It is NOT true that the Bush Administration is taking its continued cues on Homeland Security from the Fox Television show "24." At least The Heretik hopes it's not true. Where do you draw the line?
Already this year there have been two torture scenes. The first victim was the son of William Devane's Secretary of Defense character. And the Heretik thought he had a tough home life. And you thought your boss was tough? The second victim was CTU agent Gavin. When they take Gavin away to question her, they go straight for some shock stick. Makes you wonder what would they do to people they don't love or work with?
Of course this course of action must be taken by hardnosed realists who have to make the touch calls because the stakes are too high. In this year of "24," the plot excuse is that some nuclear reactors may melt down, not that the imagination of the plot makers is melting down. Not just one nuclear reactor would melt down, over a hundred would do the China Syndrome. The Big Boom Boom would be a Big Bad Bad.
One question to consider is can black and white moral absolutes exists when the sky threatens to smudge into a relative nuclear disaater grey? At what point must morality give way to reality? Why? Why not?
Is the question even worth it or should we not even bother, just kick back on the couch, and leave it to people who know better? Who knows better?
Now back to Jack. The Heretik apologizes for his recent discovery and over use of the italic key. When you get something that works easily, you stick with it. Transition, Heretik, transition. Which bring us back to torture. If it works quickly and gets results in big cases, why not use it in small cases where something less than the fate of the world is at stake? At what point is a consideration so small that torture is not needed? Why? Why not?
The Heretik is growing tired of Jack Bauer, bold man of action. The Heretik laughs when Jack's superiors ask him if he wants backup. There is no time for backup, interchangeable boss. I'm going in alone.
Bold italics are over the top, kind of like Jack Bauer. Jack needs more imagination, we all do.
From the Virginian-Pilot: RICHMOND - Underwear-exposing teens are one step closer to a $50 fine
after a bill from Del. Algie T. Howell, D-Norfolk, received preliminary
approval in the House of Delegates on Monday.
Howell’s bill, HB1981, calls for fines for anyone
who intentionally wears or displays their underwear in a “lewd or
only four dissenting votes, the House Privileges and Elections
Committee advanced a proposed change to religious-freedom guarantees
rooted in the 1786 Virginia Statute for Religious Freedom authored by
Thomas Jefferson and James Madison and reflected in the First Amendment
of the U.S. Constitution.
Possible Satire Warning Activated: Basic Level 1 This is your reporter The Heretik reporting from the mouth of hell. I
overheard sombody down here asking why people on earth laugh when the
world is so screwed? It sounded like Belushi, but I think it was one
of the workers heading to finish the Leno Suite. (Jay Leno is Satan's
favorite stand up guy. Don't tell Jay Boy, but when he hands off the Tonight Show to Conan O'Brien, he's headed straight to hell.)
Ho, ho. Ha, ha. Giggle. Snigger. Guffaw. Why laugh indeed?
Sometimes even The Heretik has had enough of the demonic laughter.
It's not just hot down here at the mouth of hell, it's also noisy.
When I can't stand it anymore and before my mouse melts, I click here, and here, and here for some small comic, satiric relief.
Then before my laptop melts and goes molten in the river Styx
running beside me outside the gates of hell, I think about the role of
satire. How can you laugh lightly in these dark times? Heretik,
Heretik, Heretik, five years in, is there really no hope for the new
millenium? Yes, there is no hope.
Yes, there is no hope? Heretik, Heretik, Heretik, how can you be so negative?
Then Cerebus The Damned Dog of Doom barks up to tell me I really
screwed the pooch with that Democrats Prepare Competing Marriage
Amendment my first day of doing a diary at Daily Kos.
Should have had the satire warning on that one from the get go.
Without that satire warning, with some raging righteous response, The
Heretik might help prove what The Righteous Right have declared all
along: Damn Dems got no game, no sense, and don't gots no sense of
Christ. Can I say Christ? Of course I can. I am The Heretik. Damn it. Christ, Christ, Christ. Don't care about the consequences, because I have already lost my soul.
Now I am paying the price. I have to take criticism from a critter
(crit crit?). Cerebus the Hound of Hell bites. Yeah, that's right,
Cerebus. Bite me.
You talking to me, dogmeat?
Cerebus The Dog of Hell tells me I really am an idiot linking that thing to my own blog. And leaving it off with Democrats saying only homosexuals can marry?
It's a bad day when you have got to take criticism from a dog and then
the hound of hell bites you in the ass. Now I've got to go get a
rabies shot. Yeah, go ahead and laugh, Satan.
No need for a medical clinic in Righteous Hell because most of the
people here are dead? That's great. What about Rove? Dead, but he
just doesn't know it? The Heretik is trying very hard to laugh now,
but it's hard to go with the ho hos when a dog has ripped off half your
ass. Hoping the laptop will stay solid long enough to finish this
post. Wondering why they still call them laptops when that is the
least likely place I see them. Hoping somebody at Daily Kos
can point out the right way to play nice so I can still have playdates
with the big kids. With a weak ha, ha, and a little ho, ho, this has
been The Heretik reporting from the mouth of Hell.