Hulk Hogan Machismo

"What is your primary concern?"
"The overthrow of the federal government."-- a conversation with an anarchist where spastic dowager reads the tea leaves for good grades.

Actually, with two glasses of beer in me I managed to upset the socially tolerant computer programmers with my astonishing level of hostility for the LBGT community, and I am not sure I should risk banishment by writing what my assertions were, in the public square, about lesbians, transsexuals, and mind fucking in my new found community. Anarchists are hot, and got my blood flowing with excitement at the inquiry of "It was mass murder, but was it wrong?" I inquired as to which mass murder this was, but my voice failed to reach the beef steak's attention. And if I think I've found a solution hobnobbing with volatile paranoid reactives who make their money in computer science, precisely what problem is being solved with this delightful carnivorous indulgence remains obscure. The anarchist who offered me his approval for my intent to vacate public housing said I'd manage, and we'll see about that, but I am still to some degree my mother, entranced by men with an aura of danger, even as my views of crisis management grow more dismal. Why Judy Woodruff went on a fishing expedition with Michael Nutter about the speed of the Amtrak engine on Wednesday evening is baffling. Philadelphia, as a municipality, has nothing to do with regulating the publicly funded railroad. I, on the other hand, know something about scheduling mass transit tours to the minute, and the pressures operators and drivers face attempting to make up delays. I used to believe in well funded mass transit.

But it is obvious we're being overtaken by systems complexity. Even with Michael Apted turning physical abuse into a world wide wrestling spectacle, Ebert misses a beat or two. As a professional critic, he isn't wrong about Enough. It is an excellent disservice in terms of its sociological interpretation of domestication in a world defined by testosterone, but Kazan is playing with tropes of Social Darwinism: the alpha male up against the effeminate male, the woman taking on the attributes of aggression, even this loses itself to the dynamic of the processes we've created and spread in the western hemisphere: legal jurisdiction as a preeminent solution (custody battles, divorce proceedings), juxtaposed against the overwhelming tendency of American men to game the system. Fred Ward and Noah Wyle are in the same operating theater in this regard. Billy Campell's unpleasantness as Mitch is explained in the salvo of the opening scene: he is a manipulator, and is out manipulated.

I have written about the embarrassment, and conflicted loyalties Josie Byzek caused me before,and will not continue to milk how she treated my long ago prospective cyber interest, but I'll throw down a gauntlet, cognizant it will go unanswered: If she is so holier than thou, and so damned correct as a liberal, why can't she offer me a public apology for betraying my trust? Her behavior wasn't simply one of lashing out at a man who had my interest. She made an observation to me that he had a thing for me, then turned on him, disrupting what I created my disability group for, causing him to quarrel with me. Homosexual self-righteousness is sacred ground, until they bite like vicious ferrets. Where is their humility? Packed in their anal plugs?