel versus college-educated officers, I imagine…this forum was supposed to be Trump’s strength, and he bungled the whole affair so very transparently…

..yet America still might elect him President…

…Trump’s biggest misstep may have been when he admitted all we needed to do this past decade was to take all of Iraq’s oil.

That would have stopped all of the mayhem. If we had only gathered the spoils as victor. Even though there were no victors…

…Phil Klay asked an intelligent question, and Trump did not provide an intelligent answer.

He has no clue. How did he even get this close?

He also doubled-down on the notion that women cannot properly serve in the military, since men cannot help their cave-man impulses…

…why shouldn’t he? His own cave-man impulses have led him to the brink of the Presidency, the next leader of the Free World…

…a Free World that will become the Free-Market Anarchistic Police States of America on Day One!

Trump has already damaged this country. Let’s try to keep the blaze contained, so it doesn’t become America’s pyre.

I would like to stop thinking about Trump,  writing about Trump , loathing Trump…but I love my country too damn much…and the brother that gave his life for the Iraqi war…I love him more…

…Writing is simultaneously a sickness and a salve. I try to write with intensity every time I sit down to create an essay. I’m usually successful ten percent of the time, but hell, I’m going to keep trying. It’s usually when my manic-depression overcomes me. I make no apologies. Writing down my thoughts is often the only way to make it to tomorrow.

Scott C. Guffey, M.A.

My Maniacal Rant, Chapter Two, Part One

A short comment to America before the Debates and Election of the Year…

Writing is simultaneously a sickness and a salve. I try to write with intensity every time I sit down to create an essay. I’m usually successful ten percent of the time, but hell, I’m going to keep trying. It’s usually when my manic-depression overcomes me. I make no apologies. Writing down my thoughts is often the only way to make it to tomorrow.

This season has been especially hard. A madman has proposed creating a police state in my country, kicking down the doors of ten-million-plus people living here to throw them out vigorously on the first day of the Presidency, as if being from Mexico means they are all criminals worthy of the roughest of treatment…

…and Americans are cheering him.

Considering he wants to solve the inner-city poverty problem—excuse me, the sickening, constant shooting in Chicago right now—with more police enforcement, when young, black men are being shot by policemen in Chicago for being black…considering this, I think this man will form an army to do his bidding within the country…yes, like Hitler did in Nazi Germany.

I don’t care if you think you’re Republican, Donald Trump is both a racist and bat-shit crazy. Sorry to be blunt. I’m not new to Trump’s bullshit, and I’ve yet to find any consistency within the muck he rakes.

I’m having a hard time leaving my front porch and addressing others for fear of having to confront supporters of Donald Trump.

Seriously. I’ve been getting nauseous when someone tries to tell me Trump is better than Clinton.

Have you sat and listened to this clown? He said we should consider nukes for so-called diplomatic relations, AND he’s soft when it comes to Vladmir Putin.

He’s not a good businessman. He’s not even close to being a good candidate for President of the United States.

Donald Trump does not represent the America in which I believe. I hope my readers will forgive a short prayer: Please God, let America see through the thin veil of this charlatan. Amen.

Scott C. Guffey, M.A.

The Maniacal Professor’s 2015 Oscar Picks

Best Picture: 1) Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance) 2) Boyhood 3) American Sniper 4) Whiplash 5) Grand Budapest Hotel 6) The Imitation Game 7) The Theory of Everything 8) Selma

Best Actor: 1) Michael Keaton 2) Bradley Cooper 3) Eddie Redmayne 4) Benedict Cumberbatch 5) Steve Carell

Best Actress: 1) Julianne Moore 2) Marion Cotillard 3) Rosamund Pike 4) Felicity Jones 5) Reese Witherspoon

Best Actor in a Supporting Role: 1) J.K. Simmons 2) Edward Norton 3) Ethan Hawke 4) Robert Duvall 5) Mark Ruffalo

Best Actress in a Supporting Role: 1) Patricia Arquette 2) Emma Stone 3) Laura Dern 4) Meryl Streep 5) Keira Knightley

Best Director: 1) Richard Linklater-Boyhood 2) Alejandro G. Iñárritu-Birdman 3) Wes Anderson-Grand Budapest Hotel 4) Morten Tyldum-The Imitation Game 5) Bennett Miller-Foxcatcher

Best Writing-Adapted Screenplay: 1) Whiplash 2) American Sniper 3) The Imitation Game 4) Inherent Vice 5) The Theory of Everything

Best Writing-Original Screenplay: 1) Birdman 2) Grand Budapest Hotel 3) Nightcrawler 4) Boyhood 5) Foxcatcher

Best Animated Feature Film: 1) How to Train Your Dragon 2 2) Big Hero 6 3) The LEGO Movie (yeah, I know…)

Best Foreign Language Film: 1) Ida 2) Leviathan 3) Wild Tales

Best Visual Effects: 1) Dawn of the Planet of the Apes 2) Interstellar 3) Guardians of the Galaxy 4) Captain America: The Winter Soldier 5) X-Men: Days of Future Suck

Best Cinematography: 1) Birdman 2) Grand Budapest Hotel 3) Ida

Best Film Editing: 1) Boyhood 2) American Sniper 3) The Grand Budapest Hotel 4) Whiplash 5) The Imitation Game

Best Costume Design: 1) Grand Budapest Hotel 2) Maleficent 3) Into the Woods 4) Mr. Turner 5) Inherent Vice

Best Make-Up: 1) Foxcatcher 2) Grand Budapest Hotel 3) Guardians of the Galaxy

Best Production Design: 1) Grand Budapest Hotel 2) Interstellar 3) The Imitation Game 4) Mr. Turner 5) Into the Woods

Best Music-Original Score: 1) The Theory of Everything 2) Grand Budapest Hotel 3) Interstellar 4) The Imitation Game 5) Mr. Turner

Best Music-Original Song: 1) Glory-Selma 1a) Everything is Awesome-LEGO Movie

Best Sound Editing: 1) American Sniper

Best Sound Mixing: 1) Whiplash 2) American Sniper

Best Documentary Feature: 1) CitizenFour 2) Virunga 3) The Salt of the Earth 4) Last Days of Vietnam 5) Life Itself deserves to be on this list!

Best Documentary Short: 1) Joanna 2) Crisis Hotline: Veterans Press 1 3) Our Curse 4) White Earth 5) The Reaper (La Parka)

Best Short Animated Film: 1) The Dam Keeper 2) Feast

Best Short Live Action Film: 1) Parvaneh 2) The Phone Call

Handling Depression, Healing Music (7/31/14. 11:59 CST)

As I’ve written about in the past, I suffer from depression. When it gets bad, I head for my CD player. Tonight’s setlist:

Tom Petty’s “Feel a Whole Lot Better”

Tom Petty’s “Yer So Bad”

Tom Petty’s “Depending on You”

Tom Petty’s “The Apartment Song”

Tom Petty’s “Alright for Now”

Tom Petty’s “A Mind with a Heart of its Own”

Tom Petty’s “Zombie Zoo”

Billy Joel’s “That’s Not Her Style”

Billy Joel’s “We Didn’t Start the Fire”

Billy Joel’s “The Downeaster ‘Alexa’”

Billy Joel’s “I Go to Extremes”

Rod Stewart’s “Stay with Me”

Rod Stewart and Ronald Isley’s “This Old Heart of Mine”

Bruno Mars’ “Young Girls”

Bruno Mars’ “Locked Out of Heaven”

Bruno Mars’ “Natalie”

ABBA’s “Take a Chance on Me”

ABBA’s “Lay All Your Love on Me”

ABBA’s “The Winner Takes It All”

ABBA’s “Money, Money, Money”

ABBA’s “Voulez Vous”

ABBA’s “Waterloo”

Genesis’ “No Son of Mine”

Genesis’ “Jesus He Knows Me”

Genesis’ “Driving the Last Spike”

Genesis’ “I Can’t Dance”

Beastie Boys’ “Rhymin & Stealin”

Beastie Boys’ “Girls”

Beastie Boys’ “Fight for your Right”

Beastie Boys’ “Brass Monkey”

Beastie Boys’ “Time to Get Ill”

ZZ Top’s “Sharp Dressed Man”

ZZ Top’s “Viva Las Vegas”

Joe Satriani’s “Satch Boogie”

Eric Clapton’s “Before You Accuse Me”

Eric Clapton’s “Hey Hey”

Eric Clapton’s “Tears in Heaven”

Phish’s “Free”

Phish’s “Character Zero”

Phish’s “Waste”

Phish’s “Taste”

Phish’s “Cars Trucks Buses”

Phish’s “Talk”

Phish’s “Theme from the Bottom”

Phish’s “Train Song”

Phish’s “Bliss”

Phish’s “Billy Breathes”

Phish’s “Swept Away”

Phish’s “Steep”

Phish’s “Prince Caspian”

Somewhere in Phish, a former student contacted me about an ailment, asking me what he should do. Specifically, I should help him call a doctor. I let the entirety of the album play, as I did my best to accommodate. Mayhem ensued for a bit, but ultimately, placidity found a spotlight, and the music continued.

Grateful Dead’s “Bertha”

Grateful Dead’s “Mama Tried”

Grateful Dead’s “Big Railroad Blues”

Grateful Dead’s “The Golden Road (To Unlimited Devotion)”

Grateful Dead’s “Sitting On Top of the World”

Grateful Dead’s “Beat It On Down the Line”

Grateful Dead’s “Friend of the Devil”

Grateful Dead’s “Mexicali Blues”

Grateful Dead’s “Turn On Your Love Light”

Grateful Dead’s “One More Saturday Night”

Grateful Dead’s “U.S. Blues”

Grateful Dead’s “Sugaree”

Grateful Dead’s “Ripple”

Grateful Dead’s “Sugar Magnolia”

Grateful Dead’s “Me & Bobby McGee”

Grateful Dead’s “Johnny B. Goode”

Grateful Dead’s “Not Fade Away/Goin’ Down the Road Feeling Bad”

Queen’s “Under Pressure”

Metallica’s cover of Queen’s “Stone Cold Crazy”

Metallica’s cover of Thin Lizzy’s “Whisky in the Jar”

Queen’s “I’m Going Slightly Mad”

Queen’s “I Want It All”

Queen’s “Seven Seas of Rhye”

Queen’s “Don’t Stop Me Now”

Queen’s “The Show Must Go On”

Queen’s “Keep Yourself Alive”

Queens’s “Headlong”

Queen’s “Who Wants to Live Forever”

Queen’s “I Want to Break Free”

I feel I was born to play on antiquated radio (loading up Queen’s “Radio GaGa,” along with Muse’s “Knights of Cydonia.”) I realize I have no musical taste for the present, but I feel psychologically cleansed, despite all of the mental flak coming my way….perhaps, someone in the present or future will find my playlist and find peace by searching for obscure music from a small portion of human history…to become happy. If you axe me to duplicate, it’ll be a different manufactured set-list on any given night, thankfully for the pursuit of happiness…

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Review of Dawn of the Planet of the Apes

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[Author’s Note—Raymond Williams wrote, “Culture is one of the two or three most complicated words in the English language” (87). The etymology of the word began with reference to agricultural growth (the attentive care necessary to produce plants or breed animals, as in cultivation) and religious growth (the spiritual care necessary to promote enlightenment and epiphany, as in cult, which did not always denote negative connotation). The word culture has come to characterize humanistic growth, especially phenomena that represent the complexity of the human condition, collectively or individually, within a generational environment. Of course, even this definition is insufficient. Culture represents our human lives, and we are all immersed within our own individualized versions of culture, whether it involves work, family, money, politics, religion, or entertainment.

We reflectively know that the poems and stories found within the literary canon represent our culture. We know that art, music, the stage, sports, and film represent culture. In our modern environment—though some scholars might be loath to admit it—television, video games, and internet websites also qualify as cultural indicators. We often share with others what we find to be relevant and significant, and the respondents either approve or disapprove. This exchange perpetuates, fundamentally supporting the cultural conversation between individuals for eons, and we retain those cultural items that are agreed to be most worthy of inclusion. These cultural items often are designated as literary.

I am an enthusiastic explorer of popular culture. Three circumstances compel me to focus on pop culture topics for my blog at this time: 1) It’s summertime!!! 2) There has been a disproportionate amount of depressing world events taking place that compel me to look away for a moment, for preservation of good spirit. 3) I will be teaching again, so I’d like to dive right back into academia in the form of literary study! (I know…sounds riveting…this is how I relax and have fun!) I am going to celebrate life by having a cultural weekend, filled with film, stage, and music.

On Sunday afternoon, I attended my local movie theater to see the summer movie I looked forward to the most. Today, I share the final part of a four-part cultural leg of The Maniacal Rant, in which I explore some significance from Dawn of the Planet of the Apes–SG]

Summer movies can be good for generating excitement, but too many times have I been eager to see a summer movie and had my expectations ripped to shreds (X-Men: Days of Future Past comes to mind).

Thank the Good Lord above that Dawn of the Planet of the Apes was so satisfying. “Freakin’ awesome!!” in fact, if you’ll allow my inner child a moment to share his reaction after seeing the film.

Dawn of the Planet of the Apes is a spectacular sci-fi movie with a solid story that focuses more on the apes than the humans. Of course, many elements of the script are indeed predictable (though, there is one cleverly-written device in the script that was mostly unanticipated), but this is understandable considering this is the umpteenth film that employs the apes-take-over-the-planet mythos. It’s a testament to this film that it is easily the best movie within the whole series, even eclipsing the original Charlton Heston-acted, Rod Serling-written classic.

The special effects for the apes are phenomenal, and an Oscar nomination for visual effects is guaranteed (and they should be the front-runner at this point). For those not in the know, the apes in the film are human actors, using CGI to merge human expression to ape characters in most convincing fashion. I’d wager to say that there has not been a film that has incorporated visual effects so effectively and vitally since Jurassic Park.

Andy Serkis, he of Gollum fame from the Lord of the Rings trilogy, plays the role of his lifetime as Caesar. It’s downright spooky to recognize Serkis’ countenance so realistically as an ape, and his performance is something to behold. Serkis is receiving comparisons as a modern-day version of Lon Cheney, deservedly. This is a longshot, but Andy Serkis deserves consideration for best actor of the year for his role in this film, if for no other reason that this type of character on film is mostly unprecedented (If Johnny Depp gets an Oscar nomination for playing Keith Richards in a pirate costume, then Andy Serkis definitely deserves some consideration)…and the success of this film in its entirety mostly relies on Serkis’ stoic ape character…

…I say mostly because such lofty consideration should also be given to Toby Kebbel. He plays another ape in the film, Toba, and Kebbel is a revelation. His star is rising, for certain. There is one scene when he is interacting with two militant humans that is magnificent because it depends mostly on Kebbel’s facial expressions as an ape…I’ll leave it at that…the fact that I’m trying my best not to spoil the movie for my reader is indication that I want her to enjoy the full cinematic experience.

As for cultural relevance, most viewers will anticipate commentary on the human condition from the film, as the obvious parallels between human civilization and the evolutionary stages of man can be found. There are easy comparisons to make concerning war and its impetus. Some might see human fallibility in our need for technology primarily, as apes need no such crutch. I read a critic’s review who thought the theme of the film centered specifically on the power of the gun (Spoiler alert: watch the film before clicking on this critic’s review). I’m not sure I buy that obvious of a political interpretation, but there’s no denying that there is a cornucopia of cultural themes to pull from Dawn of the Planet of the Apes.

My initial stab for the thematic cultural statement of Dawn of the Planet of the Apes: the positive characteristics of man, a want for peace and goodness, are inherent when shared with one another, but the negative characteristics, the need for violence and war, are manufactured by selfish individuals who fool the collective into believing that evil is an inherent trait of man.

It was so very satisfying to walk out of the theater after watching Dawn of the Planet of the Apes. I thought it might be the best film of the summer of 2014, and I am happy to confirm that it is. I remember talking with a student about a year ago about this very film. He had enjoyed Rise of the Planet of the Apes a great deal and predicted Dawn of the Planet of the Apes might be one of the greatest films ever. Well, for my friend Daniel Anderson, I’m happy to say, sir, that you have proven to be correct.

Works Cited

Dawn of the Planet of the Apes. Dir. Matt Reeves. Perf. Andy Serkis, Jason Clarke, Gary Oldman, Keri Russell, and Toby Kebbel. Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation, 2014. Film.

Williams, Raymond. Keywords: A Vocabulary of Culture and Society. New York: Oxford, 1976. Print.

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