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El No-Lucky Mitt: Segunda Parte

Yes, much of a hullabaloo has been raised about the fact that Mitt Romney was quoted saying that he regrets his father was not "born of Mexican parents", that he thinks that lower economic 47% of the American population is not his problem, that Jesus invented America, etc. etc.

But recently, in an interview with the popular Latino channel Univision he went a little further by actually donning a darker shade of brown on his tan in order to, one would guess, "appeal" to the Latin@ audience. The Latin@ audience, however, did not swallow this latest attempt to persuade them. It backfired and R-Money was criticized and compared to other famous brown-face fools like Charleston Heston in Touch of Evil, as professor of Chicana/o studies, William A. Nericcio has pointed out in his blog.

Why did he fail, (besides the fact that he was obviously being racist)?

Well, because he forgot to check on history and the dummy picked the wrong color.

For example, previous to the Mexican Revolution, general and dictator (some still call him president) of Mexico, Díaz used to powder his face white--that's right, WHITE!--in order to appeal to his population. If you don't believe it, just ask your local professor of Mexican history. Díaz was in power for 35 years, and credited with the "modernization" of Mexico.

In fact, not since Benito Juárez has there been another considerably "brown" president in Mexico. Think about that for a moment... and then look at the faces of the Univision hosts during the interview with the Presidential candidates. Do they look brown to you?

And, how about the U.S.A.? Besides our current president, Barack Obama, could you name any other non-white president of the United States?

Whether we like it or not, the fact is that prejudice still exists against brownness in our Latin@ communities and in general in the U.S.A. and that some abuelitas still call their grandkids "prietitos" if they just happen to be a little on the browner side of things.

Romney, simply forgot to do his homework... again.

El No-Lucky Mitt

Today, in the trashy heap otherwise known as the "HuffPo", a new Mitt Romney video surfaced in which Presidential Candidate Romney is quoted saying that he is unlucky for not having been born of Mexican parents.

His full quote is the following:

"My dad, as you probably know, was the governor of Michigan and was the head of a car company. But he was born in Mexico ... and uh, had he been born of uh, Mexican parents, I'd have a better shot at winning this [...] But he was unfortunately born to Americans living in Mexico. He lived there for a number of years. I mean, I say that jokingly, but it would be helpful to be Latino."

Apparently, Mitt Romney also forgot to mention that if he had been born of Mexican parents, he would have had a much better shot at being harassed, discriminated against, living in harsh economic conditions, getting arrested (for no reason other than driving while Mexican), not graduating from college, not having a 401K or fancy cars to drive around, not getting a GOP nomination, and, certainly, a much better shot at not having a laugh while saying he's unlucky that he wasn't born of Mexican parents.

Indeed, Mitt, ¡qué suerte!

Gary Clark Jr. Signs With Warner Bros.

I had the great opportunity to check out the last Coachella edition in the Southern California desert thanks to a very charitable B. Jones, and I have to say I had a blast. Having witnessed such awesomeness on the stage over and over left me feeling loved, privileged and lucky. But, what really remains in my mind is that magical performance by Gary Clark Jr. on the Sahara Tent. It was unlike any other rock concert I have ever been to, matched in excitement only perhaps by the first appearance of The Kills a few years before on that same stage.

It was so haunting a performance that I kept scouring the internetz for more of that sound, and to my amazement only found Clark Jr.'s EP tracks and some live performances on youtube and other online avenues. He was that raw and new to the scene.

A few days ago I received an online mailer from Gary Clark Jr. announcing his new stuff. I could not be more excited and so I clicked right away! 

What a disappointment.

His new stuff, now under contract at Warner Bros. is nothing but a popped-up can of generic cola with no signature taste of any kind. Gary Clark Jr. is going to quickly turn the fine blues and rock sounds that once made me jump and jump and bang my head into sweet pop-label cash. If this new track is indicative of his new record, I don't want any part of it. No sir.

du Freak

One boy walks into his school and kills all the people he’s learned to hate. One man kills a woman for her politics, and for being a woman. Another man walks into a theater and guns down everyone in sight, harboring no known prejudice, targeting no one in particular, having met none of his victims.

Sometimes the best way to to bury our secrets, and bury them deep, is to air them out. Cartoon movies are populated by CEO villains, rendering environments destroyed by corporate capitalism in bright Pixar colors. Man himself becomes the enemy of gentle anthropomorphized animals, of the fragile environment struggling to survive in the face of our catastrophic narcissism. Even those contexts in which we could once expect the reassuring triumph of pseudo-legal good over anarcho-evil, the comic, the superhero flick, have become so shrouded in moral ambiguity that it’s often hard to tell who deserves to come out ahead in the end.

Popular culture and everyday talk are saturated with the truths we think we’re revealing to ourselves. Between cheering for Dexter to literally get away with murder and feeling the detached thrill of watching millions die at the hands of a villain who’s fighting, ostensibly, for the people, we perform cathartic self-realization on a large and daily basis. Look at what we’ve done, we sit in the theater or on the couch and think. Look at what we are, we’re monstrous.

And yet this kind of self-realization rings about as true as dropping some change in a cup, shoving a buck out of a cracked car window, donating fifty dollars to some campaign to end hunger in a far away country you can’t even find on a map then turning and walking away with a sigh of relief on your lips: I’ve done my good work today, the world is better now, for my dollar, than it was when it was still in my wallet.

And so we walk out of the air conditioned cinema and into the fresh air which still hangs around some places. Already numbed by the scale of the violence witnessed inside, we turn our phones back on and read a trending article about a man who walked into this same movie premiere in Colorado. Given the temporary lack of feeling in our prefrontal cortices, our sensory overload, and the exhaustion of the little cricket inside of us still trying wrap its head around the moral muddiness of the Hollywood story, we are not surprised. In fact we’re a little excited, it’s like the movie never ended. We can all be heroes now and stop the bad guy!

But, wait, who is the bad guy? And the media tries to paint it clearer for us. Some nut job. Anarchist tendencies. Radical politics. All those would-be assassins and mass murderers keep triggering the same immuno-rhetorical response from those faces we watch on TV. Anarchists. Nut jobs. Good for nothings. Failed cases. Radical politics. Dramatic shifts in behavior. So what, nut jobs? All? Doesn’t anybody remember the unabomber? He was strangely attractive to me as a kid, a Harvard educated man with a PhD who decided to do something less stupid than sit around and make money for the rest of his life. He did what the Lorax told me to do last time I was at the theater, the same thing Dr. Seuss-spouting parents have been telling their kids for decades: stand up for what you believe in! If you see a problem, fix it! This is not to encourage the killing or terrorism of innocent people, but only to present the possibility that people who do surprising, outlandish, and frequently violent things like shoot up theaters or blow up empty buildings to stop deforestation, might not just be crazy but might also be intelligent, rational people just like me or you who are trying to make a point. Maybe if we weren’t so quick to dismiss every newsworthy story not about celebrities and their families as a case of a nut job, we might actually understand why our social contract is cracking in so many places. For goodness’ sake, we give plenty credence and respect to those crazy movie villains blowing up people by the thousands on the big screen.

But what the media does when conflating violence and insanity, delinquency and radicalism is stop the conversation. This kind of dismissal says hey, look, the movie’s over. These are real people who were murdered. By a real crazy insane violent person. And that’s not funny or fun or thrilling. At all. Despite what the movies may have led you to think.

And so we respond like wolves to a pack-call yeah, you’re right, violence just belongs in the movie theater or the coliseum. This is how we take out our species’ rage and destructiveness. We watch movies and we think we enjoy the violence. For a second. And then it’s over and this, this right here, this is real life. And violence is not enjoyable, and it shouldn’t come outside with us.

And we forget for a moment the mass incarceration of black bodies happening across the country, the disenfranchisement and murder of folk who are houseless, or of color, or women, or gender-nonconforming or disabled. We forget the price much of the world pays for our standard of living. We forget about the genocidal governments our country has backed. We forget about the hundreds of soldiers, falling in the line of duty or by their own hands overseas. We forget the people starving and dying right here in our own backyards. Much easier to call out one senseless act of violence as the work of a crazy man than to indict our society, our own civilization, and ask it to answer for all the crimes committed at home and abroad.

Much better to buy a ticket and watch a movie about humans destroying each other and everything around them. Much better to sit there in the dark and think the truth is finally being told, we’re taking responsibility, finally coming to terms with the destruction we’ve caused and are liable to cause in the future, then emerge into the blue gray light of a parking structure and read an article dismissing violent behavior as somehow being as uncharacteristic of human beings.

Andy Warhol Eating a Hamburger

Cold Metal Sandwich or the Cyborgs Are Here!

Remember when Morpheus went into the nothingness of the loading program in The Matrix to explain to Neo exactly how the machines managed to convert the human body into a source of energy? Surely, you must remember the rows upon rows of bubble like pods in which the humans were strapped to all sorts of wiring so that they could be extracted of their energy and used by the machines?

No?

Here, refresh your mind:



It turns out that this is not at all that far from the truth today. Except that humans are, of course, leading the way in the engineering of this cyborg method.  A report from Nature: International Weekly Journal of Science was just released in which it is explained how the knowledge obtained by one scientist who managed to extract energy from the cells of a grape served a bunch of other trekie borg-lover scientists to look into the possibility of extracting energy from other living creatures, including snails, cockroaches, beetles, rats, and lobsters!





And, it is not kinetic energy that they are extracting, (as if a snail could be put on a treadmill!) but the energy generated from the chemical de-composition of sugars and other substances in the body with the help of nanotechnology. By implanting a certain computer cell chip, this process is now a reality.

Could you imagine what it would be like if the cyborg cockroaches one day rebelled and tried to assimilate us?

In any case, the fact that this article is already suggesting the possibility of performing similar type of functions in humans is a bit chilling. Couple that with this other article explaining how certain internet companies are trying to transform the homeless population in Austin, Texas into 4G Wireless Hotspots and you have the new machine apocalypse right around the corner.

Just remember, next time you bite into that juicy lobster that the crunchy might be more than exoskeleton.

Comic Strip Censored

Today, a vast number of print newspapers managed to censor a classic comic strip because of its message. Some, like the L.A. Times repositioned this strip to the "opinion" section.

Although the Bureau of Labor Statistics does not quite get to it, the truth of the matter is that most newspaper chiefs, just like the commission on contraceptive health care, are male.

A Tale of Two Radicals or the Lorax is not the "L" in the "ELF"

B. Jones and I just watched two films about trees and the people who care about them. The first one we saw was the recently Oscar-nominated documentary If A Tree Falls: A Story of the Earth Liberation Front (available on Netflix) and then we watched the newest adaptation of Dr. Seuss' The Lorax in the theater.

We were both left with a new sense of injustice.

In one part, we wondered how it was possible that such similar contexts in the films could have very different outcomes on the screen.

While the story of the ELF was a very good documentary tracing the radicalization of an individual that becomes an arsonist for the sake of the preservation of nature, the latter was a cartoon adapted from the story by a racist children's author, in which a child fights against an evil corporation vying to monopolize the ex-free market of oxygen (just so that he can win himself the heart of a pretty girl next door). In essence, they are the same story: except that the hero of the first gets 7 years in a high security prison for domestic terrorism.




The fact that the Dr. Seuss adaptation has this magical feeling of the happily-ever-after effect is, of course, expected. It is a children's story after all.

This is just the problem, however. How can you teach a child about the importance of the environment without acknowledging the fact that the evil corporation always seems to win in real life?

About Milkshakes and Milky Ways

About a month ago, I told my good friend B. Jones that space surely was made like a giant milkshake. "There are no solids", I told her, "just different states of liquids floating around. Some parts are more squishy than others." Of course, she thought that I was full of shit. In fact, she said: "you are full of shit".

Lo and behold, NASA came to the rescue.

Just a few weeks ago, NASA published an article talking about space bubbles, in which they acknowledge that:

 "The Milky Way's disk is like champagne with bubbles all over the place". 

When I told her, B. Jones called me a "genius", albeit in a somewhat sarcastic texting tone.

What is left for NASA to consider, in my opinion, is the possibility of having another "space", to which the bubbles surface, like they do in champagne, or a huge straw from which someone is sucking the clumps out of our milkshake.

In any case, whoever is doing the tasting is surely enjoying a clumpy yummyness.

How To Make a Pop Sandwich

Really, it is all pretty simple. You just need lots of time and a good balance of addiction to popular culture. In fact, popular culture is inescapable, it surrounds you and it squishes you into a sandwich without your approval every time that you look in the mirror when getting dressed. And for that matter, every time someone looks at your get-up and wonders if you had enough time to look at the mirror.

You know that song that you keep humming along to in your head? That's like the sauce.

Anyway, you will see that our sandwiches are made from 100% popular culture without many additives. They are always crisp and fresh.

If you would like us to hold the mayo, please let us know by making a comment, and do always ask for seconds if you like what we serve you.

Happy travels through our galaxy (you don't need a helmet, but it would be way cooler if you wore one while exploring this space).