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NOTE: Ignore the email address in the column graphic to the left. MY email address is thesavorytench@yahoo.com . Don't ask me why. I think it has something to do with fish, or maybe the drummer for the group that did that 'Damn The Torpedoes' album I like so much, but honestly, a man's mind is a forest at night.

Sunday April 11 2004

I have very little to say here... well, Happy Easter, sure, whatever... but Mrs. Rupplinger wants me to post something new, so fine, I'll post something new.

My email box has been full lately, mostly with nonsense where everyone in my family has been forwarding me this thing that says if you forward this thing on to a hundred other people, eventually Microsoft will contact you and give you four hundred dollars for each person you sent it to.

People make my head hurt sometimes.

For the record: No reputable corporation is going to pay you for spamming your friends and relatives.

Okay? Got that? Certainly Microsoft isn't, and anyway, if any corporation WAS going to pay someone for forwarding unsolicited emails to people who don't want the fuckers, they wouldn't pay you a few hundred dollars a clip. They'd pay you pennies. They have to pay you pennies per forward, if they're going to pay you at all.

If you don't believe me, do the math. Say one hundred pinheads out there decide to do this, and they each forward this thing to one hundred other people, and ten each of those people who got the forward from the original hundred decide to pass it on to a hundred other people themselves, ten of whom pass it on to another hundred people, ten of whom pass it on to another hundred, etc, etc. Do you know how quickly this 1/10th generation doubling adds up to a million people, all of whom are getting checks for something like $46,200 because they passed this idiotic thing on to a hundred people each? Pretty goddam quickly. Now, Microsoft may be able to pay out one million checks for $46,200, but honestly, I'd expect around 800,000 of them to bounce.

So, please, stop sending me this goddam email.

Other than that, it's a really boring Easter here. Everything that is usually open on Sunday... not much in St. Carmichael... is closed today. Oh, but let me point out, to anyone out there in management, that the following joke is not funny:

Employee: Say, do we get any time off for Easter?
Manager: Sure, you'll get Easter Sunday off.

There should be a Constitutional right to slap any manager who says idiotic crap like that. Now, with that in mind, the best legal response, when some manager who thinks he or she is a hoot says this nonsense, is to stare them right in the eye and ask, in all innocence and sincerity, "Really? With pay?"

Okay. Now, to fill space and because I think it's a cool essay and a very intelligent and interesting suggestion, I'm reprinting something Doc wrote and posted on his previous blog over a year ago (I think). He didn't have comment threads at the time and most likely nobody is going to bother reading the whole damn thing here, either, but I got nothin' else for you at the moment.

BULLET POINTS

by Doc Nebula

Every once in a while (certainly not often) I come up with what I think is a pretty good idea. (When I was 11, I invented solipsism, but then, I’m sure we’ve all done that, probably right around the same age.) What I came up with a while back, while mentally masticating over the intricate complexities of the issue of gun control, was the idea of a Federal law requiring all guns to be insured in pretty much an identical fashion to automobiles.

See, my problem is, having actually read the Constitution (don’t sneer; I only finally got around to getting a copy and reading it in my mid 30s, and I’m pretty sure most lay folks who argue most vociferously about the Constitution haven’t bothered doing that much as yet), I’m aware that the Second Amendment actually reads:

“A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.”

Now, as someone who honestly believes that the majority of people are disagreeable louts whom I would not want to willingly trust with unsheathed bread knives, much less sidearms or rifles, I personally find that particular amendment rather objectionable. Drunken idiots get into shoving matches and fist fights over sporting events or fender benders all the time. If everyone were allowed to pack shootin’ irons without legal let or hindrance, those shoving matches and fist fights would quickly turn into sidewalk shoot outs with hot lead flying everywhere, some of it, perhaps, into me, assuming I didn’t manage to get my own portly, generally slow moving ass down behind a hedge or nearby piece of ceramic statuary quickly enough to avoid such.

As a general rule, I prefer not to entrust the power of life and death to the hands of my frequently inebriated and often short tempered fellow citizens, and would much prefer to live in a world where magic bang sticks simply did not exist, or, like Amber, where the laws of physics did not allow them to function.

However, unlike many of my fellow liberals, I refuse to attempt to contort all semantic logic in order to find a loophole in the clear intentions of the Founding Fathers. Many of my comrades of the left wing point to the opening phrase of the Second Amendment, “A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State”, and say, “well, there you go; John Quincy Adams only intended the National Guard to be able to keep rifles and pistols in their closets, not four guys named Jethro in a Chevy pick up truck.”

Unfortunately, that’s crap, and we liberals are supposed to be the smart ones, who can read, understand, and write English gooder than those slack jawed slope browed droolers on the far right. That opening phrase isn’t constructed as being in any way a condition upon the remainder of the sentence, it’s simply a justification… a rationalization, if you will. The author of that longish, rather badly constructed sentence was simply offering us his thoughts… basically, he (you can bet it was a ‘he’) was saying, “Because we don’t want all the guns to be in the hands of the authorities, we’re going to forbid the authorities from taking away the common folks’ guns. But we can’t say that, because it sounds pissy. So instead, we’ll say that the security of a free State depends on the people having the right to own and carry around weapons. That sounds like we’re saying the people need to be armed in order to fight off invading Hessians, but in point of fact, what we’re saying is they need to be armed in order to shoot up tax collectors, and those bastards from the surveyors’ office coming around to measure the elevations on our tobacco fields right before the gov’ment confiscates them and builds a damned road through the middle of ‘em.”

That opening phrase is an explanation and a justification for the actual Amendment, which is a very clearly phrased injunction against the government in any way interfering with an American citizen’s right to walk around as well armed as he or she wants to, wherever and whenever the hell they feel the need. “the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed” is pretty damned unequivocal.

And, unlike many, I happen to think we should most likely stick to the Constitution as it happens to be written regardless of whether I personally like what it says or not, at least, until such time as we can modify it through further Amendments, or toss the goddam thing out, convene a new Constitutional Convention, and write up a newer, more modern one that not only guarantees us freedom of speech and assembly, but also to not be fired from the jobs we need to live for stupid ass reasons like our hairstyle, or what we choose to wear to work, or whether or not we have a picture of Wonder Woman in a bikini tacked up at our work station.

You can see my conflict. I don’t particularly want the real world equivalents of Homer, Moe, Carl and Lenny wandering around with six guns strapped to their hips (and I’m not at all reassured by the notion that I could go get a gun myself and throw some lead around too if I had too; I’m so scared of firearms I’d most likely shoot my own pecker off the first time I tried to draw the damn thing and fire it at something). At the same time, however, I’m of the opinion (as should be anyone with a fifth grade reading comprehension level) that the Constitution, which is (or should be) the law of the land, says “the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed”. There’s really not much room for argument there. Throw in the fact that I’m not at all certain it’s really a good idea to entrust our authority figures with all the damn weapons (and if you don’t believe me, ask Jose Padilla… assuming you can get in to talk to him), and, well, you have a first rate quandary. I don’t want to live in a world where anyone with a few hundred bucks can walk into a pawnshop and purchase the ability to point their finger and strike me dead from ten yards away. On the other hand, I also don’t want to live in a world where Resident Bush and his pleasant, smiling storm troopers, who are so adept at rounding up swarthy humans and throwing them in jail cells, not to mention fomenting street fights in order to shut down court ordered recounts, are the only people with boom sticks. And, lastly, what I want doesn’t much matter; the Constitution clearly says that if Americans want to carry guns, that’s their right, and everyone who doesn’t like it (me or the government) can go climb a rope.

And so it is that we come to my sudden epiphany, involving the repeal of each and every conceivable gun control law, in exchange for which, our government passes sweeping legislation requiring that those who purchase and own and carry guns must, at all times, have insurance for said guns and the possible damages those guns might do.

As with an automobile, you could not purchase a gun without showing your proof of insurance first. As with an automobile, if a cop has cause to stop you for some reason, they can demand to see your proof of insurance, as well. (I suspect in most jurisdictions, walking around with a gun openly on your hip would be seen as sufficient cause, by cops and courts alike, to do a stop and frisk of that nature.)

Those who truly want to purchase, own, and/or carry weaponry on them will, certainly, find a way to come up with the extra cash for their insurance policies, and one can certainly expect that the premiums on those policies will be adjusted upward, based on various factors equivalent to one’s driving record, age and gender demographic (men being more likely to blow someone’s head off over a Pacers score than women, you’d think), and the performance characteristics of one’s machine. Which is to say, those with a history of violence would most likely pay more for gun insurance (assuming they could find a carrier willing to assume the risk) than those who have exercised forbearance, in much the same way someone who drives like a maniac has to pay more for insurance than someone who is more careful.

Young men would almost certainly pay more for gun insurance than old women, and I have little doubt that few carriers would even offer policies on automatic weaponry, while the premiums for .357 Magnums and automatic shotguns would be considerably higher than, say, those for .22 target pistols.

Equally important to my mind is the fact that the government would no longer be defying its own Constitution, which in my opinion, all State mandated carry laws do. (Again, as I’ve tried to explain, I like gun control, and I preferred living in New York State, where you can’t carry a big KNIFE on the street without a permit, to Florida, where I’ve seen people openly wearing machetes on their belts, and where any damned idiot can keep a gun of any sort in their vehicle or home without any kind of permit at all, while getting a permit to actually carry one concealed is very nearly as difficult as getting a learner’s permit… albeit, I admit, it is more expensive. However, the fact that I like gun control doesn’t change the fact that the Constitution specifically forbids it, and therefore, in America, it is illegal.)

Instead of the government exercising restraint over people’s right to bear arms, private enterprise would be. The insurance companies would be basically telling people that sure, they can have own a .357 magnum if they really want one, but the premiums will be higher, and if you want to buy insurance to carry the damned thing on you all the time, the price goes up further still. As the Republicans like to say, we wouldn’t need gun control laws, the market would operate for us instead.

Probably most important is that with such a mandated insurance law on the books, we would clearly establish a legal precedent for suing not only gun buyers, but also gun manufacturers and distributors. If we require everyone in the arms food chain to insure munitions at each step of the journey from manufacture to eventual retail (or street) sale, we accomplish several things. First, we neatly make the really horrific weapons - the automatic street-sweeping shotguns and machine pistols, the small muzzle loading grenade launchers - de facto illegal, because no insurance company in its right mind is going to issue a policy on that stuff. I’m not naïve enough to think that will keep it from hitting the streets anyway, but as I say, if it’s uninsured, it will be, defacto, illegal, and give law enforcement a reason, simply by its existence, to confiscate it, arrest its users and distributors, and launch civil suits against the manufacturers.

As a little side filip, well, we make legal guns more expensive, since manufacturers and distributors will pass their insurance costs down the line (and, of course, the additional cost of the gun policy itself has already made most gun ownership more expensive, too).

Arguments can certainly be made that (a) uninsured, illegal weapons will sell even better under such a policy, since they’ll be much, much cheaper than the insured weapons, and (b) the effect of such a policy will be to restrict legal gun ownership to the wealthy. As to the first, the market doesn’t work that way; uninsured, illegal weapons will necessarily sell cheaper than legitimate insured ones, but only just barely cheaper, since outlaw vendors will be out for a maximum return, given that they’re risking confiscation of all their stock and jail time, too, every time they sell a gun without papers.

As to the second, cars are extremely expensive, and they have to be registered and insured out the wazoo, yet pretty much every adult person in our culture has one anyway, and would scream bloody murder if the government tried to in some way restrict their usage, too. There is no sane argument that can be made in which guns are as vital to the maintenance of most people’s lifestyles as their cars are, and even if current prices on weapons doubled overnight, they’d still be an order of magnitude less expensive than automobiles. So, I suspect, under a system where mandatory gun insurance took the place of individual State licensing and carry laws, the people who really wanted guns would have them, and the government itself wouldn’t be involved in a clearly illegal infringement on the rights of Americans.

Just a thought. I’m not an experienced politician and am certainly in no way a genius, so there may be other problems with it that I just can’t see that make it unworkable.

Okay, that's it for us here at Industrial Strength Braino, at least, for today. Until next time, remember what Gandalf said: "Many who live deserve a fine, mellow, just ripe cheese, and many who die deserve a darned sound kicking for it, and... um... say, is there any of that pipeleaf left?..."

Well, I'm sure he said something like that at some point.


RULES OF THE ROAD

In one of his many invaluable essays on life in Hollywood, Mark Evanier described his first meeting with legendary TV comic and icon Milton Berle. Upon being introduced to Uncle Miltie and shaking hands with him, Mark, who is a pretty witty guy, blurted out without even thinking about it, “Wow, I didn’t recognize you in men’s clothing”. According to Mark, this soured Uncle Miltie on him from that point forward, because Mark had broken Rule Number One When Hanging With Milton Berle, namely, Never Be Funnier Than Milton Berle.

I’m reminded of that anecdote now.

Recent experiences at Electrolite being pretty much entirely similar if not completely identical to my previous experiences at Uppity-Negro.com and TampaTantrum.com, I thought I’d take the time to extrapolate whatever wisdom there is to find in the whole mess. Here’s The Deal, as far as I can see:

If you want to make friends and influence people when you head out onto the blogging trail, at least, as regards your posting comments on other people’s blogs, you MUST NOT:

(a) seem smarter than the person writing the blog you are posting comments to

(b) be funnier than the person writing the blog you are posting comments to

(c) be a better writer than the person writing the blog you are posting comments to

(d) be correct when you point out some manner in which the person writing the blog you are posting comments to was wrong, and/or

(e) Upset The Wimmenfolk On The Blog.

Rule E comes mostly out of my experiences with Aaron Hawkin’s Uppity-Negro blog. He gets a lot of female posters and like any of us male geeks would be in that admirable position, he is thoroughly whipped by them. If a new reader comes along and does anything whatsoever to offend the babes on Aaron’s blog, that new reader can expect a cold shoulder from Aaron roughly the size of the Greenland glacier. I don’t really blame Aaron for this; for a male geek, positive female attention is a jewel beyond price, and if I ever had any women posting to my blog who weren’t related to me by marriage, I’d most likely dance and sing like a puppet on a string when they cracked the lash, too.

I should add to this that I’ve learned, from Electrolite, that one Must Not Be Whimsical, Oblique, or Overly Geeky When Posting To A Big Important Political Marketplace of Ideas Type Blog, because those guys just have no time for Theodore Marley Brooks or Cornelus van Lunt references, regardless of how amusing or entertaining you and some others may find them.

Now, I am posting this to point out that while these may be the universal Rules of the Road on other blogs (and as far as I can see, they are, indeed, pretty much universal) you can ignore them here. I don’t care if you:


(a) seem smarter than I am, I like people who are smarter than I am, as long as they’re not jerks about it;

(b) are funnier than I am, then I get to laugh at your witty remarks, and hey, that’s all good;

(c) are a better writer than I am. Although I’m in a peculiar place as regards writing skills; good enough to be better than nearly all the amateurs out there, not good or lucky enough to be a professional at it. So if you are a better writer than I am, you are probably a professional writer and therefore do not have time to post comments on other people’s blogs, so this probably doesn’t matter, as relates to this blog;

(d) correct my mistakes; unlike apparently 95% of the remainder of the human race, I am under no illusions as to my own infallibility and simply don’t care if someone points out that I am wrong about something. Being wrong about things does not strike me as either a character flaw or a shameful embarrassment; we are all wrong about a lot of things every day of our lives, and that’s just how that works;

(e) Upset My Wimmenfolk. Well, actually, I shouldn’t say I don’t care if you upset my wimmenfolk, I do, the very thought deeply offends me. However, it’s just that the wimmenfolk at this point on this blog are my mom, my cuz in law, and my sister in law, and if you do something to upset them, I strongly doubt the authorities finding what’s left of you will be able to identify you without a DNA comparison. My mom, and any woman who marries any of the males in this family and stays married to him for any length of time, are perfectly capable of taking care of themselves. So offend them all you want; it’s a self correcting problem.

Oh, and I like geeky references and would just adore whimsical, cleverly elliptical posts to my comment threads, although I suspect I’d get annoyed if someone started posting a whole lot of Harry Potter-speak here, just for one example.

If there is a universal rule on this blog, it is quite simply, Do Not Be A Bigger Asshole Than The Blogger. In fact, if you can avoid it (and most of my small number of regular posters avoid it with style and panache) Don’t Be An Asshole At All. I am quite a big enough asshole myself to supply all the assholiness necessary for any blog, and I will continue to keep this blog well furnished with stupid remarks, doltish mistakes, whiney rationalizations, and defensive recriminations by the ton lot, there can be no doubt. You need bring none of your own asshole nature with you, I have plenty and am always willing to share.


THE INEVITABLE DISCLAIMER

By generally accepted social standards, I'm not a likable guy. I'm not saying that to get cheap reassurances. It's simply the truth. I regard many social conventions in radically different ways than most people do, I have many many controversial opinions, and I tend to state them pretty forthrightly. This is not a formula for popularity in any social continuum I've ever experienced.

In my prior blogs, I took the fairly standard attitude: if you don't like my opinions or my blog, don't read the fucking thing.

Having given that some more thought, though, I'm not going to say that this time around, because I've realized that what this is basically saying is, 'if you don't like what I have to say, tough, I don't want to hear it, don't even bother to tell me, just go away'.

And that's actually a pretty worthless attitude. It's basically saying, 'I don't want to hear anything except unconditional agreement and approval'. And that's nonsense. This is still a free country... for a little while longer, anyway... and if you really feel you just gotta send me a flame, or post one on my comment threads (assuming they actually work, which I cannot in any way guarantee) then by all means, knock yourself out.

Unless your flame is exceptionally cogent, witty, or stylish, though, I will most likely ignore it. You do have a right to say anything you want (although I'm not sure that's a right when you're doing it in my comment threads, but hey, you can certainly send all the emails you want). However, I have an equal right not to read anything I don't feel like reading... and I'm really quick with the delete key... as various angry folks have found in the past, when they decided they just had to do their absolute level best to make me as miserable as possible.

So, if you don't like my opinions, feel free to say so. However, if I find absolutely nothing worthwhile in your commentary, I will almost certainly not respond to it in any way.

Stupidity, ignorance, intolerance... these things are only worth my time and attention if they're entertaining. So unless you can be stupid, ignorant, and/or intolerant with enough wit, style, and/or panache to amuse me... try to be smart, informed, and broad minded when you write me.


 

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BROWN EYED HANDSOME ARTICLES OF NOTE:

Buffy Lives! Her Series Dies! And Why I Regard It As A Mercy Killing..

ROBERT A. HEINLEIN, MARK EVANIER & ME: Robert Heinlein's Influence on Modern Day Superhero Comics

KILL THEM ALL AND LET NEO SORT THEM OUT: The Essential Immorality of The Matrix

HEINLEIN: The Man, The Myth, The Whackjob

BILL OF GOODS: The Words of A Heinlein Fan Like Nearly Every Other Heinlein Fan I've Ever Met, But More Polite

FIRST RAPE, THEN PILLAGE, THEN BURN: S.M. Stirling shows us terror... in a handful of alternate histories

DOING COMICS THE STAINLESS STEVE ENGLEHART WAY!by "John Jones" (that's me, D. Madigan), & Jeff Clem, with annotations by Steve Englehart

JOHN JONES: THREAT OR MENACE!

FUNERAL FOR A FRIENDSHIP

Why I Disliked Carol Kalish And Don't Care If Peter David Disagrees With Me

MARTIAN VISION, by John Jones, the Manhunter from Marathon, IL

BROWN EYED HANDSOME GEEK STUFF:

Doc Nebula’s HeroClix House Rules!

Doc Nebula’s HeroClix List!

Doc Nebula's Phantasmagorical Fan Page!

The Fantasy Worlds of Jeff Webb

THE OMNIVERSE TIMELINE

World Of Empire Fantasy Roleplaying Campaign

The Jeff Webb Art Site

S.M. Stirling

BROWN EYED HANDSOME FICTION (mostly):

NOVELS: [* = not yet written]

Universal Maintenance

Universal Agent*

Universal Law*

Time Watch

Endgame

Earthquest

Earthgame*

Warren's World

Warlord of Erberos

Return to Erberos*

ZAP FORCE #1: ROYAL BLOOD

Memoir:

In The Early Morning Rain

Short Stories:

Positive

Good Cop, Bad Cop

Leadership

Talkin' 'bout My Girl

No Good Angel

No Time Like The Present

Pursuit of Happiness

The Last One

Pursuit of Happiness

Return To Sender

Halo

Primogenitor

Alleged Humor:

Ask A Bastard!

On The Road Again

Meeting of the Mindless

Star Drek

THE ADVENTURES OF FATHER O'BRANNIGAN

Fan Fic:

The Captain and the Queen

A Day Unlike Any Other (Iron Mike & Guardian)

DOOM Unto Others! (Iron Mike & Guardian)

Starry, Starry Night(Iron Mike & Guardian)

A Friend In Need (Blackstar & Guardian)

All The Time In The World(Blackstar)

The End of the Innocence(Iron Mike & Guardian)

And Be One Traveler(Iron Mike & Guardian)

BROWN EYED HANDSOME COMICS SCRIPTS & PROPOSALS:

SERAPHIM 66

AMAZONIA by D.A. Madigan & Nancy Champion (7 pages final script)

AMAZONIA (Alternate Draft 1)

AMAZONIA (Alternate Draft 2)

AMAZONIA (World Timeline)

TEAM VENTURE by Darren Madigan and Mike Norton

FANTASTIC FOUR 2099, by D.A. Madigan!

BROWN EYED HANDSOME CARTOONS:

DOC NEBULA'S CARTOON FUN PAGE!

DOC NEBULA'S CARTOON FUN, PAGE 2!

DOC NEBULA'S CARTOON FUN, PAGE 3!

WEIRD WAR COMICS COVER ART.

ULTRASPEED!

Help Us, Batman...

JLA Membership drive

Don't Leave Us, Batman...!

Ever wondered what happened to the World's Finest Super-team?

Two heroes meet their editor...

At the movies with some legendary Silver Age sidekicks...

What really happened to Kandor...

Ever wondered how certain characters managed to get into the Legion of Superheroes?

A never before seen panel from the Golden Age of Comics...

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