Sunday, September 6, 2015

Doctor Who: Prisoners of the Daleks - Episode Four


Hello, Whovians!  


The time is getting so much closer now: ALL NEW episodes of Doctor Who Series 9 set to debut Saturday, September 19th! Permission to "squee"? 


Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!


Good thing Missy wasn't here to kill me, huh?  


Anyway, while waiting for the professionals to show their work, I'm posting my own new Doctor Who adventure.


Today is Episode Four of a new fan-fiction of Doctor Who featuring the 12th Doctor and Clara.  
  • This story takes place in Doctor Who before the events of the first episode of Series 9 which debuts September 19th. (Squee.)  
  • As is my want, I write these adventures as a script instead of in prose form. If that's too weird, try to deal.
  • There are references to other adventures in this installment, some from the TV show but others you may not recognize. These connect to previous fan-fictions I have posted here. There will be a glossary at the end of today's post. 
  • DISCLAIMER: This story is not sanctioned by the producers of Doctor Who and the BBC. It is a work of fan-fiction posted with no compensation received by the writer and is not part of any official Doctor Who canon.  

CLICK HERE to access episode one.

CLICK HERE to access episode two. 
CLICK HERE to access episode three.
    And with that, let's get started....


    Prisoners of the Daleks
    Prisoners of the Daleks
    Prisoners of the Daleks


    by David Long
    by David Long 
    by David Long 

    Episode Four  
    Episode Four 
    Episode Four


    Scene opens: The Doctor and Old Amy (the alternate version created and presumably uncreated during the events of The Girl Who Waited) are racing down a hallway. Lights are flashing, clarion alarms are sounding.



    The Doctor: Amy, where are we going?



    Amy: In this direction.



    The Doctor: Why?



    Amy: The Jundoon are chasing us from the other direction. Think it through.



    The Doctor: You know, you're even crankier in your old age.



    Amy: Look, Raggedy Man, I can kill you now as easily as later.



    The Doctor: Did I say "crankier"? I meant "feistier", yeah?



    Our view shifts back in the opposite direction where a phalanx of Jundoon are thundering in pursuit.



    Jundoon: Quarry located. Identified as Doctor, The and Williams, Amelia. Prepare to execute ultimate sanction.



    Architech (voice): No!



    Scene change: back to the Tribunal where the Architect and the Monk are both un-Daleked after the events of the last episode.



    Architech: Both the Doctor and Amy Williams are important to the Dalek stratagem. They must be captured alive.



    Jundoon (voice): But the criminals are in violation of 27....



    The Architect and the Monk hear the sound of an explosion.



    Scene change: the Jundoon have momentarily halted, their body armor smoldering from the after effects of an energy blast.



    Jundoon: Correction: 28 Shadow Proclamation protocols punishable by death!



    Architech (voice): You have your orders!

    The Jundoon resume their pursuit. 



    Back to the Doctor and Amy. Amy is carrying a still smoldering blaster in her hand.



    The Doctor: Where did you get the blaster?



    Amy: From one of the Jundoon I took out earlier.



    The Doctor: That's handy. May I borrow it?



    Before Amy can respond, the Doctor in a swooping motion grabs the blaster from her hand and whirls around, aiming it down the corridor towards the pursuing Jundoon.



    Amy: Doctor?



    The Doctor squeezes the trigger and a blast of energy explodes forth but instead of hitting the Jundoon, it strikes the ceiling bringing down a cascade of rubble, blocking the Jundoon's path.



    The Doctor turns back towards Amy, tossing her the blaster.



    The Doctor: There you go. Thanks.



    Amy reholsters the blaster.



    Amy: C'mon. This way!




    Scene change:  exterior of Starship Alaska soaring through space. 

    Announcement (voice over): Starship Alaska has entered the Ch’bari sector. We will be in orbit over Thessalonia in 1 hour.



    Scene change: interior of Starship Alaska as people move about doing things people do on a spaceship. The announcement repeats in the background. 





    Clara Oswald approaches Oswin Oswald who's standing by a portal looking out into space. Oswin has a painful expression.



    Clara: Oswin? Oswin, are you all right?



    Oswin: Yeah.



    Clara looks at Oswin with a doubtful expression.



    Oswin: OK, not yeah.



    Clara: What's up?



    Oswin: It's just....I knew, I really knew that I wanted to get into space. No, it wasn't that I wanted to see the stars as much as I HAD to see them. But after that whole business with the ship nearly crashing...



    Clara: Which you totally kept from happening.



    Oswin: Yeah, there's that. So I'm in space, I did an awesome thing and now...now...



    Clara: You feel lost.



    Oswin turns towards Clara with a smile.



    Oswin: How do you keep doing that?



    Clara: Doing what?



    Oswin: Knowing what I'm thinking?



    Clara: Just lucky, I guess.



    Oswin winces in pain.



    Clara: Oswin?



    Oswin: Sorry. Headache. As if I didn't have enough going on in my head. But never mind that. Clara, when are you going to tell me who you really are?



    Clara folds her arms, turns away and looks out at the stars. For a moment she closes her eyes.


    Flashback: Again we see Clara plummeting down the Doctor's timeline, being splintered into different versions of herself.




    Back to the present and Clara turns back towards Oswin.



    Clara: I don't think you're cut out for life on a starship.



    Oswin: What?



    Clara (with a sly smile): You can do so much better.




    Scene change: Back to the Architect and the Monk in the Tribunal.



    Architect: I have Jundoon forces blocking all the starcraft bays and the Doctor does not have his TARDIS. He has no chance to escape.



    The Monk: Wrong. There is a chance.



    The Monk starts to walk away.



    Architect: Where are you going?



    The Monk: To the only place they will go.



    Architect: Monk!



    The Monk stops. He doesn't turn around.



    Architect: Do you...feel it? Sometimes...at the back of your brain?



    The Monk: You mean, the brain that the Daleks have rearranged for their own...purposes?



    Architect: I feel...something....back there. it...hurts.



    The Monk: It's one tiny speck that the Daleks have not reprogrammed in us. It's called self-loathing.



    Then the Monk exits. 



    Scene change: Amy and the Doctor racing down a corridor. They stop at a certain door. Amy tries the door. 



    Amy: The Monk's quarters. Locked, of course. So the sonic screwdriver saves the day? 



    The Doctor: Not today, Amy. 



    The Doctor fumbles through his pockets.



    The Doctor: I left the sonic with my friend. To protect her. A-ha!



    The Doctor withdraws a paperclip and begins working on a computer panel next to the door. Amy reaches for her blaster.



    Amy: I could just...



    The Doctor: Not yet, Amy. No sense drawing unwanted attention. 

    Amy: Just as well. Bloody thing needs to recharge anyway. 


    The Doctor: The Jundoon and the Architect are too locked into lateral thinking. They will assume we'll make a break for the starcraft bays.




    Amy: The Monk won't.



    The Doctor: No but I suspect that the Monk, even under the influence of the Daleks, is a bit too provincial to share his toys with all his playmates. Still, he will know what we're up to so I need to get this lot sorted out quick.



    Amy: Doctor?



    The Doctor (still working on the panel): Yes, Amy?



    Amy: You mentioned your...friend. But not by name. It's not Amy, the younger me? And Rory?



    The Doctor continues to ply away at the panel but there's a look in his eyes that suggests pain and guilt.



    The Doctor: They...no longer travel with me.



    Amy: What happened?



    The Doctor: They settled down. Had a long life together.



    Amy: Had? They're...dead?



    The Doctor: I'm a Time Lord, Amy. To me, everyone is dead. But also everyone is alive and everyone hasn't even been born yet. Hold on! I've almost got this panel....



    The door hisses open.



    The Doctor: Sorted. C'mon.



    The Doctor and Amy enter an almost empty room, as if the Monk is actually trying to live like his namesake.



    Amy: What about my daughter? Is River....



    The Doctor: Hold on! What's that?



    In a room with very little, anything will stand out. On a table is a small wooden box of simple design.



    The Doctor reaches out his outstretched hands towards the box.



    The Doctor: Do you feel it?



    Amy: Feel it? Feel what?



    The Doctor walks up to the box and lifts up the lid.



    The Doctor: Of course. What else could it be?



    Amy: What's in there? 


    The Doctor removes from the box a glass-like globe. Faint lights and a sort of swirling fog move around inside. 


    The Doctor: Time, Amy. Time as a raw, untempered force. Otherwise known as the Time of the Dominion. 

    Scene change: interior of the Alaska. Clara and Oswin are still talking. 




    Oswin: Really? I can do better?  



    Clara: If I can find my friend's ship on Thessalonia and more importantly, get my friend back from God knows where...you should come with us.



    Oswin: Where're you going?



    Clara smiles.



    Clara: Everywhere.



    Oswin smiles back;



    Oswin: Everywhere, huh? I've always wanted to go there.



    But abruptly the smile vanishes from Oswin's face as she winces in pain again.



    Oswin: Ow!



    Clara: Oswin? Your headache...?



    Oswin: Feels like something's coming through my skull.



    Clara puts an arm around Oswin's shoulder.



    Clara: C'mon! Let's get you to the infirmary!



    Scene change: the Monk's quarters with the Doctor and Amy. 

    Amy: Time of the what now?



    The Doctor: Time of the Dominion. It's something I've encountered before. An old enemy of mine, the Rani, attempted to use it to reverse the Time War and restore Gallifrey to its former power. She lost control of it and nearly destroyed, well, everything. 


    Amy: What happened? 


    The Doctor: I talked her out of it. 


    Amy stares fiercely at the Doctor. 


    The Doctor: I...convinced her to harness the Time of the Dominion for one last time, restore the natural balance of things. 


    Amy: One last time...


    The Doctor: Yes. 


    Amy: So this person, the Rani? She's dead, isn't she?


    The Doctor: Yes. 


    Amy turns away, her back to the Doctor. 


    Amy: Rory was right. You make people want to impress you. 


    Amy turns back towards the Doctor, her eyes flaring. 


    Amy: Even your enemies, Doctor! What lies did you tell her? 


    Flashback: a flat desert plain in slightly varying hues of grey. The Doctor and the Rani, both dressed in black, stand against a storm tossed background.


    The Doctor: You must become the Dominion once more and re-exert your will. Except...your will must be...all should be as it was.



    The Rani: I...won't survive, will I? 



    The Doctor sadly shakes his head no.*



    Back to the present:  The Doctor here is also shaking his head no.


    The Doctor: No, I did not lie to her.  


    Then a dawn of realization comes over his face.


    The Doctor: But...but...oh, she lied to me!


    Amy: Wha...?


    The Doctor: Or maybe she herself was deceived.


    Amy: Doctor....


    The Doctor: Shush! Thinking! She said she got the Time of the Dominion from the Eternals but I'm suspecting more than a little help came from the Monk! The last time I met the Monk, he was attempting to reverse a fixed moment in time.  


    Flashback: a sunny day in a present day London park as the Doctor confronts the Monk.  


    The Monk: I have work to do!

    The Doctor forcefully grabs the Monk by the shoulders and turns him around.

    The Doctor: No, you don't! We can't afford to have you meddle with this moment! You're a Time Lord! You know that!

    The Monk: Please, I'm trying to make things right!

    The Doctor: Make things right? What you're about to do will destroy 200,000 years of human achievement and put the entire universe at risk!**



    Back to the present: the Doctor is pacing as Amy looks on. 



    The Doctor: But that wasn't his first go! No! It had to be the Monk who manipulated events to bring the meta crisis Master and his son together.  


    Flashback:  A darkened lab where the Master's son in the body of Adam Masterson is with the head of the Master (John Simm version) in a canister.


    Adam: I...will not let you down, father.

    The Master: There's no way you can.*** 




    Return to the present: The Monk's quarters. 


    Amy: Doctor, we need to be....


    The Doctor: Shh! I'm working this out! It's coming together! It had to be the Monk who saved the head created from the genetic human/Time Lord meta crisis. Of course! The head canister was ancient Gallifreyan tech! The Monk always...


    The Monk(voice): ...had a soft spot for older Time Lord technology. 


    The Monk enters the room. Amy draws her sword.



    Amy: Stay back, Monk, or I'll....



    The Monk withdraws a blaster and fires. An energy beam strikes Amy.



    The Doctor: No!



    Amy falls to the floor. 

    Scene change: Interior of the Alaska. Clara has her arm around Oswin's shoulder as she leads her down the ship's corridor. 




    Clara: C'mon! The infirmary's this way!



    Oswin: Ow! If I could just get a minute...away from these lights...



    Clara: Hold on, I think that's...



    Clara leads Oswin through a door into a large semi-darkened room.



    Clara: Yep, looks like a galley. Good thing we're here between meals. It should be nice and quiet in here.



    Clara gently guides Oswin to a chair.



    Oswin: Ow!



    Clara: Hold still. Let me get you some water.



    Clara turns away from Oswin and heads towards a dispenser with some glasses nearby. She pours a glass of water.



    Clara: After you rest a bit, we really need to get you to...



    Suddenly the already dim lighting in the galley dims even further for a moment. Clara looks up.



    Clara: ...the infirmary. Um, that's weird.



    Clara turns around with the glass of water in her hand.



    Clara: Here you go, have some wa-



    Suddenly there is a bright beam of light that strikes Clara. The glass falls and shatters on the floor. Clara falls backward unconscious on the floor as well. Our view pulls back and we see Oswin from the back, standing, obscured by shadows.



    Oswin (voice, slightly distorted): Clara Oswald...



    Our view moves around and we see Oswin with a Dalek eye stalk in her forehead, a Dalek blaster extending from her palm.



    Oswin Dalek: ...has been acquired



    Scene change: the Monk's quarters. Amy is on the floor as the Doctor rushes to her. The Monk is holding a blaster.

    The Monk: Pity. I did have such high hopes for her.  




    The Doctor: What did you...?



    The Doctor kneels next to Amy to confirm she is still breathing.



    The Doctor: Still alive.



    The Monk: Of course. Stun setting, Doctor. We are not barbarians, we are gentlemen.



    The Doctor eyes him warily as the Monk puts away the blaster. 


    The Doctor: You've been manipulating events for quite awhile. 


    The Monk: Oh Doctor you have no idea.  


    Flashback: The 11th Doctor puts away a cell phone into his pocket. 


    11th Doctor: There was no way we could surprise him but we have something better. Now this so-called "Time God"...is afraid. Gentlemen....



    Our view pulls out. The interior of the TARDIS, specifically the TARDIS of the 11th Doctor. And surrounding him are the 10 previous versions of himself.

    Then we move back to a close up of the 11th Doctor looking straight ahead.

    11th Doctor: Geronimo.****





    Back to the present: the Monk's quarters.  





    The Doctor: Even the Dalek Time God? That's absurd! 





    The Monk: The Daleks have been involved in a very, very long term strategy. Despite your best efforts, Doctor, the Time War never truly came to an end. But the Daleks have set the players on the battlefield and victory is within their....well, I was going to say "grasp" but you get my meaning. 




    The Doctor (the globe is in his hand): And you've been using this, the Time of the Dominion, to alter points in time, even fixed points, to help the Daleks.



    The Monk (sighs): Doctor, you know I'm a coward. I tried to flee the Time War. Only to run right towards the Daleks, my tormentors for nearly, oh, 2 or 3 centuries. You would think they would run out of new ways to torture over the course of hundreds of years but no...



    The Doctor: How did you get this?



    The Monk: Oh you mean...



    The Monk gestures and the globe flies out of the Doctor's hand and into the Monk's grasp.



    The Monk: ...this? It was a gift. Sort of. OK, I stole it.



    Flashback: a harsh barren range of rocks and sand, a harsh sun beating down, a lone man struggling to crawl. It's the Monk.



    The Monk (voice): I did manage to escape the Daleks but centuries of torture and the unforgiving landscape where I escaped left me near death. I didn't care. I was free of the Daleks. I would die but I would not die as their prisoner. 



    The Monk collapses on the ground. Then an humanoid figure appears as of floating over the ground, framed by the blinding glow of the sun.



    The Monk (voice): Then there they were, my salvation.



    Back to the present: the Monk's quarters. 


    The Doctor: Who?




    The Monk: Eternals.



    The Doctor: I've met them.



    The Monk: I thought them a myth. But they saved me. And as a reward for surviving, the Eternals gave me this...by way of leaving it unguarded. I think to them, this is a toy.



    The Doctor: It's hardly a toy.



    The Monk: Oh, I most certainly agree! But just tapping even the smallest part of it's power, I was able to save the head of the man who thought he was the Master...



    Flashback: The Monk placing the canister holding the Master's head on a table.



    The Monk (voice):  And I saved and guided the young man who was the Master's son.



    We see the Monk bending down to take the hand of a young and very frightened looking Harold Saxon Jr.



    The Monk (voice): He so needed guidance after that first regeneration. 



    Back to the present: the Monk's quarters



    The Monk: But I had not dared tap the true power of the Dominion and, as I said, Doctor, I am a coward. So I arranged for this to fall into the Rani's hands.



    Amy starts to stir, the Doctor looks down at her momentarily.



    The Doctor: Amy? Are you...?



    Amy: Fine. I'll be...fine.



    The Doctor turns his attention back to the Monk.



    The Doctor: So you let the Rani crack it open, as it were, let her take the brunt of whatever went wrong. 



    Amy shakily stands up.



    The Monk: There was no risk to me. I have, as you've seen, developed a bond with this globe. And so it returned to me when the Rani's efforts ended in devastation. I have to admit, I was a bit taken a back by the enormity of its power. So I sought a place a quiet contemplation.



    Flashback: the monastery we saw at the end of The Son of the Master.



    The Monk (voice): I became an actual monk to find peace and understanding in my life and in this incredible power I had found.



    A long wooden dining table surrounded by the Monk and the other monks.



    The Monk (voice): All I found...



    The monks stiffen up as eye stalks begin protruding through their foreheads.



    Back to the present: the Monk's quarters. 



    The Monk: Were my tormentors once more. 



    And with that, the Architect and a Jundoon enter the room followed by a Dalek.



    Amy: Doctor, it’s a Dalek.



    The Doctor: I think we’re all up to speed on that, Amy. 



    Dalek: You will be silent!



    The Doctor: Me? Silent? I’m the Doctor, I’m known for my gift of gab. And I have a Scottish accent now which means I can complain about things all day. For example, what you’ve done with the Shadow Proclamation? I really don’t like….



    Dalek: SILENCE!



    The Doctor: …it.



    Dalek: Your approval is irrelevant! While you have been detained here, Daleks have positioned themselves in key points along your time line.!This, Doctor, is when the Time War truly ends, with the Daleks victorious over all our enemies.



    The Doctor: Really? You’re still reading from the same playbook. You’ve bloody said the same thing a million times before! What’s so different now?



    Dalek: We have the Nexus.



    The Doctor: The Nexus? What’s the Nexus?



    Dalek: The source of your strength, Doctor. And your greatest weakness. 



    Our view zooms down the Dalek’s eye stalk to pitch black



    In the blackness, we hear a voice.



    Clara (voice): H-hello? What…? Wh…where am I? Oh my God! Where am I?



    Clara is becoming increasingly frantic.



    Clara (voice): Oswin? Doctor? DOCTOR!!



    Suddenly a thin red line pierces the darkness followed in quick succession by more and more lines of varying color. We can start to see some of Clara. She’s lying flat on her back.



    Clara (very scared now): What? What’s going on? What’s happening??



    As illumination increases, we see Clara is lying spread-eagle, secured in a mass of wires, electronics and machinery



    Clara (frightened beyond all reason): No! NO! Get me out of here! Doctor! DOCTOR! Doctor, save me! Please!



    Suddenly we zoom up from Clara into a narrow tube that echoes with Clara’s screams. Then we pop out of the tube and out through the eye piece of a Dalek. The Dalek is surrounded by hundreds of other Daleks. This Dalek is screaming.



    Dalek: Save me! Doctor! Save meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!



    -----to be continued--------



    Next week: the fifth and final installment of...


    Prisoners of the Daleks 


    How is it going to end? 


    Your guess is as good as mine. 


    Here are the links to previous fan fictions I've written referenced in today's installment. 


    *Time of the Dominion - Episode Five (August 16, 2014)  
    **The Crucible of Eternity - Episode Five (May 3, 2015)
    ***The Son of the Master - Episode Four (December 14, 2014)
    ****The Nemesis Who Stole Time - Episode Twelve (October 19, 2013) 

    I'll be back with another blog post tomorrow and more Doctor Who next Sunday. 

    Until then, be good to one another.

    Dave-El
    I'm So Glad My Suffering Amuses You 

    Saturday, September 5, 2015

    Foo Fighters Fight For Foo...or Against Foo


    Today's topic: Foo Fighters


    Are Foo actually Fighters who fight against things?

    •  “We don’t need just ordinary Fighters! We need…Foo!”
    • "You have summoned Fighters and the Foo have answered the call!"



    Are the Fighters using Foo to fight? 

    • “These Fighters are trained in the mystic martial art known as….Foo!”
    • "Look out! The Fighters are going for their Foo!" 



    Are they Fighters that fight for Foo? Is Foo a group of people?  
    • “The Foo need our help and we Fighters will fight for the Foo!”
    • "The Fighters have come to save the Foo!"


    Maybe Foo is an ideal that Fighters will fight for?  

    • “I am a Fighter and with my last dying breath, I will fight the oppressor and there will be Foo for all!”
    • "Fighters! The enemy may take our lives but they'll never take our Foo!"

    Maybe Foo is something to be fought against like a group of guerillas or alien invaders?  

    • “Send in the Fighters, the Foo are attacking!”
    • "The Foo are fierce but our Fighters are fearless!"


    Maybe it’s more of an evil ideology?  

    • “We are Fighters and we will fight until all people are free from Foo!”
    • "The dark power of Foo held sway o'er all the kingdom until the Fighters came."

    Maybe Foo is just a force of nature, neither good nor evil?
    • "You Fighters are fighting a lost cause. Join me and come to the dark side of the Foo!"
    • "We need more Fighters! This Foo is out of control!"


    So whatever you are, here's to you, Foo Fighters!

    Fighters---
    • of
    • for
    • against
    • with
    • alongside
    • over and around
    • beneath
    • inside
    • next door to
    • using
    • trained in
    • armed with
    • dressed in
    • smelling of
    • fighting
    ---the Foo.

    Click here for a link
     to the Foo Fighter's most
    kickfoo song ever, Everlong.

















    That’s all I have for today.

    Thanks for dropping by and I’m so glad my suffering amuses you.


    Dave-El

    ____________________________________


    Tomorrow:
    Doctor Who
    – Prisoners of the Daleks –
    Episode Four 

    Friday, September 4, 2015

    Do Your Damn Job Already


    Have you heard this one?



    A police officer gets a call about a noise complaint. Apparently someone’s neighbor is making too much damn noise.



    So the police officer gets to the scene and sure enough, there’s a house with lights blazing out of every window and the deafening thud of music is gyrating the ground and air. Next to this bacchanal is a lovely home with a well kept yard. The couple who live there and called in the report are there to greet the police officer.  



    They’re two dudes. Yes, they are gay.



    The police officer says, “My religion instructs me that being gay is a sin so I can’t help you. If I did, that would violate my religious beliefs.”



    So the officer gets back into the squad car and drives away, leaving our gay couple with Partymeggedon still going on next door.



    OK, a couple of things:

    1. The story is false. I made it up.
    2. It is not in all fairness a one to one match up with what’s going in Kentucky although I think it comes pretty damn close.


    So what the hell is going in Kentucky? Clerk of Court Kim Davis has refused to issue marriage licenses. On the grounds of her religion, she cannot support or condone same sex marriage. But because she doesn’t want to discriminate against anyone, she is opting to not issue any marriage licenses at all to straight or gay couples. (For more info, click here.)  


    Kim Davis, Ill Advised Martyr to a Lost Cause














    So far, the governor of Kentucky and a Federal Appeals Court along with other persons and entities have pretty much said to Ms. Davis, “Suck it up and do your damn job already.”  


    This has gone all the way to the Supreme Court. Their response? “Suck it up and do your damn job already.”  
     


    But Kim Davis shall not be moved because God is on her side and her faith tells her that same sex marriage is wrong. Now she's sitting in a jail cell, an abandoned martyr to a hopeless cause. (For more on that turn of events, click here.)  Even conservatives have said, "Yeah we're all about marriage being between a man and woman but Kim, suck it up and do your damn job already.” 


    Somebody with some sense needs to talk this woman.


    Or I could do it.



    You know, Ms. Davis….may I call you Kim? Kim, I do understand your position. Personally, I don’t agree with your interpretation of scripture but I support your freedom to believe in what you choose to believe in and to worship freely according to your faith.


    But Kim, how can I put this? I mean, I don’t want to hurt your feelings or disrespect your faith but…



    Kim, you’re a fucking Clerk of Court. Yes, I know, the language offends you but I want to be sure I have your attention. As a Clerk of Court, you have an obligation, a responsibility, I would go as far as saying a sacred trust if you will, to serve the people of Kentucky. And that’s all the people of Kentucky. Not just the straight Christian residents of Kentucky. ALL OF THEM!



    Kim, I mean this with all sincerity and all the kindness I can manage, if you’re faith says you can’t do this, don’t. But stop being the fucking Clerk of Court. Even people on your side of the same sex marriage debate are not on your side in this. Either quit or suck it up and do your damn job already!


    Nice chatting with you, Kim. Everybody be good to one another and that includes Kim Davis as she makes a difficult but fairly damn obvious decision about her career choices.  

    Thursday, September 3, 2015

    You Will Know Us By the Trail of Our Dead

    A week ago, I vented no small amount of frustration with the prevalence of gun violence in America, a frustration furiously stoked by the killing in Virginia of 2 TV journalists, Allison Parker and Adam Ward, live on camera. It was a particularly cruel and cowardly act of gun violence that burned its way into our collective psyches.




    However that post is indicative of the larger problem of addressing gun violence in America. It takes a particularly nasty twist to get our attention and for me to write a blog post about it. But people are dying virtually every day, fatal victims of guns and the unchecked people who use them.



    The past week has seen the shooting deaths of two police officers, one in Texas and another in Illinois. Unlike the reporters in Virginia…or the women in the movie theater in Louisiana…or the church goers in South Carolina…or, well you get the idea. Unlike them, there is a tacit acceptance by a police officer that their life may be in danger every time they put on a uniform. It’s a danger that goes with the job. But nobody expects cops should be led to the slaughter like so much cattle. 



    The police officer in Illinois was the eighth law enforcement officer shot and killed in the U.S. in the last month and the fourth in 10 days. During the last 12 months, six officers appear to have been targeted specifically because they worked in law enforcement. (For more info, click here.)  There are people using the police for target practice and there is no way in hell to justify that.


    Yes, cops have not been getting a lot of good press lately, what with several cases of police officers shooting and killing unarmed black men and other questionable actions if not outright miscarriages of justice. We should hold the police to account for those transgressions. The police are here to protect and to serve. It’s right there on their badge. If we don’t feel protected or well served, that needs to be corrected quickly and completely.



    But the transgressions of certain police officers are not just cause to declare open season on them all. In our gun crazy culture, that is exactly what is happening. And it needs to stop. America is a beautiful country with so much potential for greatness.  Her citizens and the police officers who have chosen to defend them should not have to live in a war zone. And make no mistake, we are in a war zone.


    Last week, the deaths of Allison Parker and Adam Ward made me angry. But they were just the latest in a too damn long line of victims of guns and more have been added to the line since then. By the time I post this, I imagine that the police officer in Illinois, Lt. Charles Joseph Gliniewicz, age 52, a 30 year veteran and father of four boys, will have new additions to the line behind him. How much longer does that line need to grow?







    Can we find real change to this fatal circumstance or we resigned to the fact that this is who we are? Is this who we are, stuck in this slaughterhouse of our own making? Because the rest of the world is looking at us and wondering what is wrong with us.
     


    Is this who we are? We are America. You will know us by the trail of our dead. 




    Is this who we want to be? 
     


    
    Mourners attend a vigil at Lakefront Park to honor the memory of Fox Lake Police Lt. Charles Joseph Gliniewicz on Wednesday in Fox Lake, Ill. (Nam Y. Huh / AP)

    Wednesday, September 2, 2015

    Supergirls

    Short post today but I wanted to give some blog space to a cool thing that happened last week. 

    Melissa Benoist, star of the new Supergirl series premiering the fall on CBS, met with a group of young Girl Scouts from Oklahoma.  



    Dressed in her Supergirl costume, Melissa took time to meet with the children and pose for photographs.




    The buzz on this series has been very positive so far and I hope it delivers when episodes begin airing. This version of Supergirl has the potential to be a role model to young girls and women, something that is frequently lacking in super hero stories in comics or adapted to movies or television. And judging from Melissa's interaction with these young girls, I think Supergirl is in very capable hands. 




    Back again tomorrow with another post. Until then, be good to one another. And stay super! 

    Dave-El
    I'm So Glad My Suffering Amuses You

    Tuesday, September 1, 2015

    A Molehill Out of a Mountain






    Mt. McKinley is no more. The highest peak in North America has been wiped out with the stroke of a pen. 

    The mountain still stands; now it’s called Denali.

    Actually, the mountain has always been called Denali.
    It’s like that Monty Python routine about a guy whose name is spelled Raymond Luxury Yacht but it’s pronounced Throatwobbler Mangrove. OK, it’s nothing like that bit at all but anyway…

    This mountain was named for a former US President, William H McKinley. Now here are a couple of wacky facts:
    1. McKinley never set foot on the mountain that bore his name.
    2. He had not set foot in Alaska.
    3. At the time McKinley was President, Alaska was not a state.
    So what was the massive edifice of rock doing being named after this particular President? A prospector back in 1896 decided Denali Mountain needed another name and what the hell, McKinley sounds like a good name for a mountain. It’s all alliterative and stuff.  In 1917, the US Government made it official and Denali became McKinley. Screw the native people who first named the damned thing.

    Except no one in Alaska called it McKinley. People kept calling it Denali. Screw the government who had no business renaming their mountain without so much as a say-so. In 1975, the Alaska state government officially re-christened the mountain as Denali and began urging the US government to do the same. 

    Back in 2008, then presidential candidate Barack Obama promised he would work to improve relations with Native Americans. Getting near the end of his 2nd term, Obama realized, “Oh shit! I better do something about that.” So he signed an order renaming Denali back to Denali.

    Everyone in Alaska is cool with this. Alaskans have been lobbying for the mountain to be officially acknowledged as Denali for many years. So the people of Alaska greeted this as a good thing. Hell, even Alaskan Republicans had to suck it up and give props to Obama for doing what needed to be done for a long time.

    Meanwhile, Ohio is pissed.

    McKinley the President was born in Ohio and native Ohioans did not want to let go of the mountain that, much like McKinley himself, most people in Ohio had never actually seen. Now it seems to me that the obvious thing to do is to find a wonderfully beautiful and awesome part of Ohio and name that after McKinley. But this is Ohio and there’s fuck all that meets the “wonderfully beautiful and awesome” description.

    Just kidding. Stay classy, Ohio! 

    I'll be back with another post tomorrow. Until then, be good to one another. 

    Dave-El 
    I'm So Glad My Suffering Amuses You


    The Revenge Business

    The topic of today's post is the death penalty. WARNING:  This post is not going to be fun at all. This is going to get into some inten...