Joker

First off, if Joaquin Phoenix doesn’t win an Oscar for his role, then something is wrong with the academy.

Like a majority of people, I  felt that Heath Ledger was the ultimate portrayal of the Joker.  In some respects, he still is.  Heath’s Joker worked will in Nolan’s Batman universe. Nolan’s Joker was grittier than what we were used to with Nicholson and Romero.  As gritty as it was, it was still based in a fantasy universe.  Would Heath still have won an Oscar for his role if he was still alive?  I don’t believe so.

Then we have the train wreck of Jared Leto’s Joker. Going from Heath’s Joker to Leto’s is like going from soda to water.  Yeah they’re both wet, but that’s the only thing they have in common. We can’t really blame Leto for his take on the Joker, that blame goes to Warner Brothers for allowing it.  It’s ok to revision the look of Joker, but Warner Bros. went to the extreme.

Now we have Phoenix’s Joker.  The reason I feel this Joker works so well and is better than Heath’s is because the character can end up being any of us. His mental illness/disorder was true to life. Watching him transform after his medication was cut off, shows how millions of people have to deal with an illness when insurance companies wont cover the meds or how pharmaceutical companies want to over charge.  Watching him contemplate suicide and then killing Murray reminded me of when i go to the VA and they ask “do you want to hurt yourself or hurt someone else?”.  My answer is no, i don’t want to hurt myself, yes i want to hurt someone else.  Just to be clear, im not talking about killing anyway lol just want to beat someones ass sometimes.  Being delusional about his neighbor was so well done, I can only compare it to the Sixth Sense.  You feel sorry for him and then see him find a love who accepts him, only to find out that it was all in his head.

There are a few scenes that I want to talk about.  First is the dancing on the steps.  Who ever thought of using Gary Glitter is awesome. Sure the guy is a pedo, but this song matches so perfectly being set in the 80s.  And for those complaining about it being used, every stadium in the US plays this damn song.  Second is the killing of Mur-ray.  Loved how he called him that. As Joker was getting upset, you could feel the realness as he raised his voice.

“This movie shouldn’t be shown, it will trigger people”  Yes, let’s ban a movie because it might trigger someone. If that’s the case, just shut down theaters now because someone will get triggered by something sometime or another.  I think what it does is open peoples eyes that mental illness is real and that we need to find help for those suffering from it.

“This movie is too dark.  I had to leave with my kids.”  First off, why would you take your kids to see a rated “R” movie? That’s your own dumb ass fault. Second, “You get what you fucking deserve!”

 

Lets paint some rocks.

So lately I’ve been painting some rocks for a group that I belong to on facebook.  We paint rocks, then hide them for others to find.  Those people will post the rock on the site, then re-hide or keep it.  Fun, relaxing little hobby.

 

URrocked

Well shit…

As I got off work today I got in my car and sped home. Zooming past cars left and right, going through yellow lights as they were turning red. Sweat beads on my forehead drip down to my eyes blurring my vision, while the perspiration under my arms begins to seep through my shirt.

I NEED TO GET HOME NOW, my mind keeps telling me as if someone is in the passenger seat screaming in my ear. I pull into my driveway slowly, but still with a sense of urgency.  I run into my home with my heart beating like a native summoning the rain. I look down, see my girlfriend on the floor with my daughter. AM I TOO LATE as i look down at them.  Nope, they’re just sleeping.

I run towards my bedroom, open the door ever so slightly…and there it is..looking right back at me.  My Gun.  Whew, thank god! I was worried about it walking out of  the house and going on a killing spree.

What a relief.  I mean I keep hearing on the news that guns are to blame for the mass shootings in El Paso and Dayton.  I kind of have to wonder when my gun is going to grow legs too, like those used the past few days.  I don’t know, maybe Glocks are late bloomers….

Do we see how stupid that story sounds?  MORE GUN LAWS!! MORE GUN RESTRICTIONS!! Yeah, that will help.  Perhaps you can use old Barbara’s “Just Say No” and post it above a picture of a gun. You know, cause that worked so well for the War on Drugs.

Guns are not the issue, it’s the people behind the gun.  I know..I know.  Here comes the “guns don’t kill people, people kill people” speech.  Well, yeah. It’s about self accountability. As a diabetic myself, if I die today from drinking a 2 liter of pepsi, does my girlfriend say NO MORE SODA, BAN ALL SODA’s.  No, of course not. She has enough commons sense to say well,  self accountability, Robert knew that soda could kill him.

Same goes for those two people who caused the mass shootings.  They both woke up, put there clothes on, walked out the door and did what they did.  At no time did the weapon used grab either of them and said “lets go kill some people today”

We need to stop blaming the gun/knife/plane/whatever and start putting the blame on the person committing the act.  Gun laws aren’t going to do a damn thing but punish the responsible gun owner like myself.  What we need to do is offer better mental health care. We need to teach our youth that not all blacks are gangsters, not all brown people are illegal and not all whites are racist.  Not all whites are racist?? Believe it or not, most aren’t. But you wouldn’t believe that according to the media.

Self accountability folks, it goes a long way. Stop blaming the guns, stop blaming the President, stop blaming the music, stop blaming the video games…blame the people doing the act.  And for the love of god, stop glorifying it on the news.

Best 4th of July

It’s been a while since i’ve last posted on here, but i figured today would be the best time.  In prior blogs i’ve talked about how my dad had memories of the Blackhawks with my grandpa and how I have memories of my dad. From going to the Blackhawks game at the old Chicago Stadium, to him bringing me Garbage Pail Kids home when he got off work, to him calling 1800BetsOff on me when i had a problem gambling.

Memories are worth more than money. We will always have memories, while money will run out.  Of course one could argue that Alzheimer patients lose their memory but lets not get technical here.

For many years when i would go watch the 4th of July fireworks, I looked around as people played catch with their kids, or had a mini cookout with their kids, waiting for the fireworks to start.  And for many years i could only imagine what that felt like.

Well yesterday, with my daughter on my lap, the first firework went off..then the next..then the next..  I sat there holding her and feeling her little heartbeat steady rising from the explosions.  Not only did i see the explosions in the sky, but felt an explosion of feelings as I sat there holding here.  This little 6 month hold, feeling secure with her daddy’s arms around her…just one of the many times that she will have this feeling until the day I die.

I had my family take pictues of us because i wanted her to have a keepsake of her first 4th of July fireworks.  I told myself I wanted the pictures for her because she wont have any memory of this when she gets older.  But perhaps the one that needed the memories is not her, but me.  I wanted that memory of holding my daughter for her first firework show. I wanted the memory of wanting something for so long, and finally being able to have it.

I can’t lie..as the explosion of colors lit the night sky, I sat there with my daughter in my arms, with tears in my eyes.  Her eyes fixated on the sky, not knowing that she’s giving her dad the memories he always wanted.

Just the two of us

Well, actually 5 but for the sake of this blog I’ll just say the two of us.  I’m talking about me and my kick ass little daughter who is 2 1/2 months old.  This little girl is everything I’ve ever wanted in my life. Obviously I couldn’t have this little one by myself, I owe everything to my girlfriend.  For some reason, she figured I’d be a great guy to have a child with and here we are lol. People say that she looks like me, I think she has my eyes and my ears, but she has her moms lips and nose. I can’t wait for her to be able to crawl, walk, and talk but that will come with time.  Right now i’m just taking it all in and loving every minute of it. I look at her and wonder how some parents can purposely do harm to their child? You have this innocent little person who looks to you for food, love, and of course diaper changing. How can you bring yourself to harm them? Shit, she hit her head on my chin and i almost starting crying my damn self cause i felt bad.  I love my little girl more than anything in the world. I would die for her, and best believe, I’d kill to protect her. Untitled-1