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Whiny Whitey Has a Sad

Thursday, August 4th, 2011 by Kevin Moore

Get your waders on, it’s time to step in the knee-jerk muck.

Marvel Comics recently announced that the Ultimate universe Spider-Man will be a working class nerd of black and Latino ethnic heritage. Miles Morales replaces Peter Parker, whom the Green Goblin killed.

So far the only break from tradition here is the ethnic heritage. Everything else carries on. Spidey is a nerd. He lives in a working class neighborhood in New York City. His name alliterates. He will probably be fighting the Green Goblin, once GG finds out that there is a new web-slinger in town. I hope that a new character will bring on new enemies, but it’s not as if Peter Parker took his rogue’s gallery with him to the grave. From a writer’s POV, it would be foolish to not exploit established bad guys who are well defined, bring instantly recognizable menace, and are no doubt fun to play with, creatively speaking.

Judging from common tater reaction to this story, Marvel will need all the continuity it can get. Breaking with the habit of casting white guys as superheroes is enough to twist the panties of whiny whiteys everywhere. Your laundry list of predictable reactions:

“Political correctness gone absolutely bonkers.”

“I am really getting tired of all of the racial stuff.”

“Captain America could become anti Afghanistan war, turn neutral and rebrand himself as Captain Switzerland.”

“And while we are at it, lets turn snow white to snow latino. LOL :D

“Do we still need to ram this ethnic diversity banter down our necks???”

“This is ridiculous! They probably killed him off to make him mixed-race. Who are they trying to please here?”

And so on. To be clear, there are many more comments arguing that diversity is good; the Marvel Universe is actually several dimensions to avoid continuity problems while marketing to different demographic profiles; that Peter Parker lives on in many of these dimensions, not to mention comic strip, Broadway and cinema incarnations. In fact, Parker is so iconic, there is no chance ever that he will be cast aside, any more than Bruce Wayne will ever stop being Bat-Man. Sure, they’re both ordinary mortals who dress up as critters to fight crime out of a mix of vengeance and duty; other obsessive psychotics could take their place when old age or untimely demise render them incapable of putting on the suit. But Parker, Wayne, et al. are the originators, the characters who define their superhero alter-egos, they are integral to the origin story. No discarding that.

All of which means white guys should shut up and chill out. No need to fear. Yet go to any news site featuring this story and the reactions are always the same. So some fair play turn-about: if making one incarnation of Spider-Man a mixed-ethnic character is a sign of PC Armageddon, then surely the heated knee-jerking off from white guys reflects the pathological insecurities that inform the teabagger assault on racial equality programs, social services, public employees, undocumented migrant workers (in racist parlance, “illegals”), public education and libraries, a mosque in your neighborhood, and the occasional census report documenting a higher mix of ethnicity in the country.

Obviously one Spidey out of multiple variations of the character not being a white dude is at the front lines of a coming race war. He’s probably a Kenyan Muslim Socialist!

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Maxillary Sinusitis

Saturday, June 18th, 2011 by Kevin Moore

We now have a name for what ails me — isn’t that great?!

Yeah, so I saw an allergist the other day to find out why my life has been miserable for the last six months. Turns out that my allergies have NOT been the culprit — but they haven’t been helpful, thaz fo sho — but the internal structure of my sinuses and nasal cavity has become a breeding ground for bacterial infection.

Grossed out yet? Oh, but there is more. But I won’t go into it. Just to say that I’ve had a culture done, and I’m waiting for a CT scan. Afterwards I begin a regimen of antibiotics, strong allergy medication, and nasal steroids.

I hope this will return me to levels of energy that permit consistent cartooning. That is all I ask of the world. Is that so WRAAWWNNGG?

Might even get regular on the blogginatin’ here, too. Admittedly, recent events have made me want to blog even LESS about politics. Heard any good penis jokes lately? Me, neither.

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Just For the Record You Were Talking Shit

Friday, May 27th, 2011 by Kevin Moore

Gil Scott-Herron died today. Only 62, but he had already laid the groundwork for socially conscious rap music forty years ago as a young poet, jazz musician and songwriter. He will be best remembered for “The Revolution Will Not Be Televised”, his riff on a Malcolm X quote and the abysmal state of televised misinformation and entertainment. But he had many, many other gems. Here are a few of my favorites.

“No Knock” calls bullshit on government promises for racial and social progress. Very funny, angry stuff.

“Home is Where the Hatred Is” is funky and full of disgust. Amazing.

“Pieces of a Man” broke my heart when I first heard it. Still does. Just about a guy getting a pink slip.

Yeah, forty years old, still relevant. Sorry to see him go.

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It’s Your Imagination, Stupid

Friday, May 27th, 2011 by Kevin Moore

This chalk talk by Kurt Vonnegut on story arcs is making the rounds on the Internet for the main reason all great comedy works: because it’s true.

Of course, it’s not a “recent” post — a) Kurt’s dead, Jim; and b) he gave this lecture back when computer hard drives had less than half a gig of storage. But it’s great. Here he’s taking the piss out of our literary pretensions, a shtick he replayed his whole career with fairly consistent success, even as he indulged in pretensions of his own. No sin in that, however. As I like to say whenever I get the chance, you can’t create unless you can “pretend.” (Ha, see what I did there? It’s a pun.)

The brings us to the imagination itself. Missing from Vonnegut’s discussion — because otherwise the gag doesn’t work, hence it’s beauty — is the real work, the busywork, the sweat and toil of filling in the details, of building a world and putting believable characters in it and giving them something to do that is worth paying attention to and then arriving at a satisfactory conclusion, with a little Meaning thrown in for good measure. It’s actually more fun than it sounds, but it ain’t easy, there is a lot of intellectual work involved, plus a lot of worry about Is It Worthy and Am I Good Enough (tho maybe that’s just me projecting a little). It’s tempting to take short cuts, to lighten the load a little, to make the story telling easier by using narrative conventions, character types, familiar situations, and genre expectations.

That’s where you can get into trouble.

Both wings of the broad church of fiction depend on a storehouse of manufactured, processed, elements of imagination. A young girl-child is in danger. What color is her hair? (Blonde.) A man, pursued by police, runs down an alleyway and encounters…(a dead end, perhaps a fence.) A woman answers the phone. Her face turns serious. She tells the caller “Thank you,” softly. Then she gently places the receiver back on the hook. What’s her problem? (Cancer.) A middle-class black man enters a restaurant in a small town in a southern state. The first racist he encounters is…(an angry proletarian white man, perhaps already drunk.) The child who discovers the magical fantasy world is (bookish, easily upset, physically weak). No surprise that many of these top-of-mind tropes depend upon and reinforce a variety of culture stereotypes and behavioral expectations. Whiter is better, the law is not easily evaded, emotional outbursts are to be eschewed, racism is a social phenomenon perpetuated by poor whites, only the pathetic have an interest in escaping reality.

Shit! You just got bogged down in the quagmire of modern culture and all its terrible politics. You just regurgitated all the poison you have been fed since infancy. You were just trying to write a story, man! Now look what you did. Clean that up!

I like this Mamatas post (thanks, Kip!), not because he rubs our noses in our mess, but because he’s reminding us that the act of questioning our own assumptions about people, society, history, etc. cannot be done without imagining how these things could be (and often are) otherwise. As a political cartoonist, I ran into these problems a lot: to express an opinion coherently through the visual shorthands of cartoonish icons without reenforcing the terrible stereotypes handed down from rotten history is a real challenge. I don’t think I was always successful; fortunately there was always someone ready to point out when I fell short of my ideals — even more fortunately when they did it before I published anything (remember, kids, get an adult to proofread your work before handing it in.) The key is listening. That’s true of most things in life, anyway, but it gets hard when it’s coming from someone criticizing you. The reward for suppressing your instinct to tell them to fuck off is becoming a better artist — and to arrive at a higher level of politics. Mamatas, again, and his conclusion (uh, spoiler alert?):

Our first step is to see this stuff when we do it, to realize that we didn’t make this up. It was made up for us. The second step is to clear away as much of the mediagination as we can. And the third this step is to write, to really write from one’s own brain. Resist the “real”, as the real that can be articulated in a five-act dramatic structure with a likeable protagonist and a satisfying dénouement is not the real. Find your own imagination, and use it.

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We’re Not Worthy

Thursday, May 26th, 2011 by Kevin Moore

I think we have reached the absolutely absurd end of austerity kneejerking: Eric Cantor has asserted that disaster relief for the thoroughly devastated town of Joplin should not be added to the deficit.

Having said that, some other GOPer will prove me wrong and will seek to top that level of callousness. I can’t predict it, though. My brain doesn’t point in that direction, no amoral compass, as it were. Basic instinct for me is: see human suffering, seek to alleviate it. Not trying to be self-righteous — I think this is fairly common, despite evidence that certain segments of the electorate have lost their minds.

Sure, few political leaders will have the brazen stupidity of a Cantor, but his cost-benefit analysis is much more common among policy makers, despite their vague talk of doing the people’s work. Following the Democratic victory in NY-26, considered a litmus test of voter tolerance for Paul Ryan’s Medicare destruction plan, President Bill Clinton immediately warned his party against complacency. Something must be done! Medicare is in peril! We must not let this issue get away from us! His audience, it should be noted, were a choir what loves them some austerity preachin’ — so I don’t expect Clinton’s prescriptions for solving the Medicare “crisis” would be to raise taxes and give it more money. Sure, he will probably recommend a return to tax levels of his Presidency, but he will also urge some restructuring plan; raising the age of recipients or limits on benefits. It’s “welfare reform” all over again! And that’s the “playbook” Obama should work from, so says the chorus.

Sacrifices will not come from the top. They will come from you and me. The banking and finance officers who oversaw the destruction of our economy and gambled mortgages and robbed pension funds still enjoy their jobs or their golden parachutes. Meanwhile, librarians in L.A. are being interrogated by court-appointed lawyers to justify their work or else they lose their jobs — at least one having her blog used against her — as armed guards stand in the room. Public employees are losing the right to union representation. Social programs for the elderly, the poor, the mentally ill, the hungry, the homeless — the ranks of whom only grow as the economy continues to stagnate (or in the case of the elderly, time moves demographics along) — are all on the chopping block. Right wingers like Cantor expose the raw side of this ideology, but it’s one shared to varying degrees of harshness by his centrist colleagues. A democracy ruled by corporations does not give a shit about us; it protects its own.

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Page 2 of Long Way from Home

Wednesday, May 11th, 2011 by Kevin Moore

Quick post to let y’all know there is another installment at Wanderlost. It ran late due to the usual distractions in my life.
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Are we at war with Mexico yet? NPR’s Talk at the Nation had a segment asking if drug users feel responsible for the bloodshed going on at the US-Mexican border. Honestly, why pick on the druggies? Couldn’t you ask taxpayers in general the same thing? The war on drugs is a forgotten war, of course, as are the others unless there is a spectacular kill for our collective catharsis or a serious loss of lives we care about, as opposed to the people who get in our way. But let this not obstruct the bold new plans to provide our corporations with cheap labor without too much scapegoating of desperate immigrants for our national failures.

Whoa. That just came out. Read the funny cartoon.

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New Page and New Story at Wanderlost

Wednesday, May 4th, 2011 by Kevin Moore

long way from home page one

“Long Way from Home” is the new story line at Wanderlost. You can view it hyar.

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Quotes Tweeted and Facebooked Post-Osama

Monday, May 2nd, 2011 by Kevin Moore

“I will mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that.”
-~Martin Luther King, Jr. (Note: Possibly Bogus)

“I’ve never wished a man dead, but I’ve read some obituaries with great pleasure.”
-–Mark Twain

“I have no pleasure in the death of the wicked.”
–Ezekiel 33:10

“For all the people out there scolding each other for various emotional reactions, I have this to say: Stop it. There is no “right” way to feel. Americans were victimized by a horrible mass murder. A measure of justice has been dealt. People react how they react. Some people react with joy. Some with grief. Some with jokes. Some do all of the above. All feelings are just that, feelings. Stop trying to control it.”
–Amanda Marcotte

I have felt each of these throughout the twenty-four hours following the announcement U.S. forces finally found and killed Osama bin Laden. And that’s not counting the initial disbelief and laughter I expressed when my friend Patrick told me on the phone last night. Or the disturbingly quick partisan assessment I made that Obama is assured re-election (which upon further thought is not assured at all: witness Bush the Elder’s loss of Gulf War brownie points when he failed to take the recession of the early 90s seriously.) Today when Twitter turned into a debate about the sincerity of Rush Limbaugh’s remarks praising Obama’s role in taking bin Laden down, I decided I should just back away and throw up my hands.

I am glad bin Laden is no longer at large. I hope his demise does not make him a martyr, but seriously demoralizes his organization and all of the violent sociopaths he inspired. But don’t tell me justice was served. Too much blood has been spilled in the name of my country, with my tax dollars, at the sacrifice of my countryfolk and the uncounted deaths of thousands of innocent people around the world.

Edited to add the link to Megan Mcardle’s post on dubious MLK quote. Which just makes this that much weirder.

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World of Stupid

Wednesday, April 27th, 2011 by Kevin Moore

Most days approaching the info-overloaders of Facebook/Twitter/CNN/whatever promises a depressing encounter with the stupid things people — especially the corporate media types we call “Villagers” — obsess about.

But today may possibly be the absolutely stupidest. Yes, I know “stupidest” isn’t a real word, but that’s the best kind of word today’s events deserve. And I proclaim this nadir of stupidity within an historical context that has amassed a stupendous load of asinine things within its bowels. So I suspect I may have underestimated the capacity of our current political culture to debase itself.

After all, there’s an election coming.

UPDATE: Just read this tweet: “Taitz responds: Real Birth Cert. would say “Negro” not “African” http://tpm.ly/ecNEGZ #longformbirthers”

Nevermind.

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New Wanderlost Page

Wednesday, April 27th, 2011 by Kevin Moore

It’s been a few months since the last time I updated Wanderlost, and I was beginning to wonder if I ever would. One health problem after another — fatigue, oral surgery, sinus infections, etc. — have made it difficult to get anything done (see the piles of dishes and laundry in my house for graphic testimony), but before I start whining about it, I’ll move on to say I am feeling better. I see a doctor today about a possible respiratory infection. Whee!

Anyhoo, here is the last page of “Out to Sea” up at the Wanderlost site. Next week I start up a new story, wherein Sheldon and Chloe try to make their way back home.

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