Archive for April, 2009

Guilty, seriously? Innocent, really?

Friday, April 17th, 2009

Today the guys behind Pirate Bay were sentenced to a year in prison and ordered to pay not an insignificant amount in damages to various entertainment companies for providing people with a means of illegaly sharing copyrighted material. Where do I start? I could point out that whilst the site can be used to aid illegal file sharing, it can also be used in a perfectly legal and legitimate manner and that this is a dangerous legal precedent to set unless Sweden also plans to start prosecuting gun manufacturers (does Sweden have any gun manufacturers?) for providing people with a means by which to kill someone. I could also point out that there are plenty of other sites that enable users to search out torrents (Google anybody). I think I’ll just settle for the fact that the Pirate Bay lives, an appeal will keep the guys out of prison at least for a while yet, if not permanently and the knowledge that someone somewhere pussied out completely and decided not to prosecute the real criminals, the people actually sharing files illegally.

In contrast to the guys from Pirate Bay, the people at the CIA today discovered that they won’t be prosecuted at all, despite their complicity in the torture of fellow human beings. Nope, they’ve managed to escape completely, despite breaking both American and International laws and wiping their feet on the moral foundations of the “Western world”. Water Boarding, sleep deprivation, Boo boxing (locking someone in a box with bugs, which in this case they didn’t do, they just thought of it), face slapping and wall slamming. Quite a list, isn’t it? You tell me who the biggest douchebag (great word) is, George W Bush for allowing it, the individuals that carried it out, or Barack Obama for simultaneously announcing and denouncing it, whilst also handing out a get-out-of-jail-free card to anyone involved?

Don’t despair though dear reader, this isn’t going to turn into another ranting post about deathbots, no… oh hang on, yes, yes, it is in fact going to turn into another ranting post about deathbots, or Autonomous Rotocraft Sniper Systems (ARSS :-) ) to be exact. Take one unmanned Vigilante helicopter, attach one .338 caliber rifle and use a frankensteined Xbox 360 controller to aim. Nice. At least my dedication to videogames might come in handy!

I suppose that so long as Barack plans to play nice with Cuba and web based companies across the U.K. are telling Phorm to phuck off, some hope remains.

The excellence of execution

Thursday, April 16th, 2009

As I’ve mentioned before, I love to read books about wrestling and in particular books written by the wrestlers themselves (who better to describe what happened than the people who were actually there). Since I find sun bathing so difficult, I can’t just sit there and do nothing – I get fidgety, I decided to take a wrestling book with me on holiday. I got two books for Christmas, “The Million Dollar Man” by Ted DiBiase and “Reflections of an American Dream” by Dusty Rhodes and decided to read Ted’s book first (it is shorter) and save Dusty’s book for my holiday. I also thought that I could contrast both books as one is WWE endorsed and one isn’t and I’ve always had my doubts as to whether I am reading the real history of professional wrestling, or just Vince McMahon’s account (did’t somebody once say that the victors get to write the history books?). Both books were dissapointing and for pretty much the same reason, they both felt like a transcript of an interview that the respective wrestlers had given rather than a thorough account of their lives/careers, written in their own words. That’s not to say that their personalities didn’t come through, far from it, I could almost hear Dusty uttering each word in his trademark manner and found a lot of what he said to be honest, humourous and insightful.

I finished Dusty’s book within a couple of days of arriving in Florida and so made sure to stop by the bookshop in the Florida mall when we visited; I knew exactly what book I was looking for as I had been waiting for it to be available in the U.K. for ages. I walked straight to the sports section of the shop and immediately identified the book I wanted by it’s distinctively coloured spine. Pink. Anyone who knows anything about wrestling knows that pink is the colour of the Excellence of Execution himself, Bret “The Hitman” Hart and this was his book “My Real Life In The Cartoon World Of Wrestling”. For reasons obvious to anyone who knows what happened to Bret in Montreal in 1997 (what can I say, read the book), this book was not WWE endorsed, so again the prospect of a wrestling history more accurate, if less favourable to the WWE, was a good reason to read it. The hype surrounding this book was ridiculous, Bret kept a tape recorder with him throughout his career and so his book offered a chance to read his thoughts as captured at the actual moments he thought them, a prospect that excited wrestling fans the world over. This book reminded me exactly why I’m such a huge Hitman fan, his matches were exactly the style of wrestling that I mark out for: realistic, hardcore, technical wrestling (not to be confused with the hardcore style of wrestling made popular by ECW) and Bret Hart the regular guy was someone I respected for his dedication to his profession and to his family and his complete unwillingess to compromise his morals or beliefs for anyone (I think this is something that I was particularly able to relate to). This book was compelling reading and turned out to not just be one of the best wrestling books I’ve ever read, but one of the best books I’ve ever read period.

I guess it’s true what they say: Bret Hart is the best there is, the best there was and the best there ever will be! Sorry Mick.