Why shouldn't I work for the NSA? That's a tough one. But I'll take a shot. Say I'm working at the NSA, and somebody puts a code on my desk, something no one else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cuz I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East, and once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels are hiding. Fifteen hundred people that I never met, never had no problem with, get killed. Now the politicians are saying, "Oh, send in the marines to secure the area", 'cuz they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, getting shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number got called, 'cuz they were pulling a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some kid from Southie over there taking shrapnel in the ass. He comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cuz he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so that we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the little skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. They're taking their sweet time bringing the oil back, of course, maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin' play slalom with the icebergs, it ain't too long till he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy's out of work. He can't afford to drive, so he's walking to the fuckin' job interviews, which sucks because the shrapnel in his ass is giving him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starving 'cuz every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they're serving is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I'm holding out for something better. I figure: fuck it, while I'm at it why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected President.
Another thing I like about what he said is how it almost seems prophetic towards a lot of what is going on in the world right now. Keep in mind that this movie was made in 1997, so it preceded George W. Bush, predated the Gulf War II (or whatever this war will be officially called one day), and as of this coming summer he's got the gas prices almost dead on.
Aside:I also know I do a lot of good for people that are in other industries that help people. It's just sometimes I just try to fix things, and most of the time I don't know who I'm helping or why. I worry because if you break something down small enough then people will never see what they're doing as wrong.
Okay, on to lighter topics
MOVIES!
So I'm really excited about the movies coming out this summer (and Harry Potter 6 on July 16), so here are a couple of trailers to what I think will be my favorites:
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
The greatest movie trailer ever! If you haven't read this book yet, you should. It's the most random piece of writing ever, I love Douglas Adams.
Kingdom of Heaven
Knights in shining armor, beautiful princesses, battling with 'S-words'... As a kid I always wished I could grow up in this period, felt displaced in today's world. Knights and castles rock!
Speaking of being a kid, my favorite books are about to become a series of movies! Keep your fun hat on, cause this December it's coming to theatres.
The Chronicles of Narnia
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