A freed Frank White returns to the mean streets of New York, where he attempts to reassert his power over the Gotham underworld while cozying up to the city’s seemingly-legit interests. This disquieting tale is not about crime, itself, or greed, or brotherhood amongst thieves. It’s an amoral story of politics and power.
Just when you think that social networking cannot sink any lower, here is an ongoing bombing investigation to drain a little more out of the pool. The Internet… Sometimes I really hate this beloved place of ours.
I had a “debate”, so to speak, with a Christian today. When he asked me why I no longer believed in the existence of God, I replied, “Because it’s bullshit.” I suppose it was a bit callously delivered, but I had planned to follow the remark with reasons. However, before I was even given a chance to explain myself, my acquaintance (we will call him John), red-faced and irate, nearly yelled, “If you consider yourself so well-read [note: I do not], if you’ve read,” and he listed a bunch of thinkers whom I was supposedly familiar with [note: I was familiar with many of them], “why do you find the need to swear and show disrespect?”
The question is often asked: “Why do you care?” Why shouldn’t I care? Why can’t I be ignorant and apathetic? Indeed, why do I care so much if a man or a woman is religious? Why can’t I be like other passive atheists and leave it well alone?
They say that dislike or like of a movie is a subjective concept. Who exactly “they” are, I have no clue. But how about if a film is “good” or “bad”?
It seems that despite the rapidly accelerated growth of science and technology, and a greater interconnectivity between human beings than ever before, I feel that in some sort of strange paradox the world becomes increasingly disconnected. Or maybe that’s how I feel from the rest of civilization: alienated. The net hasn’t really allayed this feeling of alienation.
Sometimes shit happens and we find someone to take responsibility for it. Sometimes we hold these people legally, economically, socially, politically responsible, or what have you. In some cases you just cannot. That’s the way life is. For instance, if you hear from your local weatherman on television that it was going to be sunny all day and decided to host an outdoor barbeque, and the weatherman turned out to be dead wrong, and ruined your day along with everyone else’s.
Man lives by destiny. And its destiny is to live with constructs of itself.