Let me be perfectly clear.
The right to artistic expression must be defended.
In all cases. No matter what. At any cost. No compromises. Without exception.
Artists are either free to express themselves, or they are not. There’s no purgatory. Like being “kinda’ pregnant,” there’s no “sorta’ free” category. We’re either all free to write, draw, film, sculpt, paint, dance, sing, or whatever as we see fit. Or….if any individual is denied that inherent right protected in all free societies or in any way becomes somehow forbidden to express what’s happening through official edict or by intimidation, then none of us really have any rights. In essence, it just means we’re tolerated.
If someone paints a picture of the Pope with a penis in his mouth, each one of us must defend that artist’s fundamental right to free expression. Not because we endorse it, or we approve. In fact, we might think it’s crude and terribly inappropriate. But the right of that artist must be protected, as well as defended whenever threatened. In all cases. No matter what. At any cost. No compromises. Without exception.
Am I making myself clear?
Even if the Democratic People’s Republic of North Korea did orchestrate the attacks, the American intelligence community and defense contractors will most certainly exaggerate the dangers, which have already happened since the mushrooming of the bloated military-industrial complex since 9/11, authorized by the Patriot Act.
I’m not usually swayed by conspiracy theories.
But something I read yesterday at Paul Harris’ Bacchanal Buffet of a website really got me to thinking. [Read Here: Don’t Blame North Korea]
I find myself contemplating the seemingly outlandish prospect that the fiddlers might have played us all as fools. It’s not that I don’t trust our national security and intelligence bureaucracy, but….on second thought — I don’t trust our national security and intelligence bureaucracy. There, I said it.
You fucking cowards. You’re pathetic.
I’m talking to you — Sony, Regal Cinemas, Cinemark, Cineplex, Carmike Cinemas, and AMC Theaters.
Each of your companies should be ashamed for yanking the new movie, “The Interview,” which was going to be released next week.
Why was the movie’s opening night cancelled after so much advertising and media fanfare surrounding its premier? Because you’re afraid some computer hackers over in North Korea might continue making you look like fools. They’ve already drilled into your personal files and basically sent you scurrying all over Burbank like rats, hastily issuing apologies and releasing canned statements to the press which desperately try to undo the damage you’ve done. Now, a bunch of commie slaves chained somewhere inside a Pyongyang dungeon have trampled over your firewalls and are rampaging through your IT system like a band of coked-up Genghis Khans hunting for Scarface’s mansion.
Today’s breaking news that the United States of America might finally normalize diplomatic relations with the island nation of Cuba comes as a long-overdue surprise and welcome stunner.
The arguments in favor of such a bold new foreign policy adjustment — based on a 21st Century vision of the world we now live in, rather than outdated Cold War sentiment drummed up back when President Eisenhower was in the White House — do seem so overwhelming, that space in this article won’t be wasted away justifying what should clearly be obvious. Normalizing U.S.-Cuba relations is not only politically wise for the vast majority of citizens of both countries, but morally it is the right thing to do.
Last week, I called a “time out.”
Fed up with a growing dependency on communication devices — and shackled pretty much to iEverything (which means my iPhone, iPad, iPod, and the Internet) — I finally said, “enough!”
Consumed by the shallowness of what masquerades as dialogue in the high-tech age, I made a rather audacious decision to jump off of life’s spinning hamster wheel. I needed a break. Not a vacation. I didn’t go anywhere — unless bolting “offline” qualifies as the heavenly seclusion of a deserted island. What I actually mean is splintering away from an unproductive, time-wasting daily compulsion that’s become an incarcerating bundle of puppet strings, albeit with the power of steel cables.
That meant doing what for many people would be utterly unthinkable. That meant ditching my smartphone. That meant essentially avoiding just about anything and everything associated with what’s called “social media,” which in reality is about the most unsocial means of expression ever devised by humankind.