Wednesday, February 6, 2013

COFFEE WITH SATAN: WHY SATAN INVENTED THE OSCARS AND SUNDANCE





I've spoken to Satan before about this topic, but never in this depth.  We met at a new Starbucks on Lincoln and Colorado in Santa Monica.  The devil was very excited about the Oscar Nominations, a pageantry Satan claims to have invented.

N: You invented the Oscars?

S: Like most things, I did not invent it.  I invented what it has become.

N: What has it become.

S: The defense of the status quo.

N: Which is.



S: That white people are the smartest people on Earth and destined to rule the world.

N: What about "Beasts of the Southern Wild"?

S: I'm sure you've noticed that even movies that star non-white people always have race as an issue.  "The Help" for example.  "Django Unchained."   That classifies these films as films about white people.  You have to explain to the audience why a white man or woman is not the lead.  That makes it a white movie by default.

N: But "Beasts of the Southern Wild" is not about that.

S: It's a white man's wet dream, dude.

N: Explain.

S: You have a girl who tries to act like a boy, always an awesome message of misogyny.  You have a drunk black father.  You have a Hurricane Katrina-eske situation where people don't want help.  The visual style is borrowed from Levi's commercials.  That was my idea.  It's a white  man's fantasy about poor black people.  The message is: Black people are happy being poor and dirty.  I love this movie.  Don't cheapen my accomplishments.

N: Of course.

S: When was the last time you saw a movie like "Back to the Future" about non-white people?





N: You mean, a movie that had nothing to do with race?

S: You might have to go back to the original "Night of the Living Dead."  You don't have to take my word for it.  Look at the people at the Oscars or Sundance, the luncheons, the what have you's.  It's all white.  You need sunglasses to be anywhere near them.

N: And why is this necessary?

S: White people in cinema is a real estate.  It's a terrain.  White people own it and will defend it until you pry their dead fingers from it.



N: But why?

S: If you control what people see, you control everything.  Why do you think in a dictatorship, Hitler, Kim-Jon ill, they always control the media first?  In China, the government controls Google.  They control what people see.  Cinema has become global and white people control what people see all over the world.  The message is: white people rule the world.  Every poster says that.

N: Sundance too?

S: Look at Sundance's staff, for God's sake.  Look at their movies.  Go look at their schedule and come back and talk to me.  Just do me a favor and do a search on Sundance pics and tell what you see.  White people partying.  Looking good.  And so forth.  You have to hand it to me, bro.

N: Okay, but why must white people rule the world?

S: We've talked about this already.  But I love answering it.  In 50 years, when the Earth reaches baked potato weather, no one will want to be white.  But we have to make them think otherwise.  That being white is the greatest accomplishment on this planet.  And movies control that message.

N: Okay, let's talk about the Oscar noms.

S: Fire away, money.

N: I'll name the movie and you tell me the message.

S: Totally.

N: "Django Unchained."

S: Black people are the most submissive people on Earth.

N: Really.

S: That's what the DiCaprio's character said.  The three things on the skull monologue.  Trust me, that's all people remember when they leave the theatre.  Next.

N:"Zero Dark Thirty."

S: White people have the right to kill anyone.

N: But it's Osama.

S: You never see him.

N: "Lincoln."

S: White people control your freedom.

N: "Silver Lining's Playbook."

S: White people deserve seconds chances.  You notice there was a black guy in there right?  He didn't deserve a second chance.  He was a criminal.  Bradley Cooper is a hero.  I insisted on that.

N: "Amour"?

S: White people are wealthy.  Did you see the apartment they lived in?  They did pretty well.

N: "Argo."

S: White people must be protected.  Did you see how those people lived?  Even in hiding, they worse turtle necks and drank Pinot.

N: "Les Miserables."

S: White people are like everyone else.  Poor, that is.  Struggling.  And so on.  It's necessary to remake this thing every few years to remind people white people are only human.

N: "Life of Pi"?

S: White people understand you.  You can't tell me you didn't notice the white boy listening to the story?  He's the one who asked all the questions and... you know... wrote the book.  It's all through the white guy's prism.

N: Okay, so what about Sundance?

S:"The Sundance Film Festival" could be a greater guardian to the white status quo than the Oscars, because people who don't know better still believe that Robert Redford's venue supports independent voices.




N: But it's doesn't.

S: Not if I have anything to say about it.

N: I heard a lot of good things about "Fruitvale."  The film that won best picture.

[Satan laughs hysterically... for a while... people gaze at us... then the devil calms down...]

S:  I love "Fruitvale."  Have you seen it?

N:  No.

S:  Spoiler alert.  It's about a black guy who goes to prison, straightens his life out and gets shot and killed.  The message is: Black people don't deserve second chances - or any chances.  Take him out.

N: Great.  Well, thanks for clarifying that.

S: Okay, see you at the movies.











Sunday, February 3, 2013

POLICE MAN: EPISODE "TRASH TALK"

"Police Man" is a collection of events about a cop who's been a cop for a long time...







“1 Charlie 37, CP called from 937 Gaviota #4, regarding a dispute with her neighbor.”

Chuck had been to this complex before.  Wouldn’t be the last either.  He was working alone that night.

“CP stated that the neighbor put the trash can in front of her window, and it smelled bad.”

Every call matters.  Every citizen matters.  The Miranda Act matters.  That’s what he kept telling himself.

The apartment complex at 937 Gaviota was like recreational center.  In a prison.  Chuck pulled black and white askew.  Stepped out.

Kids in the streets leered at him.  Even though it was dark, they were still playing.  He smiled back.  Even if the kids looked scared.  Kids were always scared of him.  Except, there was usually one smart ass kid that wasn’t scared.  He was usually fat.  And asked stupid questions.  Like:

“Hey, Mr.Cop, how many bullets does your gun hold?”

Chuck stopped answering these irrelevant questions 17 years ago… when he was rookie.

“Get back.  Police business,” he commanded the child, shutting him up.  Being a cop meant knowing how to shut people up.  Children were people too.

The courtyard was a shithole.  Black single women who had babies at 17.  Can’t even afford to eat McDonald’s 99 cents menu.  What were they thinking when they got knocked up?  A great wall of baby strollers and mothers playing “Angry Birds” on the iPhone they bought with food stamps.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Chuck hammered Door #4.  Took a couple minutes before it opened. Chuck heard the voice before the saw the person. 

“Finally!”

The “F” bomb was about the last word a cop wanted to hear.  Yea, cops should drop whatever they’re doing to take care your emergency situation. 

“I called because my next door neighbor put the trash can in front of my window. Smell horrible.  If you don't believe me, go and check it. It's still there.”

Female White… 5”3… 170… Fifties.  Brown night gown.  White trash.

“Why am I here?” asked Chuck.

“He should not put the trash can in front of my window!”

 “You did not answer my question. WHY AM I HERE?”

 “Well, you're the police .  Do something about it.”

“Do I look like a trash collector to you?  Stop calling the police about nonsense stuff. Talk to your manager or owner.  It's not a police matter.”

Chuck walked away shook his head and walked away.   This time, he didn’t smile at the kids.  It was too dark anyway. 

Their body language gave him the impression he was a criminal, like he did something wrong.  Let’s see what these kids would do with no cops on the streets.  They’d be at the mercy of the evil.  Kids did not truly know what evil was.  Even adults didn’t know.  Only cops knew.  Chuck had seen things normal person would never see.  They would go through their entire lives without understanding pure evil.  Civilization, in a nutshell.

“1 Charlie 37, CP called from #3, regarding your last call. He wants contact about the neighbor dispute!”

Chuck being the nearest cop had to answer the call…

… and return to 937 Gaviota Door #3…

Kids were still on the streets.  Mothers still in the courtyard.  Strollers.  Talking on their iPhones.  Playing Angry Birds.  Chuck considered himself pretty adept at Angry Birds.  He’d kick these women’s asses in Angry Birds.

“Bang!  Bang!  Bang!” His fist pounded the door.

 “POLICE.  Open the door!” Chuck felt like a disrespected pizza man.  They call emergency and take forever to open the door.

What was behind Door #3?  Black Male.  Seventies.  5’7.  150 lbs.  Blue tee-shirt.   Black jeans.  Sandals.  The old man actually gets out of his apartment.  Confronts Chuck. 

“I called you because this girl is prejudice. She hates black people.
She kept pulling the trash can, and putting it in my front door. And it's not the first time.”

“I just spoke to her. Call your manager or owner to take care of your problem.  It's not my problem.”

“I took a video camera when she did it. I have proof.  I have hard evidence.”

This old man watches too much TV.  Hard evidence my ass.

“Why am I here?  What's wrong with you people?”

“What's wrong with my people? Now you called me A NIGGER?  There's nothing wrong with my people.  SHE'S FUCKING PREJUDICE!”

“I didn't call you anything.  You both are as old as grandparents, but behave like two little kids.  This is not a police problem.  STOP CALLING THE POLICE.”

Chuck returned to the black and white.  Every call matters.  Every citizen matters.  The radio crackled for the next one…