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Orca, Bullets, and Cars (oh my!)
Posted on 4/13/16 at 10:52 pm
Posted on 4/13/16 at 10:52 pm
So, I watched the documentary Blackfish a few weeks ago on CNN. It was clearly biased(like almost all documentaries in the history of film) and sort of a PETA propaganda piece. Or at the very least, an "anti-Sea World and how horribly they treat the Orca." Fine. If you're passionate about a subject and feel an overwhelming need to expose injustices, I tip my cap. I'm a sucker for any good story being told--or maybe--any story at all being told well. It was compelling, and I unapologetically succumbed to its tug at my heart strings. I'm not ashamed to admit that I wept a little--a grown arse man--for some people and sea mammals that I had never and would never meet. Catharsis. I went to sleep.
I woke up the next morning--a Sunday--and did family things(breakfast, baths, yelling, screaming, time-outs, threats, spanking, etc...ya know, the usual. And then my kids woke up. HELLO! I kid my wife, I kid.) Then we went to church. Nice sermon, had me thinking about the damn killer whales and how easily humanity mistreats so many of Earth's precious living things.
We left in a somber silence--from me, anyway--and headed out in separate directions--my wife, daughter, and mother-in-law getting ready for the traditional post-Palm Sunday Easter Egg Hunt, and my son and I on our way to his soccer game. We drove and talked and sang and talked and drove some more. Stopped by the house ever so briefly for me to drop a deuce and him to change into his kit--seriously that's what these soccer gays call their uniform--but, I digress. Southward and onward. To the "match" on the "pitch."
We are on the highway just a few minutes, before I notice traffic has come to a mighty slow roll, if not complete stop, up ahead. About 200 yards down, I detected a few police lights accompanied by cars and motorcycles funneling traffic into the left lane. "No big deal," I say, "probably just minor fender bender." The lack of ambulances and fire engines lent credence to my premature assessment. But the more my car was funneled, the closer I got, the more my newly awakened eyes saw and sent signals to my brain, the uneasier the feeling in my stomach. We inched closer and closer and I instinctively guided my son's attention elsewhere. "Look at the birds over there" I might have said. Or "make sure you eat your protein bar and drink some Gatorade"--anything to take his attention away from what I knew was looming. Death. I had seen the flipped upside down SUV laying on its roof, side smashed totally in. I knew it wasn't good. As we passed by the metal carnage on our right, I yelled at my son to look left at something trivial--something so incompletely insignificant in the face--the faceless face--of what I witnessed to my right. The vehicle left me sans the imagination of survivors on the passengers side, which, by some sort of physics laws was facing me, taunting, with the frailty and/or randomlessness of life. All life. But human life. I passed in slo-motion and saw a lifeless body--only moments removed from hopes and dreams of a life-a fulfilling life!!--ripped away by utter randomness. Or bad luck. Or fate. His faceless body was covered in a blue tarp, from father to news fodder in minutes. In seconds. In the snap of a finger, the blink of an eye. In nothing...
I woke up the next morning--a Sunday--and did family things(breakfast, baths, yelling, screaming, time-outs, threats, spanking, etc...ya know, the usual. And then my kids woke up. HELLO! I kid my wife, I kid.) Then we went to church. Nice sermon, had me thinking about the damn killer whales and how easily humanity mistreats so many of Earth's precious living things.
We left in a somber silence--from me, anyway--and headed out in separate directions--my wife, daughter, and mother-in-law getting ready for the traditional post-Palm Sunday Easter Egg Hunt, and my son and I on our way to his soccer game. We drove and talked and sang and talked and drove some more. Stopped by the house ever so briefly for me to drop a deuce and him to change into his kit--seriously that's what these soccer gays call their uniform--but, I digress. Southward and onward. To the "match" on the "pitch."
We are on the highway just a few minutes, before I notice traffic has come to a mighty slow roll, if not complete stop, up ahead. About 200 yards down, I detected a few police lights accompanied by cars and motorcycles funneling traffic into the left lane. "No big deal," I say, "probably just minor fender bender." The lack of ambulances and fire engines lent credence to my premature assessment. But the more my car was funneled, the closer I got, the more my newly awakened eyes saw and sent signals to my brain, the uneasier the feeling in my stomach. We inched closer and closer and I instinctively guided my son's attention elsewhere. "Look at the birds over there" I might have said. Or "make sure you eat your protein bar and drink some Gatorade"--anything to take his attention away from what I knew was looming. Death. I had seen the flipped upside down SUV laying on its roof, side smashed totally in. I knew it wasn't good. As we passed by the metal carnage on our right, I yelled at my son to look left at something trivial--something so incompletely insignificant in the face--the faceless face--of what I witnessed to my right. The vehicle left me sans the imagination of survivors on the passengers side, which, by some sort of physics laws was facing me, taunting, with the frailty and/or randomlessness of life. All life. But human life. I passed in slo-motion and saw a lifeless body--only moments removed from hopes and dreams of a life-a fulfilling life!!--ripped away by utter randomness. Or bad luck. Or fate. His faceless body was covered in a blue tarp, from father to news fodder in minutes. In seconds. In the snap of a finger, the blink of an eye. In nothing...
This post was edited on 4/14/16 at 12:39 am
Posted on 4/13/16 at 10:52 pm to Hot Carl
Bullets should have probably been last in the tittle as it came last chronologically, but it didn't sound as gripping. I'll speak on it more later, but just say that I al out started this thread the day after the wreck, but got sidetracked. The news and details of Will Smith's death this week--and some of the commentary on it--finally provoked this conversation, as it was an itch that I desperately needed to scratch.
But back to the wreck--having seen the dead man, the corpse, cadaver, soulless body of just organic flesh and bone and lifeless matter in the eerily early stages of dust to dust. Is there a Heaven? Hopefully. Oh Lord how I hope! Or is it darkness? Life to oblivion in the blink of an eye. Regardless, so fragile, so inconceivably helpless to it all, no matter who's scheme.
It brought me back to the movie Blackfish the night before. Those deaths, while horrifically tragic, and like all life cut cryingly short, were only 4 or 5 in 30 or so years. 4 or 5 too many, to be sure, but I began to contrast it to the man lying lifeless on the road, a tarp nonchalantly covering his humanity. And to his now fatherless children who would never again feel his warm embrace, hear his unconditional " I love you"s, be comforted by his unwavering love and support. And the way we--American society--human society--just accept this as everyday reality. We have offered up our blood, sacrificed ourselves, our friends, our loved ones, for the simple sake of progress. And no one blinks an eye. Or gives a damn.
But back to the wreck--having seen the dead man, the corpse, cadaver, soulless body of just organic flesh and bone and lifeless matter in the eerily early stages of dust to dust. Is there a Heaven? Hopefully. Oh Lord how I hope! Or is it darkness? Life to oblivion in the blink of an eye. Regardless, so fragile, so inconceivably helpless to it all, no matter who's scheme.
It brought me back to the movie Blackfish the night before. Those deaths, while horrifically tragic, and like all life cut cryingly short, were only 4 or 5 in 30 or so years. 4 or 5 too many, to be sure, but I began to contrast it to the man lying lifeless on the road, a tarp nonchalantly covering his humanity. And to his now fatherless children who would never again feel his warm embrace, hear his unconditional " I love you"s, be comforted by his unwavering love and support. And the way we--American society--human society--just accept this as everyday reality. We have offered up our blood, sacrificed ourselves, our friends, our loved ones, for the simple sake of progress. And no one blinks an eye. Or gives a damn.
This post was edited on 4/14/16 at 1:10 am
Posted on 4/13/16 at 10:52 pm to Hot Carl
So, if 4 victims of killer whales--who, let's be honest, were kinda asking for it--could get me all misty-eyed, and a real human being dying from no fault of his own except for buying in to the idea of the sacrificial lambs in the name of progress who we seem to basically be ok with. Chances are, it won't be us. Or someone really close to us. Out of sight, out of mind. So, it's not that we don't care, we just don't care enough. Until it hits close to home. We've all been affected somehow by now. I have been extremely lucky that no one I was really close to has succumbed to an automobile death. I've had friends I went to school with die, but it was harder watching my friends who were closer to them die themselves emotionally than it was for me. My roommates girlfriend died in a 1-car accident on a leisurely afternoon. No alcohol. No drugs. Brilliant, beautiful girl dropped something and took off her seatbelt for a second to reach down to get it, then BAM!!! Lives are ruined.
I loved her to,pieces, but the loss I felt was nothing compared to what my roommate went through--and is probably still going through almost 20 years later--or her parents--braver, tougher, stronger, loving--more than any parents could even remotely be expected to be--saints--but still, only our little circle felt the profound loss, the indescribable pain and what should have been the ceasing of moving. Forward, backward, up, down, etc..life should have stopped. But it didn't. The world,kept spinning, mostly unawares.
I loved her to,pieces, but the loss I felt was nothing compared to what my roommate went through--and is probably still going through almost 20 years later--or her parents--braver, tougher, stronger, loving--more than any parents could even remotely be expected to be--saints--but still, only our little circle felt the profound loss, the indescribable pain and what should have been the ceasing of moving. Forward, backward, up, down, etc..life should have stopped. But it didn't. The world,kept spinning, mostly unawares.
This post was edited on 4/14/16 at 1:30 am
Posted on 4/13/16 at 10:55 pm to Hot Carl
quote:
It was clearly biased(like almost all documentaries in the history of film) and sort of a PETA propaganda piece. Or at the very least, an "anti-Sea World and how horribly they treat the Orca." Fine.
Stopped reading there, the rest of your post is invalid. Did you fall asleep after the opening roll, and wake up during the credits?
Posted on 4/13/16 at 10:57 pm to Hot Carl
Let's get to the bullets already
Posted on 4/13/16 at 11:01 pm to Hot Carl
quote:
So, I watched the documentary Blackfish a few weeks ago on CNN. It was clearly biased(like almost all documentaries in the history of film) and sort of a PETA propaganda piece. Or at the very least, an "anti-Sea World and how horribly they treat the Orca." Fine. If you're passionate about a subject and feel an overwhelming need to expose injustices, I tip my cap. I'm a sucker for any good story being told--or maybe--any story at all being told well. It was compelling, and I unapologetically succumbed to its tug at my heart strings. I'm not ashamed to admit that I wept a little--a grown arse man--for some people and sea mammals that I had never and would never meet. Catharsis. I went to sleep.
I woke up the next morning--a Sunday--and did family things(breakfast, baths, yelling, screaming, time-outs, threats, spanking, etc...ya know, the usual. And then my kids woke up. HELLO! I kid my wife, I kid.) Then we went to church. Nice sermon, had me thinking about the damn killer whales and how easily humanity mistreats so many of Earth's precious living things.
We left in a somber silence--from me, anyway--and headed out in separate directions--my wife, daughter, and mother-in-law getting ready for the traditional post-Palm Sunday Easter Egg Hunt, and my son and I on our way to his soccer game. We drove and talked and sang and talked and drove some more. Stopped by the house ever so briefly for me to drop a deuce and him to change into his kit--seriously that's what these soccer gays call their uniform--but, I digress. Southward and onward. To the "match" on the "pitch."
We are on the highway just a few minutes, before I notice traffic has come to a mighty slow roll, if not complete stop, up ahead. About 200 yards down, I detected a few police lights accompanied by cars and motorcycles funneling traffic into the left lane. "No big deal," I say, "probably just minor fender bender." The lack of ambulances and fire engines lent credence to my premature assessment. But the more my car was funneled, the closer I got, the more my newly awakened eyes saw and sent signals to my brain, the uneasier the feeling in my stomach. We inched closer and closer and I instinctively guided my son's attention elsewhere. "Look at the birds over there" I might have said. Or "make sure you eat your protein bar and drink some Gatorade"--anything to take his attention away from what I knew was looming. Death. I had seen the flipped upside down SUV laying on its roof, side smashed totally in. I knew it wasn't good. As we passed by the metal carnage on our right, I yelled at my son to look left at something trivial--something so incompletely insignificant in the face--the faceless face--of what I witnessed to my right. The vehicle left me sans the imagination of survivors on the passengers side, which, by some sort of physics laws was facing me, taunting, with the frailty and/or randomlessness of life. All life. But human life. I passed in slo-motion and saw a lifeless body--only moments removed from hopes and dreams of a life-a fulfilling life!!--ripped away by utter randomness. Or bad luck. Or fate. His faceless body was covered in a blue tarp, from father to news fodder in minutes. In seconds. In the snap of a finger. In nothing...
Posted on 4/13/16 at 11:02 pm to brass2mouth
Kind of see where he's going. Might be good.
Posted on 4/13/16 at 11:05 pm to Hot Carl
quote:
make sure you eat your protein bar and drink some Gatorade
What travel ball team does your kid play for
Posted on 4/14/16 at 12:21 am to RogerTheShrubber
Sorry, got caught up in the Warriors and Kobe. I'll be back to finish tomorrow.
Posted on 4/14/16 at 12:28 am to Hot Carl
Booooooo
Booooooo Wendy Testaberger
Boooooo
Booooooo Wendy Testaberger
Boooooo
Posted on 4/14/16 at 12:28 am to Hot Carl
quote:
I'll be back to finish tomorrow.
Posted on 4/14/16 at 12:31 am to Hot Carl
Remember when you were in the Beatles?
That was awesome!
That was awesome!
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