American Political Debate

I just saw these CNN polls, and they are interesting.

Would you favor or oppose a proposal to put armed guards in every school in the country?Favor: 54%
Oppose: 45%
No Opinion: 1%

Stricter Gun Laws:
Favor: 55%
Oppose: 44%
No Opinion: 1%

Would stricter gun laws reduce violence?
Would not reduce: 61%
Would reduce: 39%

My question is this: If only 39% of those polled believe that stricter gun laws would reduce violence, why do 55% of the polled favor stricter gun laws? What are the other 16% who favor stricter laws hoping for?

My best guess is that even if they don’t believe the stricter laws would matter, they believe it is the right thing to do. I can understand trying to do the right thing in the face of poor odds (I generally vote libertarian), and in this case it’s confusing to me. If we’re trying to solve a particular problem (gun violence), why enact policies that we don’t believe would be effective? Is it a moral issue?

I welcome your input!

Joey Watches a Movie: Enter the Ninja

Sam went to bed early last night so I took the opportunity to watch a 1981 action movie called Enter the Ninja (R). Here is U-Verse’s summary:

“A former soldier completes his ninja training and travels to the Philippines to visit his Army buddy where he is forced to battle a greedy land grabber.”

CREDITS

A ninja is swinging around nunchucks. Now he has a sword. A gong sounds! “ENTER THE NINJA” says the title credits. Now the ninja has a bow. Once we see a sai all the Ninja Turtles are – he brought out the sai! This ninja has the skills of all of the Ninja Turtles combined. Now he’s demonstrating all kinds of weapons I’ve never seen before. Now a white ninja dressed in white is fighting a ninja dressed in black! Face kick!

NINJAS FIGHTING

The ninja in white and the ninja in black are running around in the Japanese jungle. Two ninja in red are running around also. The soundtrack is kind of like ninja jazz.

I can’t do the next few minutes justice. Just imagine ninja fighting in the jungle with ninja jazz in the background. A ninja just caught two arrows right of the air! Someone just took a throwing star to the face! The white ninja just threw down smoke and fire and disappeared! Where do the ninja keep all of these gadgets? They need utility belts. White ninja is jogging along a lake!

Man, I wish everyone could come over right now and watch this with me. Sword fights in a waterfall! White ninja just jumped down a 100 foot waterfall!

White ninja is at some kind of enemy compound now and he is fighting all of the red ninja. Smoke everywhere! Flipping!

“Surrender or die!” says the white ninja. This is the first written dialogue. The defeated ninja chooses surrender. White ninja just bowed to an old man and cut off what is clearly a mannequin’s head. Now he’s sneaking into a house, even though he literally just cut off someone’s head on the front porch after flipping through smoke. I’m pretty even a mediorce ninja leader would already be aware of his presence. It’s probably ok just to walk in at this point.

The white ninja just sat down and took off his mask and he looks just like Bill Paxton with a mustache. He’s like a beefcakey Ron Swanson. Now all the red ninja like him and they’re all sitting together with that cut off mannequin head. I’m not really sure what is happening.

There are nine levels of power discussed by the ninja leader: Strength, direction, harmony, healing, premonition, knowing, mastery of time and space, controlling nature, enlightenment. Woah…woah…apparently the ninja fights I just witnessed were not lethal and were part of a test. It actually was a mannequin head. I thought that was just how the prop department decided to handle that scene, but I guess it was supposed be a mannequin head. And the white guy just got his “license as master of ninjitsu”. Man, I didn’t even know this was an option. I can’t believe I went to law school instead of ninja school.

In the next scene, all the ninja are drinking sake. Kampai! One of the ninja doesn’t think the white guy is a real ninja because he doesn’t drink alcohol.

WHITE NINJA GOES TO THE PHILIPPINES

White ninja just broke into some kind of compound again, presumably of “an old friend”. A blonde woman with a shotgun just snuck up on him and threatened him. This guy just graduated from ninja school, how did he miss a white woman with a shotgun walking up to him? He takes the gun from her. It turns out she’s the wife of his old Army buddy. We already see that his old friend has a drinking problem and she’s upset about it. I think the shotgun lady is going to fall for the white ninja, whose name is Cole. Cole drinks juice instead of booze. We learn everyone’s name. The white ninja is Cole, the Army buddy is Frank, and Frank’s wife is Mary Ann.

I need to talk about everyone’s accents. Everyone talks in a stunted, exaggerated manner like it’s overdubbed, except it is not overdubbed. Mary Ann has some sort of British accent sometimes, or maybe Australian.  She looks like British Goldie Hawn. (She’s played by Susan George, who was in Straw Dogs.)

We learn that Frank is upset because someone is trying to take his land. My guess for the plot is that the Army friend will die and Cole will save the land, vanquish the bad guy, and end up with Mary Ann. But first, he has to train with nunchucks on the front lawn:

This movie had me at "training shirtless in the yard with nunchucks".

This movie had me at “training shirtless in the yard with nunchucks”.

THE PLOT THICKENS

Oh no, Cole is going into town with Mary Ann. The music changes from ninja jazz to funky jazz. I hate it when people cheat, even in movies so I’m not liking where this going. Oh no, a giant guy in bellbottoms and a man dressed like Colonel Sander are in town! I think we found out who the villain will be. This movie reminds me of Road House for several reasons. Colonel Sanders has a Captain Hook hand! He sounds British or Australian or something. He’s beating up shop owners.

IMDB lists this character as "The Hook".

IMDB lists this character as “The Hook”.

Cole and Mary Ann go back home.

Oh man, some thugs are beating up people on Frank’s property and Cole goes nuts! Flying kicks! Planks of wood to the gut! Arm break! We get some exposition and learn that Frank has a drinking problem because of all of the criminals, and that Mary Ann wants to stand up to the criminals. She goes back to town to hire some new workers. I’m not sure why they don’t just stay in town.

While she’s in town, Cole has to fight the Hook. It turns out the Hook is a henchman for a “Mr. Venarius”. He seems to be some kind of CEO of bad guys in the Philippines. The Hook, who now has a German accent and is named Sigfried, explains to Mr. Venarius that Cole is a problem. “We must have Frank’s property! I want it!” explains Mr. V. Say what you will about evil businessmen, at least you know where Venarius stands. He’s going to personally pick ten henchmen to fight Cole. In order to pick the cream of the crop, Mr. V has a bunch of bad guys get together, then he tells them to fight each other. The ten guys standing will fight Cole. Then Mr. V has people spy on Cole at a polo match to get some background.

MILITARY FLASHBACK!

Frank saved Cole’s life in Angola.

THE WAR BEGINS

The Hook and the ten henchmen show up at Frank’s ranch and start beating people up. Cole and Mary Ann ride in on horses to stop the fighting. Cole is beating up seven guys at once! They start running away! Where are they going? Presumably Frank’s ranch is some distance from the village, let alone Manila. Holy crap, Cole rips off The Hook’s hook! “Hey, you forgot something!” he says and the music goes “Wah wah waaaaaaa!” (Really!) Siegfried limps back to Manila, where Mr. Venarius’s office is located.

Mr. V is into choreographing synchronized swimming. He is training synchronized swimmers in the pool located inside his office. He wants to send more men to fight Cole. Little does he know that Frank and Cole are coming for him.

For the third time, Cole raids a compound. Mr. V makes all of his henchmen wear white suits, and they are soiling those suits because they’re scared of the White Ninja! Cole takes out fourteen by himself.  All kinds of very slow, half-hearted kicks are flying. No one is attempting to make their punches look like they actually landed. (I don’t think these actors went to any kind of combat boot camp.) Frank and Cole win the fight! This time, it’s Cole who carries out Frank. They go to a bar, where Frank confides in Cole that he is not currently active in the boudoir. Frank’s character is actually kind of sad. I think he had PTSD. He just doesn’t have any will to fight anymore and he feels incompetent with Mary Ann.

Oh boy, sadly I was right. Cole and Marianne get to “know” each other. I think Frank made her do it? It’s a weird dynamic. It’s kind of like the old book Shane, or Arthurt/Guinivere/Lancelot. Did y’all know that the name Jennifer probably comes from Guinevere? Ok, this scene is over, back to the plot.

We’re back in Manila with Mr. V. He thinks that Cole is a ninja. He goes to a movie agent in Japan to help him find an actual ninja to fight Cole. To find an actual ninja, they go to the school where Cole trained, and they pick…the guy who said Cole isn’t a ninja. This is bad news.

Cole decides to break into Mr. V’s office to figure out why Frank’s land is worth so much to Mr. V. It turns out that “according to these geological reports” (which Cole can read with ease), there’s a lot of oil on Frank’s land. They also stumble upon film of the bad ninja from Japan shooting the bad guy with arrows! Cole can now prepare for ninja war, at least.

FRANK IN DANGER!

The ninja shows up at Frank and Mary Ann’s ranch! He’s wearing a traditional ninja outfit. I’m sorry, but I have think that in 1981, street clothes would be a more useful form of camouflage. How would you even get to someone’s ranch in a ninja outfit? Do you take a bus and then walk? I can’t imagine the looks you’d get. Surely someone would call the police. Well, I guess his disguise was good enough because he just killed Frank and captured Mary Ann, presumably to take her to Manila to draw out Cole?

Cole, utilizing his master ninja skills, returns back to the home and slowly figures out that something is wrong based on the fact that no one is home and everything is broken in the house. Also because poor Frank is floating in the pool. Cole has Army flashbacks again. The weird thing is they are always the only two guys in the Army scenes. Are we positive they were in the Army?

Mr. V. may have been able to take down poor Frank, but he obviously doesn’t know what he’s in for with Cole.

COLE: THE VANILLA THRILLA IN MANILA

Cole dons an all-white ninja outfit and he’s got like two hundred ninja weapons on him. He’s in Mr. V’s office building. This seems like the least-stealthy outfit possible. It took him about twelve seconds to make it up to Mr. V’s penthouse office. You would hope as an oil tycoon with a pool in your office, you can get better henchmen and guards. But, you know what they say about finding good help.

Just bein' a ninja.

Just bein’ a ninja.

Mr. V’s assistant shows up agrees to just take him on over to Mr. V. Think of all the henchmen who could’ve been saved had the assistant just waited in the lobby. Apparently Mr. V is not in the building, so the white ninja gets in a town car with everyone and drives out of town. Do they talk about anything in the car? Do they listen to music?

“So, Vanilla Ninja, does the suit breathe well?”

“Surprisingly, yes. It’s moisture wicking.”

“Ah, fantastic. You really need that in this jungle climate, even if you aren’t a stealthy mercenary. So humid! ”

“Yep. Hey, how do you guys feel about turning up some yacht rock?”

“On it!”

Well, as you can guess, Cole fights a bunch of bad guys and then kills Mr. V to avenge Frank’s death. Mr. V has a very melodramatic demise, as seen here:

I cannot stress how wonderfully overacted this scene was.

I cannot stress how wonderfully overacted this scene was.

BUT, the bad ninja still has Mary Ann. Wait, he just let her go. A ninja with honor. I guess he just wants to fight Cole. So now they’re fighting in some kind of fighting ring. In all seriousness, I like the fight choreography and videography because you can actually see the fight, as opposed to extreme close-ups and shaky camera angles. Eventually Cole wins, heads to the airport, and winks at me.

"You're welcome, viewer."

“You’re welcome, viewer.”

THE END.

A Man Explores Pinterest

As a married man, I have the chance to learn about all kinds of things that I otherwise probably wouldn’t know about. For example, I know about Bunheads, The Hunger Games, Divergent, calling things “precious”, buying baby clothes, and Pinterest.

I’ve watched Sam use Pinterest for a year or so, but I’ve never really used it myself. So, today, I’m headed down the rabbit hole. I’m rolling through Pinterest. I’m going to look at what my friends think is shareworthy, the most popular posts, and then I’m going to give my analysis.

[Scrolling through a few dozen posts.]

Ok, Crock Pots are a big deal. You can make desserts, shredded chicken stuff, you can freeze bags of stuff to put in crock pots at a later date. There are a lot of pictures of bathrooms, which is beyond my understanding. It’s just over my head. Picture frames…lots of Ryan Gosling. Honest question – can some girls please explain to me what’s with this Gosling obsession? He’s been around at least since we were in high school but all of a sudden he’s like the biggest deal ever.

Abs everywhere! Ladies, what’s up with all the abs? I do know that guys look at guy abs all the time in Mens Health, GQ, too. What do we need abs so much for in 2013? What are we lifting? In what scenario will we need to knock out thousands of crunches?

Ok, now there’s a lot of pins about hair, which makes sense because you can keep them all together for when you want to change your hair. This is not a problem for me. (Bald.)

Man, there’s a lot of fairly in-depth DIY home projects in here. Turn an old door into a shelf. Make a bed. Pour the foundation for your new home. Forge your own silverware. Just kidding, there’s no talk of foundations. It looks like the point of Pinterest as far as I can see is it’s kind of a clearinghouse for you to compile your interests in one place on the internet and get new ideas. All these DIY projects look like torture to me. Why would I want to make shelves out of an abandoned car? Scavengerist. The Great Depressionist. In my free time I like to sit here. I wonder if there is a site about that? Now that I think about it, it’s pretty cool that people are learning how to make things and fix things themselves. Is there a site that teaches you woodworking? I could get into that.

Now I’m going to click on the page that shows the most popular pins.

One of the Backstreet Boys is the first thing that popped up. That tells me people my age like Pinterest. Here is a sign that says, “Wear fabulous underwear even if you are the only person who is going to see it.” Me and my friends are always saying that to each other so I don’t need that pin.

Let’s see, here’s more Ryan Gosling, here’s some boy band members I’ve never heard of…Bradley Cooper…”Begin at the beginning & go on till you come to the end: then stop.” That was pinned 112 times…an hakuna matata tattoo.

Whoa! Look at this full-grown cocker retriever!

WHAT ARE YOU!

That made the past twenty minutes of pinning easily worth it.

Here’s a sign that says “Don’t try to win over the haters. You’re not the jackass whisperer.” I think that’s attributed to Eleanor Roosevelt. Here’s more pictures of women’s abs, then shirtless Johnny Depp, sans abs. (Johnny Depp doesn’t care about abs!) I’m not sure what to make of this:

Here’s a pin that says, “Aries are a sociable people.” More hair pins, more Crock Pot…ok I think I’ve reached the starting point. No,  wait, there’s this:

Nightmares.

Ok, after a good half-hour browsing the internet sensation that is Pinterest, here are my observations:

  1. The one thing that all women on Pinterest agree on is Ryan Gosling.
  2. Crock Pots probably helped start up Pinterest.
  3. Abs everywhere! (Both on Gosling and women.) In all seriousness, there are a lot of esteem-destroying posts like “What you eat in private you wear in public.” and “Bye bye, thunder thighs.” If I were a girl and I spent twenty minutes on Pinterest I think I would never go outside without a burlap sack covering my body. Some of these quotes and posts seem kind of misogynistic to me. Ladies, you a’ight! Johnny Depp doesn’t care about your midsection!
  4. Baby animals are awesome.

I might give Pinterest a try. You can find me at pinterest.com/halbey. Do you have any tips about the best way to use the site? Please share.

Ask a Libertarian: Guns

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You gun people are a little crazy.

Well, I do live in Texas. I know Texas has a bit of a cowboy reputation, and people think it’s weird that about half a million Texans (as of a couple years ago) have concealed handgun licenses. Who would want to carry around a gun? Let’s look at how crazy the gun nuts with CHL permits are: they account for 0.1% of assault with deadly weapons convictions, 0 cases of aggravated assault against public servants, 0.09% of aggravated robberies, 0 criminally negligent homicides, 0 kidnappings, 0.7% of  murders, 0 prohibited weapons, 0 trafficking of persons, 0.06% of terroristic threats. In other words, the “Rambos” in Texas are some of the most well-adjusted, non-violent people in Texas. (All stats are from TX DPS 2011 and are available publicly here.)

When the Second Amendment was written, people had muskets and cannonballs and things like that. The Founders had no idea about automatic weapons and semi-automatic weapons. Surely gun control is needed, right?

When the First Amendment was written, people had no idea about the internet, cell phones, and copy machines. One of the nice things about our relatively vague Constitution is that it’s flexible. Freedom of speech can apply to things like art, the F word on your jacket, what you post on the internet, what you write in a magazine, or what you print on a pamphlet. We didn’t leave the application of that Amendment static from the late 18th century to now. Our Constitution is made to change with a changing culture. If the intent of the Second Amendment was to ensure that citizens can maintain a free state, it wouldn’t really make sense to shackle citizens’ ability to do so.

Firearms are protected by our Constitution, so talking about heavily regulating them is like saying, “Yes, you have free speech, but you can only talk about Twinkies and only in certain places.” That’s not really free speech. The Supreme Court has decided that the First Amendment doesn’t mean you can say whatever you want whenever you want (for example, shouting “Fire!” in a theater”), although it does protect a lot.

How many tyrannical rebellions have you put down lately with your militia?

It’s impossible to accurately answer this question. I can’t definitively know one way or another as to whether the proliferation of  firearms has helped or hurt citizens in their efforts to maintain a free state. Maybe the prevalence of guns has chilled tyranny over time. Maybe not.

When I look around the world at the Arab Spring, the Rwandan genocide, etc, I think it’s probably better to be armed than not to be armed, in terms of avoiding tyranny and in protecting safety.

Again, while this is an interesting question, it’s ultimately irrelevant when discussing a Constitutional right. Let’s use free speech again to suss this out. If I utilize my free speech right to only blog about how great The Bachelor is, that’s my prerogative. It doesn’t matter if it changes the world or is edifying to you or whether you love The Bachelor as much as me. It wouldn’t matter if 94% of Americans hated the Bachelor. I can write about it all day long.

We should repeal the Second Amendment!

One of the awesome things about America is that you can say that, you can even act on it. You can petition the President to respond to you, you can contact your Representatives to try and get the Constitution amended so there is no right to bear arms. Please know that I will absolutely fight you every step of the way. It’s not because I think that you are dumb or because I think I’m Rambo; it’s because my experience with the world has taught me that it’s better for a population to be armed than unarmed.

Doesn’t the government have a monopoly on violence?

No, not theoretically or legally. It doesn’t have a monopoly on killing, guns, fisticuffs, etc. We have rights to protect ourselves, others, and personal property.

As a gun rights supporter, don’t you feel responsible for these tragedies?

I believe in personal responsibility. No, I don’t feel responsible for acts that I do not commit. I believe that the individuals who murder others are responsible for those murders.

I want to talk a little more about this question. I think it’s important to remember that no one wants tragedies to happen. No one is excited that innocent people are getting shot. No one wants to live in fear. The differences aren’t in that, the differences are in what to do about the problem of evil. Some think more guns are the answer, some think fewer guns are the answer, some people think something in between or none of the above. I think we need to remember that most of us have the same goals.

Remember some of the axioms of the libertarian worldview (at least, my libertarian worldview): I think people are created with the capacity to do great good or great evil. This is the case regardless of what regulations a government puts forward. We regulate behavior but do not necessarily change it. The fact that murder is illegal doesn’t deter everyone from murdering. The fact that drunk driving is illegal doesn’t keep people from driving drunk and killing people. The legality or illegality of guns will not eradicate bad acts and bad actors.

Wouldn’t taking guns off the streets reduce violent crimes?

Maybe. Maybe not.

I’m sure you’ve heard every talking point about how if you make guns illegal, only criminals will have them, law-abiding citizens will be defenseless, etc. I think what will happen is that many pro-constitution people will either buy guns without registering them or manufacture their own. So will criminals. I don’t think firearms will go away. Violence and tragedy won’t go away.

Something that I don’t talk about very much is my experiences in Rwanda. (If you aren’t familiar with the Rwandan genocide of the 1990s, somewhere between half a million and million people were murdered. Around half a million women were raped.) In addition to visiting the Kigali Genocide Memorial Centre, I also had the chance to get about an hour outside of Kigali and tour a church which had been one of the many sites of brutal mass murder. Hundreds gathered at the church as a place of peace, a safe haven. Their attackers grenaded the church, shot hundreds or thousands of rounds into the church. To save ammo, many were hacked to death with machetes. Babies were twirled around by their legs and thrown into the brick walls to break skulls. Today, the skulls and bones of the victims are kept on-site and in plain view as a memorial. When I think of evil like that, I don’t think strongly-worded letters of condemnation will do much to save lives. Interestingly, some UN officials think that the presence of 5,000 UN peacekeeping troops with enforcement authority would’ve stopped the genocide. Jesus.

If I thought turning in all of the guns would end murders, then I would happily help gather and destroy every gun I could get my hands on. My experiences have led me in another direction. My experiences have taught me that people have the capacity to do horrible things, and sometimes the only way to stop them is incapacitation. I think that’s sad and I don’t like it, and I don’t see any way around it.

Aren’t you a Christian? Shouldn’t you be anti-violence?

I am and I am. I’ve never shot anyone, I don’t want to shoot anyone, and I haven’t been in a physical altercation in nine years (that was because a man was about to attack a woman). I’m a mediator. I’m all about working together and civility. If an attacker is forcing himself or herself on a victim, I think it’s appropriate to exert the force necessary to stop that bad act. Ecclesiastes 3 tells us there’s a time for everything, including a time to kill, a time to tear down, and a time for war. I could be very wrong and I hope that God will have mercy on me for any lack of faith or any bad in me.

After the act is stopped I am anti-violence. I don’t support the death penalty, for example.

Ok, you seem fairly normal, but what’s with all the gun fetishes? Your peers LOVE guns.

I think for a lot of Americans, guns represent freedom, liberty, and the notion that no one is above the law. The government works for us, don’t tread on me, etc. In Texas, we have this famous flag:

It’s from the Battle of Gonzales, in which Texans held onto a cannon that Mexico was trying to take back. I think that for many, guns are a symbol of strength, self-sufficiency, and the traditional American personality.

Joey Watches a Movie: Death Race

Texas has been hit with a flu epidemic. Additionally, my friends and neighbors are dropping like flies with stomach viruses, strep throat, and everything else cold weather-related. Personally, I had strep throat right before Christmas and now I’m battling a chest-cough for the ages. So, aided by a DVR, humidifier, and a hot toddy, I present this liveblog of Death Race.

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OPEN

There’s like four pages of typed exposition. Basically, in the future, Americans watch prisoners in a death race. It’s like Fast & Furious + Gladiator. Or, Gamer, with cars. Or, high stakes Days of Thunder.  The first scene is the Death Race.

Tyrese Gibson is a star of this movie. His first line, “Why won’t this son of a b*tch die?!?” I don’t know, Tyrese!

There’s a lot of dirty cars driving around shooting.

Car explosion! A car just flew like thirty feet in the air.

I can’t tell what’s happening now. Whoever was holding the camera apparently was trying to breakdance at the same time. I’m getting motion sickness.

Paul W.S. Anderson directed this. He also directed some of the Resident Evil series, Mortal Kombat, as well as The Three Musketeers. We’re in for a treat.

Jason Statham is working in some kind of foundry. He looks pretty mad. His foundry is closing, presumably going out of business. Before leaving work for the last time, Statham looks at pictures of his wife and child. That probably means that his family is about to meet an untimely demise. I’m sensing some of Vin Diesel’s A Man Apart here. Or Punisher. Or The Fugitive.

Oh crap, the SWAT team just showed up, I bet they want Statham! SWAT team is fighting the workers for some reason. Jason Statham is fighting the SWAT team. He’s really mad still. It’s unclear why SWAT showed up.

Somehow there were no repercussions from fighting the SWAT team (yet), because Statham just took the bus home and is now talking to his wife. He just took his shirt off. It’s like live-action Pinterest.

Statham is playing with his baby. His wife is about to be killed. Sadly I am right. She is dead. Statham got framed for his wife’s death! The cops arrest him.

Fast forward six months, Statham is in prison, the same prison where the death racers come from. Statham has his whole shirt off! I’m feeling insecure about myself. Anyway, now Statham is nude and getting beat up. Man, he looks REALLY mad. Guess what, prison guard? Statham never forgets.

The lady from the Bourne movies is running this prison. Joan Allen. I guess Treadstone sunk her. She probably had Statham framed on purpose to get him in the death race.

Statham is meeting his cell mates. They obviously have seen Statham on Pinterest, because they are making eyes at him. He beats them up and says, “I slipped.”

Statham is sitting in the cafeteria for the first time. I’m pretty sure he’s going to have to fight someone. He still won’t wear a whole shirt. Ok, a white supremacist just sat at his table. He spit in Statham’s food. Tyrese got out of the cafeteria. Someone tries to beat up Statham! Statham fights everyone with a food tray! Why do they have metal food trays in prison!

Statham is in Joan Allen’s office now. She is talking about how he’s a good driver. Here we go. This is why he’s in prison. She wants him to be the “the masked driver”, the perennial audience favorite. If he wins the race, he gets out of prison. Joan Allen is like three inches taller than Statham. Long story short, he’s going to end up in that race, even if he doesn’t want to at first. And Ian McShane is going to coach him to victory. Oh, his name is actually Coach. We’ll call him Haymitch. I can’t imagine that Statham’s team of helpers is going to teach the end credits unscathed. Oh, Statham’s navigator is from the women’s prison. I predict some amorous tension. Tyrese walks up to our gang in the rec yard and talks trash. I think he and Statham are gonna be BFFs come race time.

Ok, the race is about to start. Or, from what the graphics are telling us, heat one of three. The cars are lining up, the pit crews are make last minute preparations. Oh uh, the women’s prison navigators just arrived! They are NOT dressed appropriately. We meet Statham’s navigator, Case. She’s all sassy and thinks Statham is cute. She’s got a hard exterior but a heart of gold. Kind of like our boy Statham. I can’t wait ‘til they’re at cocktail parties and they get to tell everyone how they met.

HEAT ONE

The race has just started! For this scene, the director told the cameraman to just throw the camera towards the actors. Lots of rapid zooming and shaking. I have no idea what’s happening. All I can tell is that everything looks really grimy and death metaly. It’s like Mario Kart on bath salts.

“Wakey wakey!” says Tyrese.

I seriously can’t tell what’s happening in the race. Tyrese is being kind of a diva. Y’all, Statham is FOCUSED.

Whoa, it IS like Mario Kart. You run over the pictures of what you want (shields, weapons, mushrooms) and then you get it.

“Feel it, baby!” says one racer. Someone’s car just exploded for some reason. There’s smoke everywhere. Someone just slipped on “oil”, which we all know is Death Race code for Mario Kart’s banana peel.

“What’s my name?!?” says one driver to a crashed car.

Pop quiz: Which of these three phases was just said in the past thirty seconds?
(a) Come on!
(b) Show me what ya got!
(c)Cover me!
(d) I’m back!
(e) All of the above.

The answer is (e).

Haymitch just coached Statham: “Either lose ‘em or kill em.” Statham takes this as a sign to tell Case to get in his lap. I’m not sure how that helped but a car just exploded and Tyrese drove through it. You could really say that this movie is “firing on all cylinders.”

Oh no! Statham just found out that one of the drivers killed Statham’s wife! He’s lost all concentration. I wasn’t aware he still remembered his wife after that whole “Get in my lap” business a few minutes ago. But, once again, Statham looks really mad.

Apparently the Death Race works more like Olympic swimming heats than a NASCAR race. There are a few days between the three heats.

Statham confronts Joan Allen about how she framed him to get him to race. She kicks out her staff so they can talk in private. I think she blackmails him into racing so that he can keep his daughter, who is named Piper. In all seriousness, that’s a cute name.

It turns out Haymitch was up for parole three years ago but he couldn’t leave. He’s kind of like the philosopher king of prison. This is kind of like The Longest Yard now. I don’t think Haymitch is gonna make it.

Tyrese is reading the Bible! He has a razor blade in his Bible!

In the next scene, Statham confronts the guy who he found out killed his wife (another driver). The prison guard from way earlier was in on killing Statham’s wife! This guard is going to get wrecked before credits roll. The guards break up the fight.

Statham is doing shirtless pullups. We get it, Statham.

HEAT TWO

Out of the blue, Statham asks Case if she killed the former masked driver. She did! Because Joan Allen told her to in order to secure her freedom! Man, who can a guy trust in a death race? Statham wrecks Tyrese.

“D*mn!” says Tyrese.

Statham is going after the guy who killed his wife.

“There’s someone I need to kill,” says Statham. It’s hard to describe what happens after that. Long story short, Statham was driving around in reverse shooting the guy who killed his wife. Then Statham killed the guy.

Tyrese just kicked out his navigator. He’s a real diva.

“Release the Kraken!” says Joan Allen! It’s a semi-truck built for Death Race! It’s a monster! Statham just drives through fire because he DOESN’T EVEN CARE ABOUT FIRE. Cars are exploding!

There’s only two drivers left. Tyrese and Statham. They start talking on their radios to coordinate an attack on the Kraken. Even though Joan Allen has cameras and microphones everywhere she doesn’t seem to be able to monitor their radios.

They killed the Kraken! EXPLOSIONS!

This is kind of like Hunger Games now. Trivia: Hunger Games is based on Death Race. Heat Two is over.

Tyrese figures out that Statham is the masked man and confronts him about it. Joan Allen says she’s going to kill Statham. Yeah right, Joan Allen! The prison guard puts a bomb on the bottom of Statham’s car.

Actual trivia: The Romans bottled and sold gladiator sweat as an aphrodisiac.

HEAT THREE

“Gentlemen, this should be interesting,” says Haymitch.

There’s only two cars left and I can’t even tell what’s happening. It’s like the camera itself is drunk. Statham is driving through fire again, straight off of the Death Race track! Haymitch took the bomb off of Statham’s car. The cops are in pursuit! Four cop cars just blow up.

“Bon voyage, friend,” says Haymitch on the radio that no authorities can hear.

Choppers are in pursuit. Statham just rolled out the car and now Case is driving it. She stops the car, puts on the masked man mask, and the cops get her. Somehow Tyrese shows up on foot and gives Statham a bag and they jump on a train. There are Hawaiian shirts in the bag.

Haymitch blows up Joan Allen and the prison guard! He looks at the camera and says, “I love this game.” I love this movie.

SIX MONTHS LATER

Tyrese and Statham own a mechanic shop in Mexico. Case drives up and hip hop music starts playing when she gets out of the car in slow motion. Statham holds his daughter. There’s some voice over about getting a start at something new.

THE END

The Year in Review: 2012

Believe it or not, December 31st is the end of the year. That’s today! Before 2013 gets here and I make resolutions that I have no intention of keeping, I think it’s appropriate to look back at the bests of 2012.

Album: New in Town by John Mulaney. This is a comedy album. Mulaney is great at telling stories and poking fun at himself. I know it’s kind of weird to have a comedy album at number one, but I didn’t listen to a lot of new music this year.
Honorable Mention: Mr. Universe by Jim Gaffigan

Concert: The Civil Wars, The Paramount Theatre (Austin, TX). Even though we saw this show with hundreds of other people, it felt this intimate:

Internet Sensation: Anything related to Jennifer Lawrence, who is the coolest and dorkiest thing going in Hollywood. It’s refreshing to have an Oscar-caliber star who doesn’t take herself too seriously. For example, check out this compilation of Jennifer Lawrence gifs. Or this:

Or this:

That’s what you want out of your A-listers. On a semi-serious note, it’s nice to have someone call out Hollywood and the media/internet for encouraging girls to have body issues.

Honorable Mention: Johnny Football lady.
Honorable Mention: Craftfail.com

Movie: The Dark Knight Rises. Batman hates injustice and loves brooding, so this movie is already in my well-documented wheelhouse. That being said, this movie was objectively, by any standard, the greatest trilogy ending ever created. Explosions? Check. Good vs evil? Check. Clever banter? Check. Gadgets? Check. I don’t know what else a movie needs. Nolan can direct, Hans Zimmer can compose, the actors can act, etc. I know some people have big problems with plot holes and Bane’s voice. Here is my response: This is a fictional story about a grown man who dresses up like a bat to fight crime. I go to the movies to have fun, not to be reminded how depressing and boring the world can be. Which brings us to…
Honorable Mention: Pitch Perfect. Besides superheroes beating up on injustice, my other favorite genre is feel-good movies with campy dialogue and PG-13 humor. For example: Bring It On, Step Up 2 the Streets, and now Pitch Perfect. This movie is like The Sing Off meets the rain dance scene from Step Up 2. If that doesn’t move to you action then I don’t know what does and I hope 2013 is the year in which you grow a heart.

Pop Song: Ho Hey by The Lumineers, because Sam loves it and it’s a perfect pop song.

If you like that song and want to go a little deeper with the band, check out this half-hour set.
Honorable Mention: Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepson, Jimmy Fallon, The Roots.

Sporting Moment: Chuck Pagano’s speech. Sports are generally just athletic games, but they can also mean a lot more to athletes and fans. They’re an avenue to make friends, make something of yourself, stay healthy, stay connected. Sometimes they transcend all of that into moments like these.
Honorable Mention: 2012 Olympics (all of it).