I’m happy for you not to vote.

Not only does your lack of vote mean my vote is worth just a teeny-tiny little bit more, but if you don’t vote I won’t need to pay any heed whatsoever to your incessant whining about that pignut Banks becoming mayor again. (I hope he doesn’t, but a lot of people seem completely incapable of detecting his seemingly endless, delusional, balls-out lies.)

Of course, if you did vote, I’d be happy with that too.

Pedometer

[pee-do-mee-ter]
–noun

  1. The distance at which parents consider their young offspring safe from the nearest pedophile. Unusual among Système International units of measure in that the pedometer varies depending on the material through which you measure, a pedometer is equal to approximately 1.828 meters (or 6 feet) when measured through soil, or 55,758,006,000 meters when measured through the vacuum of space. Abbreviation: pedo
  2. An instrument that gauges the distance to the nearest pedophile.

Also, British, paedometre.

More on the Shooting

Not only is the Canterbury District Police Commander talking about Tazers – making me look prescient, because no one could have seen that coming. From a fucking mile away. But there have now been two (claimed) eye-witness statements released by the media, the first was that Hammer Man was standing with his arms against his sides when he was shot, the second that he was charging the police at full tilt with the hammer held high over his head.

So, uh.

WTF, Koreans?

I managed to twist my brain, it’s not my fault though. I was innocently having a wonderful meal in my current favourite Korean place, when I spotted this crazy mural. It’s even worse in person – there are more people involved than you can see.

What the hell is up with this Korean mural?

To figure out what twisted my brain, look at the feet, and then figure out how they attach to the bodies. The green lady (or as I think of her, the rape lady) in particular appears to have had her spine b0rkened.

When you willfully put yourself in harms way, is fearing for your safety still justification for killing?

According to a lawyer friend the law in this regard is reasonable and well defined. You can justify killing someone in self-defence if you have immediate threat of death or grievous bodily harm. And if you do, your actions will be judged subjectively.

Obviously this hasn’t come up out of the blue – last night, just days after the debacle over the bizarre ‘people with knives deserve to be shot’ police email leak, we’ve had a police shooting.

According to the (crappy) reporting so far, Christchurch police were called out to a ‘domestic’ incident, when they arrived a man was smashing up a car with a hammer. So far, so good. But from there things get murkier.

For some reason an armed police officer put himself in harms way, and shot the man wielding a hammer four times (according to an ear-witness report), possibly after the man with the hammer made ‘violent threats’.

The violent threats, in my humble opinion, are practically irrelevent – everybody has seen someone make stupid threats at the height of anger, and surely the police are trained to ignore what is said in these cases, and only act on what is actually being (or likely to be) done. So, I posit that we can for practical purposes ignore said threats.

More important than the threats, is whether the officer feared for his life, or only his safety.

This is an important distinction – fearing for your safety can be the natural response to a dumb drunk balling up his fist. But a drunken punch might hurt, but probably won’t lead to anything worse than bruising (I bet I’ve been punch a shit-load more than you have – and indeed I’ve been punched and kicked by police – I used to train with two police offers when I was active in my martial arts).

It can hurt to be punched, depending on where you’re hit, but reasonable people don’t believe that officers that are struck should shoot back, right? So to what degree did the officer fear for his safety? No question that a blow with a hammer is a great deal more dangerous than a blow with a clenched fist, but this isn’t an unreasonable question is it?

The police are (ineptly) trying to imply that he may have had other weapons than the hammer. However, as dubious as I am of this, I’m guessing that even if he did, it will turn out to be something highly menacing like a spanner or a tire iron. Because if he had, say a shotgun, we wouldn’t have even heard about the hammer, now would we?

If he had been armed with a firearm of some kind, that would be much more serious – and indeed it would be easier to justify his shooting. But I wonder if he would actually have been less likely to be shot – even the vast arrogance of some police will make them keep their distance from a man with a gun. And given just a little time for reflection, even an angry idiot can cool off and put down his weapon(s) and surrender to the police.

The crux of the biscuit, and this is the lesson that the police should have learned from the Wallace killing:
A man with a hammer (or a golfclub), no matter how enraged he is, can’t hurt or damage anything he can’t reach.

So why, knowing this simple fact of physics, would you walk up and stand close enough to him that he represents an immediate threat to you?

Contain the threat, keep your distance, and wait for backup. If a dog gets there, send it in to bite the shit out of him. 6 stout men with helmets and long batons should be able to make pretty short work of ‘pacifying’ one guy with a hammer – no matter who he is – with no risk to any of their lives.

(N.B. I fully realise that it is possible that the police on the scene tried to do this – and that the man immediately charged the officers on their arrival, giving them no choice but to defend themselves. So please forgive me for expressing my concerns with this shooting before all the facts are available – for I am greatly and genuinely concerned about abuses of power by armed police, and believe that more talk on this subject is better than less.)

Property damage simply doesn’t justify killing, but I don’t think it requires an unreasonable mind to think it might justify a damn good thrashing.

Regardless of the facts in this case, here are three things I believe:
1. It is better for our entire society that police can be trusted and respected, and I don’t want to see them attacked (whether merely hurt, or indeed killed). But being a police officer doesn’t give you an automatic right to kill or hurt who you want, so sometimes the best course of action is to keep your distance and try to contain the situation rather than back a nutter into a corner and force unnecessary confrontation.
2. The police need to sort their shit out when dealing with the media.
3. This is going to be used as justification for a nationwide Tazer roll-out.

I’m very interested to hear your thoughts on this matter, and I genuinely hope that it turns out that the police acted reasonably in this case.

Superbad (2007)

Let me start by saying that if dick jokes, constant swearing, and endless boy talk about ‘pounding the vag’ aren’t your idea of funny, you’ll hate the fucking shit out of this movie.

I was completely in my element.

The story of a day in the life of three high school kids, as they go about preparing to make an impression (well, hook up with girls) at the last party of their last year in high school before heading off to college. The boy actors (ages 24, 19, and 17, but still boys in my book) are all completely awesome, I’m sure you’ll recognise Michael Cera from Arrested Development, the fat guy Jonah Hill (40 Year Old Virgin, Click, I Heart Huckabees, and so on) and awesome neeeeeeerrrd Christopher Mintz-Plasse (from nothing, but I’m sure he’ll be a character actor in a bunch of other movies now, he was really good).

I don’t want to drop any spoilers, but… McLovin (AKA Fogell, the nerd) not only gets some with a cute ginge, but he finishes off his night by shooting the shit out of a police car and watching it burn. Seth (the fat kid) gets hit by two cars, gives a girl a black eye, and has a sweaty manlove experience in a basement. And our boy Evan wins the girl (Becca AKA Martha MacIsaac, and I don’t mind telling you I thought she was hawt).

Ok, so I guess I did want to drop spoilers after all.

With lines like: Jules “You scratch our backs, we’ll scratch yours.” Seth “Well Jules, the funny thing about my back is that it’s located on my cock.”
There was just no way I wouldn’t enjoy this movie. Ok, that’s not true. There were ways. But it didn’t do any of them!

(Squirting blood bottle fight!)

The cops are great (one of whom is Superbad co-writer Seth Rogan), the boys are great, it’s all funny, and it all ends well. (Yeah, that’s another spoiler, it’s not like I gave away that the nerd died at the beginning and was a ghost for the whole rest of the movie. Oh wait.)

As long as you pay attention to my caveat – dick jokes, swearing, vag – I urge you to go see this movie, though judging by friends that have seen it, Superbad seems to be a bit polarising.

(However, I would just like to point out that after over 35,000 votes have been cast on IMDB, this sucker still has an 8.3 out of 10, which is bloody good.) (Man, I’m going crazy with parentheses lately, huh?) (Bygones.)

Rabbits and cabbage. Rabbits and cabbage. Rabbits and cabbage. Rabbits and cabbage.

Mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy. Where are you, mummy?

I have a gun, I could go and shoot something.