So Tired of You Playing the Woman Card (A response to Hillary Clinton)

Why can’t this woman just go away?  Why can’t she realize that her political career is forever destroyed and just disappear?  To this day I don’t begrudge that she lost.  As much as Trump is the personification of a 14 year old boy in the White House, I still don’t feel bad that he won and she lost.  This woman is a menace, and with the reveal from Donna Brazile, we now know beyond a shadow of a doubt that Hillary rigged the primary against Bernie Sanders.  It’s not a question anymore, it’s a fact.  But the first source that revealed her lies might have been Russia!  Oh no!  But now, she’s back again, to play the woman card to get sympathy.  I’m sick of it.

See, she is mad that people are telling her to shut up and go away now that she’s lost and everyone sees her for the greedy, corrupt shill that she is.  She said that people never said that to a man.  Oh really?  Do tell, Hillary, what man in recent memory has been busted rigging a primary, buying their party, damn-near restarting the Cold War to try and get people’s attention away from her lies, and then refusing to just go the fuck away after the firestorm is done?  I’m all ears.  Tell you what, you find me a man who meets those criteria and I will tell him to shut up as well.  Just say the word.  Come on, all you dejected Democrats who care more about party than you do about principles, find me the Presidential candidate who meets those criteria and we can all pile on to that person together.

I fucking hate how this woman keeps playing the woman card the second there is any push-back.  It’s the cowardly response of someone who has absolutely ZERO argument in her favor or nothing legitimate to say to their detractors and just wants to stamp their feet and be like “but mommy, I was supposed to be President!”  It’s the card people play when they have no argument but their own butthurt.

It’s also a way to deflect criticism without having to answer for it.  SJW after SJW has done it.  The moment that any female ones are taken to task for the stupid bullshit that they say, they instantly retreat behind the female card and say they don’t have to explain their position to you, it’s on you to learn about it, or that they are never wrong because woman.  Or minority.  Hell, if they can pull both cards then they are just golden.  Women from Anita Sarkeesian, Brianna Wu, Rebecca Watson, Laci Green, and countless others all pull the Woman Card the second the criticism gets to them.  One among those has at least come down from her pedestal a little, but I didn’t hear her apologizing to Roaming Millennial for filing a DMCA claim against her.  Or for her insane tirade after Trump won the election that looked SO immature.

People like this really do make women look bad when they immediately have to go to the “but I’m a woman!” defense and let their white knights fight for them.  Hillary has had so many people desperately trying to defend what a crooked piece of shit she is.  Like after Donna Brazile let the cat out of the bag in terms of what Hillary did to rig the primary against Bernie Sanders, you had people being like “so she bought the DNC, that doesn’t mean Bernie didn’t have a chance!  So what if she had all the party’s donations going to her and kept the DNC employees on slave wages.  So watch if she had the entire media fighting for her while undercutting Bernie.  So what if there was convenience after convenience in states where Bernie was polling vastly better than her, and she used every political trick she could to get it so Bernie supporters who were Independent couldn’t vote in the primaries?  That doesn’t mean anything!”

Hillary, find me a man who is currently in politics who has done things as bad as you and has refused to just fade into the sunset the way you desperately need to, and I will tell him to shut up too.  Until then, your vagina doesn’t make you immune from criticism, and the fact is that you are a corrupt cunt who rightfully got destroyed like the piece of trash you are!  And before you say that I wouldn’t say anything like what I’m saying to you to a man, I have said NOTHING nice about Trump.  This guy is like a giant 14 year old boy, and his sycophants on /r/TheDonald are some of the funniest useful idiots I’ve ever seen.

Until next time, a quote,

“It’s never too late to shut up, if you know you are lying.” – Anonymous

Peace out,

Maverick

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Count Dankula, the UK, Free Speech, and the Regressive Left’s Embrace of Fascistic Ideals

That title is a mouthful, but there’s a lot I want to talk about in this post.  Recently, a YouTuber named Count Dankula made a video where he taught his pug to raise his paw like a Nazi salute when he says “Seig Heil.”  It’s the most basic low-brow comedy.  He taught a cute doggy how to do something offensive.  It’s basic bitch comedy.  But the UK disagreed.  They found it offensive, and now this man is being convicted of a crime for being offensive.  An actual crime that faces actual jail time.  That’s what this man is facing right now.  A baffling state of affairs that truly does shock me to my core.

Let me put this into perspective for you – a First World country has actually made hurting people’s feelings offensive.  And it’s not the first.  Belgium is the first.  This is the second.  Now Spain is also getting in on the fun.  More and more First World countries are making it illegal to say things that hurt people’s feelings.  The fact that this doesn’t terrify people is utterly gut-wrenching.  Why?  Because people don’t seem to really understand what is going to happen with this.  Where all of this is going.  It will sound like I am making a slippery slope fallacy with where this is going, but there is real historical evidence for my contentions.

I don’t agree with virtually any of Milo Yiannopoulos’ politics, save one.  It baffles me that free speech is a right-wing issue now instead of a left-wing one.  That wasn’t always the case.  Hell, back in the age of McCarthy, it was a left-wing issue as the right crushed people’s freedom of expression.  But then the tables turned and it became the right who championed it, because all the “progressive” fuckers had to come out of the woodwork and decide that if what you say makes people sad, then you lose the right to say it.

Another thing that Milo has said that I genuinely agree with is this –

Freedom of speech is something that has to be fought for in every generation, so people can appreciate what it means.

It really does, because people truly don’t appreciate it now.  Because now you have people saying things like –

Just because you have freedom of speech doesn’t mean you have the freedom to offend people!

People who think this way need to fall into a volcano and rid the world of their stupidity.  Why?  Because the people who believe that my right to speech ends at your feelings are not understanding how this sort of thinking is most-certainly going to be used by the very worst sorts of people.

It’s funny that you have people on the far-left saying that Nazis are so bad, when they seem very comfortable with embracing the ideals of fascism.  Do these people just not realize that once we make speech a right that can be taken away, and start legislating which speech can be illegal and which is not, that someone in power is eventually going to use that to crush dissent?  We’ve seen it before.  There are countless historical stories of figures using legislation against speech to destroy all opposition.

A lot of people can make the argument that the SJWs already do this.  I think there is something to this argument.  We’ve seen how those in power within the movement exploit their authority for their own gains, and anyone who speaks out against them, they sic their little mobs of sycophants on them.  These people have no sense of decency.  They will exploit whatever power they can get their grubby mits on in order to gain more power and take power away from people they don’t like.  They do it on YouTube, they do it in the media, and now they are doing it from positions of authority.

The far-left likes to fancy themselves the proletariat fighting against the bourgeois, but they’re not.  They’re the useful idiots of the bourgeois, fighting in favor of the very fascism that they claim to be so against.  And make no mistake, the powerful are going to utilize them to their own benefit.  Now that it is acceptable to criminalize speech, where does it end?  It ends where a dictator in power says it does.  With more and more First World countries adopting the SJW logic as a cultural mindset, it’s a fact that dictators will rise.  And once they have enough power, they will come for everyone who they are against.  Who will speak up?  Nobody.  Because the public is already brainwashed by these idiots.

In closing, the UK has done a decidedly horrible thing, and by the time they realize just how bad this is, it will be too late, and the ACTUAL fascists will be in power, and all dissent will be met with fervent applause.  Chris Ray Gun did a fantastic music number about this, so that’s what I’m going to close this out with.

Until next time, a quote,

“Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it.” – George Santayana

Peace out,

Maverick

Top 10 Classical Pieces I Want to See in a Fantasia-esque Film

I’ve made no secret that my favorite Disney film is Fantasia.  I saw a video saying that it was part of what they called the animation Dark Ages.  I couldn’t possibly disagree more.  Animation will NEVER be as good as it was then.  The risks they could take, and the level of detail and freedom have never been what they once were.  Not to mention Disney became a company that is pure evil and ruined destroyed 2D animation because it didn’t make enough money for them anymore.  So yeah.

But this movie shaped my love of 2D animation and classical music.  I lament with every fiber of my being how 2D animation died in this country.  It breaks my fucking heart.  The original idea behind Fantasia is that it would be an ever-evolving piece, showcasing all kinds of animation and music, with no two showing being the same.  Walt Disney’s ambition is commendable, but the film itself nearly bankrupted the studio, so the idea of making another one right after that was a little beyond them.  There was a sequel made so many years later, but it failed to capture the magic of the original.

I was at work one day when I heard a piece of music come on.  See, I hijacked the radio there and we play classical music all day.  It probably drives my coworker nuts, but since they said nobody has control over the radio and I was told to play whatever I want, and the oldies station plays the same stuff over and over again, I decided to go with music that would keep my attention and wouldn’t annoy me.  This beautiful piece came on and immediately I knew what to write about – what pieces I would include if the concept behind Fantasia would ever be taken up by another studio and run with.  It’s a small dream, but here we got.  These are the top 10 pieces I want to see in another film that uses the same concept as Fantasia – taking classical music, and putting animation to it.  Letting animators hearts run free and seeing what they come up with.

I will be attaching images with each of these choices to show what comes to my mind, but I am all over letting other creators have free reign to have their own ideas.  I will also have all the pieces linked on their name, so listen to them and tell me what you come up with.  Let’s do this!

10. Cuban Overture
George Gershwin
Gershwin had this interesting thing where he would write music about the places I figure he must have been.  An American in Paris was a close contender to this spot, but Cuban Overture won out because it.  This piece is so energized!  And for my own idea, I wanted to make a bit being about Latin America.  More of one from antiquity, since modern Latin America has problems.  Is it romanticizing the area?  Perhaps.  But I won’t apologize for that.  The truth about the world is ugly.  We all want to make the world a prettier place in our minds.  Instead of this being a flowing narrative, having it be a spectacle of all the things a character we follow coming across sounds even better.  Then it all ends with them taking part in some festivities and closing out the first of what will hopefully be a lot of fun days.  Or maybe be a story of their journey across a period of time and them flying home at the end, thinking about coming back.

9. Moldau
Smetana
Listening to the soft, gentle rhythms of this piece, what comes to mind is a very fantastical place.  This is a world of magic, mystery.  I thought of the piece in Fantasia with the fairies.  In the process of getting a piece of art to go with what I saw my vision, I stumbled across a brilliant moment – a human entering this world!  I know, about as original as a ham sandwich, but the way I see it, nothing is original.  It’s all in the execution.  Just like the last piece, the narrative here is what the person sees.  And I don’t just want it explained at all.  The idea behind this format is no words.  The audience has to come to their own conclusions.  Maybe have some absolutely absurd things, with the character and yourself wondering what to make of it all.  Then, like any good Nutcracker story, it has them going back to the real world, not knowing what to think of it all.

8. Spirit Garden
Toru Takemitsu
Something that doesn’t get enough credit in the very academic music community is some of the stuff that comes out of other countries.  Japan has a history of very interesting music, along with some haunting classical pieces.  This is one of them.  I also figure, since we’re representing Japanese classical music, why not represent their art style?  This piece is dark.  I like that.  The cold tones make me think of an alien realm.  For this, I would want there to be NO central character.  This is all about imagery for the audience.  A strange, bizarre world.  Too much like the last piece?  Perhaps.  One may have to be sacrificed for the other.  Or maybe another idea for this.  But it’s weird, off-putting darkness is too good for me not to want it on this list.

7. Afro-American Symphony
William Grant Still
Something people seem to think about me, because I have railed against forced diversity so much is that I hate diversity on its merits.  That couldn’t be farther from the truth.  In reality, there are some incredibly diverse things that I absolutely love.  And a piece of music about the black community that has a great beat, clearly gets some inspiration from jazz, and seems to perfectly tell the story about a person’s day fits so well.  That’s what I imagine this to be.  Some black kid and the story about their day.  The ups, downs, and messy bits.  So long as it could avoid becoming preachy or having the same forced diversity I rail again, then I am all in.  It’s a little dream.

6. In the Hall of the Mountain King
Grieg
Time to break up the fantastical and get into some of the darker stuff.  This is one of my favorite pieces that goes SO well with creepy visuals.  This piece would be short, but my vision for it is crystal clear.  It begins at the entrance to an old castle.  The camera guides you through the dilapidated halls.  Moonlight shines in, painting shadows everywhere and having you feeling on edge.  I want to creep all the people out!  The dark shadows move with the camera, heading ever inward, toward the central chamber.  The closer you get, the more off-putting it becomes.  Eventually, you can see the shadows moving in.  Lights start turning on.  Strange lights with blue flame.  It has you feeling nervous.  Very, very nervous.  Then, the huge door!  This is it.  The central hall.  Right as the music swells up, it bursts in.  Then, all manner of creatures and persons are in there, with madness and eclectic dancing all about.  At the head of the table, you see a king who looks boistrous, with a mad look in his eye!  He laugh and gets in on the merriment.  Lights and shadows everywhere.  Finally, the camera is backing out fast, and the door slams shut!  Oh yeah…

5. Triumphmarsch und Chor
Guiseppe Verdi
This piece has come to mind specifically because of a girly-mate of mine who is in the Navy, who I don’t get to see nearly enough.  Trying to find artwork to go with this was horrible.  SO much artwork surrounding the military is all about sucking the military’s dick or showing off how badass America is.  And that’s not the military I am picturing.  I want these people to be regal!  I want it to be a march of a military who is in dress uniform that looks like the kind you can hang sword from.  Marching through the streets of a very well-to do city.  Wanna fuck with the sensibilities of America?  I do.  Let’s have there be newspapers where the headlines are all in German, so only those who speak German will know what they’re getting on about.  Have it be that there was a war won.  Don’t worry, this isn’t Nazis.  I’m not an edgelord.  Regal troops running triumphant from a campaign, marching in tune.  If you really wanted to get into the dark stuff, have them thinking about battle.

For this piece, I was thinking about animation which actually goes with the style in the pic I have attached with this.  Bright, colorful, and personable.  Since the piece becomes more cordial later, have there be a couple characters we follow, and their part in all the festivities.  But I want to keep this all about them coming home, with everyone cheering their name.

4. Piano Concerto #2
Rachmaninoff
In addition to wanting to run the gamut of various cultures that have given us classical music, I wanted to run the gamut on emotions as well.  This piece is very, very sad.  It tells a story of loss, pain, and trying to find one’s self.  I like that.  Maybe it’s just my depression that I have had to and will always have to live with that’s taking, but I like it.  But don’t go thinking that I want to have you, the audience, feeling miserable with me.  I want this piece to be about the person and the legacy of feeling loss, mourning, or just the grim reality of life.  With that in mind, here’s what I came up with for the visual element – an old man.  Someone who has had a long life, and seen many things.  Maybe have it be about the love of his life and the life they shared.  Remember how Up had us seeing a couple growing up and then growing old?  Well, I like that concept, and instead of there being a silly Pixar movie attached, I want to run with it all the way.  Have the film showcase this man’s life, his loves, his passion, and then how it all comes to an end.  Maybe have it be a metaphorical and literal journey of him walking a path to where his journey ends.  Oh, and because he is old, let’s give him a cat to take that last journey with.  An old timer that has shared the last 20 years with him on his journey.  It would end with them reaching that destination, and the music and visuals coming to show it all coming to an end.

3. Clair de Lune
Claude Debussy
This is my favorite piece of classical music of all time.  Now, Disney had done a version of this for their original Fantasia film, but it had to be cut.  Why?  I’ll never know.  The original version of it did get released, but I wanted to do my own take.  In the original Fantasia, they opened with a piece that had you thinking about the music first and then going into the visual style.  It opened with the audience being conscious of the orchestra, and then subsequently getting into abstract animation.  I like that idea.  But instead of it being an orchestra, I want it to be someone at a piano.  This would initially involve rotoscoping animation, but over time it would get more fantastical as the piece goes on.  Where would the animation go?  Who can say.  I just know where I want it to start.  Where it finishes is entirely up to the animators who bring it to life.  That’s just my thought.  I love this piece.  Makes me think of my grandmother on my old man’s side.  She loved it too.  I think she would like that too.

2. The Planets Suite
Gustav Holst
Now, here is a piece that could be it’s own film.  In fact, I kind of want it to be.  Have each planet’s section be a different showcase of a different kind of animation and a different vision.  Lots of ideas here.  Tons.  Too many.  But the reason I put this on the list is because there’s one more that I want to showcase on here.  Several years ago, someone decided to write another piece to be added to Holst’s vision.  See, he never wrote one for Earth.  So they called it “Earth, the bringer of life.”  I like it!  Not only does it go with his style of composition, but it rounds it all out nicely.  I want to have it featured as well.  I guess this was more about telling you about this addition than what I want done with it, but I think its worth bringing up.  This Suite has so much potential, and as I said, I genuinely do think it could and should be its own film in this vein, with each part serving to accompany its own ideas.

And the piece that I want most, that started all of this is…

1. Daphnis et Chloe
Maurice Ravel
As I said this is the piece I heard on the radio.  The one that I couldn’t stop thinking about.  It was magic!  I think it still is.  It runs the gamut of tones, emotions, and even has choral elements inside it as well.  I love it.  This piece is one I have grown to love almost overnight.  Should I ever get to hear it in person, my life may be complete right then.  Uncertain.  So, with that in mind, what animation elements do I want here?  I’ll tell you.  I want to go big!  Something sweeping, large, and epic!  In my mind, that means one thing – dragon riders!  With that, we can have a sweeping landscape.  Have it be the story of a person who is looking to join the ranks of the riders.  Or the story of a day in the life of one.  Whatever the case, that’s what I want to see.  The visuals need to be a cut above the rest.  It has to be detailed and sublime.  I want to see a ton of riders.  I want to see their world.  This has to be a place I can damn-near touch!  Yes, that’s what I want.

What about you?  What do you all hear in any of this?  What pieces would you like to see if you could do this?  If I had tens of millions of dollars, I’d bring it to you.  Hand to Groj, I would.

Until next time, a quote,

“Walt Disney once described animation as a voyage of discovery, into the realms of color, sound, and motion.” – Angela Lansbury, Fantasia 2000

Peace out,

Maverick

There Might Be Death

Incoming signals!  So many.  She couldn’t track them all.  Too much input.  This truly was a massive battle.  Protectorate forces were looking to hold their ground here.  No shock.  This natural resource satellite was central to this planet’s defense.  If it fell, their ability to defend this world would likely fall.  It was a battle of will, since the enemy had this entire asteroid fortified and was ready to fight.
Bringing the combat sensors up and her weapons online, Quinn shifted the Killer Bee into combat form.  It was time to fight!  Kate was clicking away on the shield, getting everything ready.  This was going to be one hell of a battle.  All around them, other pilots were shifting.  Vyse was already prepped to go.  No surprise.  The oldest pilot in the Fleet, but still every bit the ace he was when he was younger.  Enemy signals were off the damn chart!
“All armors, the mission is to keep the enemy defenders occupied so our bombers can punch a hole through their defenses.  Understood?!” the Flight Lieutenant asked.
“Aye-aye!” all responded.
Turning off the audio to the rest of the squadron, Quinn smiled.
“Now the fun gets started!”
“Damn right!  Enemy armors incoming!  There are enough of them where we can pick our target and go,” Kate replied.
Immediately she turned to a tight-knit group of armors.  Their proximity was weird.  Why are they so close together?  Anyone knew to stagger and keep distance to avoid not only friendly fire, but what she was about to do.  Bringing her rockets up, she locked on to the whole bunch.  In a split-second, she let loose the barrage.  Even if only 70% of the rockets hit home, they were going to kill every single one of these idiots.  This is amateur stuff.  Lancing lights into the dark void, almost every one of them hit home.  It was a beautiful spectacle that glowed, killed, then disappeared into the void.
Why would pilots be making this kind of amateur mistake?  That was too easy.
Kate could hear her mind.
“They must be desperate for pilots, so they are getting whoever can operate an armor.”
Unbelievable.  Such a senseless waste of lives.  Kids who had never seen actual combat being thrown into a meat grinder.  Looking around, that’s what it was.  Their forces were really making short work of them.  But sheer numbers were having the desired effect.  They would take down ten, only for twenty to take their place.  Quinn suddenly knew what she had to do.  Bringing her close-range blades and guns online, she blasted the Killer Bee off as fast as it would go, into the beehive they had kicked up.
It was such brutal fighting.  Cutting the enemy down, while they seemed barely able to respond.  Every time one of them would go down, the rest would try and back off.  Had they just put the kids in a pilot’s seat and told them which button would shoot?!  What made all of this more unfortunate was the fact that these armors were top of the line.  It looked like they were fresh off the showroom floor.
As before, the numbers were the biggest problem.  They had kicked up a massive hornet’s nest here, and Directorate forces were feeling the heat.  Some Protectorate forces were just rushing them knowing that most of them would be blown to bits but knowing at least one of them would get through to strike a blow on their enemy.  It led to some horrifying suicide runs.
They’re throwing their lives away, Quinn heard in her head.  It was true.  This was such a senseless waste of life.  Their processing system couldn’t make heads or tails of it.  So many enemies that being able to factor in all the combat options was impossible.  Had the enemy done this deliberately?
The view was almost beautiful for how ugly this battle was.  Lances and ribbons of light everywhere.  Rocket explosions on all sides.  The shimmering everywhere in this grim starlight was kind of tragic.

Far from the battle, Capt. Eramire and her XO watched the battle and were in awe of how horrible this was.  It was a battle that was going nowhere.  They had launched several bombardments of rockets, but the enemy just kept coming!  Their close-range guns were tasked to capacity as they had enemies making suicide runs against them.  She wanted to give orders to her subordinates, but there was nothing they could do.  Sending the bombers now would be suicide.  There was a stalemate that was reached simply because this enemy wouldn’t flee.  Nowhere to go.  It was fight or die.
In the back of her mind, she wondered what gave them this kind of determination.  Had these pilots been told that the Directorate was going to glass the planet or something?  That is ridiculous.  Whatever drove them to fight like this, she would likely never know what it was.
A signal from the D.S.N. Cold Calculation
“Are you seeing this?!” the Captain of the vessel asked.
“Yeah.  I’m not sure what to do.  If we send the bombers in now, they’ll be blasted to pieces.  The enemy doesn’t seem to care how many of their people they kill.  And I can’t move my ship in closer because that would send us even more into that maw.  We are barely keeping our weapons going as it is.”  The tactical side of her was frustrated beyond reason.
A pause.  “Alright, somebody’s gotta make the call.  My cruiser is already damaged from the lead-in with their Fleet in Operation Sledgehammer.  I’m gonna punch a hole.”
Realizing what this guy was talking about.  “That’s suicide!  They’ll send themselves right at your guns!  By the time you’re close enough to do damage to the enemy, you won’t be able to attack.”
“I know.  But I can smash this ship into the enemy and take a couple of ships with me.  That’ll open a hole in their defenses.”
It was already coming down to ships having to make a suicide run?  This battle was a clusterfuck in the highest sense of the word.
“Okay.  Good hunting.”
“You too, Violent Retribution.  Make sure it was noted how insane I am for future captains to learn something.”
She chuckled.  “Aye-aye.  Kick ass.”
“That’s the plan.  Over and out.”  The line went dead.  Everyone saw the engines on the other ship powering up and it started its approach.
“Captain, the enemy is converging on them!” the helmsman reported.
Opening a channel to their Battle Group.  “Attention all ships, one of our own is making a run at the enemy to try and open a hole.  The enemy is going right for them!  Train all your guns to clear as much of a path as you can!  Let’s see if we can at least clear some firing vector for them.”
Within seconds, all of the nearby ships were having their artillery aim right in the immediate path of the Cold Calculation.
“All armors, that goes for you as well!  Let’s clear the road for this idiot!”
“Aye-aye!”

Vyse was dealing with so many enemies.  He could barely tell up from down anymore.  It was taking all of his maneuvering skill to keep away from the swarm of enemies that were making a beeline at him.  This strategy was brilliant in its simplicity.  He didn’t have the shield of the Killer Bee.  His kinetic barrier was already falling apart.  A few more hits and it would collapse completely.
Taking a pot-shot that took down two of them, he got the call to assist a ship that was making a run to punch a hole.  How could he do that?!  His sensors were barely able to keep track of where he was, much less where this ally was.  This was madness.  Using the debris from fallen enemies and a frigate that got ripped apart in the original volley, he knew that something had to be done.  Age wasn’t helping in this battle.  Vyse could feel it catching up to him.  He was tired.  It made him angry.  I am not going to let being the oldest man out here stop me!
In that moment, he had some bravery.  Time to take a page from Quinn’s book.  Engaging his close-range blades, he stopped dodging and went right at the swarm.  Slicing and dicing right through them, he cut the remainder of the swarm to pieces.  Every last pilot in there either had their armor disabled or destroyed.  Most of them were likely dead.  Such a waste of life.
He saw Killer Bee making for their objective.  She may be crazy, but Quinn still followed orders.  She just saw fit to break ranks whenever she saw a chance to do something crazy.  The rest of their squadron was coming as well.  Ivaline, Jared, Mako, all forming up alongside them.  No sign of the Flight Lieutenant.  Their wing would have to form on him.
“Alright, we need to punch a hole!  The enemy is likely going to use the same tactics they have on us to go after the ship we’re protecting.  We’re gonna have to get a little creative.  We have to hit these guys right in front of the damn thing.  It’s speeding up, so this is gonna get hairy.  Everyone got it?”
Quinn could be heard laughing.  “This is nuts!  I love it!  Roger that, LT!”  Killer Bee blasted off.  This was going to get messy.  Why was the Protectorate throwing kids into a meat grinder?  Was there no one else to get?

Flying in, Quinn saw the huge silhouette coming towards them.  This cruiser looked so much bigger from this angle.  Her particle cannon cut down a couple enemies, then her close-range cannons blasted through the barrier of another and tore it to shreds.  She knew what they had to do.  Hitting her boosters as fast as she could, she sent the thought to Kate that she would have to make sure to feed her data on enemy position.  They’d have split-second timing to get targets as they moved.
Flying through space, dodging wreckage from armor and busted ships, their particle cannons came online.  Like gun-fu in movies, she was targeting and blasting in so many directions, all without losing momentum.  Jets of yellow light going out all over.  In front of the cruiser that looked like swiss cheese with blue lights trailing after it.  It was so quite something.
Just then, an enemy got brave.  It flew right at her, using wreckage to mask its approach or avoid her fire.  It got right within striking distance.  Kate was frantically pressing away to bring the shield up, but it was right in front of them!  At this range, there wasn’t much they could do.  The enemy pulled out their blades.  Right as it was about to strike, a lance of light went right down from their head.  Quinn and Kate both looked to above their position.  Vyse’s unit flew by.  The two heard his laughter over the comm.
“You gotta pay more attention, ladies!”
“Screw you!” they said in unison.  If this system was good for one thing, it made them damn-near finish each other’s sentences.
“It’s screw you, Flight Lieutenant to you, ladies.”
“Acting Flight Lieutenant!” they again shouted in unison.  This synchronization was perfect.  There were days that the two didn’t know if they were two people or one when they used this machine.  They could feel each other’s thoughts and actions as if it was their own.  So strange.
“Hey guys, they’re coming into range of the enemy ships!  It’s time we get out of here!” Mako said.
“Good thinking.  Everyone, we got them in.  Fall back to our ships.  Let’s see the fireworks.”

From the bridge of the Violent Retribution, Eramire watched.  They’d done it.  All of the ships had stopped firing.  Cold Calculation was out of the range of their guns.  It was headed right for a Battleship-class vessel.  It’s guns were tearing through the hull, but they kept on going.  Zoomed in on the monitor, their ship looked so beaten.  Like the kid who is going up against the bully after the bully has turned their face into hamburger.  It was admirable.
Then, for that split-second, it smashed into right into the hull of the enemy.  Didn’t even slow down.  A sudden flash of blue light, growing larger and larger.  The core was detonated!  So the plan wasn’t just to smash into them, it was to blow them up.  So he actually was talking about punching a hole in their defenses.  The explosion tore the battleship to giant chunks of white-hot metal.  Bet they never saw that coming.
“All ships!  Concentrate fire on that area!  Take out all the nearby vessels!  Let’s widen that hole!”
From there the stars lit up with huge beams of particle energy and javelin torpedoes.  The armors got out of range.  The enemy armors were falling back.  They knew that something bad had just happened.  But the fight wasn’t over.  Likely they would form a new defense line closer to the resource satellite.  It was a smart strategy.  Would give them time to regroup.  Several more ships were destroyed in the barrage.  The hole was widened.  Their defense line was falling apart.  More and more ships broke off to head inward.
Several vessels saw the chance to seize the day.  For Violent Retribution, she ordered their armors to come back in.  They had done enough.  Hours of fighting, and they had pushed the enemy back.  Time to get them back in, restocked, recharged, and then they could rejoin the Battle Group and go back into the fight.

Quinn got the order, and as much as she wanted to give chase to the dogs who had tucked-tail and ran, she could hear Kate in her mind, saying she didn’t want to stay here.  All of these kids who they killed today.  It didn’t feel right to her.  Not that she agreed, but it was time to go home.  They learned one thing today – the Protectorate was scared.  So scared that they were getting any kid who they could give basic training to, and putting them out front and center to die.  Such an ugly war.
Looking around, now the stars were littered with something else – rotting carcasses of vessels, armors, bombers, you name it.  Whole sections of vessels that still had air flowing out, showing that something inside was still alive, waiting to die or hoping to get saved.  Such an ugly war.  So much beauty in space, but these battles left it just a little less so.  Changing back to flight mode, they jetted for home.  They’d be back out to join the fight again soon enough.

Until next time, a quote,

“When you cling to life, you live in fear of death. And that fear will cloud your judgment. But once you get free of that, you can go on fighting to the end of the world.” – Rebecca “Revy” Lee, Black Lagoon

Peace out,

Maverick

Video Games are Fueling the Rise of the Far Right! Right? (A response to The Guardian)

I swore that I would never go after this publication again.  They officially became too low-hanging fruit after the article about how emojis are evil.  That was the point when I decided that they are so stupid that responding to them is a waste of what little intelligence I have.  But dammit, they make this so easy!  And now they are going after a hobby that is near and dear to my heart, saying that since the inception of video games, they are helping fuel right-wing ideologies.  This is so ridiculous.  When I saw this article being talked about, I had to make a response.  Here’s a link to the article, now let’s talk about it.

Gaming cultures are connected to violence – but should be considered in terms of the rise of far right political discourse and the prominence of “alt-right” misogyny and racism.

Oh boy, I am sure that you are going to find a very concise, totally not bullshit way of demonstrating this point of view.  I’m sure you are.  I’m sure that there won’t be any buzzword usage and emotional appeal slathered all over this crap.  Not even a little.  If there’s one thing the far-left and the far-right have in common, it’s bad argumentation.  I love them for it.

The white male supremacy in gaming has been discussed in the context of the harassment campaign Gamergate and via the link between Trump and gamer message board threads on the 4chan website.

So, where do we get started on why this is bullshit?  For starters, I am not going to go through all the madness that was #GamerGate and why you’re wrong.  I’m going to let the archived videos of Internet Aristocrat do it for me.

As for boards on 4chan being for Trump, so what?  People online talking about politics.  I’m sure that gaming has a connection there.  Like I said, bad argumentation is the cornerstone of The Guardian and their “news” coverage.

Games are ideological constructions which push a set of values on the user. Like television and film, they often support the ideologies of their context: in the Bush years, American games endorsed aggressive foreign policy; since Brexit, British games advocate isolationism or nostalgia for empire – and the prominence of anti-Islam games in the 2000s tells it all.

Wow.  Notice that they don’t list a single video game to back up their claims.  None.  It’s almost like the person who wrote this doesn’t actually play them.  Maybe they just studied up on Anita Sarkeesian’s old catalog of videos and didn’t actually do any real research.  Another cornerstone of The Guardian writing – bad research.

I wonder if I can think up some games that didn’t pander to the Bush doctrine.  Maybe games like Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater.  There, you have an American operative who is used by his government to kill his mentor/lover in order to get secrets that the Americans didn’t want to get out to them.  He was used and then, when he finds out how deep that well went, chose to disavow his loyalty to America and become a mercenary.  That was one example off the top of my head.  Idiot!

However, video games have at least two unique features compared to other media.

I can’t wait to hear this.

First, rightwing ideologies have been overrepresented and dominant throughout the history of video games. Although affected by context, video games have long focused on the expulsion of “aliens” (Space Invaders to XCOM), fear of impure infection (Half-Life to The Last of Us), border control (Missile Commander to Plants vs Zombies), territory acquisition (Command & Conquer to Splatoon), empire building (Civilization to Tropico), princess recovery (Mario to Zelda), and restoration of natural harmony (Sonic to FarmVille).

I’m dying!  This is so stupid!  Oh my Groj!  Why is this so dumb?!  Alright, let’s break this down.

First, it’s a right-wing ideology that when a hostile alien species invades your planet and is blowing everything up to fight back?  Really?  So would the left just lie down and let themselves be destroyed?  Is that what I’m to infer?  Notice I said a hostile race.  These creatures are openly killing people.  This isn’t aliens coming to Earth and then saying “hi, let’s make peace” and we just kill them.  It’s them coming and immediately attacking humanity and killing people.  Is the lesson here that this is a right-wing sentiment?  If so, I am REALLY confused as to what the left-wing approach is.

Next up, we have an “impure infection.”  The head-crabs in Half-Life are an alien life-form that takes over the bodies of people.  They are an actual infection.  Same with the Cordyceps in The Last of Us.  That infection is actually based on a real-life infection that happens in insects.  There are dozens of species of this fungus, all of which are tailored to one specific bug.  The concept of that game was that the infection jumped species and infected humanity.  Is it really a ring-wing ideology to fight back against this?  I ask again – what is the left-wing response to this sort of thing?  An infection is spreading out of control killing millions upon millions of people.  What is the left-wing response to such a thing?  Get in a circle and hold hands?

Then we come to border control.  Attacking this point is more about one of your examples than the merits, since at least this is something more associated with the right than the left.  How on Earth is Plants vs Zombies a referendum about border control?  It’s about stopping zombies from getting into the house and eating the brains of the denizens inside, dumbass!  I can already hear the snooty British retards who take this crap seriously responding – it’s about the unconscious implications associated with this that will tailor the minds of people to see it as people considered ugly not being allowed in your area.  Or, because we’re not in far-left fantasy land, it’s about plants stopping zombies from getting in the fucking house.  Ugh.

And we have “territory acquisition.”  This is another one where I’m more going to attack your examples than your point, even though the idea of expanding American territories is bafflingly stupid to call right-wing.  The right in this country (maybe you British idiots have this idea in the right since you used to be an empire) is very isolationist.  The libertarian dinguses want to get rid of all American military bases and only focus on America.  This is such a stupid point to make.  But back to the examples, what is Splatoon doing on there?  It’s a game about shooting ink because you’re a squid-person.  Where is the so-subtle-it-doesn’t-exist message in that?  This author is nine kinds of stupid.

What about “empire building?”  Once-again, this doesn’t at all tie into the American right-wing.  Not even a little.  You are so stupid it hurts.  Plus, games that allow you to create a fictional society and run it how you want to run it are about building empires?  This ties in to me thinking that you don’t actually play video games.  See, in Civilization, you can choose how you expand your empire.  You can be an empire that seeks peaceful cooperation, or violence.  It allows you to choose.  And Tropico doesn’t have you building an empire.  It has you as the leader of a Third World country that you have to make a better place.  Man, that is so right wing I can’t even believe it!  Your examples reek of the most blatant stupidity one can possibly imagine.  I’m sending this to you so you can hopefully learn something.

The one that really made me laugh is “princess recovery.”  This is a right-wing idea.  The idea that if a woman who you value (as in both examples provided it is clear that the main character does value the women they are respectively trying to save) is taken prisoner by an evil monster, you should save them is a right-wing idea.  What is the left-wing approach to this?  Be like “well, you kidnapped my significant other, guess that’s just how it goes.  Oh well”?  Some little bitch you must be.

Most baffingly of all – natural restoration.  Are you fucking kidding me?!  Restoring nature of a right-wing ideology?!  How?!  When was this?!  My whole life, I grew up hearing about how it’s the fucking hippy left that wants to restore nature.  Now we have this idiot talking about how restoring nature if a right-wing point of view.  I want an example of this.  I want to see some right-wing site trying to restore nature.  All the conservative idiots who say that climate change isn’t real and that we should be able to pollute as much as we want because Jeebus is coming back and Alfie dumbass Brown is telling me that the restoration of nature is a right-wing point of view.  Fucking idiot!

Second, video games put the user to work on an instinctual level, making the gamer feel impulsive agreement with these ideologies. Playing Resident Evil is not equivalent to watching the movie, because the controller-wielding gamer experiences the desires of the game as their own desires – not as the desires of another.

This is basically the Anita Sarkeesian argument – that because you play games, these secret, implicit things that they are nefariously conditioning you towards are going to hit you harder because it’s a video game.  A point of view without a SINGLE piece of scientific evidence for!  None!  There have been so many studies debunking this.  There was another study done just recently that was a long-term study having people play Grand Theft Auto V for months, then doing tests hours after the game sessions were done to test if they were more violent, and came back negative.  The only tests that have shown anything even remotely indicative of your perspective have come from tests that were done immediately after someone had gamed, when they are still running on endorphins from playing.  It’s ridiculous.  This is unproven bullshit that I am sure you are going to have some brilliant “evidence” for.

The psychoanalyst Jacques Lacan distinguished between “drives” and “instincts”. While instincts come from within us, drives occur when political forces propel us in certain directions. In these terms, video games are drives masquerading as instincts, naturalising rightwing ideologies in a way other media cannot by offering its users the chance to experience them on a personal level.

That’s nothing.  That was a nonsense, bullshit statement that basically exists to say “I’m smart!  Can’t you see what a smarty I am!”  It is basically just saying that video games are secretly nefarious for reasons that will never properly be defined.  When all evidence on the subject of video games influencing your personality goes against you, this guy has to say that it is so subliminal that you can’t even tell.  Almost like it doesn’t exist.

In this way, the rationale of gaming is to unite pleasurable impulse with political ideology, a process which renders gamers susceptible to discourses that urge people to follow their instincts while also prescribing what those instincts ought to be.

An opinion not proven, for a point of conjecture that is pure bullshit.  Yeah, this really is The Guardian’s MO.

In the 1960s, 70s and 80s, Hollywood cinema transformed the desires, empathies and emotions of a global population (even for those who never went to the movies), but it’s harder to recognise the pattern in your own context – and we may need to consider whether we are in the midst of a comparable revolution with video games today. Currently, the new desires incubated by games lean far to the right, and without more progressive games on the market (though some are emerging), the future may be even bleaker than the political present.

You have got to be kidding me.  This person is so stupid.  I love that I, an American, get to look down on a dumb-shit British person.  They are usually so pompous that they tend to be the other way around.  Hey Alfie, art imitates life, not the other way around.  I guess nobody told you that.  Or maybe you just watched Anita Sarkeesian’s videos and take all of her bullshit at face value.  Whatever the case may be, you’re wrong.  Demonstrably wrong.  The reason that the films in the 60’s-80’s reflected a change in the culture is because the culture was changing and Hollywood changed with it.  The hippy movement of the 60’s, which came to a crescendo in the 70’s left a lasting impact on cinema.  This was reflected when Hunter S Thompson wrote his masterpiece “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream,” which talked about how that hope and belief in the fight for change crashed down around those who fought when the decadence and decay of the 80’s swept in.  Read that book sometime.  It’s a great piece, from an author who saw the hope and decay very clearly.

Video games are the whipping boy of every cultural movement in the world.  The left and right use them to vilify people almost in equal measure.  It’s amazing.  These two ideologies should really join forces on their mutual hatred of a medium that has NEVER been proven to cause violence, sexism, or anything else.

Until next time, a quote,

“For every complex problem, there is an answer that is clear, simple, and wrong.” – H.L. Mencken

Peace out,

Maverick

Lucien Maverick’s Ikigai

I was just opened up to an idea that comes from Japan.  It’s called Ikigai, and the concept can most broadly be defined as “a reason for being.”  It has a very charming ven diagram that takes a look at the four categories.  See, the idea is that instead of just seeking happiness (which is something that due to my head injury I don’t feel anyway), we should be seeking a life that has purpose.  I like the concept.  This diagram allows you to really take a look at this issue and decide for yourself where you want to focus, letting you know what the perks, but also drawbacks are.  I want to tackle each thing one by one and see if we can find my ikigai.  This shouldn’t be too hard.  But first, a visual aid.  Let’s take a look at this.

Got the gist of it?  Let’s break this down, bit by bit.

What do you love?

This is pretty easy.  I love to write.  It’s something I’m damn good at.  This website is living testament to my writing prowess.  I’ve had it up for nine years.  That’s right, nine years of this.  Ever since I started this site with the news story I did interviewing people at the anti-Glenn Beck/Sarah Palin rally when the two were up here in my home state.  It was so raw, but it was the beginning of my work here.  Writing is what I have loved for so long, but it isn’t the only thing.

I love to cook too.  Just like writing, damn good at it.  I have years of experience doing it.  It’s weird that every task I have ever set my mind to and enjoyed doing, I’m good at.  Like really, really good.  I love to cook so much, and more than that, I love an audience for it.  When I can get people in my life who like to eat what I have to make it fills me with a great sense of accomplishment.  Because I can eat my creations and marvel at the flavors all day, but it’s something else when someone who is dear to me can too.  Alas, the way things are now is just a reminder to me of how my people are long ago and far away now.  It sucks.

So that part was pretty easy.  On to the next one.

What are you good at?

This part is also pretty easy.  Aside from the points I mentioned, I also have a lot of other tasks.  In addition to being good at everything I set my mind to, I learn things fast.  Really, really fast.  It’s kind of freakish how I can pick things up by getting into the nit and grit of them and do it.  There has yet to be something that does not fall into that category.

I also have a gift at making connections with people.  Everywhere I go, without a single exception, I become the talk of the area.  I my most recent job, I built up a reputation in two respects.  First, I was the best.  It goes without contest that in the customer service section of my employer, I was the best at what I did.  At least when I left there to go into the document processing section.  Best day ever.  But I did that task with such skill and became known as the guy that everyone could come to do things.  My head supervisor at the time saw me as something of an attitude problem, but to those I worked with directly, I was seen as sharp, witty, and a consummate professional on the phone.  I have a habit of getting under the skin of those who like to follow rules for the sake of them being rules, while making a ton of friends with those I work with for my desire to help them when they have problems, being the best at what I do, and having NO qualms about cutting corners wherever possible.  I’m an American, after all.  It’s what we do best.

These skills are a double-edged sword.  On the one hand, for bosses who see me as a person who also like to bend rules wherever they see them as detrimental, I am something of a hero.  For those who don’t like that, I am something of an attitude problem.  But make no mistake, the moment I enter into a new environment I find the fastest way to learn everything I need, and then become perfect at it.  Could give the samurai a run for their money.  Anyone who knows about the mentality of perfecting your art in their culture, you’ll know what I mean.

What does the world need from you?

Now that is a very, very good question.  I honestly don’t think anything.  My talents are asked for by no one and nobody really would care if I disappeared tomorrow.  It would be an inconvenience for those I work with, but not too much of one.  I am expendable because I’m still low on the totem pole.  I genuinely can’t think of anything that the world needs from me.

I’ve always hoped that my loyalty to my people and to my sense of personal ethics would carry some weight.  But that never stopped the countless people who have up and ditched me over the course of my life.  So then what about me as a human being does this world feel that I would provide a benefit for.  I genuinely couldn’t say.  Let me know if you have any ideas.

What can you get paid for?

Now there is the rub.  I can get paid for all sorts of things.  My traits mean that I am something of a jack of all trades.  It may be that the thing holding me back the most is my lack of stability.  I haven’t set down roots anywhere.  I want to.  The big idea is to get out of this icebox and down south to finally have a community I can live in without having to worry about leaving for the next five to ten years.

My writing skills are almost certainly never going to make me any real money.  I’m working on a novel right now, but I know that the chances of me hitting it big are astronomically small.  So that’s out.  Cooking?  I don’t want something that is a passion to become something I do to get paid.  Then it stops being fun and becomes work.  With what I listed above, the things I can get paid for are plentiful.  The things I can get paid a lot of money for or at least enough to live comfortably on, that’s another story.

So where does all this leave me?  The Ven diagram I shared above has it that I am somewhere between Vocation, Mission, and Profession.  It’s not a place I want to be, but the simple reality is that my Mission is clear – get south.  I want to get to the ocean.  To live on it.  That’s the last stop on my life’s journey.  I don’t actually think I’ll ever get there, but assuming I do, I have some decisions to make about where my life goes after that, if anywhere at all.  I wouldn’t mind adding some passion into my life, but that’s not going to happen.  At least not now.  Now in a job market as shitty as the one in my state now that the recession has FINALLY caught up with us.  A full ten years later.

I don’t know what the future holds, but this exercise has been interesting.  Let me know where you fall into things.  I actually do enjoy the discourse with my audience.

Until next time, a quote,

“Long ago and far away, I dreamed a dream one day.  And now, that dream is here beside me.  Long the skies were overcast, but now the clouds have passed.  You’re here, at last.” – Lyric, Long Ago and Far Away

Peace out,

Maverick

Really Good Bad Advice: Number Five

I decided that I’m bored, and I haven’t been able to feed my misanthropy enough lately.  See, I just moved to this other department in my job so I get to be away from the people on the phone.  It’s pretty great stuff.  Fun crew, so much less stress, and I get to come home feeling like I am alive.  Life’s not too bad, but I suppose I should be waiting for the other shoe to drop.

And since I am looking to feed my misanthropy, I decided to look into some advice columns featuring the worst that sapient life has to offer.  I found one that got me thinking that there are women out there who need to slip and fall into a volcano.  Or, you know, be pushed.  Whichever.  Let’s respond to this woman’s question!

Dear Person who actually cares about me and my problem,

I’m 22 and have been dating a famous local businessman for a year and a half. He’s 42 and my first serious boyfriend, so I’m very attached. But we’ve had our ups and downs. First: He was afraid to publicly announce he was seeing a girl as young as I am so soon after his divorce. (This insulted me, but I got over it.) Second: He dumped me during a business “crisis” with a two-line e-mail! Then when he tried to win me back, I stopped him cold in his tracks and left for Scotland.

The lifestyles of the rich and famous.  Is this what famous people have to worry about in their relationships?  I mean yeah, a Dear John email seems kind of low.  You didn’t write what it was that you broke up over.  Maybe it’s because you’re insane.  Or petty.  Or the fact that there’s this HUGE age difference between you and you may not work together.  I gave up on love years ago, but I’m at a point in my life where the young women I am meeting are in their early 20’s and there are life references that hold weight for me that don’t for them.  With an age difference of 20 years, I can’t imagine what it’s like for the two of you.

Also, he didn’t publicly announce that he’s dating a woman half his age and you are insulted by that?  This is something about the world of social media that drives me nuts.  Everybody has to be so damn public about everything.  Why?  Why is it better to have your entire relationship out for the entire fucking world to see?  This baffles me.  Maybe that’s what the breaking point was in their relationship.  Makes sense to me.

He flew to Scotland and proposed in the most romantic way with a huge five-carat diamond! I said yes, though I thought the ring looked slightly wrong somehow. He makes over $750,000 a year, so I was worried he’d been ripped off by some shady jewelry store. When I returned to L.A., I found out from my jeweler that the ring was a FAKE! It was humiliating. I’d already shown it to family, friends—everyone!

What a materialistic bitch.  I feel so sorry for this guy.  He has the money to drop everything and go to Scotland on a whim to try and win you back.  He proposes and gives you a ring with a huge engagement stone.  This all appeared to be very romantic.  Now here you are bitching about the fact that the gem isn’t a real diamond.  For a 22 year old woman, you certainly are unfathomably picky.  Again, this feels like the complaining of the rich and famous.  I mean, is all that matters to you how much this guy makes?  I feel worse for this guy than I ever will for you.

First he tried to lie about it, then he said he couldn’t afford the $100,000 ring he really wanted to get me, so he’d had a copy made. The next day he took me to the store and bought me a nice ring for $4,700—two months’ salary for a 23-year-old guy. Whatever. He says he loves me. I still think it’s a crappy thing to do. So do I stay engaged or not?

– Seriously Bummed Basic Bitch

Hey dude, if you’re ever reading this – break it of with this woman!  She is not worth it.  She clearly is into your because of your money.  You go through a heart-felt proposal and all she cares about is the ring.  I can dream of having enough money to be able to afford a ring that costs $4,700.  She wants a ring that costs $100,000.

A girly-mate and I were talking about a woman she follows on YouTube who has a really wealthy husband and sells the crap he buys for her.  She makes a ton of money selling stuff she doesn’t like anymore from a guy she married for her money.  My friend asked me if I believe that such people can be happy.  I suppose on some level I have to admit that they probably are happy, but on another level I have to wonder about that.  Why?  Because here we have this woman on an advice column bitching about the nature of an engagement ring more made that the stone is fake.  She said the ring is fake.  Not true, bimbo!  The stone is fake.  The ring is real.  The emotions may be real.  But the stone is fake, and that’s all that matters to you.

You are heartless.  You are worthless.  All that matters to you is what you own and how it makes you look to the people in your life.  I cannot hate you more if I tried.  I may think that some of the people at my job who I’ve had to talk to on the phone are petty and pathetic, but you take the cake.  Because at least they have kids to take care of and I can see how hard that would be.  You, on the other hand, have no real problems and all you care about is the shit you own.  I hope he buys you a massive gemstone.  So big that it can be attached to a chain.  One that he puts on your ankle, and then kicks you off a cliff into the ocean, where that gorgeous, massive gemstone pulls you down into the depths, never to be heard from again.  Die with a stone that truly is worth $100,000.

Until next time, a quote,

“The things you own, end up owning you.” – Tyler Durden, Fight Club

Peace out,

Maverick