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You also don’t care when they say that you glorify political violence.
For me, the 20th century communism is the biggest ethical-political catastrophe in history, greater catastrophe than fascism. But in the first years of the October Revolution, in spite of the so-called Red Terror, there was sexual liberation and literary explosion before it turned into a nightmare. I don’t accept the right-wing critique that says it was evil from the very beginning.
But what’s your stand on political violence?
In an abstract sense, I am opposed to violence. But nobody is actually against violence. Look at the Buddhists. They say you shouldn’t kill, but then they have all the exceptions. During the 40s, one of the great Zen philosophers was writing articles not only justifying Japanese invasion of China but also giving advice on how Buddhist enlightenment allows you to kill without guilt.
How can you dismiss Buddhism so easily? It’s the fastest growing religion in the world.
In the West, Buddhism is the new predominant ideology. Things are so unstable and confusing that with one speculation you can lose billions of dollars in a minute. The only thing that can explain this is Buddhism which says that everything is an appearance. That’s why the Dalai Lama is so popular in Hollywood. –“First they Called Me a Joker, Now I Am a Dangerous Thinker,” Shobhan Saxena interviews Slavoj Zizek, Times of India
No army has a killer dolphin: sadly, it is an urban legend, much like these photos of people dying horribly on an airplane, or the myth of protesters spitting on returning Vietnam vets–please see “Stabbed in the Back!” by Harper’s contributing editor Kevin Baker (free)
Of course it seems risky for a brand to go negative on itself. But imagine if Domino’s had spent two years and tens of millions of dollars reformulating its pizza (which it did), and then launched the revamped pie with a simple “new and improved” spot. A “We took our great pizza and made it even yummier!” kind of ad. Would anyone notice? Would anyone talk or tweet about the fact that the Domino’s recipe had been altered? “Google the words new and improved,” says Domino’s chief marketing officer Russell Weiner, “and I think you’ll get about 160 million hits. They’re two of the more overused words in marketing. They’ve become wallpaper.” –“Like Cardboard,” Seth Stevenson, Slate
The cuddler strikes in D.C. (he’s not adorable);
and neither are these ironically-captioned photos of cute animals;
example: photo of ferret in a frying pan with the following caption: “Dissatisfied ferrets resort to Jewish guilt”
I signed the marriage license papers in front of the notary lady from the bail bonds place across the street. My wife-to-be, Shayonna, wasn’t allowed upstairs, so we signed it separately. After that, a guard took me into this little room where Shayonna was waiting. She looked so pretty. Her hair was in this little cute bun with a ponytail. She had braids and little spikes coming out of the bun. She was wearing a silver skirt with a champagne-colored shirt and orange shoes. The only thing I could do special was my hair– I put a little ponytail at the top of my single braids. We said our vows, and I cried like a big baby, because I couldn’t believe I was really getting married to this beautiful woman. We both said “I do,” and then we took a picture. We were about to touch each other–but the guard said we couldn’t. –“My Big Phat Same-sex Prison Wedding,” Dawn Davis II, Salon
Chances that a deep breath inhaled today will contain a molecule from Julius Caesar’s dying breath:
Innumeracy: Mathematical Illiteracy and Its Consequences, by John Allen Paulos, Hill and Wang (N.Y.C.)
The earth once had three moons; the two lost moons may have crashed into the surviving moon, or been sucked into the sun, or flung out of the solar system to drift through deep space.
In Florida, an 87-year-old World War II veteran flying touch-and-go drills in a Cessna collided with an airborne skydiver. “There was a ‘woof’ sound,” said a witness, “like falling on your face into your pillow.”
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“American politics has often been an arena for angry minds.”