Dierks Santiago stepped out of the passenger side of his Mercedes MMZ smartly, shutting the door behind him. With a few quick hand motions the MMZ pulled out smoothly, driving itself off on a loop until the auction was over. For a brief moment he thought of sending it to a parking garage, to save the world from one more luxury driving itself around but, as in many things in Dierks’ life, his whim overruled any considerations for his fellow man.
He watched with satisfaction as the car signaled its left turn and pulled out and away. Its deep blue paint reflecting the orange-pinkish light of the late afternoon sun. Silent and gliding a few inches off the ground it truly was more a work of art than an automobile and, judging by the heads turning as it coasted down the street, he wasn’t the only one to consider it so.
However, this idle admiration for Federated Germany’s most excellent machine was quickly replaced with deep concentration at the task at hand. Because today was the day Dierks Santiago stepped out from his father’s shadow and into his own. Today, Dierks’ conquest of the world began in earnest.
With the shooting death of Alton Sterling the new cycles are awash again with racial tension as another African American man was gunned down by police officers in what can only be called cold blood. The shooting took place in Baton Rouge, LA and, as expected in today’s day and age, has touched off a firestorm of reactions and emotions. This blog isn’t really about the shooting though. The officers should be tried and, in my opinion, convicted and sentenced to many years in prison but the real issue I have is with the method of protest that has become a favorite in 2016, the hashtag.
The hashtag embodies everything that is a fucking problem with how we go about discussing issues nowadays. Its a simple, easy, bullshit way that people try to mark themselves as martyrs or social justice warriors without taking any of the risks or actions that have marked them out in the past. Don’t get me wrong, I know there are those on social media who do rally and protest and that Twitter, among other platforms, is key in organizing such events but the vast majority of postings are coming from people who just see something trending and decide to jump on the bandwagon.
It is my distinct pleasure to introduce a new feature here on the PolPit, The Brotherhood with Banters; an audio companion to be played simultaneously for all of your Game of Thrones re-watching because, let’s be honest, that show stuffs so much content into 60 minutes of television that no one catches everything. Fans are re-watching the episode, they’re watching reviews and reactions on Youtbue, firing up a multitude of podcasts, falling deep, deep into reddit holes and some of you hardcore Thrones fans out there are even delving into Westeros.org (Tyler Snow on there, holla at cha boi). Instead of people going through all that hassle, BwB is looking to save you the trouble and make you laugh at the same time with commentary that goes along with the episode as its happening.
So sit back on your couch, fire up On Demand or HBOGo, and hit play twice while we gather our party and venture forth into the lands that sing of ice and fire. Our first episode is covering Game of Thrones lastest episode, Season 6’s finale ‘The Winds of Winter’. Enjoy!
While still in the honeymoon phase with the season 6 finale of Game of Thrones, “Winds of Winter”, I think its safe to say the best season of the series closed out on Sunday night. Rebirths, revenge, reunions, season 6 strung together a collection of television episodes that, at this point, cannot be rivaled and somehow a show that has dazzled for six years is just now reaching its peak.
Great. Now that all of the platitudes are out of the way a lot has happened in Westeros and beyond this season with plenty of implications for the future. With no book guideline to follow (hurry up GRRM) this GoT offseason again allows our imaginations to run rampant with what will happen in the world of ice and fire. (I mean, Spoilers left and right ahead)
We are at war. We have been at war for far longer than any of us have realized but the time to remain ignorant or to underestimate our enemy has long since past. The Radical Islamic movement currently embodied in Daesh and taught in extreme madrassas across the globe is diametrically opposed to our way of life, our values, our allies, and our nation and are committed to the slaughter and subjugation of everything and everyone we hold dear. They have manipulated the poor, the uneducated, and the ignorant into waging their war to hold on to their political primacy atop the societal structures of many Islamic nations. They seek to conquer new territories and impose their archaic religion as law where women, the LBGT community, and all non-Muslims are seen as subhuman and may be imprisoned, disfigured, or executed without trial, without representation, and without reason.
This evil will not stand. It will fall. It will fall because it rages against progress. It rages against common sense. It rages against humanity. It will fall because, like all other forms of tyranny that have ever, and will ever exist, it will be toppled.
It’s pretty much taken me about a week to fully wrap my head around what exactly happened between Bran and Hodor in Game of Thrones’ fifth episode of this season entitled “Hold The Door”. It took me a while, and for the following episode to be a bit boring, but I finally think I have my theory on what exactly Bran did to Hodor. Granted, I’m offering my opinion having not read what the directors/writers/actors/GRRM have said so, for all I know, everything I’m about to say may be complete and total rubbish but, hey, that’s what 89% of the internet is anyway so, if you want to come down the rabbit hole with me, read on.
First and foremost, as the title suggest, I have not seen the entirety of this film. I made nearly an hour and a half before I turned it off and walked away in obvious disgust. That hasn’t happened to me in forever. I’ve watched Cowboys and Aliens until the end. I’ve made it through The Pest once. Shit, I even love Bubba Ho-Tep (go see it immediately). I would not consider myself a movie snob.
Until I saw The Martian.
I know many liked the movie. I know it was up for awards (that are paid for) and its got good reviews across multiple review sites. I get that and I vehemently disagree. If you liked the movie I’d stop reading now. Its only going to make you mad. Like being pro-choice and reading a dissenting opinion from Clarence Thomas. I’m not going to change your mind, you aren’t going to change mine so we might as well ignore each other. I’ll catch you another time.
No, this post is for those who hated it but don’t want to be the one to ruin the party. A lot of people have hyped this movie since its release. I know a lot of us who truly despised this movie were polite and kept quiet while opinions we are diametrically opposed washed into our ears and lay our minds under a siege of frustration contained forcefully by societal norms. Because if there is one thing the internet has taught us its that people HATE people who hate what they like and movies are some of the things most near and dear to people’s hearts.
Well I’m hear to save you, silent minority. I’m giving you an outlet. I’m jumping on the grenade of being that over the top, nitpicking, too serious, angry, ranting, person who will rip into this movie with the fervor usually saved for medieval battlefields. Because I know you are out there. Those who hated this movie. Who despised the characters and the dialogue and the plot. Who were so distracted by the flaws in the movie and its presupposed adherence to scientific reality while ignoring human reality. Who were distracted by the JJ Watt of astronauts, Mark Watney, acting like a total twat the entire movie (82 minutes at least).
I don’t do this because I want to. I need to. I do this because this is the internet hill I’ve chosen to die on so you, hater, don’t have to. I’ve done it to seek allies in the vast cyberspace. A beacon to rally behind. A bastion of bashing. A safe space for hate.
I know, I know. I’m a hero.
So if you hated this movie read on and let the sermon of slander be as music to your ears and a reprieve from the buzz for I am preaching to the choir.
In light of recent events where, time and time again, the United States government, in particular that dilapidated branch named Legislative, has proven itself dysfunctional and broken it has become self evident to this author that a fundamental change in America’s governmental process has now become a necessity. The vitriol and angst that has become so pervasive and intoxicating to the esteemed members of the highest legislative body of our nation is such that there is simply no avoiding the inevitable change that must occur to breathe new life and hope into our civic process.
That change is the implementation of Congressional term limits.
Everyone has those moments that seem to have a permanent residence in their memories. Snapshots from days gone by. Mental photographs that remind us of who we are and what we felt at a moment in time where we were shaped, where we were formed. Their first kiss. A cherished moment with a grandmother. That first surge of triumph, of accomplishment. A warm family memory where, for that moment, the universe and everything in it made sense because you felt the purity of love beating inside your chest. Most of these memories are tied to those closest to you. To family and friends, those still here and those who have gone.
There is the rare one though, the rare one of these memories that are caused by a stranger. By another soul that brushed by yours and left a mark forever never to be seen again. Nothing drastic. Nothing life altering, in the grand scheme of things. Nevertheless something resonated on a deeper level that won’t let go. Nothing profound but something permanent.
We are almost there. Only a few more days before the Season 6 premiere of Game of Thrones and I can’t wait. The only thing that is kind of a drag about GoT is that it is so dense, with so many storylines, that its sometimes hard to remember where we left off with everyone. Well, other than Jon Snow being dead because I think Yahoo alone has published over 9000 articles on that since Season 5 ended. Also did you know Lena Headey used a body double for Cersei’s walk of shame!? Because they ran that one back about 5000 times.
This season is special for one huge reason too in that for the first time book readers (myself) and show watchers (peasants) are pretty much in the same boat as far as not knowing what is going to happen next. There are some things in the books that have yet to show up in the show so, as you read on, just be wary that we’ll be using all of the information we currently have from the books so there may be some spoilers ahead.
Anyway, I’m going to try and summarize where we left Westeros’ favorite throne seekers, knights, whores, half-men, and wights. Not only that, but we’ll throw in some blazing, dragonfire takes on who lives and who dies this season and some plot predictions. Don’t be scared. Like Captain Spears said in Band of Brothers, just assumed your favorite character is already dead and you can watch without fear. So gather your party and let’s venture forth.