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Dec. 5th, 2007 @ 12:18 pm Yeah the media sucks... and it's our own fault.
Was talking to some friends the other day and it came about how much popular media in general, and the news in particular is of abysmal quality as of late.

Now for fiction, the accuracy of information and panderign to my base instincts isn't reviled, if anything it is encouraged. Fiction is for an escape from the numb grey consistency of everyday life, why then are movies which reach for this so critically hated?

It has become customary for me to skim movie reviews before watching them. Partly because I usually have to go with my kids and it'd be nice to know what I'm taking them to, but also out of a bitter expectancy that whatever these morons who do nothing more than watch movies and then write about them will satisfy my rather dim view of humanity at large.

They generally don't disappoint.

What annoys me more than movie reviews are news agencies however. Liberals accuse conservatives of controlling the media, while conservatives proclaim all news is run by liberal plotters. And here are those of us who just want facts watching this political tennis game and getting head and neck aches. The media play both sides against each other, looking for craks in the armor of the strong and stomping on the weak until they are forgotten and gone. We are fed sensationlized opinions based on minimal facts. We watch as reporters attempt to garner "the truth" so long as it doesn't interfere with the last story they ran. The accused are convicted or exonerated on the history of those involved, tried and judged in the editing rooms long before the court rooms. And all the while the public tries to figure out what's going on.

Or are we?

If a city proclaimed that the economy was rising, prices were falling, and no one had died that day no one would watch anything but the weather and sports. That's not what the public wants. The people want to be entertained. And tragedy, death, and angst is a lot more entertaining than regular life. If it wasn't, entertainment media wouldn't have a place in today's world.

By natural selection the public has supported the news that brings the highest body count, the worst tragedies, and the most shocking pictures. News agencies that concentrate only on the facts are ignored. We created a society that feeds on it's own failures and bloodshed. And now, we're foundering unable to comprehend what's happening beyond our own limited perceptions and spoon fed entertainment rather than facts.

Congratulations America, take the most free press the world had ever seen, and turn it into the world's most pointless endeavour.

..oh yeah.

And this:

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Mar. 16th, 2007 @ 07:07 pm 300

All right I'm not going to review Frank Miller's “300”, that's been done several times by all kinds of people and the same thing is said in different ways. Regular people love it, critics hate and dismiss it as another comic movie that just happens to have a historical basis.


So here's what I've got, the review of the reviews.


Every professional movie reviewer seems to say the same thing “It's just blood and thunder” “It's too pro military” “A bunch of nearly naked buff guys but there's no gay men even though it's Greece is stupid!” “It degrades the Persians!” and so on and so forth.


Here's why reviewers hate it. Because it is the exact opposite of everything a movie should be. It glorifies a principle that is lofty and smashes home the fact that violence is sometimes required to oppose evil. It espouses that some ideals are more important than your own life, and a LOT more important than the life of someone trying to crush those ideals.


Yeah, it's got blood and gore, yeah it's a BC era war movie, yeah there's a decent amount of sexuality. And this stops it from being a dramatization of a pivotal moment in western civilization becaaaaaaaaaaause why?


Here's my justification for calling this a pivotal moment in western history. Freedom as we know it is not founded in France, or just as arrogantly a uniquely American idea. It started in Greece, and it started before Christ was born. And if a small contingent of men had not held back a massive force of a conquering tyrant it is unknown if the principles that make up democracy and individual freedom would have survived to evolve into what we call freedom now. This event, accounted by multiple sources (including the Persians though they tell it far differently, BUT WITH THE SAME ODDS) should not be discounted in its significance.


As for the claims that the movie is far removed from the facts of the matter well...


  1. The movie lays claim to one fact that is not disputed. 300 men led personally by a King, fought and died so that their lands and family would be given the time to defend themselves. They fought against a force that is estimated to number anywhere from 175,000 to 1.7 million. Either way it should have been a slaughter and it gave Greece the time it needed.

  2. You know the exact happenings of the battle cause you and every historian was right there and watched it all, right? Please. All history is subjective, it's only when multiple sources from vastly different places agree on one or two small facts that something can be considered fact. 300 Spartans fought a hell of a lot of Persians and killed so many Xerxes had to stop his invasion for a while. That's known to be fact, everything else is speculation, so why are you saying a movie isn't a quality film because it differs from a speculation?


The claims that homosexuality is portrayed negatively is based on one line. “If those philosophers and boy lovers have turned you down...”


Duh. Spartans thought the rest of Greece were far below them in the order of things. There was no room for softness in Sparta, love was accepted but not openly encouraged or written about. If a man and a woman are wed and fall in love that's fine, that's acceptable but advertising it was a sign of weakness. You still got married to have more Spartans. If two members of the same sex have sex they do it for affection, love or physical need. All of which would be considered weak in Spartan society.


So yeah, there wouldn't be a sign of homosexuality in a Spartan fighting unit.


Also, the claim that just because a bunch of buff guys are near each other and dressed in loin clothes there should be some homosexual activities is as patently stupid as assuming one woman hugging another is an instant cue for some hot girl+girl sexxors!


RIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT.



It was hot, Greece is a warm place and it was summer, wearing lots of clothes unless you're conditioned for it and it is in your culture, as in the Persians case, is dumb. So yeah, they wouldn't be wearing much. Guess what? If you go to Iraq or Afghanistan right now and go into a tent full of Army infantry or Marines and there isn't much AC, they'll be hanging out in their underwear too.


Bet most of them aren't gay either despite lots of yaoi fan girls desires to the contrary.


Some say that the movie was all action separated by pointless speech that are given to dramatic pauses.


That's so lame an excuse to try and downplay a movie it really isn't worth mentioning. A lot of the lines are quotes from Herodotus, kinda makes you wonder how they're using historical lines yet the movie has no historical basis don't it?


The story is great, it's not a mystery movie but neither is most of life, there is betrayal, political maneuvering and inspirational speeches espousing glory, honor, and loyalty. Yes I know those qualities aren't in fashion with a lot of media right now but that doesn't diminish their value.


That and the story is a VERY clear stab in the face of those who use religion to put themselves above others, and politics for their own benefit. A brush that can applied anywhere, from the bloodthirsty manipulating Islamics (or Christians) sending their children to die for their cause, to the statesmen who put immediate political want over long term strategic need, ending in soldier's dieing when they didn't have to.


Some complain of the stylized action. ....The Spartans were probably the best trained soldiers on the planet at that time. The style of the fights were meant to show that skill. Because honestly a factual depiction of that kind of conflict would be a blurred maelstrom of blood and metal that occasionally paused when a Persian general ran out of people to send to their death.


The reason some critics snub the “No retreat, no surrender, no mercy” law of the Spartans, and the bloodthirsty glee the Spartans had when killing their attackers, is because it shows an unpleasant little truth. Sometimes, freedom, justice, and reason NEEDS to be defended by those who are vicious and brutal in its defense, because the enemies of those values are just as vicious, brutal, and bloodthirsty.


There is no shame in killing a tyrant, a bully or someone who works for them. There's no shame in killing someone who wants to enslave your family.


There's no shame in finding joy in the destruction of the enemies of your family and your land.


As for degrading the Persians.... historically speaking, they do a fine job of that themselves, all this movie did was make it common knowledge.



Ultimately critics hate 300 because it emphasizes and glorifies one saying: “It is better to die on your feet, than live on your knees.”


Modern society cherishes life a bit TOO much, mediocrity is encouraged because then no one has to feel bad about themselves.


The Spartans did not. They ground away at themselves until they were as close to perfection as they could be. The Spartans in 300 give us an ideal, a vicious, bloodthirsty, but still noble ideals like honor, duty, respect, and loyalty. This blend and mix, the fact that a person can be a skilled soldier and killer, yet still be noble is unfashionable and unpopular with many. Because it makes it seem that the average person who just lives in a free society is less than the people who kill to defend that society. Funny that.


This is the message of 300: It *IS* better to die on our feet than live on your knees. And it is far better to kill those who would take that away from you than die on either.


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Jan. 22nd, 2006 @ 03:08 am Why
Well, my initial vow of updating this at least once every two weeks has obviously fell through. Any New Year's resolutions would be likewise futile so I won't bother there either.

The weather here is currently, oddly enough, wet and muddy. The rains of the past few days have turned the ankle deep dust that pervades this misbegotten corner of the world, into ankle deep mud the consistency of wet concrete. Couple this with the horrid wiring of the camp and you get power outages whenever it rains, some of the tents with shin deep puddles, and currently a loud mouthed puerto rican guy moving into my tent. He's a lot better than most of the people around here and doesn't blast Slayer loud enough to vibrate the tents next door in the morning though so it's easy to deal with.

Other than that not much has changed, not my mission, nor the annoying frequency of the torture known as gate gaurd.

However, in order to put the word out to those who are interested; I re-enlisted this month, for six more years.

Now, I'm sure the first thing most are going to ask will be "What the hell were you thinking?", followed closely by "Why would you do that with what is going on? You know, the war and all!"

I can offer many reasons and explanations for this most of which are easily tangible. I can say I'm doing it for my family, which, in most part is very true. I know my family is well taken care of, and will continue to be so, regardless of how much or little I work, I know my family will be able to survive with a roof over their heads, food in their stomachs, and their medical bills taken care of. This last is of particular interest to me, for a wide range of reasons.

I could also say that I have a plan for my life, and for the dual reasons of joining the army without the expectation that you will see combat is both naive, and downright stupid, i is not untruthful for me to say that I' not letting something like a bunch of idiots, bullies and religous fanatics spoil my plans.

It would be likewise honest of me to say that I'm did it because I'm really not good at anything else but being in the military.

All of these reasons however fail to truly get across the ultimate "Why" I re-enlisted.

At some point words like "Honor" and "Duty" became not only old fashioned, but even snubbed. What use are such outmoded concepts in today's world? Do they make your house payment? Do they pay for your new set of khakis or MP3 player? No, nor do I claim they do. However, the value these words and more importantly the concepts behind them, have to me are far more valuable. I will not claim that I am totally non-materialistic, nor that I turned down the 8 grand bonus I got for re-enlisting; however, if my driving motivation was the money, I would have left the service long ago. No job outside of pure mercenary service pays you enough to be bounced along the road in a steel box on the back of a truck through roads littered with bombs and with the possibility of snipers around every corner.

Believe me, I have done this job for nearly ten straight months, I question "Why the hell am I here?" every time I leave the gate, or when I hear a mortar detonate on part of the camp.

Nevertheless, I signed up fo six more years of military service. And I did it, not because I love the government, nor the goals of our president, but I do love my family, and I have a sense of honor and duty to my country. I am not so naive as to believe that the motivations of our government were altruistic when we invaded Iraq, but this does not change that what we did and are still doing was a benefit to iraq, and to the united states. Not because the past regime had the capacity to wage ICBMs on the US, but because warfare of the future is not fought on mass combat fields or with missles from one continent to the next. It is fought through small strikes, of covert teams hitting in a totally non linear fashion against targets designed not only for maximum tactical advantage but for fear.

And like all other forms of warfare, a strike force needs supplies, training and a base of operations. Like it or not both afghanistan and Iraq served as both of those.

The attitude of the world on this war has always struck me as hypocritical. As a whole humanity thrills to tales of one kingdom waging war against an evil empire, we cheer unreservedly for those who are forced to make tough choices and carry them out through sacrifice and violence. But when the sacrifice is real, when those same concepts are applied to reality, they are viewed as expansionistic, or nosey. Like it or not the world wants heros, but is unwilling to support the truth that heros are not forged in peacetime.

I am not a soldier because I want to be a hero. I would never claim that, nor would I expound my virtues as a philosopher. I just wanted to make a difference. I wanted my children to be able to remember me as someone willing to give up everything I had for what I believe. Non violence in the face of what the world faces now is a nice thought, but it is patently unrealistic. Whether the United states public wishes to recognize it or not, the only way we will persuade those who ar arrayed against us to stand down, is to beat them until they no longer have the ability to strike back.

And like it or not, I am good at doing that, and that gives me the duty to make that mission happen. It is one I view as an honor, and a painful sacrifice.

But one that must be made. And so I make it.

That, is "Why".
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Nov. 12th, 2005 @ 12:28 pm Philosophy in Warfare
Hatred is tricky emotion. Humanity at large, and in its infinite hubris has tried hard to persuade itself that hatred is the domain of a few fanatics and extremists. It isn't. Hatred is also a subtle, invasive emotion. It sneaks into our minds often without us even realizing it is there. At first I thought that scanning the high towers of the mosques we drive around was simply good tactics. It still is and I still do. They are excellent sniper positions and our enemy is simply manipulating religion for their own political ends, as has been done since religion was created. so they don't respect Islam any more than most of us do.

Eventually however, I found myself *wanting* there to be a sniper there. I wanted someone to try and shoot us jsut so I'd have an excuse to hurt them back. So I could have an excuse to try and cut on of those towers in half with fire. Once people in our battalion had been killed, every time another soldier is killed along with twenty civilians by some IED, I wanted payback. I'm human, and humans are inherently spiteful, to deny this is to let hatred and spite free reign, even if you don't realize it's there.

So.

Here I am, about to go out on another mission, about to protect other people so they can supply other soldiers. And when I go out I will try my best not to feel anything, to be impartial and almost of a zen mindset, like when I'm fighting hand to hand. Because I am human I do not know if I will be succesful in this. The reason we are here is irrelevant to the end result. it is entirely possible we are here simply for oil, but if when we leave people in general are better off than before, it will be a worth cause. The people who are attempting stop may believe they are defending their religion, but I'm not betting on it. The ones dying probably believe it. The ones directing them probably don't.

They probably hate us for taking away their luxury at others expense, and now believe we are cheating them of what they rightly deserve. What they were used to.

They're victims of their own hate, just like I almost was.

And they still probably don't even know it.
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Oct. 24th, 2005 @ 07:33 pm .....Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
It's a truly interesting facet of human nature. How much we can get used to something, just about anything. eg: Getting so used to 100-120 degrees during the day, that when within the space of a week it falls to 85 during the day, people suddenly feel cold. And at night it's around 45-55 and people are wrapping up like it's winter back on Fort Bragg, myself included. Less than a year ago 50 was jeans and MAYBE a sweatshirt.

Wacky.

Another thing that has become routine and normal, our missions, escorting convoys. At first every one was a hair raising, blood pumping event. After a month we were still alert but no longer worried. It was jsut what we did. Shooting up a car that got too close is no longer a big deal, it's just the job. As long as no one gets hurt, a mission is just another day at the office. ...Of course, most peoples offices aren't armored trucks doing 55 down roads with bomb craters in them. :P

Well another week of missions has gone by quietly for the company, and now I'm the rotation of the much lauded (sarcasm) Guard Duty. This particular form of fun is characterized by standing at the gate in full armor checking IDs and vehicles, and not being able to do anything else. No reading, no music, nothing but guarding the gate. Wihle this may seem important, there are two other guarded gates vehicles have to go through before they get to ours. So, while I still do my job, it is mind crushingly boring. And we do two six hour shifts in a 24 hour period.

Ye ha.

So, that's what I'll be doing for the next week. Hopefully everyone else is doing well, signing off from Iraq, Ian.
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Oct. 17th, 2005 @ 06:33 am One week less
Well.

Back to iraq for a whole week and I hate it already.

Again.

Not that this is even slightly surprising to either myself or anyone reading this. It's getting cooler now it's only around 95 these days. Not much has changed... excpet that an entire new battalion has moved in, changing rules and taking up a LOT of space. I now have to wait like 15 to twenty minuttes just to get into the chow hall for food I don't really want. The brightest spot in the coming week is the sale on candy bars, 10cents for mars twix and snickers.

Tells you how far my standards have dropped doesn't it?

I'll update again after I'm done running missions this week.
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Oct. 4th, 2005 @ 12:13 pm I hate Iraq 1
Current Mood: annoyed
I’ve been asked to describe what life on camp Stryker is like. This is a question I find myself having some difficulty describing in actual words. Everyone knows that its hot, about twenty degrees more than North Carolina on average. The air feels like a blow dryer held right in your face. Except at night when it feels like a sauna all the time. The temperature drops by usually twenty or more degrees, so while it’s still warmer than it is here, it feels cold.

There is a burger king on post, but it isn’t like one in the states, some Iraqi national runs a café/ice cream parlor but I’m not particularly trusting of their cooking, so that leaves the chow hall, and whatever I get in packages. The chow hall… well…. It’s a chow hall, it tastes like your worst memories of middle school cafeteria food… with less spices because they aren’t in the recipe cards. Yes, they have cards for everything they cook, and they cannot deviate from said cards.

It’s kind of like the Borg school of culinary arts.

My platoon runs things on a three week schedule. One week your doing missions, and you can expect to be doing one every night. The next you either have off (and you are spare for any missions that come up) or you are on guard duty, sweating in your body armor checking IDs and being told you cannot do anything but watch for vehicles. As one might expect, this particular rule is… tenuous. Six hour shifts doing nothing but watching vehicles and occasional pedestrians isn’t going to happen, especially when you are the third gate in a series of them. That means they pass through two other gates the first of which searches them before they get to me.

This is not the most motivational of duties. Most people hate it more than missions where you get shot at with a definite chance of someone leaving a bomb in your path. At least then you’re guaranteed sleep and something to do.

The week after guard duty is motor pool, meaning you go to work at 0630 and work on vehicles until all the vehicles slated to go on mission that night are fixed up and ready to roll. Some people like this, and put a great deal of importance on vehicle maintenance. I don’t. I hate being a grease monkey. I will spend all my time available before a mission checking over my weapons and armor but as long as the vehicle moves and the gun box turns I couldn’t care less about the rest.

Now for the missions. We are in the business of escorting convoys, a mission that is only succeeded by infantry anti-insurgent operations, and whatever it is the special units do, in risk. There’s no way I can sugar coat that. Our unit provides protection to soft targets like water, food, and mail trucks to places that airlifting supplies to is not feasible, or, and this is more likely, the army is too cheap to fly to. Regardless that is what we do, we drive in armored trucks looking for potential IEDs and making sure no one gets close to our convoy. We are authorized to shoot if someone drives or walks within a certain distance, regardless of the threat they seem to portray, there have been too many suicide bombings for us to act any different. It’s not pleasant, and I don’t *like* firing, but neither do I hesitate. One of the officers from our battalion HQ even complemented me on “not wasting any time”.

It is also worth mentioning that I always volunteer for the gunner position. I spent nearly one thousand dollars on extra armor plating for my vest (it weighs double what anyone else’s does) I’m experienced doing it (from the last time we were here) and though it is not intrinsically right, I don’t give a damn about anyone outside the allied forces there. And no one will get in my way of coming home.

That should get you started, when I next have the chance I’ll tell you about our tents and what we try to do on our offtime… when we have it.

Ja na!
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