Sunday, January 25, 2015

The Imperial Stormtrooper

The Imperial Stormtrooper is immensely popular. He enjoys the largest fan club in the world! Though he is nearly forty years old his popularity has never waned. His success is amazing; especially when you consider that he is a lowly, anonymous and expendable henchman.

The Imperial Stormtrooper wears a full suit of useless armor and is notorious for poor marksmanship. He is known for bumping his head or falling off of ledges. Heroes readily slaughter him with remorseless impunity. He lost an entire legion to a primitive tribe of little teddy bears. Why is this hapless goon so interesting? He has a catchy name, a sleek look and a dramatic story.

The faceless Stormtrooper can be anyone, male or female. Because he (or she) is a “villain” he (or she) is uninhibited. Because he (or she) is meant to die he (or she) need not fret the petty things. Because his (or her) name and face are that of the Imperial Stormtrooper he (or she) is immortal so long as there are Imperial Stormtroopers.

The least is indeed the greatest and the greatest least. The Imperial Stormtrooper inspired the world’s greatest fan club by being the inept and hapless foot soldier of villainy. His poor aim (when targeting heroes) and the uselessness of his armor are indispensable qualities of his distinct appeal. He is loved for being the easy victim of heroic violence. The Imperial Stormtrooper is a Keystone Cop of gritty action scenes.

The “useless henchman” is the plentiful, anonymous and expendable foot soldier of villainy. His purpose in adventure fiction is to be a readily available goon to be commanded by bosses and fought by heroes. He is the victim of choice for the silencing the sentry and hero versus throngs scenarios. Because his niche is inglorious by design he is seldom made interesting. The Imperial Stormtrooper is an example of how such a typically unsung type can be a wonder in his own right should his creator bother to craft him.

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Unreal Appeal

Art and fiction fall short lest they appeal to the mind, soul and flesh. The mind requires context, the soul yearns for meaning and the flesh desires nothing more than sensual gratification. Art and fiction are ridiculous without context. They are irrelevant without meaning. They are boring if not sensually gratifying, somehow.

A comely female is more appealing than one that is not. Violence to the death is more thrilling than that which is not. Good against evil is meaningful whereas rigmarole and happenstance are not. A narrative must come to fruition, for better or worse if it is to be satisfying. These truths are conventions because they are intuitively irrefutable. The art and fiction that endure prove my point.

Art and fiction are not about reality. They are the manifestations of thoughts and feelings as an expression thereof. Unlike technology and nonfiction their qualities are fanciful rather than empirical. Their appeal is emotional and psychological rather than overtly practical.

I am a writer, artist and game designer. I channel my thoughts and feelings into creative endeavors. I know what works because I know what I like. My very humanity is both my reference and my inspiration.

Art and fiction are unreal pleasures. They are products of the imagination. They are made of and represent thoughts and feelings. They give us insight beyond what is certain. We enjoy them because they stir what is within.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

The Free Man Stands Alone

Reality is what it is and shall never change. The world is what it is and seldom for the better. Only a person can be more or less than the sum of his parts. Only he can be good or evil at will. He is a blessing or a curse of his own accord.

Life of itself is meaningless. Survival and prosperity of themselves are in vain. To be remembered by the mortal is to be soon forgotten. We imagine meaning. Should we bother to make something of our figment it shall become something real, for better or worse.

I am a man of freedom and justice. I hold everyone to reap what one has sown, for better or worse. "Fairness" means nothing to me for such is the touted nonsense of those who mean to reap without sowing. I reject "social justice" because it is the sophistry of a sinister intent to assume control over every life and resource.

A man is but a spoil to those who would be his master. His hopes and dreams are but vanities to manipulate. His heart, mind, soul and strength are disposable resources to those who would be oligarchs or tyrants.

A free man is not for the taking. He does not covet others nor does he yearn to reap what they have sown. His pride is in his own accomplishments. His treasures are the fruits of his own labors. He alone may be justified for neither slaves nor masters sow or reap anything truly their own.


Friday, December 26, 2014

Sacrificial Pawns of Villainy

Fictional slaughter can be fun! The victims must be "villains" or else their deaths are a travesty. They must be legitimate combatants or else slaying them is nigh murder. They must be people of a sort or else their destruction lacks the intensity of moral consequences. They must be easy to kill or else contending with them becomes a grueling drudgery.

It is gleefully amusing to watch a hero stalk and subdue sentries with effortless impunity. It is thrilling and grimly satisfying to watch a hero slaughter assailing droves. We smirk with delighted contempt as the bodies of anonymous villainy are tucked out of sight, heaped into piles or left sprawled about.

I am an avid connoisseur of the plentiful and expendable foot soldier of villainy. The Imperial Stormtrooper of Star Wars is the most popular of this inglorious type of character. The anonymous Amazon of Classical Mythology is the oldest. My very own Concubine Sentinel of Strange Galaxy is a celebration of the type.

It is the narrative purpose of the nameless goon to be an easy victim. These lowly pawns of villainy are readily sacrificed and never mourned. Their violent indignity is their distinct appeal. We relish their unceremonious mortality. Their doom is our guiltless pleasure.


Monday, December 22, 2014

Good For Goodness Sake

History is not and shall never be a chronicle of freedom and justice. There is no science, philosophy, politics or religion that shall make right what is innately wrong. The simple are aimless and unruly. The wise are sinister. The mighty are cruel. Zombies meander, werewolves prowl and vampires lurk where human hearts should be.

Good people make things better. The wicked make things worse. A good life is a blessing just by being lived. A wasted life is poisonous whether by venom or rot.

Good is stronger than evil. That the wicked even pretend to be good proves my point. Alas, evil is illegitimate even among its own people. There is authority beyond what rules the world. Darkness, no matter how vast, gives way to even the slightest light.

Good against evil is not an ideology. It can neither be quantified nor codified. It has no worldly faction. It is never a matter of thinking particular thoughts nor feeling particular feelings. To be good is to be caring regardless of mood or whim. It is to strive for what is best in all things. It is to be friendly unto all who would be friendly and to be brave against those who are not. Be good for goodness sake.




Saturday, December 13, 2014

The Amazons

The Amazons of Classical Mythology were a nation of women devoted to war and hunting. They were generally antagonistic but never particularly villainous. Their valiant soldiers were readily slaughtered or sexually enslaved.

Some Amazons were better than others. Their queens and champions were renown for their beauty and prowess. Only the greatest of heroes were manly enough to best them.

The Amazons were mortal and only human in a universe teeming with fantastic entities. Though skillful and relentless their warriors were useless against superhuman heroes. Their armies were defeated in every war of theirs mentioned.

The Amazons are peculiar indeed. The very idea of warlike women remains a novelty to this day. Friendly or hostile, Amazons were slain by heroes. They were belligerent yet never sinister. They were aggressors yet sympathetic victims.

The Amazons readily suffered defeat and humiliation yet they remained proud and their realm was never vanquished. True to their womanhood they found their identity and strength in their solemn devotion.


Sunday, December 7, 2014

Thoughts and Feelings

Religion tells us to believe in something beyond ourselves yet relies on us entirely. Science pretends to be objective as if somehow divorced from the humanity of its scientists. Politics pretends to be caring as if assuming control of every life and resource was the epitome of compassion. The arts express our fancies and passions regardless of stark reality.

Human genius is irrefutable yet we mix it with speculation and agenda. Alas, our thoughts are innately corrupted by our feelings.

I am a writer and an artist. I am mindful that my feelings color my thoughts. Rather than pretend to be inhumanly objective I celebrate my humanity. I allow my thoughts to be fanciful. I refine and shape them into stories and images. I create works that entertain, enlighten and inspire.

Knowledge is impersonal. Wisdom is dispassionate. A human being is a person. We have feelings. Our hopes and dreams are what we strive for. The best of us imagine. We see possibilities and boldly explore them. For better or for worse we bring our thoughts and fancies to glorious fruition.