Oh, Atlanta #266

Long story short: waitress at crappy Atlanta Mexican restaurant addresses concerns over the presence of a noose hanging in the kitchen, ultimately gets fired for complaining.

I love the choice of words used in the CBS article

what appears to be a noose

Uh, make no mistake, that’s a noose, no matter what angle, direction or way you look at it.  I don’t think it can be mistaken for a pulley or a windsor knot or some sort of special rope tying method used to unearth a tree stump or something.  It’s a noose, specifically used to hang people – to death.  Snap their neck, asphyxiation, doesn’t matter.

“We pride ourselves on our diversity,” said No Mas! owner Steve MacNeil

He stressed what’s depicted is being taken out of context.

Out of context?  A noose?  What the fuck else context can a noose actually have aside from hanging people?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m laughing in the entirety of the time it’s taking me to write all this, because it’s really that absurd that I can do nothing but find it hilarious.  It’s totally wrong, abhorring, and completely inappropriate that a black woman would have to see such symbolism in her own place of employment; in 20-fucking-15 (at the time), and that there are people so dumb to one, think there would be no repercussions, and two, the fact that they actually get away with it, because the complainer is the one who got fired and not them.

It’s hard to imagine what’s more amazing about this whole tragic story, the fact that the restaurant itself has gotten away with all of this for this long, or the fact that the fired woman hasn’t gone Tyler Perry-mad black woman-batshit crazy with bringing in more racial ammunition to the field here.  I mean ultimately, kudos to the fired woman for basically having done everything by the book, despite being victimized so horrifically, and taking the high road in not being such a stereotype in the midst of this fallout.

Frankly, I wonder how long it’s going to be before this place is burned down in the night; it’s very much in the middle of a very predominantly black neighborhood, and there’s no guarantee that everyone else is going to be as civil and willing to turn the other cheek as the fired waitress was, when they find out that this is a place where nooses are hung in the kitchen.

I don’t even know how to tie a noose.  It’s really unnerving to think that there are people in this city who actually think a proper form of retribution is to whip out some rope, tie it into a death tool, hang it from a prevalent place in the work place, just to send a message.

That’ll learn those color’d folks to stop complaining about legitimate health code violations.

Don’t worry, nobody wants to be Charlotte either

I love to rag on Atlanta as much as the next Atlantan, because Atlanta truly does a whole lot of stupid stuff and makes a lot of terrible decisions.  But when the day is over, it’s kind of like mom jokes, where the royal we, are allowed to make them, but the royal you, AKA people who don’t live here, cannot.  At least, not without occasional retribution or expectations of defense.

Some Charlotte, North Carolina blogger has decided to take it upon themselves to speak on behalf of the population, declaring what the city must do avoid becoming like Atlanta.  Their extensive list is three bullet points big, one of which holds some weight, one of them shoe-horned in to give their list some fluff, and one an obvious personal gripe.

Yes, it’s embarrassing that Atlanta has as big of transportation woes as it does, and we’re all aware of all the racial, bureaucratic and money-driven reasons to why such exist.  Next, it’s amusing to dig up intel of a drought that occurred nearly ten years ago as justification to water concerns; a modicum of research might show that part of which was due to the state basically selling surplus water haphazardly, not to mention the city’s Department of Watershed is operated by crooks and incompetents which has lead to legions of backpay and high rates.

As for this author’s motorcycle, sucks to be them.

Either way, this list was shoddily written, obviously a fluff piece to stomp on someone else to try and elevate one’s self, but the fact of the matter is that at least Atlanta has already gotten to a size where trite things can be debated and argued, as opposed to Charlotte, which is pretty much the size of Alpharetta.

I’m pretty sure Mr. Perfect (RIP) could complete a pass to himself from one end of Charlotte to the other.

Atlanta is far, far, far from a perfect place, but honestly, I’d rather be Atlanta than Charlotte.  Charlotte is small and pales in comparison in things that I like in a city (professional baseball, expansive food scene).  It’s kind of interesting that Atlanta has this complex of trying to be a worldly city in the same breaths as New York, Chicago and Los Angeles, but in perspective, there are still places like Charlotte and Birmingham that have dreams of entering the same atmosphere as Atlanta.

Revisiting Battle Royale

Over the holidays, mythical girlfriend got me a copy of the Battle Royale novel.  Like most instances, I’ve heard time and time again about how the book was better, and since I was a huge fan of the BR film that was released in 2000, I was curious to see how the book stacked up against a film that I’d seen numerous times over.

I recently finished the book, and I’m having a difficult time in determining which was the superior, or if it’s even possible to compare.  Due to my familiarity with the film, I had a general mental picture of all the players of the game, which kind of led to ease in reading story where the imagination is already filled in for most of it, leading to where I’m basically reading words.

I guess the book was a little bit better, in the idea that they simply fleshed out and gave just about every student a modicum of spotlight to display a little bit of depth and character, before they were inevitably killed off, and there were some things that the book had that were omitted from the movie, or altered for ease of filming.  Frankly, I understand why the film did what they did in some of these cases, and in comparison to the book, there are some blatant scenarios where particular characters were used or displayed, solely for the fact that they had actor obligations to grant screen time, or something along those lines.

But it was a fun adventure revisiting a familiar property, but finding all the differences between book and film.  I do think that if a few particular events that happened in the book happened in the film, it would have led to some interesting execution on screen, but this is where I think some things were omitted, solely due to budget or difficulty of filming and/or post-production.

Most importantly, I thought the end of the film was really rushed and weak, and this is made more prevalent by how much more in-depth and thorough the book portrays it.  The book’s explanation of the ending was actually coherent, and not so much like something was missed in translation compared to the film.

But if there was absolutely one thing missing in the book, that made the movie particularly iconic for me, was frankly one of the best lines in cinema translation.  When I didn’t see the words “you’re the coolest girl in the world” in the book when Hiroki was seeing Chigusa off, all I could do was Peyton Manning face.

I’m rooting for Cam

The Denver Broncos versus the Carolina Panthers.

Who’d have guessed such a pairing for Super Bowl L?  Certainly not I, but then again, I haven’t really been paying that much attention to the NFL all season.

I’m more surprised by the fact that the Patriots didn’t mangle Peyton Manning again, and make it into the Super Bowl; I’d have bet money on them beating the Broncos by like 20 points, but it’s a good thing that I don’t bet on sports anymore, because I was still in Vegas when I could have.

Here’s an interesting factoid, that ye old eye test made me believe, and later confirmed by factual statistical evidence: despite the fact that in spite of the loss, Tom Brady still owns Peyton Manning in head-to-heads 11-6, but throughout his entire career, Tom Brady has struggled against the Denver Broncos, regardless of whom was the quarterback.  With a 5-6 record against the Broncos, Brady has taken more losses against Denver against anyone else outside of the AFC East division.  Aside from Peyton Manning, he’s taken losses against quarterbacks such as Brian Griese and Jake Plummer, vastly lesser heralded QBs.  For whatever reason, the Broncos have always plagued Brady, and even the ballast of Peyton Manning’s ineptitude against the Patriots couldn’t undermine them this time.

Anyway, when the day is over, I don’t really care who wins the Super Bowl this year, or any future year for the foreseeable future.  And if it the Broncos do win it, I think it would be cool if Peyton Manning immediately retires afterward, and manages to cash in on the ultimate luxury of going out a champion, drawing further parallels to John Elway.  Derpy as he is, Peyton Manning’s not a bad guy, and it legitimately would be cool to see him go out on top, and hopefully he’s smart enough to capitalize, if he wins.

However, I’m rooting for Cam Newton, and the Carolina Panthers to win it all.

One, nobody’s rooting for the Panthers to win it all, because they’re the Panthers, and people typically like “more traditional” franchises to keep winning championships, because it’s like maintaining the status quo.  The Panthers haven’t been this close since 2003, when Janet Jackson’s boob stole the show, and Adam Vinatieri hit one of numerous championship-winning field goals.

Two, it would be kind of fun to watch Atlanta media juggle the fallout of a Panthers win, because they’re division rivals that this city is supposed to hate, but Cam Newton is a Union City Atlanta native who is a known Falcons fan when they’re not playing the Panthers.

And three, because all season long, the media has been crawling all up in Cam Newton’s ass, saying he’s a poor role model, he’s bad for the game, he’s a disgrace, a bastard-fatherer, for absolutely no other reason than the fact that he’s black.  Seriously, all the rhetoric in the world can’t conceal the fact that Newton has been under fire all season long for no legitimate reason other than the fact that he is black and people are racist.

He put up respectable numbers in yards, TDs, QB rating, and rushed for more touchdowns than any other QB in the game.  Newton’s been the closest guy to really bringing a college QB experience to the pros, because he’s big, tall, nimble, can throw, and can really move.  He’s brought a sense of home field pride, gives footballs to kids and does charity work.  Sure, he’s confiscated some paraphernalia of opposing teams and dances when he celebrates, and fathered a child out of wedlock, but Tom Brady knocked up two different women and nobody seemed to care.  Gee, I wonder why that is??

The funniest thing is that Cam Newton has conducted himself as nothing short of a saint throughout all of this.  While crusty old white racists are writing to the Charlotte Observer, condemning their own quarterback who’s bringing their team out of the basement, while media outlets are trying to be vague and veiling their racism and failing, criticizing every little action he does, Newton has done nothing but go out and win games, all while embracing his fans, showing team unity, and simply bringing a whole lot of fun back into the No Fun League.

I’m still not going to say that I’m a fan of Cam Newton, but I certainly respect the guy, and come Super Bowl L, I’ll be rooting for him, because god only knows, he’s probably already being made out to be the big disrespectful black devil standing in the way to wholesome Peyton Manning’s likely final Super Bowl hurrah.  If for anything at all, just to get a whole lot of bigots and idiots, to shut the fuck up.

“Hacksaw” AJ Styles?

I didn’t watch The Royal Rumble, because I’m too cheap to get subscribe to the WWE Network despite the fact that I probably have way dumber monthly expenditures, but it doesn’t take a genius to find out means to get the gist of every show, even if you don’t actually watch it.

From what I can hypothesize, there are probably a lot of people that are salty over the fact that Triple H won the Royal Rumble, thus making him the World Heavyweight Champion, because the roster is full of younger, more deserving talent that probably deserved it more, but deserving is only part of the equation to what makes champions.  I don’t care.  HHH as champion is fine with me, because ultimately Creative doesn’t want to crown a champion, only for him to lose it in three months at Wrestlemania, when a non-long-term guy like HHH can transition it instead.

I’m pleased to see Kalisto win back the United States championship, because it’s the most valuable belt in the company and Kalisto being relatively fresh and new to the upper-tier scene, has a chance to really revitalize and freshen up a lot of mid-card storylines, even if it will probably a rehashing of a Rey Mysterio Jr. storyline.

Becky Lynch losing to Charlotte was kind of a no-brainer, because no matter how over and how much the fans wanted her to win, the WWE always errs on the side of “deny the fans to keep them coming back” or a little more than that, rather than cave in and give the fans what they want, on their first try.  Besides, this was a feud that was more or less a holdover for Charlotte to have something to do until Sasha Banks came back.

If there was any match that I wished that I had seen, it would probably have been Kevin Owens vs. Dean Ambrose; from what I understand, it basically stole the show, and I think both guys are tremendous workers, so such a claim probably was well-deserved.

But among one of the bigger surprises of the night, was the debut of AJ Styles; a wrestler long-coveted by smarks to come to the WWE, but didn’t, and honed his craft in second-tier promotions like TNA, Ring of Honor, as well as throughout Japan, until now.  Personally, I think his prime years are behind him, but I still think there’s probably a good bit left in the tank for him to fulfill several fantasy feuds, like with Seth Rollins, Kevin Owens, Sami Zayn, and maybe guys like Daniel Bryan and even John Cena.

However, I simply couldn’t get over the way he looked coming out of the curtain.  The first time I saw him, was in TNA, where he was basically a lookalike of Jamie Noble while wearing a puka shell necklace.  He was in the midst of a typical embarrassingly bad TNA storyline, but the talent was unmistakable.

But these photos from the Rumble showed this guy with long hair and a scraggly beard, that had me thinking “is that really AJ Styles?” and thinking that he basically looked like a young version of Hacksaw Jim Duggan.

Really, this post was an excuse to make a comparison picture between AJ Styles and Hacksaw, but the resemblance is there.  Considering they’re both from Georgia, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that one was straight up the younger version of the other.