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Of stupid movies and people who make them look smart

Despite heavy promotion the "thriller" movie Snakes on a Plane pretty much bombed at the box office. After all, the premise was just so undeniably stupid...getting snakes onto a plane, the snakes getting loose and terrifying the passengers. First of all, nobody on earth would be stupid enough to transport a large number of snakes by plane. And they CERTAINLY wouldn't do it in carry-on luggage. Well, nobody other than Yahia Rahim Tulba...hard to believe this smuggling genius got caught.

Now, I am no smuggler, nor do I portray one on tv. However, considering some of the past animal smugglers that have gotten caught, I think I can safely say I will never be caught smuggling animals by any of the following catch-phrases:

"Ma'am, I hear splashing coming from your legs. Please lift your skirt so I can catch you smuggling fish on your thighs."
"Ma'am, I hear flapping. Please remove your coat so I can catch you smuggling parrots at your waist."
"Sir, you luggage seems to be wriggling. Please open it so I can catch you smuggling snakes in your carry-on."

The one way they might catch me is, "Sir, I hear trumpeting. Please remove your hat so I can catch you smuggling an elephant on your head."

Here we go again...

A couple months ago there was a real rash of bizarre smugglers...the woman caught when her dress was "splashing" who was smuggling koi through the airport, the woman whose coat was flying who was smuggling parrots through the airport, the guy whose bag was squirming who was smuggling snakes through the airport...seems like there were 3 or 4 others. Then it died down. We had not hear any of that stuff...well, a couple days ago there was the guy smuggling snake skins, but those weren't live animals.

It was kind of sad, really. Did people suddenly stop loving animals so much that there was no point to smuggling? Or did they just start using their brains? Or, instead of having stuff that splashed and squawked and wriggled did they just switch to more sedentary animals?

For instance, iguanas rarely move. So if you could hide an iguana on your person it seems likely you could smuggle one safely through an airplane. I mean, really, how could that go wrong? About the only way you could get caught would be if the iguana randomly decided to peak out of your bra...

Look in the bag. Its a bird! Its a fish! It's...another stupid smuggler

So I wrote about the woman arrested for smuggling fish because they made "splashing sounds". I figured I had written the dumbest piece on animal smuggling you would ever see...yes, that one topped the alligators. Then I had to write about the woman smuggling parrots with their beaks taped and their wings flapping. Surely after these three geniuses the animal smuggling trade would be dying down.

After all, if you can hear the animal you can probably find it and if it is hidden when you hear it then it is probably not supposed to be transported by you.

Fortunately, Dragos Radovic found a way around that. He knew his animals might move and make noise...so he just picked one that, should he be caught, would be invisible. Little did he know other people still could see a chameleon even if it did change its colors...hard to believe he got caught. After all, there were only 175 of them...how could those be noticed?

How to smuggle an animal

We all know animal smuggling is difficult. You can be found out with just the smallest thing going awry...splashing sounds when smuggling fish, squawking when smuggling parrots, moving bags when smuggling snakes...or my personal favorite, and I can only assume the smuggler is an ex-clown...getting caught when alert police somehow discover you have 2 cows and 2 goats in your Fiat.

Little Known Historical Fact: The mafia wrote the Star-Spangled Banner

Have you ever gone to a sporting event and wondered why the Star Spangled Banner and wondered why it is sung? What, exactly, does patriotism have to do with a mid-season game between the 27-80 Seattle mariners and the moribund 22-84 Arizona Diamondbacks?

I am here to answer that for you.

Every time the Star-Spangled Banner is sung, royalties are paid. They are paid to the outfit that wrote it...the Mafia.

Oh, sure, some of you are rolling your eyes, but lets go through the song a bit, and soon it will be self-evident to you, too, that the Star-Spangled Banner is their anthem.


Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light

The Mafia is known...well known...for doing their work in the midnight hour. One individual, whose name has been lost to history but is widely believed to be "Seh" (pronounced "say"), observed such an event. The day before he was to testify in court and identify the scalawag who perpetrated the injustice, he was taken out and...I do not want to be too graphic here with this story involving a knife and an eyeball, but the question was asked, "Oh, Seh, can you still see?"

What so proudly we hailed at the twilights' last gleaming

The Mafia was, as might be expected, heavily involved in the tea smuggling trade. The British were on the lookout for the smugglers, who developed a complex series of signs and countersigns to protect themselves.

After one particularly grueling smuggling trip, previously deemed impossible, one small Mafia foray got safely through with every bit of tea and were justifiably satisfied with their accomplishment. Eschewing their normal silent exchange of signs, confident they had eluded their pursuers, they yelled to the camp, a habit known as "hailing". This incident occurred just as the last of the sun's rays slipped from the sky...known as the twilights last gleaming.

Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight

O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming

When caught in their various underhanded enterprises, Mafia members were subjected to the lash. Of course, they did not refer to it as the lash...a Mafioso who had kept the code of silence throughout his punishment would talk about "I stood 30 stripes".

Often, those who stood the stripes commemorated the event by getting a tattoo, generally one star per ten lashes. When the tattoos were still fresh, they were much more colorful or "bright"and, being in the shape of a star, were naturally referred to as bright stars.

One group, recently starred and standing to their stripes, were rescued in a bitter street fight with the Redcoats, and even as the blood streamed down their back, they fought valiantly against their erstwhile captors, the event being immortalized in song.

And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,

Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there

While smuggling tea was a major component of their "business", it was ale to which they repaired, drunk out of flagons. In the song, they shortened the word to flag, indicating they were willing to fight so long as a good bout of drinking awaited them.

O say does that star spangled banner yet wave?

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave

Those Mafioso who were captured would, upon release from prison, be granted a flag with a star for each stripe or prison year served, making them untouchable in the underworld, what would later be called "made men".

If they kept the code, they were now free and brave, and the measure of their success was remaining so while flying the stars and stripes over their business, often in secretive ways discernible only to those who knew what to look for.

Thus, to find a mafia who had the stars and stripes, one would look for the star spangled banner flying over their location.

It is important to note a few things. First, they were the worst, most violent, despicable men imaginable, engaged in every criminal, immoral, unethical pursuit.

Second, there was of course no Mafia at the time...I simply used that phrase throughout so you would have a point of reference. They were highly organized, desperate criminal characters and not worthy of any praise.

Third, they are still with us today. We call them Congress.



















The joke ended there. In a vain attempt to actually provide some sort of redeeming value to this post, I have included all the lyrics for your amazement and amusement.


Here are the lyrics in toto


Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thru the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream:
Tis the star-spangled banner: O, long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!


And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand,
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust"
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Federal Prison, Sex or Death?

http://www.orlandosentinel.com/news/local/state/orl-bk-prison062106,0,53003.story?coll=orl-lifestyle-col
I always feel better when I can start a post off with an Eddie Izzard reference. Dude (dudette?) is hilarious. Be that as it may, I am not sure whether to laugh or cry about this story. Let me summarize: corrupt guards trade smuggled items for sex and silence. Feds find out. Feds investigate. Feds come to arrest guard at the prison. Gunfire ensues. 1 guard, 1 investigator die.
Now, let's analyze this a little bit. The guard, if actually guilty (remember, you can't SAY he is lest you be sued for slander), traded money and influence for sex. So already he is a winner. Couldn't get it from anybody better than a prisoner? What, your town has no hookers? Cheaper, safer, less likely to get caught...you so ugly nobody will date you? I am confused here. Anyway, he has no option if he wants sex other than smuggling, bribing, and abusing his authority. Okay, I guess I kind of get that.
One of 6 dudes involved in this ring (allegedly) sees them coming for him, looks at his options. Let's see, he can go to jail, probably get out on bail pretty quickly, get a good lawyer, and either get off or probably get a minimal sentence. Or...he can shoot it out and die.
Smuggling, sex, death...hope it was worth it.

Apparently the smurfs were busy that weekend

Seems many British passengers making the mistake of transporting cash and valuables in their luggage are coming up short at the end of their journeys. Yet nobody enters or leaves the baggage compartments for the duration of the journeys. Is it the work of evil smurfs (the very best kind of smurf, by the way)? Is it the work of someone using sporks to tunnel in and out? Or is someone smuggling midgets...err, dwarves...err...little people....err, stature-challenged individuals in hidden in luggage, having these under-height human beings scope out the luggage and remove the good stuff, then hide in their baggage again and making a haul?

I have a guess....

Since drugs are on the decline...

One overlooked victim group in the drug wars is the mules. These people dedicate their lives to moving drugs from one location to the other. With nation after nation cracking down on drugs there have been new and creative ways to move them that don't involve mules.

(for the uninitiated, "mule" is a term for the people who are not really part of the syndicate but only are involved in transporting the drugs)

So the mules are looking for other things to do. Only problem is they have to find new ways to operate. For example, one method of transporting cocaine is to make pellets of it wrapped in condoms which they then swallow and transport in their stomach. Once they arrive in their destination country they are taken to small hotels where they wait until the pellets pass through their system, retrieve them and the drugs are then repackaged and sold.

This is much more difficult to do when you are smuggling crocodiles....

Is that a monkey under your blouse or are you just happy to see me?

I know we all feel safer due to the restrictions instituted at airports (insert eyeroll here). 

I mean, it is so pleasant to take off your shoes and belt knowing it is really an exercise in futility and pointlessness that stops only the stupidest of terrorists and annoys everyone else. Oh, and may not even stop the stupidest terrorists...now might be a good time to point out that in the last week I have spoken myself to two people who inadvertently carried illegal pocket knives onto planes when they forgot to remove them from their pants pockets...and did not set off the alarms. Yeah, nice system, TSA.

So clearly, all the extra time we waste at the airport helps us feel safer. Helps, that is, assuming we are moronic, incompetent goobers ourselves who have no comprehension of the real situation.

But there is an upside. The enhanced "security" has led to an uptick in catching people smuggling. A simple search of past writings on this blog alone reveals smugglings of a midget,277 parrots, 2 each of cows and goats (on a bicycle!), iguanas in both an artificial leg and a bra, snakes on a plane ironically enough,  175 chameleons, crocodiles, fish, and so forth. 

Now, I know you would think they had about ran the gamut of, ah, brilliant ways to smuggle animals from country to country. No, my friend, you underestimate the boredom that occurs when people live in places like Spokane, Washington. 

Since there is essentially nothing to do there except look out the window at huge piles of filthy snow or perhaps dream of moving, people have the time to get creative. 

Take Gypsy Lawson, for example. She and her mom like monkeys, apparently. Specifically, they like Thailand rhesus monkeys. How fun would it be to own one?

Oh, sure, it would be illegal...but that is beside the point! Think of how FUN it would be.

So they flew over to Thailand. Then they came back to the U.S.

Funny thing. When she was in Thailand, Gypsy got pregnant. I mean really, really pregnant. So pregnant that it showed.


How on earth was such a clever plan foiled? I am mystified. And for once, my helpful "Crime Planning for Safety Service" has no help for her.

My New New Years Resolution

Now, most people resolving to change their life in maniacally massive ways traditionally select January 1st to make promises they will keep until approximately January 3rd.

I, of course, waited until today.

There are many things I **should** change...diet comes to mind. More fruits and vegetables, fewer pizzas. We all know that ain't gonna happen. More running, less card playing. Uh...yeah, I will get back to you on that one. Less Weird Al, more "real" music...I am not even gonna dignify that one with a remark...

but none of those are the change I plan to make. No, my change is much better, much more important, and much more common.

I herewith resolve to, in the future, personally train all fish I intend to smuggle not to make "flipping noises" and thus keep myself out of trouble in all my fish smuggling cases.

Its a Nguyen Nguyen situation

http://www.theadvertiser.news.com.au/common/story_page/0,5936,17435269%255E421,00.html
You may not realize it, but the title for tonights post is actually very funny. Because sometimes I am a sad, sad, pathetic individual, I am going to explain it to you. Van Tuong Nguyen is of course the Australian executed by Singapore for packing heroin. The day after his execution the Australian government passed down the sentence on his brother they held off on for 4 years while Van Nguyen was waiting for execution. The pronunciation of "Nguyen", one of the 3 most popular names in Vietnam, is "win".
Now, if you think that joke was sad and pathetic, go read the comments in the link. This particular line of inquiry led to several comments and I think it is important enough to persue a little bit, so here goes some free associating. Strange how this has gone from me just posting random brain smurf to sometimes a real conversation...
In my mind drug trafficing verges on being violent. The products they distribute can only ever harm...a mind-altering substance does not "expand your mind" as the 60s experimenters would have you believe but warps your sense of reality, inhibits your brain from its natural functions, and often enough results in brain damage and even death. Remember Len Bias? And that is just an off the cuff, no thought required suggestion.
However, is smuggling heroin worthy of death? One person suggested mitigating circumstances...and if you followed Nguyen's story you know that his defense attorneys made that exact claim that he was essentially forced into his actions by corrupt pushers...is there any other kind?
I do not know enough about his case, but what I do know is some of the comments I linked to are downright stupid. "This young man has made a mistake through good but misguided intentions." I don't know what you know about heroin but I can tell you this...there are no good intentions involving it. If you are selling, distributing, taking, etc....you have no good intentions.
Then again, the gleeful "lets declare it a holiday so people see what drugs do" crack back of another individual seems cold, heartless, and just as naive in its own way.
Rod misses the point and compares automobile accidents to criminal executions. One is, uhm, an accident while the other is a punishment. And for those of you keeping score at home, I just revealed part of my bias. I believe capital punishment IS a punishment...NOT a deterrent.

From: KateComment: It's completely barbaric... and in the long run the only people that will really suffer is the innocent family left behind.
And here is a fine example of acting on emotion instead of intellect. His brother is an offender granted leniency due to Van Tuong's situation. That is innocent? Sometimes we hurry too quickly to find innocence where there is none.

Sally points out her nephew received no honor or minute of silence after his 1st shot of heroin killed him.
Several people embarrass themselves by resorting to cheap name-calling such as "bleeding hearts". What does this accomplish?
Meanwhile, remember:Australia started as a penal colony; the national awareness of criminal background is a constant counterpoint to daily life.
But perhaps the most poignant, most insightful, most important comment was this:
From: MattComment: No formal tribute or minute's silence is appropriate. While I'm strongly opposed to the death penalty and believe Nguyen does not deserve to die, he is still a drug trafficker who committed a very serious crime in a country where he knew the penalty was death. He may be the victim of a legal system we believe to be unjust, but he is not a hero. Dare I suggest a minute's silence for the 1000 people who died in concentration-style camps in Northern Uganda this week? And the week before that. And the week before that ...

Hidden bias

I have been watching with some interest the interplay between Singapore and Australia over the fate of drug smuggler Khoa Nguyen. CNN of course has always blatantly displayed their view on many things...here is a hidden version. Go here:
http://edition.cnn.com/2005/WORLD/asiapcf/11/30/australia.singapore.ap/
Did you see the poll? Did you notice the bias?
Who said drug smuggling was a non-violent crime? Rightly or wrongly, that is a value judgment that ignores great deals of destruction. It is implicitly making a statement that will affect the outcome of the poll and as such is quite biased.
A caveat...I believe bias is not always a bad thing, even in media presentation. I just think it should be pointed out when it is subtle.

Of giant shirts and stupid commericals

My weight has been fluctuating wildly lately. By wildly I mean somewhere in the neighborhood of 30 pound swings. I mean a high of 265 and a low of somewhere around 235. It is so bad my scale just got licensed as dual purpose…scale and trampoline. Apparently weighing me qualifies it for both.
As a result of this weight fluctuation I need to buy “roomy” clothes…like, the shirt I have right now is probably best described as “voluminous” even when I am at the top end of the weight trampoline so you can only imagine what it looks like now that I am on the downside of 250. Parachute for Mini-Me comes to mind. Too bad I don’t know Mr. Troyer.
Actually, it makes it hard to walk. If there is any sort of wind when I am walking down the street I get little kids running up to me saying, “It’s Kite-Man!” Of course, there can be only one response to that sort of crack back. I calmly look at the kids and say, with all the seriousness I can muster, “I like frogs”.
Of course, that exchange hearkens back a few years to a time when PGE ruled the (electric) world in Portland and the surrounding environs and still felt the need to advertise. I guess it was about power line safety or something…to be honest, once Kite Man made his appearance and some irrelevant extra, probably in the commercial because he was related somehow to the commercial director or something, uttered that bizarre line…seriously, “I like frogs” relates to electricity or kite safety how? Well, once that bit of nonsense was out of the way, I really did not pay to much attention to the commercial.
Then again, I still wonder exactly why PGE felt the need to advertise. After all, due to the nature of electrical lines, they did have a monopoly…if you wanted electricity, you had to use PGE. Or maybe they were looking to pick up the rednecks who still thought of indoor plumbing as a modern marvel they anticipated getting in the near future. The flaw in that otherwise brilliant theory is as follows: if they did not have electricity already, how on earth were they going to see this commercial? I can only think of two ways. One would be banners on the backs f all the frogs the kid was catching. The other would be streamers behind kites.
How I got distracted from a rant on my disability regarding selecting properly sized garments remains beyond the threshold of my intellect. I note the same thing happening with my jeans. One day I look like they got painted on, a couple days later if I don’t tighten my belt they are flopping around my ankles. This curious occurrence leads to thoughts of unfortunate water retention issues. Or perhaps I am just smuggling cellulite, hard to say. Well, easy to say…just strike your tongue against the back of your teeth, then drop it behind your front bottom teeth…cell comes out and once ulite arrives the word is spoken and what could be easier than that? So it is easy to say…but hard to master the concept.
That reminds me of all the games that used to advertise themselves with phrases like that. “It takes minutes to learn, a lifetime to master.” I think they have a bizarre fascination with mastering things. You can never master a stair…at some point you shall become aged and decrepit and go bombing down the stair bereft of your cane/walker/etc.
Which leads to another random thought; why are people sorry to go into wheelchairs? Then someone else gets they joy of pushing you around. Less effort is expended in motoring from place to place. The indisputable fact you no linger WISH to motor to many of these places is beside the point. I look forward to the day I can hide a can of mace in my little baggy hanging off the front of my wheelchair. Who will ever suspect me of perpetrating vile crimes against my fellow man? I am a figure of sympathy, confined to my wheelchair to young.
How many shows had that as a plot point in the 40s, 50s and 60s? Someone, always coincidentally a criminal mastermind, would be a sympathetic figure, confined to a wheelchair…until, of course, the dramatic finale in which they would miraculously rise from the symbol of their incapacitation to attempt to elude the brilliant detective who saw through their deception to solve the fascinating crime of the half hour.
It seems like a lot of media driven shows have these and similar plot holes. Here is a silly question; why has no “secure” location ever, even once, thought to block off the heating ducts? Professional, trained military and para-military personnel seem blind to the dangers of an open heating duct.
I always suspend my disbelief when watching a movie but there is a difference at some point between suspending your disbelief and suspending your intelligence. Just as you must have suspended your intelligence to make it all the way to the end of this wandering rant on a variety of nonsense.

Desert Patrol, 1932, Bob Steele

There are two villains in Desert Patrol. The first one introduced is in the opening scenes when "Apache Joe" captures and murders a Texas Ranger. The depiction of Native Americans is as follows:
He wears black, early Hollywood Code for outlaws. This is matched by the black worn by Rand, the "brains" end of the outlaw gang and by Steele changing from white clothes to black when he goes undercover.
Apache Joe is called a "loco half breed" which brings the response that he is touchy about his heritage. The insinuation is that being half Indian somehow makes him inferior. It is clear that having an Indian heritage is something to be ashamed of. Later on it is mentioned he wears beads on his vest because his mother was a squaw...a comment that leads to him knocking down Drury, who has had a change of heart and no longer wishes to be an outlaw.
Thus heritage as being an Indian is coded to be something to be embarrassed and ashamed of. The only Native American in the film is a heartless, cruel criminal who keeps others in crime through intimidation and savagery.
A secondary theme is his lack of intelligence. When someone suggests removing Rand from the picture and running the entire smuggling operation them selves, he demures; "We will leave the brain work to him and stick with what we know" which seems to be hanging out guarding some unnamed smuggled goods, intimidation, and not much else.
A final piece in his character is his nature. He is cold, brutal, intimidating, willing to torture, and, as one man refers to him, "He is worse than bull headed. He's an insane savage."
Thus this movie has nothing positive to say about Apache Joe, the half-breed. No sympathetic or neutral images are portrayed. At the same time, it did establish him as an important member in a leadership role. Since this is the first movie reviewed for Dreamcatchers, it is too early to tell if that is a positive or a negative.