thatcrazycajun: (activism)
In the last few years, an awful lot of people have found it needful to remove themselves from relationships with friends, lovers, family members, and others over differences in political views. And almost always, the ones removing themselves have been on the left, and the ones they’re removing themselves from have been on the right.

And the people on the right who find themselves being abandoned by people they’ve known and trusted for years, even decades, are decidedly NOT happy about it. And many of them complain about it in public, on social media and elsewhere. “Why do you have to stop talking to me just because I have a different political view than you do?” they wail. “Are you really going to let politics get in the way of friendship/family ties?” they lament. “For goodness' sake, it's just politics!” they squeal.

Some have even gone so far as to create and share memes about it: “Sam voted for Trump. Diane voted for Hillary. But they’re still friends, because they’re adults. Be like Diane.” The clear implication is that refusing to tolerate opposing views is childish, and that the differences should take a back seat to what really matters in life.

Well, here’s the thing: Too many people—not all of them, but an awful lot, on the right—treat political campaigns and issues as if they were sports teams and competitions. You cheer for your side, trash-talk the other side, and at the end of the game everyone goes home together. But politics isn’t sports. Unless you work for a sports team or a business affiliated with it, or you live near a stadium, the outcome of a football, baseball or basketball game has no effect whatsoever on your day-to-day life.

The same cannot be said for politics. Politics is far more consequential than any sporting match could ever be, because it’s about who runs our government and who gets to make public policy. And those policies and those elected officials affect all of our lives, every single day. But even then, some political differences can be transcended. I’m not necessarily going to stop talking to you because we disagree on how high taxes should be, for example, or where the city lines should be drawn…unless the effect of those policies hurts someone else for no good reason.

The problem, you see, is not difference of opinion per se, but degree and type of difference. It’s not that you have opposing ideas to mine; it’s about exactly what those ideas are. Disagree about whether pineapple belongs on pizza? That won’t drive us apart. Disagree about which political party runs up higher deficits? That one probably won’t, either. But as the great Black writer and speaker James Baldwin said, "We can disagree and still love each other unless your disagreement is rooted in my oppression and denial of my humanity and right to exist." (Emphasis added.)

If your disagreement with me is about whether LGBTQIA+ folks should be allowed to marry or adopt, or trans people should be allowed to exist and live as their chosen gender; about whether police should be allowed to kill Black people with impunity, especially unarmed Black people committing no crime; about whether a woman or girl should be forced to give birth to a child put into her by a sexually abusive relative or rapist; about whether immigrants without documentation should be thrown into camps and have their children ripped from them; or about whether children in school should be allowed to read certain books, or have to spend their classroom time in active-shooter drills…then you and I are going to have a serious problem, because I’m not about to let that sort of difference lie. Racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, bigotry, censorship and general assholery—those are all deal-breakers for me.

If you believe in policies or philosophy that actively harms someone else, or a group of people, for no reason other than your interpretation of a 2,000+-year-old book written by a bunch of long-dead men, or what your favorite politician or commentator said about them on TV, or your own prejudices or financial interest, then you are not the person I had thought you were. This goes to character, to conscience, to basic standards of human decency. And if you pal around with me one day and spew insults and threats to me or people who think like me online the next day, or drive around with "Fuck Joe Biden" or "Trump 2024" flags hanging out of your truck bed and honking your horn to piss off liberals, that’s evidence of you not being the sort of “good” person you like people to see you as. There isn’t “political you” and “real you”—there’s only you. The two behaviors are both part and parcel of the same person.

And if you support elected officials, political candidates or organizations who exhibit open cruelty to certain people or groups, who argue for policies that actively and objectively cause harm to those people or groups, who even engage in physical assault upon people they disagree with, or tolerate (or even cheer on) those who do…then you and I have differences a whole lot more serious than whether we’re fans of one sports team or another. And those differences are often very difficult, if not impossible, for me to reconcile with the good, kind, decent, generous person I remember knowing and/or growing up with.

So if you think you’re being unfairly ostracized by me or anyone else for your political beliefs, before you simply assume we’re childish jerks—especially if we haven’t insulted, belittled or otherwise injured you—maybe it’s time for you to take a closer, more critical look at the things you believe and the people and policies you support. Maybe it’s time for you to ask yourself if you’ve been propagandized by conservative “news” media, or influenced by the people you hang out with, and whether you’re still acting on what your parents (hopefully) taught you about right and wrong, good and evil, kindness and cruelty. Ask yourself why someone would need to distance themselves from you, purely to preserve their own sanity and peace of mind.

And that's why you aren’t hearing from your liberal/progressive friends any more.
thatcrazycajun: (New Orleans)
Well, [personal profile] maugorn has announced he is permanently leaving LiveJournal and moving his account here. He describes the environment of LJ under current ownership as less "a place of free expression" than "the home owned by a dysfunctional, controlling parent."

I haven't posted regularly to LJ myself in quite some while, so I haven't been aware of recent developments there; but Maugie is a longtime friend and I trust his judgment implicitly. So I'm following his lead, and all further posts that would have gone to LJ will be posted here instead from now on.

All posts currently on LJ will remain there, in case any of them are not accessible from here; but no new posts will be forthcoming. And I do need a place for longer posts that might be less appropriate on Facebook, Twitter or most of the other places I spend most of my social-media time these days. Plus, I have a number of friends who post here that are not on those other services, and frankly, I miss hearing from them.

I will try to remember to post more often here, and not deprive such not-on-FB/TW/etc. friends of such pleasure as they might find in hearing from me. If you're one of them, please put up a reply here and let me know how you're doing.
thatcrazycajun: (activism)
I wrote this song during the last administration. It may be gone, but its leader, may he rot in hell for several eternities, is not...and neither are his (far too many) followers, nor the ugly sentiments that inspired them. We still have work to do, which is why this song is (sadly) still relevant. Listen to it here:
"Never Again" Is Now
Lyrics back of the cut. )
thatcrazycajun: (super heroes)
Well, we finally got to binge-watch WandaVision. We enjoyed the heck out of it, BUT...
Spoilers back of the cut. Don't say you weren't warned. )
thatcrazycajun: (New Orleans)
I apologize to everyone for having neglected my posting here for so long (over three years...!!!). I've gotten into the habit of using Facebook rather than DW or LJ to share my annoying rants innermost thoughts with all of you, and I am trying to rectify that by posting here more often in future. (For those who haven't yet seen my FB page, it's here if you're interested.)

As you may have noticed, I've chosen a new DW theme for my page. I'm still trying it out, so this may be subject to immediate change without notice. Please feel free to let me know what you think.

How is everyone? Still unemployed here since last May when COVID killed my last job, but otherwise okay.
thatcrazycajun: (cake)
A very happy birthday to two of my longest-standing and dearest friends in fandom, ericavdg and [personal profile] otherdeb ! May you each have a great many more, and thank you for all your many kindnesses to me and mine.
Music: "Happy Birthday," The Arrogant Worms
thatcrazycajun: (filk music)
Just got to spend most of last weekend at our first Dragon Con since before moving overseas four years ago, and managed to get in a few hours of open filking on Sunday night, at the ungodly late start time of 1:00 AM (!!), before we had to go home and crash. D*C's filk track always seems to inspire me to write new stuff, and this time appears to have been no exception. The following is original, melody to follow.
A song about dragons for Dragon Con -- how big a coinkydink is that??? )
Here I stand, you slavers of Yunkai,
A western-born female who knows not her place;
None of you realize I speak your language
And know ev'ry insult you hurl at my face!
     Those you enslaved I have given their freedom;
     No more shall you sell their children for gold.
     My dragons all grown, a stark choice I give you:
     Live in my new world or die in your old!
[Repeat Chorus]

[Bridge] How far I've come from my Dragonstone home
             Through the waste and the great grassy sea,
             But ere I'm done, I shall go even further
             And all seven kingdoms will bow down before me!
 
Here I stand, you lords of Westeros,
The Mad King's sole daughter, before you and whole,
Come to reclaim what my father bequeathed me--
The Iron Throne Robert Baratheon stole.
     Already my forces march on King's Landing,
     Dragons soar high over Blackwater Bay,
     And not all your gold nor the walls of your castles
     Will keep you safe if you get in my way!
[Repeat Chorus 2x] ...And I shall be queen of the world that remains!
 
Original music and lyrics ©2017 and beyond by Matt G. Leger. Any use for profit requires prior written consent from the copyright holder(s) and payment of royalties per ASCAP/BMI standards; all other use and distribution freely permitted so long as this notice is retained unaltered. No infringement on existing copyrights is intended or should be inferred.
thatcrazycajun: Image of Matt with a rainbow facemask on (pic#)
This is just to let those of my friends who choose to post only here and have deleted their accounts on LiveJournal. or no longer use them, that I haven't forgotten them and intend to post in both locations going forward.
thatcrazycajun: (death)
For those not on Facebook: At approximately 10:00 am local time today, we finally made the unimaginably hard decision to free Ari the Humongous Orange Tabby™ from the pain and suffering of feline leukemia and help him take his last step over the Rainbow Bridge, with the aid of Dr. Barry Spencer, DVM at his clinic in Mbabane. He will be interred next to Rosita and his mother Lilith ("Lily" to us) in our back yard at some point within the next few days.

Ari had stopped eating altogether (his salivary glands had swollen massively, and I suspect kept him from swallowing anything but liquid) and barely moved at all the past few days, so we reluctantly decided it was time. May he, Rosie and his mother romp together forever in the Elysian Catnip Fields...and thanks to all who expressed kind thoughts and sympathy in his last days.

At least he is now finally free of pain...and just like that, we are now a totally cat-free household (for now, anyway). Below is a shot of Ari in his prime (and at his top weight, 22 lbs.[!!]) a few years back in Atlanta, when he and I were bunkmates while Songbird and the girls were living in Kenya.

thatcrazycajun: (filk music)

For those who don't do Facebook, here's a link to my newest filk, which I can't believe nobody else has thought of yet...
Should We Stay Or Should We Go? (The Brexit Song)
(I'm gonna assume most of you reading have heard the original song by The Clash. If by some chance you haven't [in which case you're either too young to remember it or just amazingly culturally deprived], Google/YouTube is your friend.)

thatcrazycajun: (filk music)
My own farewell to a certain companion. )
thatcrazycajun: Image of Matt with a rainbow facemask on (Gandhi)
Out here in Mbabane, the US Embassy today marked the annual celebration of Earth Day by holding a free public screening of photographer James Balog's ground-breaking, jaw-dropping 2012 documentary, Chasing Ice. I was one of the heart-breakingly few who actually showed up for it...and was utterly, completely, abso-fucking-lutely blown away by the incredible true story of Balog's quest to visually document the effects of greenhouse gases on the climate by founding the Extreme Ice Survey.
Cut for length and rantiness. )
thatcrazycajun: (death)
One of my favorite funny people is gone. Comedian, voice artist, advertising creative and musician Stan Freberg has died in a Santa Monica, CA hospital of pneumonia at 88. The New York Times has an obit here.

Many of the best recordings played over the years on Dr. Demento's radio program were Stan's, including his masterful takedown of holiday-season commercialism, "Green Chri$tma$." Together with such talents as the late Daws Butler, Mel Blanc, June Foray and Billy May, he gleefully bit the corporate hand that fed him, both in the advertising he created for clients such as Chun King frozen foods and Sunsweet prunes and in his own shows on radio and TV and satirical records such as Stan Freberg Presents the United States of America, Volumes I and II. You can read more about his career in his autobiography, It Only Hurts When I Laugh, in hardcover but now probably out of print. And he went on to influence a number of other artists, including "Weird Al" Yankovic ,"the great" Luke Ski and even the Beatles.

Deepest sympathies to his widow Hunter, his son and daughter, and all the rest of his family, friends, colleagues and fans. And to Mr. Freberg himself, thank you for a lifetime of laughter.
thatcrazycajun: (death)
Three weeks ago, one of science fiction and fantasy fandom's hardest-working, kindest, funniest and most precious people, Peggy Rae Sapienza, entered the Inova Heart & Vascular Institute in Falls Church, VA for surgery and treatment. Yesterday, she died there at the age of 70.

She was one of the first friends I made in northeastern US fandom, way back in the late 1980s when I left my home state of Louisiana for good. I was one of many she cajoled into doing stuff for whatever club, convention or other fanac with which she was involved (usually artwork, in my case) and, as one of her many mourners notes today, it was simply impossible to say no to her.

Best-selling sfnal author John Scalzi has a far more eloquent tribute to her than I could ever muster, posted at his blog here. (UPDATE, 3/25: The web-based version of Mike Glyer's long-running fanzine File 770 has an even better one here.) The last I saw of them was at Loncon 3 (last year's Worldcon) in London, England, UK last August, and neither of them looked any the worse for wear (though John was riding a scooter to get up and down that gawdawful long hall, and I for one did not blame him in the slightest).

My deepest and most heartfelt sympathies to her husband John, her children and all the rest of her family, her friends uncountable, her fellow SMOFs and all the fans she served so tirelessly as a mentor. Wherever your questing soul may be, Peggy Rae, I hope you know that you are loved and missed more than you can possibly imagine.
thatcrazycajun: (death)
After several reports on the web, The New York Times has confirmed it: Actor, director, author, photographer and singer Leonard Nimoy has died at age 83 of end-stage chronic obstructive pulmonary disease at his Los Angeles, CA home. The full story is here.

Most of you reading this already know what a significant figure he was in my life and why, so I won't bother rehashing his career and achievements here. I only wish I'd finally gotten to meet him before this sad day. Deepest sympathies to his widow Susan and the rest of his family, friends, colleagues and fans...and thank you, sir, wherever your soul may now be.
thatcrazycajun: Image of Matt with a rainbow facemask on (television)

For those like me who wish for a bit more closure to the story of one of the most beloved characters ever to grace the small screen. Dedicated, with the greatest of love and respect, to the memory of Nicholas Courtney.
Doctor Who: Endings )

thatcrazycajun: (filk music)

Credit [livejournal.com profile] sffilk with the inspiration for this: he asked on Facebook whether there was filk at MidSouthCon, and I replied instinctively to the effect that if there wasn't already, there would be if at least two filkers showed up. Then I wondered publicly whether this obvious logical follow-up had been committed by anyone else yet, and he was foolish enough to say "No." Soooo...

Hoping Noel Stookey doesn't strangle me... )

thatcrazycajun: Image of Matt with a rainbow facemask on (beard)
Transcribed verbatim from the FBI.gov website:
Wanted: Santa Claus )
thatcrazycajun: (death)
This happened way back on August 19th, and somehow I missed hearing about it until now. Don Pardo, arguably television's most legendary announcer and one of the most memorable voices of my childhood, died that day at the impressive age of 96, peacefully in his sleep of undisclosed causes. The New York Times, newspaper of record in the city where he did most of his work, has an obit here.

Most people these days remember him as the voice of NBC's Saturday Night Live, on which he served until the end of its 39th season last year. Some of us are old enough to remember hearing him in his earlier best-known gig, as announcer on the original Jeopardy! with Art Fleming for 11 years on the same network. ("Weird Al" Yankovic is another one of us who remembers, as he proved some while back by inviting Pardo to do a cameo in his now-classic song parody and video, "I Lost On Jeopardy!" back in the 1980s.) But his career goes all the way back to the late 1930s and radio as well as early TV, almost all of it with the Peacock.

He was the voice of NBC in much the same way the late Ernie Anderson was for ABC ("The Luuuuuve Boat!") They both had distinctive voices and styles, and both introduced me to a great deal of the entertainment I had on the tube growing up. Belated sympathies to his five children, five grandkids and three great-grandkids, and thanks.

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