The Watchtower of Destruction: The Ferrett's Journal - January 10th, 2008
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10:35 am
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BWAH HAH HAH
It hit the Intarwebs four days ago, which makes it old news I'm sure, but this is the funniest thing I've read all week:
The Republican debates according to a 9-year old
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02:36 pm
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Sad, Sad, Sad
I disowned Erin last night. Fortunately, she was my daughter again before the night ended. I disowned Amy for the same reason, and for about the same time period.
You can't be my daughter. Not if you've never seen Star Trek II: Wrath of Khan, anyway.
Erin's been on a Star Trek kick lately (she thinks Spock is cute and believes herself to be vaguely freakish because of this, a habit replicated by young women all over the world), watching the originals and laughing her ass off even as she enjoys it. Me? I just hate all of the lost ground.
See, when Star Trek began, it was fucking revolutionary. You had a black woman on the crew? Hell, this was less than five years after black folks were still getting the hose and the dogs just to sit in the same restaurants as white folks. And Chekov arrived in the second season - a goddamned Russian! Russians were still banging their shoes on the table and screaming that "WE WILL BURY YOU!"... And they could do it, too, with their Godless nuclear missiles. What the fuck were they doing in space?
The answer was that they were pushing the boundaries. We were all human, Roddenberry said - black or white, Chinese or American or Russian or Scottish. Didn't matter. We were all going to the stars to discover our destiny.
Too bad about those fucking fags, huh?
Yeah, no room for them on the Enterprise. I wouldn't expect that in the 1960s, but come the Next Generation, when they put a blind guy on to show us just how enlightened they were, I was kind of hoping for an openly out crew member. Then I was hoping come Deep Space Nine and Voyager. But apparently, gay folks just don't make it as main cast members.
If there was a Star Trek today, you know who I'd have on it? There'd be a gay guy on the ship, his little pierced nipples sticking out from underneath the spandex shirt. And the security officer would be a full-on Muslim Iranian, with the turban and the attitude, fighting daily snark-wars with the ship's atheist (who'd have a much harder uphill battle denying God when he met Q).
And they'd all be military, dammit. They'd be there for their job. They'd take orders from the captain, they'd fight for humanity, and when the chips were down, they'd lay their lives for each other. This wouldn't be the barely-contained riot of Farscape, but a crew of men and women who'd assembled together for the greater good - a cohesive unit of people who we thought would never be able to work as one.
That's the Star Trek I know. But somewhere along the way, it lost courage and relevance. Alas.
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