What the Frak is going on?

Just like 24. I was Johnny-come-lately to the new season of Battle Star Galactica. Actually, I started watching it about two years ago. I would catch an episode here and there, but I never really got into it just like 24



and just like with 24 I rented an season from Blockbuster spent the weekend watching it (I love back to back television with no commercial) and I was hooked. The first thing you notice is the robots don't look like they did when I was growing up. You know the ones back in the 70s with the red light blazing back and forth. They still exist, but the ones that mostly interact with humans look like the photograph above... and they love sex and are fully capable of snapping your neck... just like one of them did in the first episode. She saw a human baby was really curious asked the woman "could she hold it"... then just like that. She snapped the poor baby's neck and put it back in the stroller and walked off as if it was nothing



DAMN... but I guess that's the way the writers of the show want you to know although the the robots are not clunky with steel and have a red blazing eyeball. They are very lethal killing machines. Just like their brethren, they just have sexy skin covering them



and speaking of sexy. That's one thing that I've noticed in watching the episodes. The new Battle Star Galactica is heavily female driven Starbuck is a pilot Jock, who believes in drinking with the guys screwing the guys and occasionally going toe to toe with a serious right hook. She has no qualms about back talking her superior officers waiting for them to punch her out all the while. She is packing a right hook of her own and not afraid to use it. Even though she is often thrown in the brig after punching out one of her male officers or female



the bathrooms and living quarters aboard the Galactica are coed and you will often find yourself doing a double take were in my case rewinding the DVD because I knew I saw a nipple. And yes it was attached to a woman :-)... I did not know they can get away with this on basic cable. :-)



and the president of the fleeing colonies is also a woman, who is borderline power-hungry and dictatorial and uses her presidential authority to throw people out of airlocks. If she is not satisfied with their information



but I must admit, this series is heavy on characters and storyline. They really don't have a big budget for Star Wars type space battle scenes and you can tell. But the storyline and characters more than make up for the week to the average special effects



as my friend was telling me last night. That's probably why it appeals to so many women as she says. "Guys like to see things blown up." Women want to know why was it blown up?"... I think she may have a point



oh, and I forgot the language and the violence did I mention sex :-)... apparently on Battle Star Galactica everyone likes to cuss. So instead of saying Fuck or Fucking that word is replaced by Frak!! One any episode you can count how many times Frak is used up into the hundreds even during the sex scenes... Frak me for Frak harder!!



The only thing about being Johnny-come-lately with series like this that you realize are good. After you watch back to back episodes is sometimes it's the last and final season. Such is the case with 24 (but they are already talking about making that a theatrical movie)... and this is the final season for Battle Star Galactica... oh well I guess I will find another television series in a box set... I heard something about a program called Gray's anatomy. I wonder what that about? LOL

No Tears for This King

Today was always a hard day for my mother when she was alive. Today is the 40th anniversary of the assassination of Martin Luther King. My mother would always say this was a bittersweet day for her bitter because she knew where she was when she heard the news of Dr. King's assassination. I can only imagine her grief in my eyes. My mother was a strong woman, and I had only seen her cry. One time



that was the morning of the launch of the space shuttle Challenger. I was home from school that morning and was obsessed with watching the shuttle launch. She was in the kitchen, watching her television by this time, all of the major networks had stopped broadcasting the launch of the space shuttles. So I watched it on public television. The shuttle launched on time, rolled on its back, and in the words still haunt me "Challenger. You have permission for throttle up!! There was a pop in the sky rained down with parts of the Challenger



I screamed to my mother. "Mama the space shuttle just blew up!!... stop playing stew!"... as she turned to the channel by now every network had started broadcasting it by the time I got into the kitchen. She had tears streaming down her face. There were no words from her mouth. Just silence and eerie silence...



that was the most devastating thing my generation had seen up until the terrorist attacks on 9/11. But every year, looking back at April 4. I wonder what my mother's generation was going through and their leader was struck down by an assassin's bullet I can only imagine the devastation she felt. She never really talked about it. She just told me that I was the sweet part in this bittersweet day because I was born two weeks later to the day. She would ask me "Tucker, how old are you boy!"... I would say my age, and then she would tell me "do you know that two weeks ago to the day. They murdered a king."... as children often do, I would ask that inevitable question that sometimes has no answers... why. Why did they do that... her reply was always "I don't know sweetheart I will never understand man's inhumanity to man"...



by this time my father would be around and he would say "but you don't grieve for that man. He was never afraid to die that's right son good old Martin was probably looking right at that cracker. When he pulled the trigger and Martin was probably laughing, because Martin knew his work was done, because you can't kill a journey that we have to take"...



so a few weeks ago I ordered this documentary that you see above, because I want to get in the mindset I want to feel what my parents felt. It's an incredible documentary, probably the best one I have ever seen but it left me asking more questions. Not of the documentary about my mother and father



what would they think today 40 years later, we have a black man and a white woman almost steps from ascending to the highest office. It just seems so surreal watching white police officers make their dogs attack black people. And now 40 years later, things have changed so much. At least from my perspective, I can only imagine if they were alive, including Dr. King would what they think



I know one thing I do have my fathers in my brother's state of mind I don't fear death I don't fear any man. I don't know if it's because I'm getting older or I'm becoming more like the men I admire... so today for me as my father told me will be no tears for Dr. King. Just a deep admiration and a silent prayer