Saturday, June 09, 2007

Do Unto Others

Friday I walked out to my car to go to work. Two other tenants were outside, talking to the cop who was parked behind a couple cars. This older white dude who lives in the building said to me, “I wouldn’t get in your car just yet.”

Two cars had all four tires stolen, and my left rear tire’s lug nuts were sitting out. I was lucky; the thugs must have been scared off just as they were hitting my car. Had they chosen to start at the other end of the parking lot, I would have been burned.

Some team of skid marks saw an easy mark and decided to violate others for a few hundred bucks. I was nearly set back financially all the way to 2006 because some scrotal warts think they’re more important than the rest of us, presumably needing money to buy a PS3 and a batch of matching red vibrating dildos.

This is me not being violated… imagine how I’d be if I really did have to tow my car to Saturn and buy new tires! It’s the principle of the thing. Where is the neighborly, fraternal bond we’re supposed to have as individuals in a society? I may have an idealistic streak in me, but I’m not naïve. When I help a stranger, I’m still very careful and somewhat cynical about it. You’d be surprised how many people would gladly rip you off as a reward for helping them.

I understand most people lack the philosophical enlightenment or the moral standards to appreciate the essence of civilized behavior, but some people rationalize everything to make themselves into the only protagonist in the entire world. It’s essentially a disregard for life.

Think I’m being too harsh? I’m not.

Kelsey Smith, an 18-year-old girl who just graduated high school, was abducted in a Target parking lot in Overland Park, of all places! She was kidnapped in the last place anyone should have to look over her shoulder. Her body was found in a creek about 600 yards from The View, where I go to work out and train karate all the time.

This is why I’m not naïve. People commit evil acts all the time. Anywhere. And there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

This brings me to the warrior’s paradox. To commit oneself to non-violent, compassionate, graceful, altruistic behavior while simultaneously being ready to make a split-second decision to cause devastating damage to another human being when necessary. This is also related to why I have never come to a solid stance on the death penalty. Violence doesn’t solve problems, but it can prevent a whole lot more of ‘em. Extenuating circumstances.

There is choice. There is action. There is consequence. Choose, and act. Act, and accept the consequences.

If Paris Hilton violates probation (it’s not her first offense!) and puts others in danger because she was drunk and went out to get a cheeseburger (I’m not making this up), then she must be held accountable. No special privileges. No excuses. Just consequences of actions as consequences of choices.

I’m tired of hearing whining excuses from people who do wrong things. It simply doesn’t work to say do unto others… then run like hell!

28 Comments:

Blogger The Captain said...

I am so totally not going to get into this.

Like totally.

Glad to here that you still have all four of your tires, though. Urban areas suck.

A shared tale of urban crime: I will never forget the time that a bank near my apartment in Orlando was robbed, and the thief was holed up in my apartment building for six hours. He was eventually shot (survived) by police. That was fun. The stupidity here was that the jerk lived there... a few buildings down from me. It's one thing to rob a bank - fine, a little anarchy is fine. Thumb your nose at polite society and moral order. I didn't bank at that branch anyhow (and they're insured on top of it). And I got to hand it to him, he robbed them without a gun. In fact, no visible weapon at all. Never brandished a knife, a stick... no so much as a rolled up copy of US Weekly. He had that much charisma... and I gotta admire that. But he was a jerk when he led police back to my apartment complex to engage in a standoff, thus giving the authorities rise to block every entrance into the complex.

I don't mind so much that he robbed the bank (like I said, I didn't bank there), but I was pissed that his stupidity resulted in my minor inconvenience.

Does that make me part of the problem?

Monday, June 11, 2007 8:53:00 AM

 
Blogger the warrior bard said...

Not at all. Stupid people are the worst. In fact, you could argue that your sense of convenience was "violated" by his disregard for your daily routine.

When I was standing outside, looking back and forth at the cars, a few things crossed my mind, in this order:

1)Thugs!

2)Holy crap, I dodged a bullet. I can't afford new tires.

3)Ha. The joke's on them; I need new tires anyway. Those things are going to explode one day while I'm on the interstate.

4) Son of a bitch. I shouldn't outwardly expresss my wrath, because it would be rude for the two people here who did lose their tires.

5) Wait a second. On a matter of principle, I won't outwardly express any emotion anyway. Because that would play into their hands, if those trouser stains were hypothetically watching my reaction. They would totally get off on my impotent outrage, so I won't give them the satisfaction.

6) Hey, I'll bet I can use this as an excuse to roll into work late! I'm going to call my boss...

Monday, June 11, 2007 10:34:00 AM

 
Blogger The Captain said...

I think I had a one-note reaction:

1) Hey, I hope this asshole gets shot, so I'd have a interesting story to tell people about my time spent in Florida in my shitty shitty apartment. Because tales of ants streaming out of the outlets in the kitchen or and lizard infestations are nothing compared to gratuitous violence going down a mere 100 yards from my abode.

Monday, June 11, 2007 10:42:00 AM

 
Blogger The Captain said...

But a criminal being shot near my apartment came in a close second to the omen I had on the first night in my apartment - when my garbage disposal literally EXPLODED.

That's right.

And flooded my kitchenette, half my living room and the entryway of my apartment... and my neighbor's... who later was kicked out of school because he was brought up on misdemeanor possession charges for MJ. Which, I pretty sure, he kept in the wall cavity between our apartments underneath our kitchen sinks. That's right, when the crack maintenance man for our complex came to fix the 20 year old disposal, he had to cut the back out of my cabinet, and the cabinet of the neighbor's kitchen... so we had an impromptu pass-through under our sinks. And you reach into the wall between the apartments. And hide your weed in there.

Oh, and no one bothered cleaning the oven hood's grease trapping filters since, say, 1979. Nothing like fighting a fire in your kitchen your second week in your apartment.

Anyhow... I don't think the subject of your post was why my apartment sucked, or about me at all. But I did manage, to once again, make anything about me.

It's a skill.

Monday, June 11, 2007 10:51:00 AM

 
Blogger The Captain said...

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Monday, June 11, 2007 10:58:00 AM

 
Blogger the warrior bard said...

Well, this post wasn't really meant to be about me, either. More about me being in close proximity to stunning examples of a hopeless society.

Hobbes and I have decided to move to the Yukon.

Monday, June 11, 2007 11:00:00 AM

 
Blogger The Captain said...

One last thing...

I did learn how to avert altercations with large imposing angry crack heads... as one showed up at my door 'round 2 o'clock one morning, demanding to speak with "Tyrone". Of course, he was persistent, and intimated that "I was a fornicating liar that should fornicate myself", when I informed him that he was mistaken because "Tyrone don't live here no more."

Eventually, I gave up trying to reason with my new friend, and suggested that he had the wrong apartment, and that "Tyrone" lived one block over.

If you can't be the solution, at least you can make the problem someone else's.

Monday, June 11, 2007 11:00:00 AM

 
Blogger the warrior bard said...

Would that be... the Bronze Rule?

Monday, June 11, 2007 11:01:00 AM

 
Blogger The Captain said...

The Bronze Rule?

I dunno about that, but I did manage to perfect my "large angry black tenant" vocal impersonation during my time at Emerald Bay.

Monday, June 11, 2007 11:06:00 AM

 
Blogger JAK said...

When I hear about stuff like this, it makes me sad, not angry. I like to believe in the good of all people and when I hear about people doing bad things, I'm sad. At least we can say that the action was bad, but the person is not evil. Just someone making bad choices. But that doesn't really make me feel better. . .

Monday, June 11, 2007 11:18:00 AM

 
Blogger the warrior bard said...

Me neither. It's disheartening to think, "THESE are the people I'm supposed to be neighborly with?!"

Monday, June 11, 2007 12:12:00 PM

 
Blogger The Captain said...

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Monday, June 11, 2007 12:13:00 PM

 
Blogger The Captain said...

I don't believe in true evil... everyone has a shred of decency, something that brings out the teeny tiny ethical or moral bit inside of them. Even Hitler liked kittens.

However, I do believe in "bad apples" - those individuals who are, ultimately, unredeemable. Who happily thwart others, with total disregard towards the impact of their choices on others. And it isn't all or nothing... low-level bad apples mask their true nature (consciously or subconsciously) to get along in so-called "polite society", amongst the genuinely good folk.

That guy that lives/works down the hall from you - that was a real jerk to you last Tuesday - probably is just a jerk period. Not having a bad day. But, when he smiled an held the door this morning, he was pretending so that he would have a little currency amongst the better side of humanity. He is still an jerk at the core.

Like those tire thieves and lug nut looseners... I'm sure they bought their mom some flowers on Mother's Day. Doesn't change the fact that they're assholes.

In short, actions and choices aren't bad. They are undertaken or made... by assholes.

Can I say asshole again?

Monday, June 11, 2007 12:14:00 PM

 
Blogger the warrior bard said...

The root of all evil (and asshole-ness) is selfishness.

Looking out for No. 1 is understandable. Perhaps it is human nature. BUT. I agree with pretty much everything you just said. It's people who place themselves, as I said, as the "only protagonist" in the world. It is a skewed perception that opens the door to all kinds of moral and ethical aberrations and deficiencies.

Oh, I've discussed this thesis of mine at great lengths with one Aaron Marx (who else).

Monday, June 11, 2007 12:31:00 PM

 
Blogger the warrior bard said...

The reason I'm good at mediating arguments is that I can think from others' points of view.

You know who can't see beyond their own tunnel vision? I'll tell you.

That guy who nearly caused a 6-car pileup, starting with my car, and gave me the finger for it. Like it's my fault for following the rules and going forward when the green light tells me to. SOOOO sorry to get in your way, Mr. Important.

That chick who decided to text her friend in the middle of a very dramatic scene in Spider-Men 3. It wouldn't have been so bad except that she was sitting right in front of me, and the blue square of light from her phone pierces my eyes for about 3 minutes. Thanks for offending my senses and jerking me out of the movie so you could let your friends know something that could have easily waited another hour when you're out of the theater.

Similarly, any colossally selfish and ignorant prick who leaves their phone on vibrate during a performance of one of my pieces. Vibrate still causes noise, and it still distracts the listeners around you. Turn the damned phone OFF. You can check you voicemail in 45 minutes.

ANYONE WHO DOESN'T USE A DAMN TURN SIGNAL.

These are, of course, humorously trivial examples. Stealing tires should ring a bell in the back of one's conscience, but they use whatever rationalization they can just to convince themselves that they are actually somehow righteous.

You say even Hitler liked kittens. Well, even Hitler thought he was doing the right thing. Except he was out of his gourd. People steal because they think they need/deserve it more than their victims. People kidnap and strangle teenage girls because... because... well, because they're messed up.

Monday, June 11, 2007 12:48:00 PM

 
Blogger The Captain said...

Ah, if it were only as simple as selfishness. But it's not.

But, if I may turn the healthy discourse in a slightly different direction.

I do not look forward (or have looked upon it with dismay thus far) to the inevitable pointless line of rhetorical questions... what went wrong? Why would he do this? Is society to blame?

A: He's a bad apple. He's rotten. No.

Rotten fruit can't be made fresh again. I've never believed in rehabilitation. It's impossible. You can not deny your nature, only mask it (see comments far above).

We can't change them, and we live in a society were it's unethical to identify them and lock them away. And even if we did practice some Orwellian preventative measures, think about this: when was the last death related to a Tornado? (That's right... a tornado. I'm pureeing my metaphors here.)

This year. Within the last month or so. Yet, we have pretty damn good detection and prediction.

Truth is, you can't stop the inevitable. Not in the daylight. Not in a Target parking lot. Not but twenty feet from your apartment building.

Monday, June 11, 2007 4:26:00 PM

 
Blogger the warrior bard said...

I hate the inevitable questions like that, too. Like I said, I believe strongly in accountability. Nobody else in this country seems to. They like to blame the parents, the music, the video games, the teachers, the gun shop owners... anything and anyone BUT the person who actually gunned down his classmates. Hey, stop blaming the entertainers already! We don't have anything to do with your bad choices!

I think the only way someone can rehabilitate is through a complete change of heart, a "religious awakening" if you will. I am very doubtful of some of these bad apples rehabilitating. Some people are irrevocably messed up in the head and have done things so heinous that they can't be given a chance to do any more damage to society. Sometimes a zit needs to be popped.

That guy in Tennessee who was executed a few weeks back... he sounded like he might not have needed to be executed. He had already been in the lethal injection chamber three times before, then pardoned. By the fourth and actual execution, he was just tired of being jerked around. He sounded like he had truly changed inside, but who am I to judge.

The band of punks who stole tires from my parking lot would only be "sorry" if they got caught. That ain't enough.

Some people are incorrigible, I agree. Hopelessly incorrigible. I'm not here to judge. I'm just here to condemn.

Monday, June 11, 2007 5:37:00 PM

 
Blogger the warrior bard said...

Minority Report is an awesome movie.

Monday, June 11, 2007 5:38:00 PM

 
Blogger the warrior bard said...

Pacifism sounds great on paper, but it doesn't work in the real world. Earth is a battlefield between good an evil, on billions and billions of tiny scales. If someone makes a move against you, you respond accordingly. I mean, that's the reason nobody should pick a fight. How is the defender supposed to know how far you intend to go with it? A stranger pulls a knife in an alley = stranger is solely accountable for what the would-be victim ends up doing to him.

Apparently, Missouri recently passed a legislation regarding breaking and entering: if two people break into someones home, and one of them gets shot for it, the one who wasn't shot is charged with manslaughter. If they break in while armed, the charge is murder. (I think that's right. I might need to check on that.)

THAT...... is awwwwesome. Finally, accountability is being considered. Think twice before you burglarize someone's house, because YOU are the one responsible for the repercussions!

Monday, June 11, 2007 6:39:00 PM

 
Blogger The Captain said...

When someone talks about how civilization has advanced, that even in the last 200 years we've improved so much... I like to remind them that the crime rate, per capita, was half or a third of what it is today just a mere 100-150 years ago.

Why?

People killed you if you fucked with them. To put it bluntly. Pardon.

Not that I'm advocating that everybody wear guns on their hips. I'm saying that just a stones throw back into our history, accountability was very explicitly illustrated.

What the hell happened?

And to say something for the Midwest, though I have problems with its politics at times, we do not bullshit. Here's an illustration of the observation:

Most "Old West" gunfights did not go down like the movies. No standoffs at high noon, each man standing on opposing end of the main thoroughfare. Save once in recorded history.

A man was shot dead, clean through the heart, on a city street (a high noon!) for his arrogance and possibly cheating about winning another man's pocket watch during a game of poker.

The town in which he died? Springfield, MO

The watch's owner that shot the braggart?
Wild Bill Hitchcock

Monday, June 11, 2007 7:10:00 PM

 
Blogger the warrior bard said...

No doubt about it. We Missourians are rough-and-tumble.

One of my favorite things ever is when Ponda Baba loses an arm to the judicious blade of Obi-Wan's lightsaber. He tried to placate him with a free drink and some Force influence, but Ponda Baba still wanted to smear Luke all over the cantina floor. Obi-Wan was having none of that. Instead, he dished out some savory, hickory-smoked, you-asked-for-it justice.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007 8:05:00 AM

 
Blogger The Captain said...

In a bizarre way, your last comment seems to imply that Obi-Wan was from Missouri.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007 8:36:00 AM

 
Blogger Aaron said...

Turn the other cheek...?

What is the difference between God in the Old Testament and God in the New Testament?

Do we have faith in this difference or not?

-Marx

Thursday, June 14, 2007 9:34:00 PM

 
Blogger the warrior bard said...

That is the paradox. As you said yourself, the problem with turning the other cheek is that you just keep getting slapped.

Friday, June 15, 2007 11:40:00 AM

 
Blogger the warrior bard said...

There is also a time to put your foot down and not allow the opportunity for further evils to be perpetrated.

Friday, June 15, 2007 11:41:00 AM

 
Blogger the warrior bard said...

I guess I subscribe to the philosphy of the Budo, and that's all I need to say about that. I realize that is a misunderstood philosophy, and I may further open a rift, but I'm at the point where I'm fine with that, because we're not all going to agree on something as vast as this subject. Society sucks, the end?

Damned if you do, damned if you don't.

Friday, June 15, 2007 11:43:00 AM

 
Blogger the warrior bard said...

A warrior fights out of necessity.

-TJS

Friday, June 15, 2007 11:57:00 AM

 
Blogger the warrior bard said...

Well, it would seem I just took one big giant shit in my food dish.

Friday, June 15, 2007 1:50:00 PM

 

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