Lucien’s First Take: Jared Leto’s Joker

When I saw that DC is trying to follow in Marvel’s footsteps with their own cinematic universe, I was skeptical.  Partly because I think that they are a little late to the party, and partly because I think that the new Superman was boring and Ben Affleck’s Batman will be sup-par.  The new trailer for Batman vs. Superman didn’t help.

When I heard they were making a live action movie based on the Suicide Squad plot, that got me thinking that there might be hope.  Because I just saw a rather enjoyable animated version of the same thing.  Of course, that film had Troy Baker’s absolutely stunning Joker.  For real, he was able to take the reigns from Mark Hamill in a way that I wouldn’t have imagined.  But then, it’s Troy Baker.  If anyone can do it, it’s him.  He’s arguably the best voice actor working today.

When I heard that Jared Leto would be taking the role of the Joker, I was…unsure.  I mean, he’s not really been in anything.  At first, I confused him with the sexiness that was the guy who played the Winter Soldier, but that’s Sebastian Stan.  Yum.  In any case, I didn’t know what to think about this character.  Then they released an image of what he’s going to look like…

Jared Leto JokerBefore we get to talking about this, let me preface what I am about to say by saying that there are plenty of Joker iterations that are unique.  A lot of people gave Troy Baker’s Joker in Arkham Origins shit because they had the Joker in a leather coat was a bad call.  I don’t.  Mostly because, again, Troy Baker.  For real, this guy is just awesome.  But this Joker doesn’t look the part.  AT ALL!

I mean, am I the only person who thinks that those tattoos are just totally unsubtle?  I mean, “damaged”?  Really?  Yeah, that totally isn’t overkill.  Then there’s all the “Ha”s on him.  It’s all so lacking in naunce or uniqueness.  I am cool with the Joker having ink.  No joke, that part doesn’t bother me one bit.  But there are so many unique tattoos to work with!  The Joker is complicated.  He’s strange.  He doesn’t do things for reasons people understand.  If the Joker gets a tat, I always saw it as something absurd, for no reason.  Like Rainbow Dash with her head shoved up her ass or something like that.  Something where you are left wondering why, and then you realize – asking why is not the thing to do.  There is no why.  Then you see a tattoo of Tweety Bird or something.  Just a bunch of absurdity that you can’t help but be amazed and confused by.  That’s the Joker!  Not some skull with a jester hat.  That feels like it was decided by executives who sat around asking – what’s popular with the kids these days?

Then, there’s the fact that this Joker looks like a juggalo.  I’m sure I don’t have to tell you why this bothers me.  Those guys are about as subtle as a brick being dropped on your foot!  Part of what made the Joker such a cool character is the fact that you could never tell what he was thinking.  When he was dangerous, he was really dangerous, but you didn’t see it coming.  You never knew how to feel.  He could sing love songs to Batman, like in this video here.

And then kill people.  No rhyme, no reason.  By the way, the dude who is sporting the look in that short fan film has it down to a fault.  No joke, I’m impressed.  And whoever did the singing voice, you sir, need more work.

All of this being said, let me make one thing clear – I am totally open to Jared Leto blowing us out of the park with an amazing performance.  If he makes a new version of the Joker, then I think it could work.  Plenty of versions have worked.  From the campy Romero Joker, to the mixture of funny and deranged Nicholson Joker, to the quirky violent charm of Hamill’s Joker, and the terrifying darkness of Ledger’s Joker.  All of these are good and different.  If Leto knocks this out of the park, then you know what – I’m happy.  But this look doesn’t impress me.  And if the Joker is sporing the Juggalo look, then I have worries about what Harley’s look is going to be.  If I see Juggalo Harley, I’m done.  No joke, I’m done with this movie.

Your move, DC.

Initial Verdict
4 out of 10

Peace out,


Wil Wheaton’s Wife Wastes Her Money (A response to Anne Wheaton)

I realize that I am about to accomplish nothing good here, but I am about to talk about a person who believes that they are very good, and has shown off, in an article that couldn’t have eaten her out more (the equivalent of articles that suck a guy’s dick), when the truth is that she is an awful person, married to a terrible actor.  I am talking about Anne Wheaton, the wife of Wil Wheaton, who recently decided that she was going to pathetically attempt to troll GamerGate.  And an article was written that made her look like such a hero.  It’s really, really sad.  Let’s about it!  The publication that wrote about her/ate her out was called The Mary Sue (linked here).  That should tell you what kind of publication we’re dealing with, and their level of professionalism.

Anne Wheaton, Vandal Eyes genius and wife of Wil Wheaton, did an experiment on Twitter yesterday which led harassing Gamergaters into causing donations to be made to one of the organizations they despise the most – Feminist Frequency.

I like how this author took the one-knee approach.  It puts the booty, like, right in front of the lips (Independence Day joke for the win!).  Could this opening have been more bias?  I swear to god, any myths about professional objectivity (true objectivity is impossible) just went out the fucking window.

In a post on her blog the other day, Wheaton detailed her time at Calgary Expo and included one paragraph relating to the Gamergate/Honey Badger situation we previously reported on:

Check out that article, if you want to see something so hopelessly biased.  This publication itself is just another great piece of evidence to how broken and pathetic the 5th Estate journalism is, but that’s part of a much bigger article on the pathetic state of modern journalism that I’m writing.  Still, let’s look at Anne Wheaton’s article that will show how she brilliantly pwned us GGers.  Ready, my GamerGate supporters, to feel pwned?!  Well, here it is!

As much as I enjoyed meeting and seeing all of these wonderful people, I also know there can be people out there who look for opportunities to try to be hurtful and harmful to people who just want to enjoy a convention experience. I know this happened at Calgary Expo this weekend, and the staff and local authorities handled the situation immediately. It’s an unfortunate world we live in where angry and unhappy people try to find ways to take the joy out of life for someone else, but it was obvious by the thousands of people at this convention that it wasn’t going to affect their enjoyment of the weekend.

Wow.  I don’t think that a better description of modern feminism could have been found.  Are you sure that you’re defending feminism, Anne?  Because you kind of nailed them.  They are angry and unhappy people, trying to find ways to take the joy out of life for someone else.  You look for opportunities to be hurtful and harmful to people who just want to enjoy themselves.  After all, you support what they did at Calgary.  So, you support censorship.  You’re the modern McCarthy movement.  You are the ultimate example of thought police.  You doxx.  You harass anyone who doesn’t agree with you.  Look at the shit that went down with Christina Hoff Sommers.  She has, in the most civil way possible, disagreed with your ilk’s canard about rape culture and trigger warnings and video games being sexist, and you make her out to be a pro-rape woman-hater.  Some secret misogynist.

If there is ANY group of people who are misogynists, it’s you and yours!  You and your asshole, loser husband, who should have shut the fuck up when Picard told him to.  You tell women that they are vulnerable and weak and totally in danger.  When guys like me try to tell women to learn self-defense, keep mace or a knife on their person, we are told that we’re rape-apologists.  Because we want to help women learn to protect themselves.  A societal expectation that is had of men, that you DON’T think that women should have.  I haven’t heard you all talking about how the term “gunman” should be changed to something more PC.  Your entire movement is predicated on a belief that women are weak and pathetic and shouldn’t be held accountable for ANYTHING!  But Sommers is the misogynist?!  People like me are the misogynist?!  The entirety of this Puritanical Feminism movement is the most hypocritical thing ever.

So, what does her self-righteous posturing end up with?  Where does this all go?  Well, she took to Twitter and decided to let her butthurt show.

For every angry, hateful, and/or disrespectful tweet I receive from a GamerGate person, I am donating $1 to @femfreq. I’m already up to $67.

Let me get this straight – for every person who disagrees with you, you are going to donate $1 to a complete charlatan who has shown that she will take money for a project, never finish it, never keep a SINGLE one of her Kickstarter promises, and then will ask for even more money.  That’s who you’re going to donate to.  Wow.  That’s…pathetic.

I will not engage in your comments, GamerGate people. But I will mute you and donate $1 on your behalf to @femfreq.

No wonder you’re donating to Feminist Frequency.  You don’t engage with people who disagree with you, and you stand proud in front of the fact that you just wasted your money for the sole reason of getting your butthurt out.  It makes sense that you married Wil Wheaton.  He’s a loser and you’re an idiot.  Good to know.

The attacks on me were because of @Calgaryexpo and what I wrote on my blog. With no response from me, they’re now including @wilw in this.

Well, yeah, you’re Wheaton’s wife, and I get the feeling that you’ve been trading on that for a long time.  After all, look what publication gives you press time – one that so clearly has absolutely ZERO credibility!  And there’s no evidence of Willy being brought into this.  Like all Twitter and Tumblr feminists, you talk about all these things that happen, but where are the screen caps?  Where is the evidence?  Do you know what evidence is?!

In the flood of hatred spewed my way over the past few days, I have seen the sweet and supportive tweets as well. Thank you for that. :-)

The truth is, Anne, you trolled for reactions, and you got them.  That’s what modern feminism has become.  Well, your brand of it.  It’s people who want to feel special, feeling the need to have a victim complex.  Because if you did like a normal person, and ignored the negative things people say on the Internet, then you wouldn’t have any leg to stand on.  You, Anita Sarkeesian, Brianna Wu, all of your kind, live your lives angry at whatever random bullshit you can find.  And when that bullshit isn’t feeding your victim complex enough, you go to publications like The Mary Sue and peddle it out, so that you can get a voice who haven’t done the first tiny bit of fact-checking, because these people are nothing but a worthless rag that wants to be taken seriously.

I don’t know who I’m more annoyed at.  You, Annie, are just another one of these pathetic, whiny, entitled, upper-class feminists who clearly have never had to live in the real world.  You think that you won some victory here against GamerGate.  We don’t care.  If you want to waste your money, good!  I’m sure you’ll find this and think that I am threatening or something and donate another dollar.  So I think I’m more annoyed at this shitty publication, The Mary Sue.  One more terrible publication in 5th Estate journalism, that has no standards and has no problem sucking your ego off!  That’s what journalism has come to!  Ego-sucking.  Sucking the ego-cock of every person we talk about.  And ANY amount of criticism is treated like threats!  Find me a post where I encourage violence against anyone.  For real, go through what I’ve written, and find it.

This is me telling you and that fuck-stain of a publication that sucked your ego to fuck off.  You are a disgrace to journalism, and the fact that it’s come to this is pathetic.

Until next time, a quote,

“He knows nothing; and he thinks he knows everything. That points clearly to a political career.”  – George Bernard Shaw

Peace out,


Lazy Afternoons, Long Gone By

(An old thing I wrote, a long time ago)

I see her there, in that house.  The summer has just begun.  There is three months of freedom ahead of me!  What bliss!  Nothing but time and happiness.  What more could a kid want?  I get to the house, and she’s sitting in the chair, reading a book.  Short shorts and a tee shirt.  Seeing her makes me so happy.  The summer makes me happy too.  I could sit out in that wind for a lifetime.  Indeed, that’s the best thing about summer – the wind.  The wind ties it all together.  Makes it real.  The heat isn’t our favorite thing, but that wind makes everything worthwhile.

Greeting her, I go inside.  She says hi and smiled at me.  That smile, it’s so nice.  For the longest time, I have felt like there is something that I should say to her.  But the words escape me.  Am I too young?  Maybe.  Or maybe it’s just something beyond my grasp.  Still, every time I see her, my heart lights up.  What is this feeling?  Beating so fast.  Where does this emotion come from?  What does all this mean?  I shake my head, putting it out of my mind.  We have a whole summer ahead of us!  I’m not gonna waste a moment of it.

Do adults have these lazy afternoons?  Are they able to enjoy this time, like I do?  I don’t think so.  I don’t think so.  They’re always going to work, and then coming home tired and seemingly unhappy.  I am not looking forward to becoming an adult.  What do they have going on in their lives?  Doesn’t seem like much.  No video games, no books, no nothing.  Just gardening, garage stuff and whatnot.  Geez, is that fun?

So many great plans.  Swimming in my uncle’s pool.  Hanging and talking on the trampoline.  Going out to our secret fort and spending time.  This is the life!  Though part of me always wondered what it’s like to be some small town kid.  I live out in the middle of nowhere.  Nothing but poor people, out here.  Everywhere you look, poor people, in the shabbiest houses.  It’s pretty bad.  Is that also what adulthood is like?  I can’t even imagine.

My best friend will be around too.  Him and I don’t get to see enough of each other.  We can hang out in our secret room in the basement, where we can make our perfect utopia and muse about whatever is on our minds.  He is the brother I never had.  The sibling I always wanted.  She’ll hang with us too.  That’s good.  The three of us are inseparable.  I hope that I never have to leave where they are.  The three of us can do stuff forever.  We can see movies and play games and hang out.  That’s all I really want.  Sure, I want to write and stuff, but that’s just work.  All I really needs is him and her.

If I had more guts, I’d talk to her.  Maybe try and tell her about these weird feelings I have inside me.  It seems so good.  Like, every time we’re in a room together, the world looks so much better.  Then there are the later times.  We will hang out late in the day, sitting in her room and listening to Pure Moods.  She has this trippy glitter lamp that makes the walls all shiny and purple.  I hope to get one of those myself, someday.  Makes me wish I could describe this feeling better.  Like, my heart pounds.  We were at the lake, the other day.  Just talking and swimming and stuff.  We were next to each other, and all I wanted to do was be closer.  She was close to me, and that was enough.  What is that?  Love?  That seems like the right word.  But, it’s weird, right?  We’ve known each other forever.  And…never mind.  I just, if this is what I think it is, I don’t know what I’ll do.  Tell her?  I wish I could.  I really do.

Summer is my favorite time of year.  It gets me to writing this stuff.  You should see my drawer with writing in it.  It’s freaking crazy!  Got so much stuff!  I’m writing this in my “journal.”  Yeah, doesn’t even deserve the name.  I almost never write in this.  Christmas is cool and all, but summer is freedom.  Maybe, someday, if things change between her and I, I’ll be able to tell her.  Until then, I guess that’s what it is.  I think it is love.  I love her.  So weird, saying that out loud.  I love her.  The more I say it, the more it’s real.  Guess I couldn’t stay a little kid forever.

That’s my mission – find a point, before the end of the summer, that I can tell her.  That’s what I’m going to do!  Wish me luck.

(The tragic part is – I never did.  When I finally was able to tell her, the story was been and gone.  That is something I’ll always regret.  It breaks my heart, every time)

Until next time, a quote,

“Well, I doubt we can be together forever. But isn’t that what growing up’s all about? What’s important isn’t how often we see each other, but how often we think about each other. Right?” – Hayner, Kingdom Hearts II.5 ReMIX

Peace out,


Drunken Challenge: Creative Writing

I was sent a challenge by a friend of mine – get sufficiently inebriated and then do some creative writing.  I am going to answer his challenge, and put forth the challenge to all of you.  I’ve already gone through a Mike’s and two glasses of rum and coke.  Working on another Mike’s.  Feeling it nipping at me.  Will continue to drink while writing.  Here’s hoping that this doesn’t suck.  I put forth the challenge to all of you – do some creative writing while drunk.  Post a link to it in the comments.  I look forward to seeing what you come up with.

“Cuz, what is love?  I mean, to you?”
What a strange question to come out of left field.  Especially considering who it was coming from.  Still, he couldn’t help but feel the need to answer.  After all, this was one of the great philosophical questions that plagued the human race since the dawn of culture.  Since the time when humanity could look inward and wonder what it all meant.  Now, he was pondering this question, as he sat and folded laundry.  What a peculiar position to be put in.
“Honestly, I don’t think that I can answer that question in a way that makes sense.  I mean, seriously, who does have an answer to that question?  Is love what you feel when you are absolutely enamored with a person?  If so, then we’ve all been in love with some gorgeous person we see on the subway.  Is love being willing to take a bullet for somebody?  That seems kinda abstract.  Is love when you feel a connection to a person to makes being away from them painful?  Then love is just those first few months of a relationship.  Oh, sure, people say that they never lose that feeling, but that’s bullshit.  So really, who can define love?  It is the greatest mystery to ever be, aside from what happens to the mind after death.”
This answer didn’t please her.  She gave him a grumpy face and leaned back.  A cool draft blew in from the window beside the bed she was sitting on, and where he was folding clothes.  It was a gorgeous day, right at the beginning of when summer was arriving.  Life was returning to the land.
Seeing her discontent, he decided to look at it another way.  “Though, I suppose it all comes down to how you see it.  What is love, to you?”
The ball was in her court.  She bit the end of her thumb softly as she thought.  “I’m not sure.  I suppose that it means a point when how the person you feel this for’s emotions and attachments mean more to you than how you feel.  Like, when they’re happy, you’re happy, you know?”
He smiled at her.  “An interesting definition.  Which goes to my point about how abstract love is.  In the end, there is no wrong answer.  All answers are right or wrong, based on how you see things.  That’s the beauty of what love means.  It is powerful force that means so much to so many people.  It has people get into debates and have strong convictions.  Look at us, talking about this while I’m folding my boxers.  Now that is a powerful concept!”
Both of them got a laugh, at this.  They sat there, listening to soft music.  The young man’s taste went toward softer tunes, that left the heart full of content.  Between the two of them, not much needed to be said.
Then, his cousin looked up at him.  “Alright, if love is too abstract to truly define, then what about marriage?  Or being a parent?”
“Ah, now that is trickier!  Because, you see, every culture sees things different.  Look at the debates over whether or not gays should be allowed to marry.  There, two sides are firm in their convictions that they are right, and the other viewpoint is wrong.  Yet, throughout history, neither point truly has stayed consistently solid.  It changes from eon to eon.  That goes to another point that I have when talking to people about the gay marriage debate – no way is truly right or truly wrong.  It’s all a matter of perspective.  And history’s perspective is not set in stone.  Just because a culture progresses does not mean that it moves forward.  Sometimes, it tangents or goes backwards.  Nothing is truly for the best or the worst.  It’s all open to interpretation.”
Another look of confusion.  “But, isn’t the argument that gay marriage is a thing in so many countries, which people use as a point that America is being left behind by the global culture at large?”
He chuckled.  “Oh, indeed.  But, that is neither right or wrong.  Remember – it hasn’t always been that way in other countries.  But then, you go back further, and it was.  Change is part of history.  Are we to judge any nation by the current attitude, when attitudes have been in flux all throughout history?”
A nod.  “That makes sense.  So, I guess that parenting is much the same, right?  I mean, you had tribes who raised children together, without much communal central family, and communities that had almost no contact with other members, keeping to themselves.”
“Correct!  No perspective on history is absolute.”  He gave her a sly look.  “Let’s talk about something REALLY risque, in history – Nazis!”
The look on her face immediately got tense.
“Don’t worry, I mean not to condone them.  Nor condemn.  Not outright.  See, there were plenty of people in Germany at that time, who believed that the Nazis were wrong.  They were afraid to speak up.  Because the thing that had gotten them to the point where the Nazi party took power was an egregious treaty that left Germany dealing with the brunt of the previous war’s financial problems.  The German people were pushed to the brink by inflation and poverty.  The truth is that Hitler just happened to come at the right moment.  He isn’t the first leader to exploit his nation’s hardship for his own gain.  He won’t be the last.  History repeats itself.  The same drive that led people to rise up, was also tied in to the Germans who tried to help the Jews.  Not to mention, the Jews and gays get so much sympathy, but what about the gypsies?  To this day, that culture, or what’s left of it, is still looked down upon by Europe.  It has the connotation of being a thief, slovenly.  Gypsies were often killed, outright.  I haven’t seen a lot of mourning for them.  That goes to show that even sympathy is tied to the feelings of nation and the time.  It’s easy for us to sit on our high horse and judge, but we are not better.”
There was yet-another long pause.
“So, cuz, does that mean that how we see morality and love and all of that is just tied to culture?  That nothing is set in stone?  That seems like chaos.  How do we measure who we are as people without some sort of compass to guide us?”
He winked at her.  “Me dearest cousin, that is the greatest question of the 21st century.  One that I am glad to be a part of.  Even if it is when I’m folding my boxers and listening to Chris Botti.  It is what it is.  The actions of a lone summer’s day, to be enjoyed by two people who are dearest to one-another.  Profound stuff.”
Just then, the cat entered.  It’s lithe gray and black body coming to rest on his cousin’s lap, quickly settling in and demanding affection.
She looked up at her cousin.  “So then, if we can’t explain love, how do you explain cats?”
His eyes went wide.  “I think you’ve found the greatest philosophical question that has ever been asked!  One which, I believe, can never be answered.  For the answer is in the statement – cats.  Just, cats.”
The two of them laughed.  Finishing up his laundry, he sat next to her.  The two enjoyed the wind, blowing through the window, on that cool early-summer’s day.

Until next time, a quote,

“Life … is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.” – Seyton, Macbeth

Peace out,


Musical Insanity: Tight Pants/Body Rolls

There are days, growing in number, where I wonder what I’m doing on this planet.  Where I wonder what kind of life I am going to have and how I am going to spend the time that I have on this planet.  These days, I feel like the insanity is just piling on and I am along for the ride.  Gee, that doesn’t sound great, does it?  Well, sometimes it is.  Sometimes, I see things that justify my strange outlook on the world.  Sometimes, I am able to have profound moments that show me that it isn’t as bad as you think, and there is hope for the world.

Then there’s crazy shit like this –

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go somewhere very quiet, where I can pretend like the scary lady in tights can’t find me.  That woman scares me more than the clown from It.  I don’t want to know about her body rolls.  I don’t want to know about her tight pants.  I just…don’t.  At all.  Not even a little.  Are you scared too?  Good, that means that you’re still sane.  Enjoy that feeling.  It comes but once a year.

Until next time, a quote,

“It’s peanut butter jelly time!” -Brian, Family Guy

Peace out,


Bad PR 103 (A response to Mighty No. 9)

Going out into the world, equipped with a Bachelor’s in Journalism and Public Communication is interesting.  See, you learn both the journalism and PR side of the equation.  I can do both.  I want to do one or the other, but the job market fucking sucks right now, and that’s a real bummer.  As I have been paying attention to what happens in the world, I have been figuring out how I would be able to look at a situation from both the journalism and PR side of the coin.  I remember when Internet Aristocrat made his video on Dina Abou Karam and her affiliation with the Kickstarter-made project Mighty No. 9 (linked here).  As he was also a student of journalism at one point, we had a rather similar mindset about the whole affair.

In a lot of ways, what happened with Mighty No. 9 is just depressing.  Here you have the original creator of Mega Man wanting to create a spiritual successor to the franchise, since Capcom has decided that they want to give that whole series the finger and say “piss off.”  This game was meant to be that.  The project raised its projected amount, and even a little more, so that the game could have some DLC.  That seems like a pretty big success story, right?  Well, as is typical in the modern age, nothing is ever that simple.  Indeed, the story of Mighty No. 9 got so much more complicated than it needed to be, all because of Dina Abou Karam.  That one person has made the legacy that that game might have a complete clusterfuck from start to wherever it finishes.  It proved something I have long since known about how to handle modern feminism, social justice culture, and public relations.  The thing I know – if you play that game, no matter what you do, you WILL lose!

I’ll give a Cliff Notes version of what happened with Dina and Mighty No. 9.  Dina was hired as the Community Manager for the project.  The person who would talk to the backers and the public at large and make them stoked for the game.  That sounds like a pretty good gig, doesn’t it?  All you have to do is whore the game out!  How difficult is that?!  To someone like me, not at all.  In fact, since the game’s existence was based on social media and word of mouth, all you’d have to do is keep tight with the conversations on social media and interject with things you want the public to know.  In other words – get the hype train rolling.  Something that Square Enix has been woefully bad at for a LONG time.  Thankfully, with their latest project, they seem to be learning.  The next big step for them is to give us a release date, even if tentative, for Final Fantasy XV.  For real, Square, This E3, do it!  It’s the PERFECT time!  You can’t go wrong!  I give you that piece of PR advice for free.  The rest, I’d have to negotiate salary with you. (offer open)

Dina, however, decided that rather than pimp out this game that already had a ton of support, she would instead make the entire affair of her time as the Community Manager into a pulpit for her ideological differences with people.  For the full story, here’s a very good article from Tech Raptor which lays it out in bulk.  Needless to say, Dina did not do well there.  Not only did she piss off backers, to the point that some of them wanted their money back, but she also told people to boycott the game.  The stupidest business decision I have ever seen, from a person whose job it is to pimp out a game.  Telling people that a game company doesn’t want their business.  Then, she says that she quit, but I think she actually got fired.  And on her way out the door, she spit bile all over Mighty No. 9, making them look even worse for having hired her at all.

This was a Grade-A PR fuck-up.  For real, I don’t think that anyone could have done worse here.  How on Earth did Dina end up where she did?  Oh, right, she was hired because she had an in with the company.  Well, that doesn’t make them look good, does it?  Nepotism, ideological division, and bad PR.  This game’s future us uncertain.  Currently, it doesn’t look good.  And that is a real shame, because Mighty No. 9 looks like a good game.  The gameplay is smooth, the visuals are cool.  It takes me back to the old Mega Man X games.

So what can we learn, here?  What should we take away from what happened with Dina?  The thing to take away is – do NOT play this social justice game!  Don’t do it!  I cannot stress enough that these people have standards that are IMPOSSIBLE to satisfy!  You play that game, you’ll lose.  You’ll offend somebody, because these people get butthurt so easily that they must need ointment on their derrieres, to rub on daily.  They have unrealistic standards for what a video game should be, with all female characters being complete Mary Sues.  No matter how you try and make those people happy, you won’t.

What’s more, you don’t have to!  Recently, Anita Sarkeesian made a video where she promoted a bland, silent protagonist called The Scythean.  Sarkeesian has over 200,000 followers on her YouTube account.  When someone with that kind of pull promotes a game and a character in it, what do you think would happen, if their audience were gamers?  Easy – they would check the game out.  If Angry Joe came out today and said, “hey everybody, Mighty No. 9 is the coolest thing ever!” you know how many people would be eager for the game?  Everybody!  Everyone would want it.  Gaming personalities can make or break a game’s reputation.  Look at that business with Total Biscuit and Titan Souls.  He had a casual, non-offensive comment about how a game wasn’t his cup of tea, which then set off a PR shitstorm.  That’s what gaming personalities can do.  Yet, when Anita Sarkeesian says that a game and a character in it are good, what happens with the sales?  Virtually nothing.  It’s about the same.  The game is still bombing.  You know what that means?  That means that her audience isn’t gamers.  Which means that all these SJWs who supposedly game don’t even listen when their senpai recommends a game.  So they are obviously either full of shit or the kind of gamers who think that Nintendo is the greatest thing ever, like poor Movie Bob, and all those videos where he plays all the characters.  Which isn’t sad at all.

Meanwhile, let’s look at what does sell – the rest of the gaming crowd.  It’s good to make characters that more than one type of person can like.  But don’t think that you need a character who is pleasing to everybody.  After all, Grand Theft Auto V got so much hate and vitriol from the SJW crowd, and yet it is one of the highest-rated and highest-selling games of all time!

A basic rule of public relations is this – know your audience.  Who wants your product, and how can you promote your product to them?  That is the most fundamental thing that a PR person has to do!  When I hear people like Brianna Wu say that we need games to pander to them, I look at recent events and I realize – no we don’t.  We need games to be places where people don’t have to fear being ridiculed by a niche group of butthurt people.  We need to not be afraid of artistic freedom and creativity.  Where you can have a character like Billy, from Xenogears, who was a child prostitute to take care of his family, and it doesn’t spark some major crisis.  That’s what we need.  What’s more – that’s what gamers want!  We want games that are good.  We want games that are interesting.  The lot of us can handle some pretty edgy stuff.

To the creators of Mighty No. 9, take this away from what I’ve said – do like Rocksteady.  They took a M rating for their game without a worry, because they are making the game they want to make, and to hell with the ESRB.  We need more of that mentality.  And find a better Community Manager.  For crying out loud, Dina was a disaster.

Until next time, a quote,

“Let me put it this way – when it comes to the online social justice con game, nothing ever changes.  The days, weeks, and seasons of the year change, but the vindictive, fun-killing, self-righteous, circle-jerking hug-box horseshit remains the same.”  -Mykeru

Peace out,


Your Propaganda is Offensive! (A response to “My Family Raped Me”)

If there’s one thing that modern feminism does that pisses me off the most, it’s how they have trivialized the concept of rape.  They really have.  They’ve turned rape into a buzzword.  A catch-phrase.  Something that is to be repeated, ad nauseum.  It’s meaningless now.  Why?  Because now it encompasses everything!  There is, and I’m not even kidding here, such a thing as “stare rape” and “birth rape.”  No joke, look those up.  The latter of which is the most insane thing that I have ever seen.  Ever.  Reading the top article I found on “birth rape” made me want to punch kittens.  I love kittens!  Stop being this stupid!  I don’t want to hurt any kittens!

But there is a more serious side to this.  Namely, that women who are the victims of rape, the kind that is violent and brutal and horrible, are being trivialized. “I got drunk at a party and had sex in a stairwell!”  Yeah, well, one of my best friends is a girl who was raped by her father, who exploited the fact that she had vocal paralysis from a disease to keep her from screaming.  He did that for almost a year, before she acted and slashed his guts open.  He is currently in prison, for a 50 year sentence. She was in a mental hospital for a long time.  It took a lot of rehabilitation, but she’s out.  Still mute, but she’s out, and living her life again.  Are you comparing your drunken escapades that you regret the next morning to her?

But Lucien, she was intoxicated! She couldn’t give consent!

Was the other guy?  Oh, he was?  Well then, that makes it pretty clear.  Two people had drunken sex, and so the guy is a rapist.  That makes sense.  However, I will give that with alcohol, it’s a pretty narrow line. After all, there are guys who get girls wasted and have sex with them.  That isn’t cool.  But when two people get totally blitzed and have sloppy booze sex, is that really what we’re going to call rape?  The debate over that is on-going, and you wanna know something – I am glad that we’re having that discussion.  That is something worth talking about.

However, there are times when this just pisses me off.  When people say that something that happened to them is rape, when it so obvious isn’t even a sex crime.  Like guys who cat-call girls on the street.  Or when a guy looks a girl and likes what he sees (what about if a chick undresses you with her eyes?  My aforementioned lady-friend is into the ladies, and does that all the time!  Is that also “stare-rape?”).  A crime did not occur.  What occurred? A guy (or girl.  For real, can we please stop excluding lesbians and bisexual women out of the conversation about attraction to women?!) looking at someone isn’t a sex crime.  This is crazy.

But there was a video that has been released, and you know what, this shit just pisses me off!  In a world of things that trivialized real rape, here we had to get someone in probably the most offensive pieces of Puritan Feminism propaganda to come out and say that “My Family Raped Me.”  First, here’s the video.

Is your blood boiling?  I know mine is.  I want to take this girl and smack her upside her head until a little knowledge gets through all the ideological programming she has been given.

I have known two women in my life who have been the victims of real sex crime.  Both of whom I care for very much.  When I hear people like this, who talk about how they are the victims of rape because their dad hit their mom (though not really.  Did you see how far his hand was from her face?) or because their mom called some other girl a “slut,” it makes me so pissed!  What the fuck has happened to society?!  What have we become?!  I swear, modern feminists are picking up where the Tea Party left off!  They are working so hard to make every girl who has any amount of exposure to the world scared to death.  You have women like that one chick who criticized the bikini and said that women need to dress more modestly.  No wonder the SJWs stick up for Islam!  These women seem to want to wear a hijab!

I am afraid for the future.  I really am.  What kind of culture are we raising, when an amount of sexual expression is viewed as rape?  Her brother liked some girl’s ass?  The horror!  That’s rape!  He raped his sister by liking some other girl’s ass!  Where does it end?  That’s not a rhetorical question.  I want to know.  Because, from where I’m sitting, it looks like these people just want to have culture go back to the Victorian age, where everybody is so scared of sex that they have secret clubs where women can feel what actual intimacy is like.  We are coddling every stupid ideology that tells you that being afraid of sex parts is totally fine.  That it’s not weird or bad or something that you are supposed to get past once you leave the teenage years.  We tell them that it’s misogyny, or oppression.  And these people, so eager to be told that there is nothing wrong with them, to feed their narcissism, will just eat that up.  This is what they are being told.  This needs to stop!  I can’t be the only person who sees that this is a bad thing.  That this is going to raise a generation of kids who will embrace this puritanical mindset and have all the work that women who were actually for equality get flushed down the fucking drain.

To the girl who made this video – you were not raped.  Your dad hitting your mom, awful as that is, was not rape.  Your mom calling some other girl a slut was not rape.  Your brother admiring a girl’s ass was not rape.  Don’t like that?  Well too fucking bad!

Until next time, a quote,

“There is something to be learned from a rainstorm. When meeting with a sudden shower, you try not to get wet and run quickly along the road. But doing such things as passing under the eaves of houses, you still get wet. When you are resolved from the beginning, you will not be perplexed, though you still get the same soaking. This understanding extends to all things.”  -Hagakure: The Way of the Samurai

Peace out,