The Greatest American Hero

I've been reading a delightful series of stories on the Evolution forum - The Summer of 1981, by Padraig. The story takes place on an idyllic island in Puget Sound (close to home), and since it is set in the summer of '81, it includes songs and TV shows from the era, including this one:

The Greatest American Hero starred William Katt (the classic California boy), Connie Sellecca (New Jersey all the way), and Robert Culp, the eternal secret agent. Katt auditioned for the role of Luke Skywalker in 1977.

I had forgotten that our red-suited hero got his powers from a UFO. The ship looks a lot like a ring, or perhaps a crown?

The symbol on Ralph's uniform resembles the Chinese character "center" [中]. As the symbol is red in color, Hong Kong television station TVB called the Cantonese-dubbed version of the show [飛天紅中俠], translated to mean "Flying Red Center Hero". It also resembles a winged creature, perhaps a butterfly.

Katt briefly appeared in Heroes season 3, "The Butterfly Effect".

Butterflies are also symbolic of "Monarch" mind control, homos, transformation, and Anteros, the "twin" brother of Eros, who is also a prominent symbol of London.

The theme song "Believe It or Not" was more popular than the show, reaching No. 2 in Billboards Top 40 list on August 15, and 22. It's been parodied many times, perhaps most famously by Michael Moore in Fahrenheit 9/11, Moore used it to underscore the famous scene where President George W. Bush landed on the aircraft carrier USS Abraham Lincoln and declared the end of major combat operations in Iraq.

This Youtube fan video is 1:44 minutes long, and was uploaded by "Borgqueen", who is 22 years old - from Oztralia. That butterfly be seriously flappin' her wings.

Why We Fight

So we've crossed our River Jordan, and already the gay meme is expressing a certain "militance". Dan Savage likens us to Jews in his latest article in the Stranger - My Kinky Normal Life:

The gays, according to [Sally] Kern, had a secret plan to convince the world that homosexuality is a "superior lifestyle." (Somehow Kern got her hands on a copy of The Protocols of the Elders of West Hollywood.)

In the same issue, we get a sort of amazing "defense" of promiscuous gay behavior by Adrian Ryan - My Alleged Night(s) of (Group) Sex, with the unusual (outside of religious fundamentalism) but nonetheless completely true excuse:

So why do we fags risk the risk—the diseases, the trolls? (Wear a condom!) Why face the face-picking meth zombies? Why wrestle the jealousy, the insecurity, the "you are totally a disgraceful whore" stigma? Why, why, WHY?

Because it's what God secretly wants of us, that's why. Because the voices command it. Because yo' mama.

And he's right. It's what we are programmed to do. The robotic clones of God.

Today we walked the dogs around the local school, which is now ours for a few months of summer. We came across a kinda sexy guy on a bike, and Var said, "He looked like Jango Fett".

Crossing the Jordan

Gay Pride 2009 dawned sunny and warm, perfect parade weather. The parade route began on Union and traveled along 4th Ave., through Belltown, until it ran into the Seattle Center at Denny Way, which hosted the post-parade party.

We drove into town and found parking on 6th and Stewart, just a two block walk to the parade, which was already in progress. We happened to choose the one street where the "God hates fags" people were damning us all to hell, which I took as representing my early experience of religion - one of guilt, repression, and fear. Love the One Way sign.

As it turned out, there were about a dozen churches marching in the parade, all waving their rainbow flags, claiming to be open, inclusive, gay affirming (willing to perform same sex marriages) and they were marching between nearly naked go-go boys, politicians, Dikes on Bikes, Corporate gay groups, gay baseball clubs and drag queens, and it occurred to me that this parade was actually a parade of my BRAIN, with all the memes expressed and running together, flowing in front of me in glorious 3D! So fasten your seat belts.

Considering the dour warnings of burning in hell from the GHF gang, the first group we saw roll by was a red Fire Truck [rescue, salvation from 911, hot fireman calendars] driven by... lesbians.

Then the circus arrived, with the black and white harlequin jester/joker [duality, chess, Masons, good vs. evil ], and a sense of illusion - [Maya, Satan, the Father of Lies].

The catwoman calls me out.

The gay frat marches by. Brothers, [Liberté, égalité, fraternité], Philadelphia, hot frat boy sex, and all that. They march in magical purple.

Mama Mia! (Mother, Abba, Daddy, birth, Mary, Christ]

A cute (and odd) couple, standing across the street. I note the boy on the left is seriously representing left brain [intellect, ego, technology, verbal skills] while the boy on the right is 100 percent Id - Eros. The Perfect Couple.

Next up is the Flying Spaghetti Monster, an inspired mocking of the nature of God. Note the two balls, heavy laden with the milky way. The pirates march along side. Butt pirates? Even mockers represent the faith.

Following directly is this All Seeing Eye [Sauron, Masonic, I Am] Gayz into my eyes? Hypnotic!

Now we have the Daughters of Isis belly dancers, enticing me with their multi-colored veils, but I am infused with the power of the Eye, and I see through the veil. Actually, these daughters of Isis seem pretty OK with me seeing everything, so no great eyesight required here.

We finally arrive at Seattle [Galactic] Center! With the Space Needle [obelisk, mushroom, penis, alien, UFO, father] reigning above. That's some kind of orange monster sculpture thing we walk under on our yellow brick road. Didn't devour us.

Here we are, finally made it to gay heaven, thanks to the usual sponsors! Note the Water of Life, spurting happily in the background.

These twin-like guys were walking around, one with a white cross on his chest, the other a red star.

The dirty blonde wearing sunglasses is what I was shooting, his T says "Swallow my pride". Awesome!

Departing heaven, we came across this black thunderbolt. I'll leave that symbol to you.

Happy Homo Sapiens Pride Day

It's Pride Day tomorrow, and we'll be spending it amongst our sisters and bros in downtown Seattle. It's been forty years since Stonewall, a mile stone of well, almost biblical proportions, and I wouldn't miss it for the world. I read the Stonewall Riots wikipedia entry last night, and all I can say is we've come a long way, baby!

I'm disappointed that the forecast is for showers (since there will be less naked manflesh on display), but given all the rainbow/Noah symbolism present, perhaps that is also appropriate.

See you at the Seattle Center!

Door to Door George

In my suburban neighborhood we occasionally get solicitors at the door. Most of them are teenagers, and most of them are selling magazine subscriptions or God-aweful candy, which they claim is for some higher purpose, like teaching them to be productive members of society, or helping their team make it to some tournament. Most of these are scams, and I am particularly vulnerable to them, because even knowing it's a scam, these are kids on the street who need some kind of help.

Tonight's visitor was a girl who claimed to be a gymnast (she even looked like a gymnast), and her coach was sending her around with children's books for me to buy and apparently the team gets a commish. She had no pics of her team, her coach, newspaper cuttings, not exactly clear what school she's from. It's a crazy deal, because I'd be more than happy to give the "team" 20 bucks to help them on their way, but not so happy to have some book "publisher" take a percentage of my donation?

So I'm acting all dubious, and she says "Sir, I wouldn't lie to you, I'm a Christian". And suddenly I saw George W. Bush standing on my doorstep!

I responded "Well, that was the wrong thing to say. I've been lied to many times by Christians", and closed the door. I can be quite the grump sometimes.

And in Other News...

Farrah Fawcett ALSO died today. Talk about unfortunate timing, being upstaged by the King of Pop. Ah well... Farrah had the morning... the Morning Star. Michael Jackson may have been the King of my college fraternity (even straight white boys loved Off the Wall) but Farrah was the Queen of Hearts, her chaste one piece swimsuit poster hung with care in every dorm room from Wazzu to Florida State. The Angel from Texas: famous, above all else, for her fabulous hair. The hair that launched a thousand trips (to the beauty salon), and the shaving of her scalp by her cancer doctor was one of those Acts... (the most famous head of hair in the world) that transcended the meme stream.

The angels (Watchers) were said to have been particularly attracted to the hair of the daughters of men, who they found beautiful, and took wives of whoever they chose. Even Paul warned women to cover their hair, "on account of the angels".

When men began to increase in number on the earth and daughters were born to them, the sons of God saw that the daughters of men were beautiful, and they married any of them they chose. --Genesis 6:1-2

Farrah must have sensed the role Hollywood had in store for her by her first season as an Angel, and she backed out of a contract that became one of the most famous contract disputes in Hollywood history. To her credit, she refused to become the next Whore of Babylon.

Farrah married Lee Majors, the Six Million Dollar Cylon/Angel, a marriage that was finally anulled in "The Burning Bed".

I'm only a gay boy, but I loved Farrah. Even contracts with the Devil can be anulled. We have shorn our locks.