WTF is wrong with people?

I get a lot of spam at my work e-mail account. It’s annoying, but easy enough to delete penis enlargement and discount vicodin nonsense. I ignore these and secretly laugh that this continues because I know it means people respond to these. When I checked my e-mail this morning, I didn’t laugh.

I received spam with the subject line “CC:Jews suck!”. I did a double-take because it was so ridiculous. Once I realized that it really said that, I did what I never do with spam; I opened the e-mail. This is what it said inside: “Do you hate everyone but white people then join the Nazi revolution!”. I am without commentary.

Even though the current anti-spam legislation isn’t working, it’s clear that we need to continue trying for at least one reason other than the nuisance of unsolicited e-mail. I shudder to think of who will respond to this, but I know some will.

I’ll end with a quote from Wil Wheaton’s post “I heart spammers.”:

Therefore, on behalf of the Internet, I would like to invite all the spammers in the world to kindly fuck themselves.

And don’t cuddle after, you bastards.

Censorship lives while the First Amendment Dies

WARNING: There is a considerable amount of profanity in this post. Skip this post if you don’t wish to read these words.

After reading this article from USA Today, I am so upset. Just because Bono says “fuck” on tv, that doesn’t mean “family rights” groups get to trample on the Constitution. United States citizens are granted inalienable rights that are being ignored. It’s morally wrong to censor speech because some people don’t like it.

After the enforcement board ruled that Bono’s use of “fuck” wasn’t sexual, FCC Chairman Michael K. Powell recommends that the FCC ignore this and prohibit anyone from saying “fuck” on television, whether pre-recorded or live. This is censorship.

Why is it that Americans are so puritanical? Why are we afraid of profanity? They’re just words, protected by the first amendment.

I googled this issue and found an article at CNN.com that explains why this thinking is wrong, based on constitutional law. I don’t want elected or appointed representatives of my government baby-sitting me. I don’t need their protection, thanks.

In response to this, the U.S. House of Representatives is considering bill HR 3687, which would punish any station airing the 8 “profane” words and phrases outlined in the bill. Here’s the text of HR 3687:

To amend section 1464 of title 18, United States Code, to provide for the punishment of certain profane broadcasts, and for other purposes.

Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives of the United States of America in Congress assembled, That section 1464 of title 18, United States Code, is amended–

    (1) by inserting `(a)’ before `Whoever’; and

    (2) by adding at the end the following:

`(b) As used in this section, the term `profane’, used with respect to language, includes the words `shit’, `piss’, `fuck’, `cunt’, `asshole’, and the phrases `cock sucker’, `mother fucker’, and `ass hole’, compound use (including hyphenated compounds) of such words and phrases with each other or with other words or phrases, and other grammatical forms of such words and phrases (including verb, adjective, gerund, participle, and infinitive forms).’.

Let me understand this. It’s ok for the Congress of the United States to think, write, and speak the words “shit”, “piss”, “fuck”, “cunt”, “asshole”, “cocksucker”, “mother fucker” and “asshole”, but it’s not ok for me to hear these words? Why? They’re just words. If someone doesn’t like them, turn off the radio or tv. They should monitor what their kids watch. Blah, blah, blah.

I e-mailed the FCC Chairman and Commissioners, as well as my Congressman to voice my displeasure with this. If you agree, please do the same to save America.

Here’s the link to find your Representative. This is the e-mail I sent to my representative:

After reading that the FCC would rule that no use of the “f-word” is acceptable on the airwaves, I discovered that HR 3687 is under consideration. As a constituent of yours, I do not support this bill because it ignores the First Amendment of the U.S. Constitution.

While I am not offended by such language, I understand that others may be offended. However, the purpose of the constitution is to provide majority rule while protecting the rights of the minority. Free speech is a right, not a priviledge. Do not support this bill.

Even though I’m right, I know I’ll get a form letter about why I should be thrilled that my Representative is working hard to protect me and the ideals of God, family, and America. When I get it, I’ll put it on the pile with all the others.

Free games are hard

Tonight, I followed a link that I found at Wil Wheaton Dot Net. If you haven’t seen Homestar Runner, I’m entertained by it, so you might be, as well. After watching a few of the clips, I noticed a link for games. Among the different choices is one based on the Monster Truck clip linked above. The graphics are basic, but I can’t do anything like it, so I’m impressed.

I can’t believe how difficult it is. It’s harder to get the timing of this game than some of the Playstation 2 games I’ve bought. I’ve played it a few times, but it’s harder than I thought it would be. Of course, there’s always the possibility that I just suck.

If you’re interested in playing the game, the link is here.

Today, I learned…

I’m starting a new series of posts titled “Today, I learned…”. These won’t be daily posts but will dscuss anything “profound” that I learn.

Today’s lesson is this, with a 2-for-1 bonus thrown in:

Watermelon doesn’t smell good when left on a counter to rot.

and

Sometimes, having roommates sucks. And the definition of “sucks” can change in unexpected ways.

Kurt Nilsen Mania Invades RollingDoughnut.com

Norwegian Idol winner Kurt Nilsen earned the World Idol title on New Year’s Day. If you didn’t hear him sing “Beautiful Day” on the Christmas telecast of World Idol, you owe it to yourself to hear it. But he didn’t have the image supposedly required to win. Instead, he has the talent to win it.

“I wasn’t taunted (by the judges) so badly. None of them got me for the song. And it seems that those who voted for me ignored the jokes about my looks. People are beginning to understand that it isn’t just glamour that sells any more, but the opposite. People listen to the music, the song, and that was lucky for me,” Nilsen said.

Kurt showed class in his performance and acceptance of remarks like “Middle-earth Idol”. He represented the image of a true star. He showed his emotions and shock at winning most of the World Idol votes. He was in happy disbelief.

Kelly Clarkson sat by him, getting visibly madder after the announcement of each country’s vote. I suspect that she’d been told that World Idol would be a three-hour commercial for her greatness. She’d even get a trophy.

With a smug attitude, she trudged through the whole affair, which spilled over to the post-show atmosphere. This article from The Province describes Kelly Clarkson’s post-show escapades surrounding Kurt’s win. While I disagree with the writer taking cheap shots at Americans, he explains the debacle well. Specifically, the writer points out:

An embrace with Nilsen might’ve given Kelly a guest spot on Kurt’s upcoming album. After all, he coughed up the coin to fly all the way from Norway to New York — his first American trip — just to see her sing at Giants Stadium last year.

Being nice to people isn’t a good career move. It’s common decency and happy results flow from that. As the writer states, Clay Aiken is a perfect example of how to be the runner-up in an Idol contest. He showed dignity, class, and humor in defeat.

With that background and his performance on World Idol, Danielle and I ordered Kurt’s cd, titled I, from Zailor.com. The site is in Norwegian, so we were intimidated at first, but quickly took to the joy of navigating a language we did not know. After a few mistakes, we completed the order and planned to wait several weeks for the shipment. Less than a week later, Zailor delivered the cds, which is faster than I receive shipments from web sites in the U.S. Of course, when the credit card bill arrives, we’ll probably see that we spent $40 for expedited shipping but it’s great service.

Having listened to the cd, even though it’s impossible to ignore, I’m going to exclude the word “debut” from my praise. This is one of the best albums I’ve heard. Ever. The songs flow and he wrote most of the songs, so he understands them and saturates the album with emotion. That it’s his debut makes it more impressive. This is an example of how to make a great record. (He released an EP called Come Down Here with his band Fenrik Lane.)

His album gives me hope that we’re getting back to the “good old days”, when talent mattered more than image. The music industry’s main concern is not online song-swapping. That’s a consumer reaction to the real issue. Nobody makes albums anymore. Instead, every record company marketing whiz demands a collection of three video singles and seven throw-away songs.

That’s a shame, because there is still good music available and that’s all I want. Looks may matter most to the coveted teen market, though I choose to give them more respect, but there are consumers who want good music more than anything. If there’s any justice, Kurt’s album will prove that in the U.S. market.

Finally, my Kurt appreciation grows for reasons other than music. I love hearing people speak English when it’s not their native language. Thanks to Kurt, I have a new saying. Referring to the sudden change in his life, he said this: “And that means that I need to have a think.” I couldn’t have said it better myself.

Inept citizenry

My commute to work is normally 30 minutes. I spent almost 2 hours in my car this morning thanks to the “winter storm” we had last night. In Washington, DC, winter storm means .3 inches. Make sure you read that closely… Point three inches. That means the first car to hit the road this morning melted it all with tire friction.

For my entertainment, this quote is from an article in the paper. It details the beauts that live around me.

A number of schoolbuses were just plain stuck, unable to move at all.

Many commuters could not get out of their driveways. And when they did, some returned after seeing the clogged roads ahead.

On top of it all, metrorail’s Orange Line was closed for a time during the early morning hours after an SUV crashed through a fence near the East Falls Church station and landed on the tracks.

I’ll take these in order:

“A number of schoolbuses were just plain stuck, unable to move at all.” The poor writing of this sentence shows the level of intelligence in our nation’s capital. Enough said.

“Many commuters could not get out of their driveways.” I backed my Volkswagen out of its parking space, uphill, with no problem. People are incompetent.

“On top of it all, metrorail’s Orange Line was closed for a time during the early morning hours after an SUV crashed through a fence near the East Falls Church station and landed on the tracks.” I have no idea how this happened. For anyone not familiar with DC and I-66, allow me to explain what had to happen for this SUV to get onto the tracks of the Metro.

1. Veer to the left at a 90 degree angle.

2. Jump the 3 foot concrete wall.

3. Drive on the grass for 15 feet.

4. Knock down the chain link fence.

5. Drive over gravel for 3 feet.

6. Drive onto train tracks.

It’s so easy, I can’t believe it doesn’t happen all the time. With some liberties on my part, Eric Cartman said it best. “Ehhhhhhhhhh. God I hate you, D.C. drivers.”

Invasion of the Body Snatchers

“A 7-year-old boy had to be rescued with the help of a locksmith Sunday after crawling into a Sheboygan supermarket’s stuffed animal game machine while his father talked on the telephone.”

The boy was unharmed and relaxed, so I’m going to laugh. You owe it to yourself to view the pictures and video by clicking the quote above and this link, as well. I would give you other links, but they don’t have pictures. A story like this needs pictures, so I won’t waste your time with those.

This makes me wonder if Jason Mraz’s love of the claw ever got him stuck in one of these machines.

Hog Heaven

I remember reading the news that Joe Gibbs had retired as head coach of the Redskins. It was March 5, 1993 and I was in college, sitting at my desk, surfing the news on Prodigy. This was the first major news in which the internet was my source.

Joe Gibbs was the only head coach I’d ever known as a Redskins fan. He was the glory years. He’d focused the team and won 3 Super Bowls with 3 different quarterbacks. When he retired, I didn’t know how watching football would ever be fun again.

Guess what? It wasn’t any fun in the beginning. I lost the passion for several years. I still enjoyed watching the games, never missing a Sunday. Even as the team started to gel under Norv Turner, ever so briefly, I got excited but it was never the same.

Wins weren’t as exciting and losses weren’t as depressing. Over time, I realized that this change was a good thing. It coincided with growing up and maturing, but it helped me put sports in the proper perspective. It’s just a game. But I’ve missed the passion.

With the rumor, then announcement, that Joe Gibbs is returning as head coach of the Redskins, I’m stunned that this is happening. I can’t sit still. I’m getting goose bumps. For the first time in 11 years, I’m passionate about the Redskins.

Since the Redskins began to tank this past season, I’ve been excited about the upcoming baseball season. I’ve never had my baseball team win a World Series and the Phillies are legitimate contenders this year. Yet, I can’t wait until July for the Redskins to open training camp. Can’t wait.

If I’d been coherent at the time of my post earlier this morning (yes, the words are supposed to be jumbled), I would’ve written a love letter to the first Joe Gibbs era that would read like this.

The “first Joe Gibbs era”… Which means there is now a second Joe Gibbs era. My brother and I have dreamed of this day every offseason for the last 11 years. The reality is so much sweeter than the dream ever was.