Nobody cares.
Nobody cares what you think.
Nobody cares how you’re doing.
Then you die.
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Nobody cares.
Nobody cares what you think.
Nobody cares how you’re doing.
Then you die.
Roger Ebert died today. I haven’t talked about him much, but in recent years he’s become a real inspiration for me. I knew he was sick, but I didn’t expect that we would lose him so soon.
I forget the exact article I read that keyed me into the fact that Roger Ebert was so much more than just a movie critic, but I began reading his blog. My favorite posts was the ones where he was not writing about movies, but pondering on our polarized political climate, gun violence, and other issues. I think one of his most powerful posts was one of his last, this one: http://blogs.suntimes.com/ebert/2013/03/a_shooting_in_harsh_park.html
He doesn’t posture, he doesn’t preach, he simply relates yet another senseless killing by gun related violence. The power of the post comes from the fact that it’s short, for the most part simply relates an incident most of us probably didn’t hear about, and most importantly the final paragraph. You can sense his frustration with humanity, almost defeat in his tone. There’s a world weariness that comes through. He sees this incident through a lens that most of us don’t. This is a story that should have made national news. It should have dominated headlines across the country for weeks. But it didn’t. It was lost in an onslaught of other, equally tragic, gun related murders that happen each and every day. We, as a society, as a people, as humans, should all be working together to find a solution, but we don’t. The only discussion that every happens is political posturing. One side shouts “guns don’t kill people, people kill people!” and the other side shouts “gun control now!” All any of us seem interested in is winning an argument, but in the meantime we continue to kill countless numbers of ourselves every single day.
Gun violence is a complex issue without a single simple solution, but we as a society seem incapable of having a serious honest discussion about it and implementing any kind of solutions at all. It kills one’s faith in humanity.
Gun control is almost certainly part of the solution. What the second amendment actually says aside, I don’t think it’s necessary to ban all weapons, but there is no reason that average citizens in a civilized society need assault weapons designed for combat. An AR-15 has one purpose and one purpose alone, to kill lots of people quickly. It is only being used properly when being used to kill lots of people quickly. Whatever else my be true of the Sandy Hook killer or the Colorado movie killer, they were using their weapons exactly as they were meant to be used. There is no justification for weapons of this sort to be made available to the general public.
But there are so many other factors that factor in to the issue. Poverty, poor education, and economic inequality are all factors that are rectifiable, but we can’t have honest discussions about these issues either.
In short, I share his frustration when watching Americans posture and shout and sling old tired memes around rather than trying to find a way to make life better for anybody. I identified with the man. More than I even knew. Michael Shermer reposted this article written by Ebert then I had never read before:
http://www.salon.com/2011/09/15/roger_ebert/
I didn’t know he was an atheist. It honestly never occurred to me to wonder. He didn’t blog about religion much. He was simply Roger Ebert, human being, supporter of the philosophy of Kindness. I respected and identified with him without even knowing that he was religion-free just like me.
That’s how it ought to be for all of us.
I will miss Roger Ebert. I will miss his thought-provoking insights, his desire to see humanity rise above itself, his powerful intellect. And yes, dear sister, those times when we were kids and would all sit down and watch Siskel and Ebert review the new movies together.
Good-bye, Mr. Ebert. The world was made better for having had you in it.
As I’m going though the obligatory post-WTF-Just-happened breakup retrospective, It occurred to me that the Dr. Cowboy persona has a few too many tracks back to me. It’s just a little too intertwined with my real identity. When your girlfriend who just dumped you has a close family member who works for a rather high profile web company which happens to know a lot of information about, well, pretty much everybody, you realize that it’s possible that may have been a factor.
Soooo…. I’ve made a few changes to put a little more separation between the Dr. Cowboy persona and my real life. They need to remain separate for various reasons, not the least of which is I bitch a lot about my life here, and it’s not necessarily a good idea for those close to me to know about it. Anonymity is a good thing. It protects my professional career from my private ranting, and protects those close to me from being hurt. Well, except for the handful of people who know me in real life who also know about this blog. That can’t be helped.
At any rate, the number of touch points between my personal/professional life and the Dr. Cowboy persona has been significantly reduced. It’s still possible to track me down, but it’s a lot harder now. There’s a few side effects to that. The most notable being that past posts are still tied to a blogger profile that I’ve shut down as much as possible. Future posts will occur under this profile, but it’s still me.
I’m not much of a country music fan, but it just works if you imagine it as an old Johnny Cash song.
Well Cowboy had a job to do
He had to pack a box or two
‘Cause Cowboy was a-movin out of townAs he sat packin’ up compilers
C# books and games of violence
A shriek resounded all throughout the houseLittle Cowboy saw a thing
that made men shake and children scream
and women go a-runnin for cans of RaidA Mighty Wasp had come to call
He must’ve come out through the wall
or maybe he came out the fireplaceCowboy saw the little ones cryin’
The Wasp all bluster was a-flyin
Laying claim to all the Downstairs den.He had no fear this Wasp of Fable
Crawling all along the table
He conquered Wookies, Troopers, and Jedi too.Yes action figures stood no chance
against the mighty Wasp’s advance
And Cowboy knew just what he had to do.He sent the children fast away
and when they were all hidden safe
He shuddered in fear from head to toe.He grabbed the can of Raid and then
and went to battle, face set grim
And waited for the bug to settle down.But Zod the Wasp had other plans
He charged at Cowboy coming fast
And Cowboy, pale, ran away in fright.But Cowboy wasn’t giving up
He came back after throwing up
His will as strong as ever for what that’s worth.The Mighty Wasp lay on the floor dying
Apparently he’d found some poison
Cowboy nodded at his fallen foe.He aimed the can at Zod and then
he bravely pulled the trigger and
Zod died in a flood of Industrial Chemicals.But Cowboy’s fight was far from over,
Six more warriors in the foyer
Came to avenge their fallen friend.Cowboy fought them one by one
And ran away more than once
but cowardice won the day with help from Raid.Cowboy took a yellow trash bag then
soaked the fireplace till nothing could live
he grabbed his duct tape and sealed up the breach.But more mighty warriors found their way
into Cowboy’s sacred place
And so he patched the big hole in the roof.Yes Cowboy’s evil landlord, laughing,
cut a hole in the bathroom ceiling
Apparently a Wasp Nest in the wall.So Yellow Bags taped all over the place
Cowboy plans to evacuate
And like Sir Robin, bravely ran away!Into the sunset y’all. Good night!