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Senator McCaskill asks a series of very important questions:
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Class Warfare and Video Games
Senator McCaskill asks a series of very important questions:
In my last post I expressed some frustration with the protests. I wish to assure my fellow liberals that not only do I empathize, I sympathize. The math is as inescapable as it is disturbing. We absolutely need to change that math, because “not as bad as the Republicans” isn’t a bar anyone should feel comfortable making their voting line. It will, yes, require a (hopefully peaceful) revolution to fix.
Perhaps Wisconsin’s days of peaceful rage will be the first strike in a wider movement to reclaim and fix our broken institutions. Perhaps not. One way or the other, it’s the Good Fight. I can’t be there in person. But in solidarity with them, I’m leaving a live stream of the fight up on my blog.
GL HF, ladies and gentlemen. GL, HF
Village Idiots picketing fallen soldiers’ funerals…Yeah, I’m talking to you! Do you know WHY you are allowed to do that? BECAUSE THE DEAD SOLDIER YOU ARE TRASHING, GAVE HIS OR HER LIFE SO YOU WOULD HAVE THE FREEDOM TO EXPRESS YOUR STUPIDITY! Feel free to copy and post-I did because I wasn’t afraid to express my undying gratitude to every single service person past, present and future. GOD BLESS OUR SOLDIERS!
I’ve seen this a lot. It sort of offends me. Let me explain why:
70 years ago, the Nazis and the Japanese wanted to murder us. Curtailing our freedom of expression was a minor, minor thing. 95 years ago, Pancho Villa wanted to.. I’m actually not sure what he wanted to do. But it had more to do with murdering us than taking away our rights to criticize a government.
199 years ago, the British actually _did_ make a serious attempt at conquering America, and… today citizens of various Commonwealth nations enjoy a very broad and expansive freedom of expression.
No, the biggest threat to free expression faced by Americans is from our own government. That is a threat against which the military cannot and must not stand. If our military were to take arms, and our soldiers were to die in opposition to policies enacted by our elected officials… America would be in a great deal of trouble.
There is, however, one organization which can protect the rights of Americans to free expression. No only can they protect us, but they _do_ protect us. Every day the ACLU stands vigil over every attempt to curtail free speech. The military stand as proud protectors of our physical bodies, and they do a magnificent job. It is the ACLU, however who guard America’s spirit.
I have contributed to their work. Have you?
My lines had been empty all day. Those lines ought to have had tens of thousands of people in them, and they were empty. Field reports ought to have been reassuring, but Central Ohio has an ugly history of voter intimidation. Four years previously, the lines had been hundreds deep and hours long. Four years previously, thousands of (black) voters had been– illegally– turned away. One party stood up and said that voter intimidation wasn’t a big deal. One party, in fact, had said that they were going to solve the opposite problem– paperwork was going to be demanded of everyone before they would be granted the franchise.
That party wasn’t pushing for voter intimidation, not exactly. Just an extra bit of grit in gears of an election. Special grit that only effects people who don’t drive. You know– poor people. It was one more obstacle between citizens and the vote. Just one more thing preying on my mind as I saw empty lines.
The other party– my party– looked at those hours-long lines and shouted out “Never Again!” Well. Alright. Democrats never shout. Shouting is for socialists like Bernie Sanders. But we did sort of hint around the edges that we wouldn’t really like to see that sort of thing ever again. So we had some people sit down and draw up plans. My job was to implement those plans. But my lines were empty.
An hour before the polls closed and my lines were empty. That’s when the van showed up. 30 people in SEIU purple spilled out. Running. “Who’s in charge of this staging location” came the shouted question. I grabbed my crutches and hobbled over. I handed them some walk sheets, watch them work out logistics, grab sandwiches and hustle out to find voters to fill my lines.
There are a lot of lessons from that story. Perhaps most importantly: early voting wins elections. But the great moral lesson is this: whenever poor people need a hand, wherever working people are getting a raw deal, whenever you see someone who would like a job but is being denied, whenever money and power are being used as a tool of oppression, you will see a union fighting against that injustice. Because an injury to one is an injury to all.
Today I stand with the Dropkick Murphys (seriously, take a listen to that song!), Bruce Springsteen (He’s a fair boss), and Martin Luther King Jr. (who was murdered while helping organize an union),and the people of newly-freed Egypt in solidarity with the Workers of Wisconsin.
Without unions, the arc of history is bent less steadily towards justice. That’s everything you need to know.
War. War never changes. Those are the first spoken words in all of the canonical Fallout games. Which is a bit odd seeming. The war is over. The nuclear apocalypse came and went, taking humanity down to the basic survival level– in many cases below it. Even in the story presented by the narrator, the war for the Hoover dam ended about 4 years previously.
The government was– all governments were– smashed to atomic rubble. In the absence of government, Hobbes tells us that we are left with “A war of all against all”. There are those who take this as a good thing, and those who take this as a warning. The inevitable, bloody war between those philosophies is the focus of the Fallout games.
As alluded to in the introduction cutscene above, your character is a courier. You’re not sure what you were carrying, nor it’s importance, nor why you were shot for possessing it. The main quest of the game is trying to track down the person who stole it from you, though your motivations for this are entirely dependent upon what sort of character you wish to play.
One of the interesting things the game does mechanically is to give players a reputation ranking with various factions. Do nice things for a town, and that town will like you. If the New California Republic (NCR) sees you as an ally, they will give you a radio with which you can call for help. When the NCR representative told my character “you are not alone out here”, I was moved; the Mojave Wilderness is a lonely place. Alternately, if you go on a killing spree, your reputation will greatly diminish and factions will be ordered to shoot on sight.
One way or another, a player will choose a faction. The game pushes players towards the democratic New California Republic. If you don’t like the NCR, but want to go the “good” rout, the humanistic Followers of the Apocalypse offer another alternative. Players who want to be rewarded for slaughter, yet align with a government can play nice with Caesar’s Legion– an organization which sees physical dominance as the just reward of the strong over the weak. And anyone who wishes to devolve into simple thuggery makes a de facto declaration that they are a raider.
It’s an interesting way of meshing game mechanics with an overarching philosophy. As a player, I only spend a small fraction of my time thinking about this in mechanical terms. As I gaze into the wilderness, seeing people with problems that need solving, I ask myself what kind of world I want to build. This has lead me to siding with the New California Republic. They’re doing their best to create an orderly society– but one grounded in some principles of justice and self determination. They can be a bit heavy handed and tone deaf, but where the NCR has control, people are free to live lives, trade, and be fear from slavery.
Naturally, because I side with the NCR, I’ve been trying to clean up their mess with the escaped convicts known as the “Powder Gangers”. My policy is simple: shoot on sight.
After seeing Powder Gangers storm into several towns, killing the innocent, I decided to get more proactive. My friend Boone and I wandered into their base and started shooting. Some of them tried to flee, but we chased them down and coldly murdered them where they hid. We were methodical, we were quick, we were merciless. Every last one of them died at our hands.
As I started looting their hovels, the game informed me that I had lost Karma. As the blood-fury left me and I finally looked around at the bodies of those I’d slaughtered, the full gravity of what I had done hit me.
How was I any different than them? For all my vaunted morality, for every notion of fair play, for all that I wanted to build up a society… I walked into these people’s homes and destroyed their society. I offered not peace, but the gun.
Is that all I am? Am I just a bulldozer hoping that someone will come along behind me to build a better future after I knock down the rotted old infrastructure? Must I become a monster in order to protect people from evil?
I’ve got dozens of hours left to go in this game; I don’t have answers. I do know that I won’t consider this game over until I get an answer to those questions that I like. War never changes, but I cannot believe that the memes that push us towards armed conflict are the strongest ones.
Simple law of averages suggests that a few of the people currently withering in Gitmo are innocent of all but being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now that we’re allowing them trials, they should be found “not guilty”, and presumably sent back where they came from.
How many of those people are going to go Rambo style and start looking for vengeance? Fear of that sort of retribution is certainly not a bad argument for indefinite detention.
In the book “World war Z”, Max Brooks has the US come up with the “resource to kill ratio”; basically “how much of what resources do you need to kill one zombie?” In this world, the Airforce was basically grounded.
Obviously, in the real world you don’t have targets and enemies with nearly the sameness as zombies. How many infantry soldiers, exactly, are worth a tank? Yet there is much to the idea that we should have a military capable of carrying out the missions we assign them, yet scaled so that we can afford other national priories.
Towards that end, I have been reading a good many stories recently about the nature of the Air Force’s mission, specifically calling into question its raison d’etre as an independent branch of the military. here is a good one, it almost has me convinced: if we fold the Air Force into the Navy and Army, how much more effective might our military be?
I do kind of wish it went without saying that the War in Iraq is an unmitigated disaster. Even if the country turns into the Eden which the Christian Bible hints might once has been there, the cost in lives and money will have been too high. Where America was once seen as a fearsome, slumbering colossus; our blundering about the middle east has caused actual fear among the nations of the world. Where once we were the good guys, the fact that we employ torture, indefinite detention, secret tribunals, and are moving toward permanent occupation of a nation that wants us gone.
Perhaps most damning, we stand in violation of the Kellogg-Briand Pact. Our country is being run by criminals who are demonstrably guilty of the same crime for which we tried, convicted, and hung many of the people who stood at Nuremberg.
But there will never be a trial.
This post started out light-hearted. Have a funny chart:
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