Finally the new season of that old series is about to resume. Conceivably a more momentous event than any football game (though I must admit I feel a twinge of heresy in that statement), Saturday, 24 November 2007 marks the emergence of the next chapter of Battlestar Galactica.

After having watching all three previous seasons on DVD over a period of about a week, I was hooked on this show. My only real gripe was that they replaced Starbuck (remember Face from the A-Team…that guy) with a woman. Not that this particular woman is horrible in the role, actually she is quite convincing, but if they wanted to add a female counterpart to a womanizing Starbuck (which is more than a little confusing, because in the original show there weren’t that many women), they should have just added another character. Bastards. Anyway, Razor is supposed to give the new show even more of an edge, and I hope; engage the minds of millions of Americans.

It is sad when you have to turn to a television show based in an entirely fictional world in an attempt to force people to think about what it is they are doing. Nevertheless, it is happening with more and more regularity these days. Very sad.

Some of the topics explored in Razor are the same that have been present since the shows’ inception a few years back, the sustaining and the destructive power of religion, the driving, absolute will to survive, mercy and ruthlessness, all of the things that our own country is slogging through right now. I guess perhaps it is easier for people to look at a television series and point out critical, societal flaws than it is to scrutinize their own society and find, to their horror, the very same flaws and problems.

So if you are planning to watch the show this Saturday, enjoy and remember, all stories generally find their origins in the nations we call home every day. Oh, and one more thing…the season does not actually start until April of 2008. I hate waiting.

At least her family is trying to ensure that her ghost will never, ever, find peace. Sorry, pathetic, whimpering fucking fools. This time they are bitching about how she is referred to these days, they do not like the term ‘brain dead’. Ahhh…you still have not managed to move on and live your lives for what they should be and not what they once were. How sad.

People, especially Schiavo’s family, here is the word from the Pickled Jester, and as usual, I suspect some people will find offense here, and that is kind of the point because most people don’t learn without being affronted. The word, as I was saying before I interrupted myself, is that SHE IS FUCKING DEAD!!! Move on! Get over it! Reconcile the fucking loss and live your goddamn lives! She is dead people, D-E-A-fucking-D DEAD!

And for the record, no she was not technically brain dead prior to the plug being pulled, but she was fucking close enough! Semantics will not kill the fucking pain you imbeciles, so get over it and stop letting public opinion of the matter rule your lives and dishonor her memory. Pricks. By the way, though, did I mention she is dead? You know, not fucking alive anymore…no pulse, no breathing, and no functioning fucking organs…that kind of dead. This means, technically, she is fucking brain dead! Like all dead people.

Grow up, get over it and live your lives. Stupid, apathetic, whining, useless fucking right wing assholes.

Out.

I was going to rant and rave about the more recent taser incidents, but after finding nothing but obscenity appearing on the screen I decided a graphic representation was more in line.  If you click on the image it will take you to the full size image, which is free to use, whenever, where ever, and for what ever reason you see fit.

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