2018.003

Well goddammit. I suppose I have to do this thing in the spirit its intended. How do I quantify 2017, now that we’ve all moved forward in our joint temporal experience of now…?

Pride. Love. Loss. Success. Achievement. Failure. Disappointment. Joy. Anger. Frustration.

I began 2017 with an entire catalog of expectations that proved to be as wrong as wrong can be. I have ended the year in exactly the same fashion. Along the way I got married, lost a good friend, lost a truly delightful mother-in-law, completed a film I’m extremely proud of, failed to sell that film (so far) due to truly ridiculous circumstance 100% beyond our control, and gained and lost all hope, faith and aspiration daily (or, some days, hourly).

Shoulda fastened my seatbelt. It’s been a bumpy night.

I knew when I set out on my blog-a-day mission that there would be several that were private; journal entries that are for my eyes only. As it happens, there have been a LOT more than I expected. as 2017 came to a close, it became apparent that there were a lot of thoughts and opinions I’m simply Not Allowed to Voice. That’s a hard place for me, but I have responsibilities beyond my own public persona, so I’ve ranted in silence, and it’ll stay that way for now.

Going forward into 2018, I’m still having daily crises of self centered on talent, strength of will, ambition… I’m still frustrated that we haven’t closed a sale for Diminuendo… I’m still inexplicably surprised to discover that I continue to be, by a large measure, my own worst enemy…

For some of these problems, there are already plans, mechanisms and solutions in place. For others… well… I guess I keep my enemies close.

It’s official; 2018 can eat a dick. I want to live the rest of my life during Aug-Oct of 2016.

First day of 2018. So far, I’m not impressed.

I should have made it clear when I mentioned that I would be writing something every day that not all of it would be public. We had some fairly major kicks to the gut lately (professionally speaking), and I have had lots to say, but none of it for public consumption. Likewise, I’ve been very vocal about a lot of things happening in the press, industry and world… but these are things I simply can’t print for public consumption.

might talk about some of the professional drama in days to come. I will resume public posting shortly with my “Last Jedi: review.

I had planned to avoid political discussion as much as possible. At this stage, with government being utterly compromised and diseased to the point that only euthanasia seems practical, what’s the point of debating Tangerine Caligula’s latest outrage? Looking into my crystal ball, however, I can see that my self-imposed gag order isn’t going to hold.

In preparation for the eventual ranting, let me give you a few key insights into my base positions.

All politicians — 100% of them — are liars, cheats and thieves. Bernie Sanders, Hillary Clinton, Mitch McConnell the Human Scrotum, Paul Ryan… they are all equally terrible. They are all criminals, bought and paid for by the monied interests who shove dirty hands up each of their asses and puppeteer them. Fuck them all.

Yes, the Circus Peanut IS worse because he ISN’T a politician. He’s a capitalist. A business man. A fucking real estate developerfor fuck’s sake. He has proven once and for all that there is social standing lower, less trustworthy, more reprehensible than mere politician.

Lastly, our democracy is dead. It died decades ago, when the richest 5% began increasing their wealth by orders of magnitude, allowing them to simply purchase elected officials wholesale. Until recently, we live in an oligarchy. That isn’t the result of simple empirical observation; Professors Martin Gilens from Northwestern University and Bejamin Page from Princeton published a data-driven study that finds the same truth.

Of course, the Executive branch is something else; a combination of kleptocracy and kakistocracy.

All of these are things to be discussed in days to come. However, you likely won’t be able to read them once they allow the ISPs to choke off huge swathes of the internet.

When is the meteor coming?

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