Why the world As-It-Is doesn’t work

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I’ve often been told that Anarchy would never work because if we got rid of Authority (usually meaning the police, as that’s the only form of authority most understand) then everyone would go psycho-crazy! Punching people in the face, stabbing old ladies, stealing candy from kids, putting recyclables in the trash, eating tacos with a fork and knife: basically, the world would collapse. It’s a common perspective, just go ask your friends and neighbors: ‘anarchy’ boils down to something along those lines. And it’s, of course, totally wrong. The guiding principles of autonomy and mutual aid always get drowned out by the roar of potential mayhem, and once it’s decided that humans are raging beasts, restrained from their killing instinct solely by the presence of police, well there’s really no use in debating the point. However, if you ask for examples of such crazy behavior, they’ll be a bit stumped; it’s not common. But Mutual Aid, the practice of helping each other out, that happens all the time in the animal and human world.

When you really think about it, the world at present is exhibiting those misanthropic characteristics that so many fear, the mayhem is already around us. Remember Katrina? Remember how the government and the police failed its citizens and could not provide the basics for life; food, water, and shelter? I do. And I remember that the only way people were able to get shit done was by banding together, either to loot stores for supplies, to coordinate impromptu toilets, to provide medical care, or to attempt to rescue themselves. Humans, even alienated and isolated city dwellers, can always rely on their instincts for preservation (of self and others) to pull them out of danger: in an instant, all the crap socialization that dominates the modern world melts away. Gone are the learned habits that keep you from talking to neighbors. Away go the fears that limit interaction between different peoples. To the dustbin with the “respect for property”, that linchpin that defines so much of our current reality. Such was the case with Mark Morice. After the storm, he saw people in desperation, found himself a boat, and managed to save over 200 people in need of rescue. What did he get in return? The ‘owner’ of the boat files a lawsuit, suing him for taking it without permission and for “mental anguish”. That is an accurate snapshot of the world as-it-is, circa 2006. No need for lawless thugs to threaten you, the threats come from thugs that use the law to make less of you!

Is that a good enough reason to indict the current social order, or is that just utterly flippant? Sure! Just as the religious can find meaning in any mundane act, I’ve decided this lawsuit is the one that tied the noose on the present: the jig is finally up! What, then, does it mean that the lawsuit has been dropped? It becomes even clearer that humanity is catching up with our modern world. When the logic under which we operate is so visibly corrupt that the whole thing comes into question, that’s when they change it’s guise in an attempt at survival. In the end, the empire has no clothing: it’s rotten to the corpse!

And on that cheerful note, might I suggest that anarchy could be no worse? EL CHAVO!

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Mickey Mouse Job

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Sometimes I’ll get strange quizzical looks when I explain that something was ‘Mickey Moused’, as in “the radiator hose busted so we mickey moused it with some duct tape”. Maybe the term isn’t so common? In any case, here’s a good definition: A job done incorrectly in an extremely poor manner using the simplest, easiest, cheapest and fastest way possible. Now that we are on the same page, let me show you an example. See that electrical pole above? That’s the most advanced Mickey Mouse Job I’ve ever seen!

Looks like some borracho hit this pole at 5 points last week with such force that the whole thing is tipping over, this wooden giant is counting the minutes ’til it rests its shocking head on some unsuspecting passerby. Trying to delay that electrifying moment just a bit longer, the repair people drove a large metal stake down thru the side, wrapped giant chains around it with a ratchet, locked it up, and decorated it with ‘High Voltage’ tape. The icing on the cake is the little rope up on top. Somehow, once it starts to go, I don’t see that being very effective. So long emergency staircase!

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(un)intentional genitalia

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I was going to post a pic of the patriotic weenie at the newly re-opened market on Eastlake, but an LH homie took a better pic of that self-loathing hot dog. So I decided to post this one instead, a giant Happy Tooth. Or toothff, since its been punched out of someones mouff. Besides the odd coincidence that the hot dog is squirting ketchup on his head before it eats itself, and that this big-footed diente is scrubbing his head (umm, shouldn’t that brush be in the mouth?) the largest and most pronounced similarity between these two LH caricatures happens to be between the legs. It could have been an oversight but most likely it was a designer and painter with a sense of humor thinking “it looks weird but it is technically correct”. A few lines with a Sharpie and these cartoons are suddenly obscene. Hope these two never meet, cuz the macho-ness competition would surely lead to a shooting. Err, make that a friendly rivalry.

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Timbres de Chespirito

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The man responsible for all the wonderful characters on Chespirito, Chapulin Colorado, and El Chavo del Ocho, is finally getting some recognition in his home country of Mexico: the Post Office is releasing some stamps in his honor! With these stamps, subtitled “Popular Idols of Mexican Television”, chavito and chapulin will take miniature trips on envelopes headed towards beach homes, prisons, laundromats, pulquerias, and maybe even a mental institute or two, all without the need of pastillas de chiquitolina. Roberto Gómez Bolaños is also releasing his autobiography this week. Can someone in Mexico do me the favor of mailing me the book with his stamps as well? I’ll gladly pay you Tuesday for Chavo merch today!

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El Diablo Triste de B.C.

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Este diablito, (o sera diablote?) me lo encontre de casualidad por los rumbos de baja california, cerca de un local en donde se venden macetas, alcancilas, y todo tipo de barro. Me parecio un poco extrano que nuestro diablo, teniendo sus amigos el mono, la jirafa, el oso, y hasta una aguila, todavia se ve un poco triste. Que le pasaria? Lo habran botado del paraiso? Sera que no le gustan las fotos? Me late que el problema es que todos se burlan de su parecer, pasan los coches todo el dia gritandole “oye, Mister Heavy Metal” y aunque sea de metal, la piel la tiena muy ligera, y cada vez su corazon se derrame un poquito mas. Hasta al mismiso diablo se le quebra el corazon.

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Lincoln Heights, the TV show?

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It’s official: the media machine hates Lincoln Heights. Why? For this reason. Courtesy of the nice people at ABC, in Jan. 2007 the rest of the country will add one more name of a SoCal community that they can pretend to understand, our very own Lincoln Heights. Though Beverly Hills 90210, Melrose Place, The O.C., and similar forgettable shows created a problem of false expectations for their namesakes, it must have been easy to manage the eventual letdown when people actually visited those shimmering streets packed with monotony. We face a different fate, the prospect of diminished assumptions: the short promo video managed to pack in a police raid, the revealing statement “Gross…the way these people live”, a crack house, and “what kinda schmuck would move into this dump”, all in reference to LH. Aw geez, you little pricks are so kind! Did I mention it’s a cop drama? Yawn. And in a final nod at authenticity, the “drama” focuses on a Black family trying to make it in the “old neighborhood” along with a supporting cast of white people. Hmm, no Mexicans, no Chinese? That’s about what I’d expect.

It’s got flop written all over it, so it’ll be hello and goodbye soon enough, but it’s annoying that the media still has such a dysfunctional relation to the Eastside and Latinos. We tend to not exist in that world of representation, which is ultimately better because waiting for an accurate portrayal is a pipe-dream. I look forward to the disappointing ratings and eventual cancellation, maybe throw a good riddance party, and get cozy once again with the couch of obscurity. Besides, maybe this new perception of LH will make it the new Compton and slow the pace of gentrification, I guess it ain’t that bad! Screw them all the same, I’ll follow the lead and perpetuate my own myths about their drug-addled-neurotic-filled neighborhoods. Won’t you join me in this campaign?

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