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Something for the occasion?
Ever since I discovered Electro Swing, I’ve been hopelessly obsessed. What I didn’t expect to find was Electro Swing RAP! Once I came across that, I knew what I had to do.
Prohibition Swing is one of my all time favourites, and though it isn’t actually rap, few others by Lyre Le Temps are! Looking Like This is another favourite by them and it’s what got me associating the rap section of the genre with Parappa in the first place. The lead singer for this group reminds me of Parappa a lot, he sounds like he could voice him, in my opinion lol
The gimmick for this artwork is that it’s a musical prohibition instead of an alcoholic one~ Protect child characters
I hope you enjoy it, guys. Thank you once again, I couldn’t have gotten this far without you!!
The following was originally read live at The Paper Machete, Chicago’s live magazine.
Early Tuesday morning, at a time when any decent person was either sleeping or flicking their bean to drawings of slutty fox boys on Tumblr, President-Elect Trump was engaged in masturbation of a different kind: shitposting on Twitter. The focus of his latest red-hot diarrheal spew, of course, was flag burning. “Nobody should be allowed to burn the American flag,” he wrote. “If they do, there must be consequences, perhaps loss of citizenship or year in jail!”
Now, in this room of progressive iconoclasts, all of whom have been filled to the brim with political resentment and rage for about a month now, the correct response to Trump’s statement is a foregone conclusion. But you’re not getting the incendiary money shot yet. First, you’re getting a history lesson.
And so, in 1897, the first laws banning flag desecration were passed. These laws prohibited “mutilating, defacing, defying or casting contempt” against Betsy Ross’ favorite textile. Never mind that flags weren’t actually being burned or desecrated at all, at the time. Flag Desecration Statues sprouted up across the states, enshrining the star-spangled banner in a protective barrier that, by its very existence, implied the symbol was under attack.
These laws turned the flag into an icon both of American freedom, and of the exact line where that freedom ends. The message was clear: America is perfect, and you are free…to do anything but contradict the first half of that sentence. It was following the passage of these statues that flag burning began to appear, in protest of the laws themselves.
In a 5–4 majority that somehow included Antonin Scalia (RIP, I guess), the court overturned Johnson’s conviction. Justice William Brennan wrote that“government cannot carve out a symbol of unity and prescribe a set of approved messages to be associated with that symbol”. This rendered unconstitutional all laws banning desecration of the flag. And despite numerous Congressional attempts at passing new bans, torching Old Glory has remained legal ever since.
Which brings us back to Trump. It’s easy to scoff at his threat to jail or strip the citizenship of flag burners, but don’t let your scorn seduce you into complacency. What Trump is proposing might be illegal, but it has teeth: flag burning bans are, and have always been, incredibly popular. Though every attempt at a national flag burning ban has failed, it’s always come close. In 2006, a flag burning amendment failed to pass in the Senate by just one vote. That Amendment had bipartisan support and was co-sponsored by Hillary Clinton.
Don’t be lulled by the inanity of Trump’s comments — and don’t mistake them for a distracting red herring, either. They’re a canary in the coal mine– and we’re all facing a very real threat of asphyxiation. The country that Trump famously claimed was no longer “great” is now, somehow, beyond reproach. His supporters, brash and loud as they might be, would love to see speech that offends them snuffed out.
This struggle is bigger than policy or individual politicians, though — it’s a conflict about the nature of America itself. Will we be a country forever capable of self-critique — no matter how unpleasant, inflammatory, and offensive — or will we hide all contempt behind superficially good feelings like nationalism, patriotism, and pride?
Flag burning is reviled because it is implicitly violent. It’s destructive, it’s dismissive, it’s negative. It’s not respectful or simpering. It’s the exact opposite of supplicating in the name of “unity”. It’s difficult to deal with. And in the US, we have a long and storied history of shoving “difficult” people into internment camps, reservations, mental institutions, and prisons, and burying “difficult” ideas under a deluge of red, white, and blue niceties.
With each act of speech, or silencing, we vote for the kind of nation we want to live in. Every time we tell someone to be polite, to rephrase their position, to change their tone, to pray for unity, or to stop discussing upsetting topics at the Thanksgiving table we are voting for a more passive, cowed, superficially “nice” America. Every time we organize, bitch, moan, start arguments, send letters, call a spade a spade and an alt-right activist a Nazi, we are voting for a more turbulent, fiery America. But fuck, at least it’s an honest one.
At our best, we are a nation of immigrants, escaped slaves, refugees, suffragettes, striking workers, and other unpleasantly candid voices. At our worst, we are a deadly quiet, eerily beautiful plantation where no fuss is made and human bodies are exchanged and owned under a veneer of politesse. If this country can be made great, it won’t be by sentimentally gazing at old relics through a sepia filter. It will be by shining a bright, burning hot light of scrutiny upon the flag, at all times, letting the truth burn and purge its most toxic threads away.
Ash, after all, is high in nitrogen. It makes for nourishing soil, fertile to new growth.
Thanks to the staff of the Green Mill, stage manager Leah Munsey, and host Chris Piatt for their confidence in & support of this choice. Thanks to JC for the pics.
Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and then on not-so very special day, I sat down at my type-writer and I wrote down our story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. But most importantly, a story about love. A love that will live forever. The end.
so i’ve been reading rucka’s BEFORE THE AWAKENING which is a pretty entertaining little book written by greg rucka with a bunch of backstory for the new trio and boy howdy let me tell ya:
- finn has a little posse of four friends he hangs out with. FN-2199 is called Nines, FN-2000 is called Zeroes, and FN-2003 is called ‘Slip’. anyway they all train together and are buddies as cadets and stuff
- FN-2003 is called Slip because he’s always slipping behind. eh? eh? GET IT? he’s like the worst. he’s terrible. finn tries to help him. like poor slip is just slow and clumsy and really bad at storm trooper-ing. any given training mission, if someone fucks up or falls behind, it’s liable to be him
- literally everyone else is annoyed at slip but finn just feels bad and tries to help the dude
- also notice how i didn’t mention a nickname for fn-2187
- he does not have one. he’s the only dude in his little squad without at least a cursory numbers-based nickname. i think it mentions offhand that he’s SOMETIMES called ‘eighty seven’ if they really have to shorten his name? but otherwise nah. a veteran trooper is like “lol yup you’re the outsider huh.”
- he’s also the best shot in his squad and was considered SUPER PROMISING, like promising enough that he coulda been promoted to officer based off his record in training/simulation
- he also has extensive first aid training for combat situations just an fyi
- anyway he is always trying to help slip until phasma finally takes him aside and is like “yo you aren’t helping this guy by coddling him. you have to let him succeed or fail on his own” and finn feels really bad about it but goes ahead and does as she says and stops helping his buddy. slip does not really pick up the slack. zeroes and nines are just even MORE annoyed with slip. rip.
- also jakku wasn’t the first time fn-2187 failed to follow orders; his first ‘test’ or whatever was on a group of striking miners the first order was in negotiations with who he failed to help shooting. slip shot the dude he was supposed to shoot for him basically. (phasma noticed)
- like he’s fine with shooting enemy combatants but even in simulation he freaks out over the idea of accidentally hurting civilians sooo
- anyway the trooper who dies on jakku and smears blood across FN-2187′s face is his sorta-buddy Slip** who he tried to help and then was ordered to stop trying to help so like
AN EDIT, FOR ANYONE WHO MAY BE HERE AT THE OP:
**apparently the visual dictionary says that it’s Nines who dies on Jakku, not Slip????????? which?? just makes me wonder if it’s slip who calls him a traitor later????? lol.. rip …………… in any way that’s very possibly an error on my part; in either case it’s still one of his sorta-pals who dies
also, for the record, the first aid thing is from the TFA novelization, during that scene on the millenium falcon; it’s not actually in BTA. still good.
okay, let’s face it - fallout 4 did a shit job of showing us exactly what pre war america was like. and a lot of people have come into this series on this game and seem to have gotten the wrong impression of 2077 (understandably!) so settle down, kiddos, i’m gonna give you some of the highlights of pre war america (and feel free to add to the list)
so mexico gets hit with some pretty bad earthquakes around 2044. the us starts selling mister handy units there to aid the country, then realizes ‘holy shit, there’s a lotta oil here and we’re running out!’ so they send in the fucking military and drain the country for all it’s worth
new plague starts to hit (guess who unleashed that?). people die in droves. quarantine areas are set up but do jack shit cause it keeps spreading and the only thing that stops it is the bomb
i mean in denver people burn down half the city when the plague hits because they’re so scared
resource wars start in 2052, smaller countries go bankrupt left and right and the UN throws up it’s hands and says ‘fuck it we’re done’
there were constant riots, food shortages, bad fucking times
canada, along with mexico, gets occupied by the us military and sucked dry.
(so nate, which part of that did you wanna talk about at the veteran’s hall?)
gas prices were around
$7450.99 to $8500.99 so good luck driving anywhere ever
the government’s like, you know what would be good? if we put agents in popular media to push propaganda
the country went full totalitarian near the end.
the military would just fucking nab people off the street for dissenting
chinese americans get rounded up and put in concentration camps
(nora what was that law degree for?? why did you need that? people weren’t given trials. nora??)
it was shit
bethesda why didn’t you show or mention any of this
There’s an area of Seoul which has managed to retain a lot of pre-war/colonial architecture, markedly different from a lot of the cookie-cutter buildings built nowadays: high ceilings, huge, wall-length windows, etc. Because the buildings are so old, they can’t be developed, which means elevators can’t be installed. This, in turn, means that the rent stays low, and it’s becoming the perfect place for artists and designers who can’t afford to be in, say, Hongdae.
We climbed to the top of this one, right in the heart of the city, built in 1937. We drank wine from red cups and enjoyed the cool breeze, a welcome retreat from the normally humid Seoul summer.