A Wednesday Rant
Two stories caught my attention today. Both made me stop and say, "hmmmm."
First, there's a story I feel compelled to highlight on principle. I'll even forgo my usual pun-ditry.
In Bizarro-world karmic revenge for the demagogic reaction to the proposed Dubai Ports World administration of a few U.S. ports, British hard rock band Saxon has lost its license to participate in the upcoming Desert Rock Festival.
What did Saxon do to spur this rejection? Did the group denigrate the ruling family? Were band members bringing drugs into the emirate?
Nope. It's because Saxon once recorded a song about the Crusades.
It seems the Dubai Department of Tourism and Commerce Marketing simply doesn't enjoy Saxon's tale of medieval war. I guess the lads should have instead laid down a track about Caligula, the War of the Roses, or the Louisiana Purchase.
The band has issued a statement on its Web site pointing out that the lyrics are merely "a snapshot of an event in history ... intended to give a flavour of what it must have been like in the army at the time." The organizers don't seem to care; there will be no Saxon at the festival.
You know the clash of civilizations is heating up when the fine citizens of the United Arab Emirates are prevented from seeing the group that may have inspired the This Is Spinal Tap. Enough said.
Now, crossing streams, my second peeve of the day. This one proves that we Americans are blind, focusing on the wrong threats while truly important thing trickle right through our defenses.
News has leaked out that the number one threat in our country is, well ... number one.
A California appeals court has ruled that public urination is a "vile and offensive" crime, against which police may act even if there no specific law on the books banning it. Prosecutors had argued that peeing in public violates both public nuisance and littering laws, and the judges agreed.
Great--another freedom taken away. Now police, judges, overzealous neighborhood watches ... all will gang up to make it even more difficult for us guys to make yellow snow.
We'll have to do it covertly, in the dead of night, with furtive glances all around to ensure we aren't being watched by private investigators. (Otherwise known as "Pee eyes.")
Whether it's due to this hypersensitivity to war lyrics or these restrictive rules about where I can empty my bladder, I'm now officially cranky. Don't cross my path today.
Yet I'm rational enough to recognize that I might have it all wrong. Maybe I'm too worked up over such minor things. Is that your belief?
If that IS yur-analysis, you piss me off.