I Was Framed ... or Mykel's Blog for October
You’re STILL WrongorMykel's October 2023 Blog/Column I Was Framed!
by Mykel Board
The
instrument that measures all other instruments– the human nervous
system– has its own laws, and one of them involves always seeing
the results one wants to see until and unless something really
startles the brain enough to reframe its experiences. --Robert
Anton Wilson
Popular authors do not and apparently cannot
appreciate the fact that true art is obtainable only by rejecting
normality and conventionality in toto, and approaching a theme purged
utterly of any usual or preconceived point of view. --Edwin Baird
I
think people have to set up little battles. They have to demonize
people whom they disagree with or feel threatened by. But it's the
ideological framing of the debate that scares me. – Barbara Kruger
It’s slightly pornographic…
or could be. Just three fingers... lady’s fingers clearly... but
what’s between them? Is that a urethra canal? Could it be the
centerfold of a “men’s” magazine? Will the Google gods post
this behind a SENSITIVE CONTENT SCREEN? How about if we look at the
picture another way? Maybe that can tell us something different about
those fingers:
Flash to the motel room:
The floor is bloody… The door hangs on one hinge… lopsided as if
forced in from the outside… it was.. Lying on the couch is a woman…
clothed only in her own blood. Her vacant eyes stare blankly at the
ceiling. A man… scruffy… wearing a beat up overcoat... sits on a
chair at the desk. On either side of him is a cop. One tall… macho
looking.. a strong chin cleanly shaven. Squinting, the disheveled man
can read DETECTIVE BASTINI. The other cop is somewhat shlubbier…
beer belly just poking over the front of his belt. The name on his
badge is not visible to the sitting man.
“You
realize this looks pretty bad for you,” says Detective Bastini.
“But
officer,” says the disheveled man, “you gotta understand. This
was a set-up. I was framed!”
You
got it buckaroos! I want to write about FRAMING! How our entire view
of the world, of people, of good and bad… right and wrong... is all
about framing. And framing is everywhere… what we see out of a
window is framed… what we hear on the news… what we listen to in
a punk club… what appears in store displays… It’s all framed.
White-washing, green-washing, pink-washing, ad-washing, even face-
washing… BUILD THOSE FRAMES!
Yeah,
I’m going to repeat myself here. I often repeat myself. I often
repeat myself. I often repeat myself. I often repeat myself. I often
repeat myself. I often repeat myself. I often repeat myself. But in
saying what I’ve said before, I’m going to frame it with a frame.
Show how you’ve been tricked by what the frame let in the picture
and what it kept out.
So says the Google search. I don’t have time to dig further because my stomach is begging for release… Last night was Drink Club and I’m paying for it now. Aaaahrgh! I feel like I’m being fist-fucked from the inside. The pain… the pain… the bathroom… the toilet… sit down… ahh… ahhh… aaahhhhhh! An explosion… splashing down with the force of a space capsule in the ocean. BLOOOF! BLOOF! BLOOOF! Feces-filled water splashes back up... dribbling drip… drip… drip back into the muddy waters below. No, I can’t see it, but I feel it… against both lower cheeks… and the back of my thighs.
Ecstasy! Poetry in brown! I just sit a bit and enjoy it... closing my eyes to focus on the relief. Then the wipe… the double wipe… the pull up… What’s that? A hard-yet-squishy feel. I again pull down my boxers. A brown stain discolors the top… right near the elastic. A single dingle-berry... hanging by a hair… too high up to reach through the legs… still there. I have to go around the side… grope for it. Aaaah, if only I could pay someone to make sure I’d got the last one before pulling up. A pro to take care of errant hanger-ons… to save my underpants… and my embarrassment at the laundromat. But wait... a dingle-berry remover!!! I’ve created a job! All I need is someone to fill it. Get it? It’s easy to create a job, though likely it’ll be a shitty one.
It’s the frame! If we only look at jobs… at how many people are employed or can be employed… we mistake the Mona Lisa fingers for the painting. If we frame it as happy people... fulfilled people… people able to live a good life… then Biden’s 6.6 million jobs are meaningless.
MOST jobs are worthless. They contribute nothing and may do more harm than good.
That guy sitting at his desk shuffling electrons to buy and sell stock… What does he contribute? The greeter at Walmart... the CEO of a tech corporation... the maitre ‘d at a restaurant… bookkeepers… corporate lawyers… insurance brokers… advertising copy writers… the list never ends. Framing “job creation” instead of “life improvement” skews the equation.
It’s sometime in the late
1970s. Milton Friedman has already won the Nobel Prize for his
defense of the crime of capitalism. The local PBS station shows a
short series where Friedman explains his theories.
A
twenty-something me sits in front of the TV as Friedman
walks around the streets of New York, talking to the camera. He
passes a beggar.
“It
seems cruel,” says Friedman, “but if we don’t support this man…
if we don’t give him money… he’ll have to get a job. The
state… other working people… will not have to pay for him”
I
close my eyes… take a deep breath… wish for the beggar to jump
up, slam a lead pipe into the back of Friedman’s head… grab his
wallet and take off. “There’s your have to get a job,
motherfucker!” And I smile.
I
tell this story to my Ayn Rand-loving friends. “No Mykel,” they
tell me, “That’s what the police are for. They catch the guy and
throw him in jail.”
“Where
he’s supported by the state… working people,” I answer.
WORK
--more precisely HAVING A JOB-- is something that’s lauded by
Communists and Capitalists alike. There’s dignity in having a job.
And a gauge of any president’s performance is whether or not he
creates FULL EMPLOYMENT! So, destructive and useless jobs are better
than no jobs at all. NO THEY AREN’T.
Let’s
move the frame. Let’s value the
ability to enjoy life. The ability to help others enjoy life. Lets
value a smile on a poor man’s face more than a billion dollars in
Jeff Bezos’s pocket. If
there were no garbagemen, who would take away the garbage?
Who
takes it away now? Who removes the banana peels from your kitchen?
YOU DO! The garbage is taken away because it needs to be taken away…
not because there are garbagemen.
I
can hear Literary Device
complaining now.
“Forget
about garbagemen, Mykel,” she says. “What about doctors?
Teachers? Architects? Those things take years of study. Are you going
to have everyone be her own doctor?”
“Not
quite,” I answer. “But I can tell you that I get paid to be a
teacher. It’s my job. I’d do it though, even if it weren’t my
job. I love doing it”
There
are enough people who love doctoring and teaching doctoring that –job
or not– they’d do it. With
so many worthless or destructive jobs gone, people will be able to do
what they love. Think of all the kids that want to be doctors or
firemen or athletes, but end up stock brokers or insurance salesmen
as adults. Are they happy wearing their white shirts and ties...
spending a third of their lives moving electrons from one computer to
the next… I bet MOST people are unhappy in their jobs, especially
the useless or harmful ones.
Move
that VALUE frame. Value humanity... satisfaction... time... rather
than having a job. You’ll get a much nicer picture.
FLASH TO The Every
Little Bit Helps frame: I generate a lot of garbage.
No, I’m not talking about this blog. I’m talking real, physical
stuff. Junkmail… bills (always shredded and thrown out), old
magazines, plastic containers from yogurt, deli sandwiches, styrofoam
trays from frozen chicken… the list goes on. The only garbage
separating I do is pulling out the deposit bottles and cans. I put
those in a separate clear plastic bag and leave that outside for the
street people who live on bottle and can deposits. Many of them are
my friends.
According to Green
Matters, only around 9 percent of goods separated for recycling
are being recycled. But there’s the frame. If you separate your
soup cans from your bleach bottles you’re part of that every
little bit. You can go ahead and buy your Campbell’s 12 pack
and your Costco size bleach bottle. You’re still doing your
part. But if we expand the frame… include the rest of the Mona
Lisa... we can see the whole picture.
We can see that there’s a
relationship between feeling good about your consumption… and
consuming more. It’s okay if I buy so much more than I need. More
to throw away…more junk… I RECYCLE… so it’s all right.
NO IT ISN’T! Recycling
encourages consumption. Consumption encourages waste (and corporate
profits). In this frame, RECYCLING MAKES JUNK. Instead of framing the
junk our consumption makes, why not frame the consumption itself?
Instead of recycling, why not avoid buying in the first place?
FLASH TO the war in
Ukraine. Oh, the bad guys invade. “We” have to help. It’s
good guys against bad guys… a typical American frame… cowboy
movies… war movies… comic books. The good guys need to defeat the
bad guys… the invaders. Send in weapons… train the soldiers…
beat the war drums… put up Ukrainian flags. Measure success like in
a war movie. CHASE THEM OUT. MAKE THEM DIE. They lose. We win. What
can be more American than “Winning isn’t everything… It’s the
only thing?”
But let’s use a different
frame. Let’s keep score… if score must be kept… a different
way. Let’s use a GOLF frame, instead of a comic book frame. In
golf, the lowest score wins. So players work hardest at getting the
lowest score. How ‘bout if, instead of keeping score by advances
and retreats and downed airplanes or destroyed infantry, we count
dead people. The fewer dead, the better the situation. So if “we”
want to get a good score, we provide negotiators instead of bombs. We
offer cash, concessions, trades, to keep the number of dead low. We
exchange the frame of winning and losing for one of dying
or not dying.
NEXT FRAME INTRODUCTION: It’s
called “pre-judgement” and includes one of my favorite idioms of
the last decade or so. It too is an extension of the American good
guy/ bad guy frame. That is, anything done by a badguy must be
bad. If the cowboy wearing black picks up a a dog in scene one,
he’ll shoot it in scene three. He can’t be NICE to the dog…
he’s a bad guy. That phrase I love is Trump Derangement Syndrome
FLASH TO Miami
beach: It’s crowded. Throngs wanting to get in their last wave
before Hurricane Bruce slams the coast and ruins their fun. If you
walk quietly in a corner of the beach, you’ll see what looks like a
typical American family: a chubby balding man… gray chest-hair, a
woman, obviously his wife, with bright red hair, obviously from a
bottle. A boy and his younger sister play on the bright blue picnic
blanket spread in the sand. The boy carries a plastic bucket and a
little plastic shovel. The little girl is empty-handed.
If you listen carefully,
you’ll hear that they are speaking French. Maybe they’re
tourists. With a peal of kiddie-laughter the empty-handed girl grabs
the bucket from her brother and runs toward the ocean. The brother
gives chase, finally catching up and wrestling the bucket free. Then
he pushes his sister who falls into the increasingly violent waves
smashing against the shore. The girl washes out to sea.
“Aide! Aide!” screams the
father, as the little girl is rip-currented further and further from
shore.
Donald Trump, passing by,
hears the shouts. Not taking the time to remove anything but his
shoes, he runs to the water and jumps in. Powerfully, he swims out to
the girl, grabs her around the chest and… careful to keep her head
above water... brings her safely back to shore.
TRUMP MOLESTS TODDLER AT THE
BEACH is the headline in The Times the next day…
along with a photo of Donny Trump in the water with his arm around
the girl’s chest.
For so many people, Trump is
incapable of doing anything right… of doing a good deed. If it
appears good… pardoning non-violent offenders, keeping the US out
of war, downsizing The Pentagon… there’s always some reason it’s
BAD. Getting out of NAFTA and TPP… disastrous trade bills that
would have allowed international trade with no oversight. Slave
conditions unanswerable by the US courts. President Trump saved us
from them.
No he didn’t. Come the answers. Those were
good for trade… come the TDS answers… except for Bernie Sanders,
Elizabeth Warren and AOC who also opposed the treaties when they were
presented by the Dems… those treaties are left out of the frame.
And
finally… briefly… a pair of frames I’ve written about before:
the GENDER frame and the RACE frame. Seeing abortion as “a war
against women” where most of the anti-abortionists see a war
against murder. Or seeing street crime and armed robbery as BLACK
street crime and BLACK armed robbery instead of POVERTY-INDUCED
street crime and POVERTY-INDUCED armed robbery. Framing… framing…
framing.
So
please… face the wall and look at that picture. Take it down…
open the back and spread out the painting so the unframed parts
become clear. Then REFRAME it, so those twat-showing hands become the
Mona Lisa.
See
you in hell,
Mykel
Board
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Framing Step-by-Step Dept:
There’s a great step-by-step
analysis of news- framing in the New York Times.
It’s not published on any of the monopoly-internet sites, but you
can find it here.
→
How you react DEPENDS dept:
Many of you know that I’ve
gone through radiation treatment for prostate cancer. Called
Cyberknife,
the treatment itself is
painless, though expensive. But the cash
expense is only part of the
problem. I pissed in my pants on the way home from the last
treatment. I’ve been wearing (and needing) DEPENDS ever since. I
have daily brain fog and the only time I’m not tired is late at
night when I should be sleeping. If cyberknife
is recommended for you… consider it VEEERRRRRY CAREFULLY, before
you agree to it. You have been warned.
→
Put A Bag On It dept: The
Canadian Broadcasting Company reports
that in an environmental
move, rock climbers in
British Columbia have been encouraged to use WAG BAGS, to shit in.
The idea, you shit in a bag
that contains deodorizing chemicals, and then carry the shit with
you, out of the wooded areas where you dispose of it at home. Sure,
that’s gonna happen. Yeah right.
See
you in hell redux,
MB
THE
NATION AGAIN
I’m
a long-time subscriber to the The
Nation.
It’s the only lefty publication that I find myself not only
agreeing with, but also getting inspiration from. Strangely,
when I post this stuff on facebook, no one looks at it. My “friends”
would just rather call me a “Trumpist” or a “Republican” for
all the times I don’t follow the party line. If it’s printed in
THE NATION, it should give me street cred, right? Yeah right.
I
found, in an old issue, a
great argument
against those who charge “What
Aboutism”
when others
make points about a parallel issue outside the frame. The
author’s basic (and
correct)
point
of view is
that the
anti-whataboutism
argument
justifies
hypocrisy.
Then
there’s Thomas Graham who
spots
a little more subtlety
in
the Ukraine war than the media and the current war-mongers are
showing.
LINK
TRADE DEPARTMENT:
I
did a nice interview with The Aither zine. Interesting questions,
complete, and questions I’ve never been asked before. You can read
it here.
It’s a good one.
I
read that the search engines like lots of links... and it's also nice
to support my friends and enemies in their blogs. So facebook
me or email
me
if
you have a blog, webpage or something else to connect to. I add you.
You add me.
Here's
a start:
Jason
Rodgers sent me his book Invisible
Generation…
free! And I lost it. Jason, a long-time partner of Suzy Poe, has been
bugging me to review it… and I can’t. So the best I can do is
promote it. I have a lot of respect for Jason… he is a libertarian
(in the best sense of the word), and a super-smart guy. When/if I
find the book, I’ll give you some more details.
Video
of the week: My long-time friend Sid Yiddish appears on a YouTube
DatingGame-like
video.
Guess who wins the bachlorette!
Here’s
Richard Goldberg:
goldberg.wordpress.com
Poetry
and humor fans will like Justin Martin in The
Latency
And
my friend Mike R has a nice site with recipe hits from the past! (He
cooked for me once... great stuff.) Check out Yesterday's
Recipes.
And
here's one by a member of ANTI-SEEN... a tour
diary of
sorts.
Andy
Shelton has an interesting blog here.
Savage
Hippie is a guy who has been YouTubing
for a long time. Our opinions largely overlap... but he complains
that I'm a Communist. I'm not! I'm a communist.
Chris
Stecher publishes a zine called PRECIS.
You can see the back issue links there... and he promises a new issue
soon.
George
Fertakis has a very nice graphics-heavy blog... with music and books
featured prominently. If there’s no link here (I can’t find it
temporarily), then Google… er… Duckduckgo him for information.
And
my long-term pal Sid Yiddish contributes with his Mishegas
Master Blog.
And
connect to TRUST Zine, a long-running German punk zine… that STILL
PRINTS!!! Yeah, they have a website too… of course! It’s here.
Here
are a couple video links.
This
from Jon Cox https://squelchchamber1.bandcamp.com/album/down-so-low
And
this
one from
my very long-time friend Roger Armstrong.
Jim
Testa moved his long running zine, Jersey Beat, to the blogosphere
awhile back. You can read it here.
Jim also recommended a kind of unique album… in a style you don’t
see to much of these days… or any days. Neo-Hassidic Rock Opera.
You can stream the album here.
Kyle
Nonneman is in prison in Portland. At least he can’t be kidnapped
by the secret police… I think. I post his
blog
for him, he can’t do it from the klink. Lots of stuff about noise
metal… and some very weird politics that will either fascinate or
repulse you… or both.
My
long time pal, Jim Hayes rightfully complained about my leaving out
his blog. He’s a great writer, so it was a tragic omission. Here
it is.
Oh
yeah, then there’s me.
I have a blog of stuff I’ve written mostly from last century. You
might enjoy it. Then again, you might not. It’s here.
Let
me know if you have a blog… or a print zine… or a YouTube and
want to be added to the list. You show me yours… you’ve already
seen mine. god@mykelboard.com
The
instrument that measures all other instruments– the human nervous
system– has its own laws, and one of them involves always seeing
the results one wants to see until and unless something really
startles the brain enough to reframe its experiences. --Robert
Anton Wilson
Popular authors do not and apparently cannot
appreciate the fact that true art is obtainable only by rejecting
normality and conventionality in toto, and approaching a theme purged
utterly of any usual or preconceived point of view. --Edwin Baird
I think people have to set up little battles. They have to demonize people whom they disagree with or feel threatened by. But it's the ideological framing of the debate that scares me. – Barbara Kruger
It’s slightly pornographic… or could be. Just three fingers... lady’s fingers clearly... but what’s between them? Is that a urethra canal? Could it be the centerfold of a “men’s” magazine? Will the Google gods post this behind a SENSITIVE CONTENT SCREEN? How about if we look at the picture another way? Maybe that can tell us something different about those fingers:
Flash to the motel room: The floor is bloody… The door hangs on one hinge… lopsided as if forced in from the outside… it was.. Lying on the couch is a woman… clothed only in her own blood. Her vacant eyes stare blankly at the ceiling. A man… scruffy… wearing a beat up overcoat... sits on a chair at the desk. On either side of him is a cop. One tall… macho looking.. a strong chin cleanly shaven. Squinting, the disheveled man can read DETECTIVE BASTINI. The other cop is somewhat shlubbier… beer belly just poking over the front of his belt. The name on his badge is not visible to the sitting man.
“You realize this looks pretty bad for you,” says Detective Bastini.
“But officer,” says the disheveled man, “you gotta understand. This was a set-up. I was framed!”
You got it buckaroos! I want to write about FRAMING! How our entire view of the world, of people, of good and bad… right and wrong... is all about framing. And framing is everywhere… what we see out of a window is framed… what we hear on the news… what we listen to in a punk club… what appears in store displays… It’s all framed. White-washing, green-washing, pink-washing, ad-washing, even face- washing… BUILD THOSE FRAMES!
Yeah, I’m going to repeat myself here. I often repeat myself. I often repeat myself. I often repeat myself. I often repeat myself. I often repeat myself. I often repeat myself. I often repeat myself. But in saying what I’ve said before, I’m going to frame it with a frame. Show how you’ve been tricked by what the frame let in the picture and what it kept out.
So says the Google search. I don’t have time to dig further because my stomach is begging for release… Last night was Drink Club and I’m paying for it now. Aaaahrgh! I feel like I’m being fist-fucked from the inside. The pain… the pain… the bathroom… the toilet… sit down… ahh… ahhh… aaahhhhhh! An explosion… splashing down with the force of a space capsule in the ocean. BLOOOF! BLOOF! BLOOOF! Feces-filled water splashes back up... dribbling drip… drip… drip back into the muddy waters below. No, I can’t see it, but I feel it… against both lower cheeks… and the back of my thighs.
Ecstasy! Poetry in brown! I just sit a bit and enjoy it... closing my eyes to focus on the relief. Then the wipe… the double wipe… the pull up… What’s that? A hard-yet-squishy feel. I again pull down my boxers. A brown stain discolors the top… right near the elastic. A single dingle-berry... hanging by a hair… too high up to reach through the legs… still there. I have to go around the side… grope for it. Aaaah, if only I could pay someone to make sure I’d got the last one before pulling up. A pro to take care of errant hanger-ons… to save my underpants… and my embarrassment at the laundromat. But wait... a dingle-berry remover!!! I’ve created a job! All I need is someone to fill it. Get it? It’s easy to create a job, though likely it’ll be a shitty one.
It’s the frame! If we only look at jobs… at how many people are employed or can be employed… we mistake the Mona Lisa fingers for the painting. If we frame it as happy people... fulfilled people… people able to live a good life… then Biden’s 6.6 million jobs are meaningless.
MOST jobs are worthless. They contribute nothing and may do more harm than good.
That guy sitting at his desk shuffling electrons to buy and sell stock… What does he contribute? The greeter at Walmart... the CEO of a tech corporation... the maitre ‘d at a restaurant… bookkeepers… corporate lawyers… insurance brokers… advertising copy writers… the list never ends. Framing “job creation” instead of “life improvement” skews the equation.
It’s sometime in the late 1970s. Milton Friedman has already won the Nobel Prize for his defense of the crime of capitalism. The local PBS station shows a short series where Friedman explains his theories.
A twenty-something me sits in front of the TV as Friedman walks around the streets of New York, talking to the camera. He passes a beggar.
“It seems cruel,” says Friedman, “but if we don’t support this man… if we don’t give him money… he’ll have to get a job. The state… other working people… will not have to pay for him”
I close my eyes… take a deep breath… wish for the beggar to jump up, slam a lead pipe into the back of Friedman’s head… grab his wallet and take off. “There’s your have to get a job, motherfucker!” And I smile.
I tell this story to my Ayn Rand-loving friends. “No Mykel,” they tell me, “That’s what the police are for. They catch the guy and throw him in jail.”
“Where he’s supported by the state… working people,” I answer.
WORK --more precisely HAVING A JOB-- is something that’s lauded by Communists and Capitalists alike. There’s dignity in having a job. And a gauge of any president’s performance is whether or not he creates FULL EMPLOYMENT! So, destructive and useless jobs are better than no jobs at all. NO THEY AREN’T.
Let’s move the frame. Let’s value the ability to enjoy life. The ability to help others enjoy life. Lets value a smile on a poor man’s face more than a billion dollars in Jeff Bezos’s pocket. If there were no garbagemen, who would take away the garbage?
Who takes it away now? Who removes the banana peels from your kitchen? YOU DO! The garbage is taken away because it needs to be taken away… not because there are garbagemen.
I can hear Literary Device complaining now.
“Forget about garbagemen, Mykel,” she says. “What about doctors? Teachers? Architects? Those things take years of study. Are you going to have everyone be her own doctor?”
“Not quite,” I answer. “But I can tell you that I get paid to be a teacher. It’s my job. I’d do it though, even if it weren’t my job. I love doing it”
There are enough people who love doctoring and teaching doctoring that –job or not– they’d do it. With so many worthless or destructive jobs gone, people will be able to do what they love. Think of all the kids that want to be doctors or firemen or athletes, but end up stock brokers or insurance salesmen as adults. Are they happy wearing their white shirts and ties... spending a third of their lives moving electrons from one computer to the next… I bet MOST people are unhappy in their jobs, especially the useless or harmful ones.
Move
that VALUE frame. Value humanity... satisfaction... time... rather
than having a job. You’ll get a much nicer picture.
FLASH TO The Every
Little Bit Helps frame: I generate a lot of garbage.
No, I’m not talking about this blog. I’m talking real, physical
stuff. Junkmail… bills (always shredded and thrown out), old
magazines, plastic containers from yogurt, deli sandwiches, styrofoam
trays from frozen chicken… the list goes on. The only garbage
separating I do is pulling out the deposit bottles and cans. I put
those in a separate clear plastic bag and leave that outside for the
street people who live on bottle and can deposits. Many of them are
my friends.
According to Green Matters, only around 9 percent of goods separated for recycling are being recycled. But there’s the frame. If you separate your soup cans from your bleach bottles you’re part of that every little bit. You can go ahead and buy your Campbell’s 12 pack and your Costco size bleach bottle. You’re still doing your part. But if we expand the frame… include the rest of the Mona Lisa... we can see the whole picture.
We can see that there’s a relationship between feeling good about your consumption… and consuming more. It’s okay if I buy so much more than I need. More to throw away…more junk… I RECYCLE… so it’s all right.
NO IT ISN’T! Recycling encourages consumption. Consumption encourages waste (and corporate profits). In this frame, RECYCLING MAKES JUNK. Instead of framing the junk our consumption makes, why not frame the consumption itself? Instead of recycling, why not avoid buying in the first place?
FLASH TO the war in Ukraine. Oh, the bad guys invade. “We” have to help. It’s good guys against bad guys… a typical American frame… cowboy movies… war movies… comic books. The good guys need to defeat the bad guys… the invaders. Send in weapons… train the soldiers… beat the war drums… put up Ukrainian flags. Measure success like in a war movie. CHASE THEM OUT. MAKE THEM DIE. They lose. We win. What can be more American than “Winning isn’t everything… It’s the only thing?”
But let’s use a different frame. Let’s keep score… if score must be kept… a different way. Let’s use a GOLF frame, instead of a comic book frame. In golf, the lowest score wins. So players work hardest at getting the lowest score. How ‘bout if, instead of keeping score by advances and retreats and downed airplanes or destroyed infantry, we count dead people. The fewer dead, the better the situation. So if “we” want to get a good score, we provide negotiators instead of bombs. We offer cash, concessions, trades, to keep the number of dead low. We exchange the frame of winning and losing for one of dying or not dying.
NEXT FRAME INTRODUCTION: It’s called “pre-judgement” and includes one of my favorite idioms of the last decade or so. It too is an extension of the American good guy/ bad guy frame. That is, anything done by a badguy must be bad. If the cowboy wearing black picks up a a dog in scene one, he’ll shoot it in scene three. He can’t be NICE to the dog… he’s a bad guy. That phrase I love is Trump Derangement Syndrome
FLASH TO Miami beach: It’s crowded. Throngs wanting to get in their last wave before Hurricane Bruce slams the coast and ruins their fun. If you walk quietly in a corner of the beach, you’ll see what looks like a typical American family: a chubby balding man… gray chest-hair, a woman, obviously his wife, with bright red hair, obviously from a bottle. A boy and his younger sister play on the bright blue picnic blanket spread in the sand. The boy carries a plastic bucket and a little plastic shovel. The little girl is empty-handed.
If you listen carefully, you’ll hear that they are speaking French. Maybe they’re tourists. With a peal of kiddie-laughter the empty-handed girl grabs the bucket from her brother and runs toward the ocean. The brother gives chase, finally catching up and wrestling the bucket free. Then he pushes his sister who falls into the increasingly violent waves smashing against the shore. The girl washes out to sea.
“Aide! Aide!” screams the father, as the little girl is rip-currented further and further from shore.
Donald Trump, passing by, hears the shouts. Not taking the time to remove anything but his shoes, he runs to the water and jumps in. Powerfully, he swims out to the girl, grabs her around the chest and… careful to keep her head above water... brings her safely back to shore.
TRUMP MOLESTS TODDLER AT THE BEACH is the headline in The Times the next day… along with a photo of Donny Trump in the water with his arm around the girl’s chest.
For so many people, Trump is incapable of doing anything right… of doing a good deed. If it appears good… pardoning non-violent offenders, keeping the US out of war, downsizing The Pentagon… there’s always some reason it’s BAD. Getting out of NAFTA and TPP… disastrous trade bills that would have allowed international trade with no oversight. Slave conditions unanswerable by the US courts. President Trump saved us from them.
No he didn’t. Come the answers. Those were good for trade… come the TDS answers… except for Bernie Sanders, Elizabeth Warren and AOC who also opposed the treaties when they were presented by the Dems… those treaties are left out of the frame.
And finally… briefly… a pair of frames I’ve written about before: the GENDER frame and the RACE frame. Seeing abortion as “a war against women” where most of the anti-abortionists see a war against murder. Or seeing street crime and armed robbery as BLACK street crime and BLACK armed robbery instead of POVERTY-INDUCED street crime and POVERTY-INDUCED armed robbery. Framing… framing… framing.
So please… face the wall and look at that picture. Take it down… open the back and spread out the painting so the unframed parts become clear. Then REFRAME it, so those twat-showing hands become the Mona Lisa.
See
you in hell,
Mykel
Board
ENDNOTES:
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→ Framing Step-by-Step Dept: There’s a great step-by-step analysis of news- framing in the New York Times. It’s not published on any of the monopoly-internet sites, but you can find it here.
→ How you react DEPENDS dept: Many of you know that I’ve gone through radiation treatment for prostate cancer. Called Cyberknife, the treatment itself is painless, though expensive. But the cash expense is only part of the problem. I pissed in my pants on the way home from the last treatment. I’ve been wearing (and needing) DEPENDS ever since. I have daily brain fog and the only time I’m not tired is late at night when I should be sleeping. If cyberknife is recommended for you… consider it VEEERRRRRY CAREFULLY, before you agree to it. You have been warned.
→ Put A Bag On It dept: The Canadian Broadcasting Company reports that in an environmental move, rock climbers in British Columbia have been encouraged to use WAG BAGS, to shit in. The idea, you shit in a bag that contains deodorizing chemicals, and then carry the shit with you, out of the wooded areas where you dispose of it at home. Sure, that’s gonna happen. Yeah right.
See
you in hell redux,
MB
THE
NATION AGAIN
I’m
a long-time subscriber to the The
Nation.
It’s the only lefty publication that I find myself not only
agreeing with, but also getting inspiration from. Strangely,
when I post this stuff on facebook, no one looks at it. My “friends”
would just rather call me a “Trumpist” or a “Republican” for
all the times I don’t follow the party line. If it’s printed in
THE NATION, it should give me street cred, right? Yeah right.
I
found, in an old issue, a
great argument
against those who charge “What
Aboutism”
when others
make points about a parallel issue outside the frame. The
author’s basic (and
correct)
point
of view is
that the
anti-whataboutism
argument
justifies
hypocrisy.
Then
there’s Thomas Graham who
spots
a little more subtlety
in
the Ukraine war than the media and the current war-mongers are
showing.
LINK TRADE DEPARTMENT:
I did a nice interview with The Aither zine. Interesting questions, complete, and questions I’ve never been asked before. You can read it here. It’s a good one.
I read that the search engines like lots of links... and it's also nice to support my friends and enemies in their blogs. So facebook me or email me if you have a blog, webpage or something else to connect to. I add you. You add me.
Here's a start:
Jason Rodgers sent me his book Invisible Generation… free! And I lost it. Jason, a long-time partner of Suzy Poe, has been bugging me to review it… and I can’t. So the best I can do is promote it. I have a lot of respect for Jason… he is a libertarian (in the best sense of the word), and a super-smart guy. When/if I find the book, I’ll give you some more details.
Video of the week: My long-time friend Sid Yiddish appears on a YouTube DatingGame-like video. Guess who wins the bachlorette!
Here’s Richard Goldberg: goldberg.wordpress.com
Poetry and humor fans will like Justin Martin in The Latency
And my friend Mike R has a nice site with recipe hits from the past! (He cooked for me once... great stuff.) Check out Yesterday's Recipes.
And here's one by a member of ANTI-SEEN... a tour diary of sorts.
Andy Shelton has an interesting blog here.
Savage Hippie is a guy who has been YouTubing for a long time. Our opinions largely overlap... but he complains that I'm a Communist. I'm not! I'm a communist.
Chris Stecher publishes a zine called PRECIS. You can see the back issue links there... and he promises a new issue soon.
George Fertakis has a very nice graphics-heavy blog... with music and books featured prominently. If there’s no link here (I can’t find it temporarily), then Google… er… Duckduckgo him for information.
And my long-term pal Sid Yiddish contributes with his Mishegas Master Blog.
And connect to TRUST Zine, a long-running German punk zine… that STILL PRINTS!!! Yeah, they have a website too… of course! It’s here.
Here
are a couple video links.
This
from Jon Cox https://squelchchamber1.bandcamp.com/album/down-so-low
And this one from my very long-time friend Roger Armstrong.
Jim Testa moved his long running zine, Jersey Beat, to the blogosphere awhile back. You can read it here. Jim also recommended a kind of unique album… in a style you don’t see to much of these days… or any days. Neo-Hassidic Rock Opera. You can stream the album here.
Kyle Nonneman is in prison in Portland. At least he can’t be kidnapped by the secret police… I think. I post his blog for him, he can’t do it from the klink. Lots of stuff about noise metal… and some very weird politics that will either fascinate or repulse you… or both.
My long time pal, Jim Hayes rightfully complained about my leaving out his blog. He’s a great writer, so it was a tragic omission. Here it is.
Oh yeah, then there’s me. I have a blog of stuff I’ve written mostly from last century. You might enjoy it. Then again, you might not. It’s here.
Let me know if you have a blog… or a print zine… or a YouTube and want to be added to the list. You show me yours… you’ve already seen mine. god@mykelboard.com
