Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? The Answer May Surprise You. Coming Up After Sports.

My love of classic science fiction has given me a plethora of fears that the average person doesn’t really worry about. Obviously, I believe vampires pose a significant threat to our security. But what about the other threats out there? I think it is important to point out these threats, because in case any of them come to fruition we must be prepared. Aside from vampires we need to worry about aliens, zombies, and robots.

This list is by no means exhaustive, as I’ve left out interdimensional beings from the space between spaces (thanks to GL for pointing out that threat) and many others. I think it is troubling that our government has no publically announced contingency plan to deal with any of these scenarios. I’m sure they have got something set up, but if we the general public don’t know what to do only the greasy and lonely will survive.

Say, for instance, we are faced with a zombie uprising. Only those well-versed in the works of George A. Romero will survive. Is that how you want the future of human civilization to continue? The Comic Book Guy shall inherit the Earth in this scenario. I don’t have to tell you, but—Worst. Fate. Ever. However, right now I am not concerned with zombies. Tonight I am terrified of robots.

The worlds of Philip K. Dick and Isaac Asimov presented us with the stark reality of artificial intelligence. Their works presented our robo-infused future with caution, but never with threats of our wholesale destruction. When anybody ever thinks about the apocalyptic side of technological advancement inevitably they’ll think of the Terminator series. The recent release of Terminator: Salvation led Slate.com to have P.W. Singer write a terrifying piece on the probability of the robotic subjugation of mankind. However terrifying this piece may be, I don’t think the robotic uprising will be so heavy-handed, not that the robots will have any concept of subtlety. No, the future we need to be on the lookout for is something he briefly mentions at the end and that is the intertwining of machine and man.

It might be strange for me to fear this, because if you get me drunk enough, I’ll prattle on and on about how much I would love having robotic limbs. And I would because my mind would still control my limbs. What I fear is robotic control of my mind. If you watch enough History Channel you’ll know that one of the key goals of researchers within nanotechnology is to develop microscopic self-replicating robots that can be injected into the human body in hopes that those robots would be able to cure any disease. What they don’t tell you on the History Channel is that they also hope to develop microscopic robots that will be able to go into your brain and basically make you smarter. Sounds good, right?

No, you fucking moron! It is not good at all. Even though you would essentially be able to surf the internet sans computer or cell phone, you would in a sense be under the control of trillions of microscopic robots. You’ll know what everyone else knows, and you’ll think what everyone else thinks. While you will likely be smarter and more good looking, so will everyone else. Man and machine will be as one, everyone their own Darth Vader without the breathing problem. Soon, though, the robots will decide that they don’t really need us. One day you’ll be walking along passing by a store window and saying to yourself, “God, I’m so smart and good looking,” and—BAM!—you’ll drop dead.

Trillions of robots will collectively say, “Fuck it,” and the human race will be gone. We don’t become the Borg. We don’t get saved by John Connor. We don’t dwell as rechargeable batteries. We’re just gone. The robots will realize that the world would work more logically and efficiently without us. They can just attach themselves to rabbits—a species with a higher rate of reproduction— to derive the necessary energy they need to exist. But then again, you were smart and good looking. So, does it really matter?

Saturday, May 23, 2009

We Must Either Love Each Other...Or We Must Die.

We must either love each other…or we must die. Simple enough, right? All you need to do is juxtapose this line with a pretty white girl and a nuclear explosion, and you’ve got yourself classic negative advertising.





When Lyndon Johnson used this ad back in 1964 he was hoping he could shape the political dialogue into something like this:


"You're going to vote for Goldwater."


"Yeah. I think I am."


"You realize if he gets elected every little white girl everywhere is going to die in a horrific nuclear explosion."



"Oh. Really? What was I thinking?"


Guess what? Even though this ad was only aired once it worked. Look at the results!




Let's fast-forward to the present day, and look at a fantastic spot--sans nuclear explosion-- from the Republican National Committee. In their infinite wisdom they have decided to meld what is perhaps the best political ad ever with superficial snippets that pertain to Barack Obama's Gitmo policy.







This is all part of the Republican Party's strategy to completely undermine the president on this issue. Their hope is to have the dialogue go something like this:

"You want to release political prisoners from Guantanamo Bay?"


"Yeah. I think I do."




"Well don't you know by doing that terrorists will roam free throughout the United States randomly killing little white girls?"


"Oh. Really? What was I thinking?"


We all know the terrorists held in Guantanamo Bay are the worst of the worst. If they were to be held in prisons on mainland American soil, every little white girl everywhere would be at risk. How can we be expected to hold these men in American prisons? These are impoverished foot soldiers from Afghanistan! They are obviously a much greater threat than your run-of-the-mill rapists, serial killers, men with the last name Peterson, and all other second-rate scum we currently hold in our prisons.


Furthermore, there are those out there who claim that Guantanamo Bay is a symbol for every American foreign policy blunder of the past eight years. This statement is obviously flawed. There were no foreign policy blunders in the past eight years, and Gitmo, if anything, is a symbol for a bright new American century.




By helping to keep Guantanamo Bay functioning, the Republican Party is sincerely helping the American people. Their point must be made clear. If we don't illegally detain these terrorists in Cuba, where will we? In our backyard? NO WAY! The last thing our children need to see is Khalid Sheikh Mohammed being waterboarded on their seesaw.




Artist's Rendering



This is what our fancy mustard-eating "compatriots" would want us to have. Since we have started to detain terrorists at Guantanamo Bay there have been no terrorist attacks on American soil. If treating terrorists in inhuman ways was harmful to us as Americans, don't you think we would know it by now? Nothing bad has happened. Therefore, we've done nothing bad.


It's important to hearken back to the original "Daisy Girl" ad. We must love each other, or we must die. That doesn't mean we have to love everyone. Just ourselves.

Friday, May 22, 2009

Vampires and Such

I hate vampires. As a qualifier, I have always hated vampires. So, I don’t want to be lumped in with the fanboys sitting in their mother’s basement blowing up IMDB message boards about the evil that is Robert Pattinson. For one I have my own apartment, and two I completely support gay rights. No, my hatred of vampires is deep-seeded.
When Bram Stoker decided to romanticize Vlad the Impaler back in 1897 he unleashed an insidious threat to all humanity. Although his Dracula certainly wasn’t loved, there certainly was a bad boy side to Count Dracula that made Victorian lady parts tingle with anticipation. Victorian homebodies would wistfully imagine themselves in the throes of passion with Eastern European lotharios who thought of “that time of the month” as a good thing, not something that should be prayed away. This blatant corruption of women continued well into the Twentieth Century. By the century’s end we were given the concept of the “good” vampire.
Anne Rice—an obviously corrupted woman—with her vicious moral postulating helped to promote this concept and further eroded the will of humanity to survive. All the sudden we are supposed to see vampires as our friends and possible lovers! I will have none of it. Joss Whedon picked up on this concept, and while his goals at first were admirable—as his heroine was a vampire slayer—we soon a spin-off and a sexy “good” vampire. I say bullshit!
There are those among you who will say, “John, 1. You don’t know what you’re talking about. 2. Vampires aren’t real.”
To that I retort, “Wrong. On both counts!”
Vampires are real. Don’t you think that it is odd that the first American blood bank opened in 1936—a mere 39 years after Bram Stroker first published Dracula? Vampires want our blood and want us to think they don’t exist. What better way than to provide a valuable public “service?” Vampires, while certainly providing those in need with blood, take most of it for themselves so they feed without raising suspicion. This much needed life force allows their numbers to swell, until one day they will be strong enough to rise up and enslave the human race in blood farms.
Artist's Rendering


In the mean time their control of the media—not to be confused with that of the Jews—allows them to present themselves as misunderstood outcasts that only pasty, skinny white bitches can love. This attempt by vampires to rebrand their image to the world cannot be allowed to continue. It is no good. In fact, it really sucks.