Hey kids.  In my brief tenure at Protein Wisdom I think I’ve established myself as someone who posts “Talking back to drag-queen music” and two armadillo posts.  In other words, a lightweight.  When I signed up for this insanity, I told Jeff that I’d provide late-night drunken postings.  I have no idea if he paid attention to that.  This is one of those posts, belated and yet somewhat timely in its own way.  The topic tonight is one of the grails of current geekdom, Battlestar Galactica.  If you don’t care about the show, or about shows which can be spun as leftist, there’s no point in continuing from here.  Move on.

Okay, we have some people left, literally tens of you.

I want to start off by dispelling any thoughts you might have about my personality.  I have the feeling that my drag=queen posts have planted a certain idea about who I am in many minds.  Normally I would not say much more about it, but in this case I will. I hope it suffices to say that I am totally gung-ho on what I think our plans for Iraq are.  I think we have to do our best to build a democracy there, because if we fail the consequences are abhorrent.  I was behind the action when the invasion started.  I have not wavered.  I think Bush isn’t pushing hard enough, though I still support his actions and I voted for him in both elections even though I’m in a marginal blue state and my vote might not matter (we’re classified as purple here, and most people are conservative in their personal lives even though they tend to vote liberal). 

Since I have been drinking, I may tend to drift.  Let me tell you one thing.  If, G-d forbid, we elect Democrats to a majority and we end up fighting the terror war here on our home turf (which scares me no end because fighting a defensive war is almost always a losing proposition), I will buy a battle rifle, either a Garand or an M1-A along with 10,000 rounds of ammo.  And I will die killing those who would oppress our freedoms which lefties say are being taken away and yet I haven’t seen it yet.  SO I guess I qualify as a whacko.

I only tell you that to say this: I will fight, and if required, die to defend us from those fascist bastards.  I’ll even defend those lefty f*cks who talk against what I believe.  I can’t go in person because I’m old and also 4-F due to missing body parts as well as asthma.  So please, chickenhawk mongers, feel free to go elsewhere.

But I digress.  I blame Captain Morgan, Amaretto, and George Bush.  As I said, drinking, drunken post.

So, onward.  I admit, the parellels between the “insurgents” on Battlestar Galactica are sharp to those of us who are sensitive to current situations in Iraq.  It’s hard not to think that way, what with Edward James Olmos talking smack about it.  Well, as we all know, most actors act from emotion rather than intellect.  So I don’t care what he said.  He’s an idiot, fine.  No argument.  The question is, can we enjoy the show anyway?  I want to try to convince you that we can.Beyond the denying the visceral (hot blonde sexy babe robots who will have sex with you) what do we have?  We have a group of perhaps sentients who don’t know what it’s all about.  I haven’t met a human who has the answers, and the cylons, or some of them anyway, seem to be looking for the answers to those age-old questions of life, the universe, and everything.  I think they think humans have something they need on that front, whether they’ll admit it or not.

I have Fauxnewz on right now and the Dems are spouting sh*t again.  Can we cap thier asses?  NO?  Dammit.

Let’s return to fantasy.  I just watched the whole premier of BG and I can easily argue for a different interpretation.  Colonel Tigh is effed in the head.  Both “the chief” and “the former president” argued against suicide bombings. I don’t think the wackos we face have any opposition to their suicide bombings from thier own people.  Balthar (or however you spell it) continues to be slime and I would be happy to die killing him if I were in that situation.  The big question, I think, is why are the Cylons trying so hard to subvert certain humans?  I think they have realized that they need humans if they will ever have a chance to find the true nature of G-d.  It’s funny if they do think that, because humans don’t know the answer either.  I think they think breeding cross-breeds is key to their salvation.  ANd how will they feel when they have to start killing the mothers and fathers of their children?  Even if their emotions are programmed, the fact that they believe in G-d or some kind of higher power means they are susceptable to emotional decision-making.  I think only the mothers and fathers of their children are humans will deter them from lethal action. 

In other words, I don’t think we can really draw parellels between the show and our lives, and any such linkages are strained to start with.

Before anywone gets P.O. d, let me say that I can easily see how you could feel that this is an attack on what most of us here believe.  I would rather not give them that power.  I welcomed the show when it started, and I have waited a long time for it to come back from its last hiatus.  I admit I’m a bit disappointed in their storytelling, which I consider very ham-handed, but I’m willing to wait a while to see if they can pull this out of their collective asses.  I think that if you really look closely, you’ll see that you can interpret things quite diffently.  I wouldn’t give up yet.

Jeebus.  That’s really bad.  I could do better if I sobered up.  And yet, this is more real.

Here’s something which may lose you, if I even have you now.  I used to watch “West Wing.” I never agreed with the politics.  Whenever I got annoyed I just remembered they lived in an alternate universe where “liberals” had their wet-dreams satisfied and anyone right of center was evil.  I thought the writing was pretty good, not that I would ever support the vast majority of the socialist results they provided.

Man.  What a load of crap.  Short version: Battlestar Galactica, still okay to watch.  Iraq war: righteous cause, fully support. Late-night drinking: advised for the unemployed or semi-employed, but only on a sporadic basis.

Ultimately: don’t take too many things too seriously, that tends to suck the enjoyment right out of life.