Today is National Superhero Day & my favorite superhero is Morris Day… the actual hero of Purple Rain. I’ll explain…
Morris Day never laid a hand on anyone while Prince spent the whole second act abusing Apollonia physically and psychologically.
Before that could happen, Morris tried to get Apollonia out the situation cause he knew what kinda cat “The Kid” was… she didn’t listen.
Morris provided refuge for Apollonia from Prince’s cycle of abuse AND gave her a group to be the star of because he knew she deserved it.
Moreover, Morris knew about Prince’s home problems & didn’t blame him for them, but tried to hold him to a higher regard than his father.
Morris was pushing Prince in the way a good father figure should to be the best musician. That’s why he called Prince “The Kid”.
After Prince’s pops shoots himself, it may have seemed cruel to say “How’s the family?”, but that was Day countering Prince’s psychosis.
That’s why Day showed IMMEDIATE remorse when he was out of everyone’s sight. He felt bad but knew Prince needed a push for Purple Rain.
Morris’ “jab” led to Prince’s greatest performance & Morris was in the crowd cheering “The Kid” on like the proud dad he is. A superhero.
Morris Day pulled off a diabolical scheme to help lift Prince to his full potential & repair his relationship with Apollonia… superhero.
The flashiness & boisterous attitude of Morris Day was a facade to throw us off the fact that he was, in fact, Prince’s guardian angel.
Find a salt grain and take that.
But we’re far beyond that now. I’ve never been closer to voting for a Republican as I was when Rick Snyder ran for governor of Michigan. He aired the most compelling political ads I’d ever seen in my adult years. In those 60 second spots, he wanted us to understand only one thing, he was a nerd. That’s it… just a fiscally responsible, number-crunching nerd that wanted nothing more than to bottom line everything (and, boy, did he ever keep that promise). I loved it. But my core wouldn’t allow me to fill in that Scantron for a member of the pachyderm party.
I know, factually, that all Republicans aren’t bad or wish ill on others. For a lot of them, it just boils down to money and who’s making sure theirs isn’t squandered. I feel that. That’s why I felt Snyder. He was in the John McCain pool of Conservatives where, if he won, c’est la vie. But it’s that part about being in the same fraternity as some of the worst people to ever walk the planet (KKK, Ronald Reagan, Dylann Roof, Dracula, etc) that makes it all but impossible for me to fill in that oval. And, albeit punch drunk by well crafted commercials, I remained steadfast in that rationalization. I genuinely wish I was wrong.
I apologize if this seems silly, but, personally, the first red flag post governance was when Snyder made “The Dark Knight Rises” leave Michigan. He’s supposed to be a nerd… what the hell, man?! But all he saw was the numbers. He didn’t see how giving a movie of that magnitude tax breaks and incentives helped Detroit and its surrounding areas. The caterers, restaurateurs, trinket store owners, tour guides, Pure Michigan, cab drivers, Meijer, Eastern Market, and the residents could, but not the governor… okay.
Along comes Flint and the 2015 that will be talked about for many solar revolutions. Snyder sees another problem and bottom lines it. Detroit is the best water in the world and is therefore expensive. Flint is under a perpetual financial crisis. What more can be cut? Then Snyder (probably) says, “Can someone bring me a glass of that delicious Detroit imported Flint tap water so I can think of how to fix this… EUREKA!”
And, just like that, 2 plus 2 was 4. Cut off the Detroit water, save money. Switch use to the Flint River, save money. But, whoops, now there’s enough lead in the water to protect Batman’s identity from Superman by simply taking a shower there. I know this was much more DC Universe tripe than you thought you’d read here. Nevertheless, I’m sure the decision came from a well meaning place. I know the governor could’ve done without lead poisoning children. But not meaning to start the apocalypse does not stop the apocalypse. This is why I couldn’t fill in that oval all those years ago. Sometimes the bottom line is not a line to be crossed.
I don’t do much blogging anymore, but Kristi Neace’s post inspired me to get back at it. She wrote an impassioned editorial on what it’s like to be married to a police officer in the wake of what’s happening in Ferguson, MO. I strongly encourage you to read it before continuing. I wanted to address Mrs. Neace directly in hopes that she reads it and can make sense of the outcry.
Mrs. Neace, I can understand this viewpoint as it makes perfect sense from your side. But you have to take time to flip that coin. I only ask that you consider a line of logic lifted right from your writing.
You asked us to stop and think what it would be like to work over 80 hours a week. You also brought up the night terrors experienced if any sleep is had at all. Most notably, you wrote about how the stresses of the job take a toll on the minds and psyches of police officers.
Honestly, I’ve thought about all these things. I’ve done much empathizing about it. But I wonder if you considered the fact that someone afflicted with all that you mentioned might be problematic with a gun in hand. If you took the veil of police officer from that person you described, would you want THAT person to be armed? We’re expected to believe police officers somehow will always rise above that toll on their psyche. But they’re regular people under severe stress with deadly weapons. Can you understand how that would be scary for unarmed citizens?
As you stated, police officers routinely miss meals and important family functions only to deal with thugs and drunks causing carnage. I’m neither of those but was born and live in a place where that exists. By happenstance, I may look and dress like those drunk thugs because we have the same influences though we chose different paths. Have you considered my unease when a person with a handheld WMD that’s already worked 80 hours is looking for a drunk thug that looks and dresses like me?
So I get it. I’m sure when you hear someone on TV exclaim “They left Mike Brown in the middle of the street for hours!”, you shake your head cause you know that’s likely because they can’t tamper with the evidence of what is now a murder scene. You probably see a tweet saying “These cops hate your black skin!” and want to furiously respond with #NotAllCops. I get it. And the frustration you feel with people that don’t get it is warranted. But you don’t truly know their frustration either.
Please take this journey in my head for a moment. You said your husband wanted to be a police officer since he was a boy. He grew up to be a man that reached that commendable goal. But a police officer is a person that is given carte blanche to rule over civilians with an iron fist (an iron fist that fires bullets, might I add). You can’t tell me a person that’s wanted that type of lordship since childhood is not stricken with at least a hint of megalomania. Couple that with the mental instability you worked hard for us to sympathize with. Imagine how it feels for me to have to deal with a person heralded because of a uniform that’s on the brink of psychosis and carrying both grandeur delusions and tools for ending my life. Sounds a bit rough, does it not?
Unfortunately you and I can’t immediately do anything about the ungodly hours and the mental health issues that go along with police work. But there are legislators that can. If you and I can put pressure on them to allocate funds limiting police officers to 12 hour days and to treat depression, bipolar disorders, and the like as if they’re real problems, then maybe we can make some progress. But you and I also have to come together and get assault rifles out of the hands of police, get real sensitivity training administered, and make them live in the communities they’re sworn to protect… but you didn’t say any of those things. The empathy you want readers to feel for police officers and their families should be packaged with your disgust with a teenager being murdered unjustly by one… that didn’t happen in what you wrote. Instead, you gave us bible scriptures from which “Thou shalt not kill” is a really big thing in.
So I hope you understand that what you’re saying is merited. But it’s imperative to understand both sides. It doesn’t seem like you’ve done that as meticulously as you think. Having to deal with thugs and drunks’ carnage all day after missing your daughter’s recital doesn’t give him or her the right to shoot me on my way home from NOT causing those things. I’d like to think I added some perspective as having it is the only way we are all going to fix this. If not, we’ll just have this conversation again next time.
Not trying to be incendiary, it’s the truth. I am a big fan of the original Oldboy. But everything that was dumb, useless, and absurd was taken out or made to make more sense in the remake.
I felt like I was the only person in the world that was excited for Lee’s reimagining of Park Chan-wook’s masterpiece. But, because of my demanding work schedule, I didn’t get to see it right away. Well, unfortunately I was pretty much right about being the only one that wanted to see it. In a five day opening, it made just over $1M… those are B-movie type profits. Moreover, when my schedule opened up and I plotted out time to go see it (which was less than two weeks later), it had already been ushered out of the theaters.
I just watched Lee’s Oldboy last night through some all too normal, albeit illegal, means… I downloaded it. I figured, with the bad publicity and terrible reviews, I was wasting my time trying to see it anyway. But I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Because of that, I feel really bad for Spike. He got set up. He got put in a losing position. No matter what, fanboys were going to hate it because it was made… period. And, let’s just call it as we see it, critics hate Spike Lee. So he was already way behind the eight ball. Then the studios clearly weren’t trying to put any money behind it. I feel like it was a concerted effort to make sure Lee will not be allowed to make another big budget movie again. That sucks.
I’ll give you hardcore fans the fact that Chan-wook’s iconic, single shot fight scene in the original was broken up in Lee’s. It borderlines blasphemy (although, I believe it was Lee’s plan to have a continuous shot). Nevertheless, the remake was better. I’d even venture so far as to say much better. It was more palatable and more believable. So if you’re mad there was no stupid giant ant or octopus snack or hypnotism in Lee’s remake, I can’t help you. But if you’re willing to believe that Park Chan-wook’s movie actually could have been improved upon, I’d suggest you seek it out.
To Spike Lee, you made a damn good film. I wish I could’ve seen it in the theater, but consider the BluRay bought. You were very ambitious playing a game you couldn’t win. I enjoyed the sport.
Hello, friends. I hope you’re enjoying 2013. Unfortunately I have to start my first post of the new year with a rant. I hope you’ll accept my apologies, but stupidity forces my need to write.
Sometimes my brother uses my iTunes account to buy songs/albums. They’re usually not tracks I gravitate to. He bought Young Jeezy’s TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition (yes, I realize I’m very late). Though I’d never buy that album for myself, Young Jeezy intrigues me. One day I decided I’d listen to the joints while doing stuff around the house… why the hell did I do that?
So the 3rd song is called OJ featuring a couple more Rocky Mountain Oysters named Fabolous and Jadakiss. I’ll spare you the details of the track and just fast forward to my point of contention: the last line of the chorus goes “Killin’ that white bitch/OJ”.
Whatever you think about OJ Simpson, the trial, etc is whatever you think about it and that’s fine. However, it’s really messed up that family members of Nicole Brown Simpson can’t be fans of rap/hip-hop because any of its ambassadors at any point in time may make a horrific lyric about their slain loved one. Nicole Brown Simpson is a murder victim. She didn’t do anything justifying being killed nor her killing be used in a sick metaphor. What part of being brutally stabbed to death makes you a “white bitch” exactly? Moreover, why is that okay?
I imagine if I wrote that line to finish my hook, I’d say to myself ‘You know what, Ruf, that’s not cool’ and figure out some different rhyming words. Young Jeezy, though… nope. I bet he didn’t have a second thought. How stingy can you be with your damns not to give one just from a standpoint of empathy? What kind of foolishness are consumers on where knowing he probably didn’t think twice about that line doesn’t act as a deterrent?
It’s cool, though. Go ahead and support these knuckle draggers no matter what they do. I’ll be over here waiting for you to get mad when Young Jeezy says something dumb like “I’ll take your kids out/Sandy Hook” and ask why you’re surprised.
Yes, I do other things besides make death-inducing breakfast sandwiches. My group Detroit CYDI just debuted our new video called To Be Continued. The song is one of my favorites we’ve ever made. Moreover, the fun we had making the video is incalculable. Hopefully you’ve seen The Avengers allllllll the way to the end so the video will be that much funnier to you. SHOUT OUT TO BYBLOS FOR THE DELICIOUS SHAWARMAS! I hope you like it: