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Friday, January 18, 2013

The 6 Most Aggressively Badass Things Done by Pacifists

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Here at Cracked, we take pride in our quest to chronicle the history of human badassery, from soldiers who make movie heroes look like cowards to people with the ability to survive pretty much whatever the world throws at them.

But there's a special kind of badass that doesn't get as much attention, and that's the kind that overcomes horrific violence with nothing but willpower, skill, bravery, and (to be totally fair) a somewhat stupid disregard for personal safety.

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From his 1942 enlistment in the U.S. Army, Desmond Doss was a living contradiction. He was a Seventh Day Adventist pacifist there voluntarily, but even under direct orders, he refused to so much as hold a rifle. He did have the excuse that he was going to be serving as a field medic, but his commanding officer still tried unsuccessfully to get rid of him through Section 8. Doss also refused to work on Saturday, so he had to make up for it throughout the rest of the week.

The Army was not the gentle and accommodating organization we know and love today, and all of this being a special snowflake stuff did Doss basically no favors. While praying, his comrades would chide and throw shoes at him. One of his comrades even told him that when the troop went into battle, he would shoot Doss himself.

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"Just not in the mustache."

Then came the May 1945 Battle of Okinawa. Doss and his group in the 307th Infantry were forced to climb a 400-foot cliff to attack entrenched Japanese troops. Once there, they received heavy resistance. This is where Doss went the pacifist version of totally berserk. According to his later citations, at one point Doss ran "through a shower of grenades to within eight yards of enemy forces." Over the course of the next two days, Doss provided medical services and pulled soldiers to safety, and was credited with saving the lives of 75 wounded, including the soldier who had threatened to kill him.

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"P.S. Sorry about that. It was war, you know?"

On the second day, one of those grenades finally got him and severely wounded his legs. Doss dressed the wounds himself and then waited five hours for someone to come and get him. When they did, en route to the field hospital under tank fire, Doss gave up his stretcher and told his bearers to carry another wounded soldier instead, which is about the point where you stop being a "war hero" and start being a "show off." The universe rewarded his willingness to abandon his cot by hitting him in the arm with a bullet when someone else tried to carry him from the field. Doss then broke his private vow to never pick up a rifle and tied one to his arm as a splint, thus becoming the world's only badass Mega Man Cosplayer, if one of the less accurate ones.

Doss crawled several hundred yards to the field hospital from there, and for his over-the-top heroism, he became one of only two conscientious objectors in American military history to win the Medal of Honor, which his tragically sincere religious conviction probably prevented him from using as a ninja throwing star.

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However, the Bible doesn't say anything about chakrams.

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In the 1970s and '80s, you probably wouldn't have expected that Los Angeles area reverend Bennie Newton would go on to perform a badass nonviolent act. This was because prior to his arrest, Newton was an armed robber, a drug dealer, and a pimp.


He dropped the loth for the cloth.

But then he was arrested and reformed, creating the Light of Love Ministry, as well as a company to help fellow ex-convicts get their act together. That company happened to be a carpet cleaning service, because real life is not above using contrivances straight out of some shitty Lifetime movie. And then, the LA riots happened.

In 1992, Newton was on his way to a peace rally. The police officers accused of beating Rodney King had just been acquitted, spurring the week-long race riots that would result in more than 50 deaths and 2,000 injuries.

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And a Sublime song.

Newton ran into a particularly bad mob that had taken Guatemalan immigrant Fidel Lopez from his truck and robbed him of $2,000. Lopez was then hit in the head with speakers that nearly tore his ear off, kicked, and stripped, and he endured his genitals being spray-painted black. On top of all that, he was doused with gasoline, presumably to be set on fire. In other words, it was ministerin' time.

The Bible-wielding Newton, calling on his theological training, threw himself onto the soon-to-be-set-alight Lopez and shouted "Kill him, and you'll have to kill me, too!" The crowd was unwilling to murder a reverend on top of an immigrant, because even mobs have standards. Newton escorted Lopez to his truck, and, when no ambulances would risk driving out through the riot-ridden streets, drove Lopez to the hospital.

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"Jesus! Do I have to do everything around here?"

Lopez and Newton stayed in touch, and when Newton was suffering from leukemia, Lopez often visited him at his bedside. The reverend passed away a year later, so we guess you could say that the LA riots turned out to be the final act in Newton's comeback story ... and you have to admit, it's not bad.

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Because you've seen Rambo, you're going to think you know where the story of American POW Dick Antrim is going. But his brand of badassery serves as proof that you can be a hero without mowing down an enemy platoon with a belt-fed machine gun.

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Or a magazine-fed one, dick.

After his ship was sunk by the Japanese navy, First Lieutenant Antrim (serving as executive officer) and the rest of the ship's survivors were brought to a POW camp. While there, Antrim saw (and we're quoting from his Medal of Honor citation here) a fellow officer "subjected to a vicious clubbing by a frenzied Japanese guard venting his insane wrath upon the helpless prisoner."

That's probably pretty terrifying for most people, but Antrim had just finished having the living crap bombed out of his ship, organizing lifeboats and supplies so that all but one of his men survived, and keeping his crew together through three straight days of floating in the Pacific Ocean. After that, he must've thought the guard's attempt to kill one of his men was, at best, cute.

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"Awwwww, wook at the widdle guard. Somebody forgot their big boy pants today!"

In spite of the fact that this prison was apparently staffed with prison guards from a Stephen King book, Antrim interrupted the guard's attack and told him (with sign language, since he didn't speak Japanese) that he would take the other prisoner's beating for him. By his account, the guards were so shocked at his audacity that they not only backed down, but also put Antrim in charge of digging trenches, making the guards "bipolar" in addition to "vicious," "insane," and "frenzied."

Although he had already looked death in the face and smirked, Antrim took things one step further with his new duty by organizing the trenches so that they spelled "U.S." from the sky. This had two effects: First, it notified Allied bombers that this was a POW camp (thereby saving hundreds of lives), and second, it guaranteed that if the plan was ever found out, Antrim would've been executed. He knew this, and he clearly didn't give a shit, because he had his men to look after.

Ten years after his death in 1969, they named a ship after him, because you're goddamn right they did.

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It's really more a scale model of his wang.

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Sunday, December 30, 2012

Things that should be banned from ads: the definitive list

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People doing accents that aren’t their ownOpera singersDumping out the contents of a bag into the bin to represent having a big poo 
“XYZ just got better” and ALL VARIANTS THEREOFBlue liquid to represent blood or weeMen being endearingly hopeless at household tasks or caring for childrenPretend testimonials from actors (take note, toothpaste ads)Children whisperingBullshit stats like “72% of 8 women who tested this product agreed”Mascara ads filmed with fake eyelashes“Up to X% more effective.” “Up to” includes 0% dammit!Brand ambassadorsMeerkatsMade up words. L’oreal’s “MILLIONIZER” and Three’s “INTERNETTING” are particularly irksomeChoirs and, in fact, all types of singingSlow-mo sneezing (“that’s just nasty”)Pseudoscientific names (one example was “hydrofidrpolylypicides”, haha)“Designed for humans” – well, OBVIOUSLYHorror movie trailers when you’re home alone and scaredFilming starving African children with a £5000 camera, then trying to make us feel bad for themImpressive but obvious word-weaselry: “here at Shell, we design fuel that works on a molecular level” …Duh“Like us on Facebook” as a call to actionBowels, the word “poo”, talk of bloody poo or bloody stoolsPeople staring in wonderment at absurdly ugly carsOrgasm-faces while eatingClassic songs rewritten about the brandAny and all songs we actually like (Blur’s “The Universal” will never be the same again)Jean Claude van Damme’s mulletFake job titles – as in “Hi, I’m Rick, a gum maintenance specialist”Children as adultsAirbrushingTerrible erection metaphors – like deflating balloons to represent being terminally bonerlessCats being smarter than dogs, in turn being smarter than menAds written to win awards, not sell productsHashtags. I don’t entirely agree with this one, but I will say misused hashtagsAdverts for adverts! What is this?! I’ve seen an ad for a Paranormal Activity ad three times this week!Talking animalsThe idea that you ‘deserve’ or ‘are worth’ a productSean Bean’s voiceMatt Berry’s voice (who is Matt Berry, you ask? Just imagine a BIG, EPIC BRITISH VOICE, VERY MANLY, PROBABLY TALKING ABOUT MOUSTACHES. There you go.)Carol VordermanQR codesUnrealistically attractive call centre fem-botsPlinky-plonky music (sorry @paulruk, but I don’t agree that it’s OK for Google and Apple!)Gross ads at teatimeThe word “bloating”The word “lovely”Irritating sound effects on radio ads. Especially bloody alarm clocks and bike bells

Three from @tomcopy that particularly made me laugh:

Supernaturally good-looking guy strokes clinically clean-shaven chin, smiles at self in mirror, woman comes up behindHumorously age-inappropriate behaviours (babies rollerskating, grannies rapping etc)‘At [brand], we believe [improbable principle]. That’s why we [tenuous link to product/service]‘

And the most rage-inducing:

MIS-SOLD PPI. HAVE YOU BEEN MIS-SOLD PPI? PPI? PPI?! PPI! AAAARGHThe Go Compare man (big surprise)POEMS, argh. And I’d like to add: song lyrics read as poemsAwful dubbing – the new Captain Morgan ad was mentioned several timesStephen Fry EVERYWHEREBrad Pitt for Chanel – new but fantastically unpopular

So there we have it, adland. All the stuff we’re not allowed to do for a while if we want our friends and countrymen to stay sane and not hate us. Well, more than they do already.

If I’ve missed anything that should definitely be banned from ads, add it in the comments.

[Massive thanks to all these lovely twitter people: @djtommytrouble, @HWmadeeasy, @holly_smithxxxx, @alexandervelky, @pwcfreelance, @chalkey79, @jacksleight, @stuandrob, @jonofthesouth, @annatullx, @suchak_, @the_chadd, @nnnomi, @stevie_kemm, @itsconor_ithink, @smh627, @joe_n1nety, @sam_20man, @mattdenton96, @30sumat, @ohforfucksam, @joannaax, @melissa_garratt, @mrharrymay, @downatheel, @akramsohaib, @lozgriffin, @stevenashworth, @waqas_1990, @conorjriverol, @laylanewman, @cherylyy, @carlajackson__, @emmawalpole22, @brianmathabela, @caitlinblount, @alconcalcia, @ericledford, @emilyd628, @dazgale, @iamatapdog, @eloise1104, @rhiannoncoats, @im_danclarke, @uchihadams, @oorightt, @brokensmiles_, @pawwow, @andyrae92, @keithgrimes, @blueb3rry_, @jordanxbuchanan, @tippett1996, @jemgillam, @saritaamy, @tomcopy, @digital_pariah, @baldtel, @andywilletts, @danmallerman, @larnerc, @jonnohopkins, @betarish, @james_l_thomas, @alextheboy, @hairingtons, @paulruk, @thedukeofbork, @nealedenaro, @dedhedzed, @rowan_kby].

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Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Things that should be banned from ads: the definitive list

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People doing accents that aren’t their ownOpera singersDumping out the contents of a bag into the bin to represent having a big poo 
“XYZ just got better” and ALL VARIANTS THEREOFBlue liquid to represent blood or weeMen being endearingly hopeless at household tasks or caring for childrenPretend testimonials from actors (take note, toothpaste ads)Children whisperingBullshit stats like “72% of 8 women who tested this product agreed”Mascara ads filmed with fake eyelashes“Up to X% more effective.” “Up to” includes 0% dammit!Brand ambassadorsMeerkatsMade up words. L’oreal’s “MILLIONIZER” and Three’s “INTERNETTING” are particularly irksomeChoirs and, in fact, all types of singingSlow-mo sneezing (“that’s just nasty”)Pseudoscientific names (one example was “hydrofidrpolylypicides”, haha)“Designed for humans” – well, OBVIOUSLYHorror movie trailers when you’re home alone and scaredFilming starving African children with a £5000 camera, then trying to make us feel bad for themImpressive but obvious word-weaselry: “here at Shell, we design fuel that works on a molecular level” …Duh“Like us on Facebook” as a call to actionBowels, the word “poo”, talk of bloody poo or bloody stoolsPeople staring in wonderment at absurdly ugly carsOrgasm-faces while eatingClassic songs rewritten about the brandAny and all songs we actually like (Blur’s “The Universal” will never be the same again)Jean Claude van Damme’s mulletFake job titles – as in “Hi, I’m Rick, a gum maintenance specialist”Children as adultsAirbrushingTerrible erection metaphors – like deflating balloons to represent being terminally bonerlessCats being smarter than dogs, in turn being smarter than menAds written to win awards, not sell productsHashtags. I don’t entirely agree with this one, but I will say misused hashtagsAdverts for adverts! What is this?! I’ve seen an ad for a Paranormal Activity ad three times this week!Talking animalsThe idea that you ‘deserve’ or ‘are worth’ a productSean Bean’s voiceMatt Berry’s voice (who is Matt Berry, you ask? Just imagine a BIG, EPIC BRITISH VOICE, VERY MANLY, PROBABLY TALKING ABOUT MOUSTACHES. There you go.)Carol VordermanQR codesUnrealistically attractive call centre fem-botsPlinky-plonky music (sorry @paulruk, but I don’t agree that it’s OK for Google and Apple!)Gross ads at teatimeThe word “bloating”The word “lovely”Irritating sound effects on radio ads. Especially bloody alarm clocks and bike bells

Three from @tomcopy that particularly made me laugh:

Supernaturally good-looking guy strokes clinically clean-shaven chin, smiles at self in mirror, woman comes up behindHumorously age-inappropriate behaviours (babies rollerskating, grannies rapping etc)‘At [brand], we believe [improbable principle]. That’s why we [tenuous link to product/service]‘

And the most rage-inducing:

MIS-SOLD PPI. HAVE YOU BEEN MIS-SOLD PPI? PPI? PPI?! PPI! AAAARGHThe Go Compare man (big surprise)POEMS, argh. And I’d like to add: song lyrics read as poemsAwful dubbing – the new Captain Morgan ad was mentioned several timesStephen Fry EVERYWHEREBrad Pitt for Chanel – new but fantastically unpopular

So there we have it, adland. All the stuff we’re not allowed to do for a while if we want our friends and countrymen to stay sane and not hate us. Well, more than they do already.

If I’ve missed anything that should definitely be banned from ads, add it in the comments.

[Massive thanks to all these lovely twitter people: @djtommytrouble, @HWmadeeasy, @holly_smithxxxx, @alexandervelky, @pwcfreelance, @chalkey79, @jacksleight, @stuandrob, @jonofthesouth, @annatullx, @suchak_, @the_chadd, @nnnomi, @stevie_kemm, @itsconor_ithink, @smh627, @joe_n1nety, @sam_20man, @mattdenton96, @30sumat, @ohforfucksam, @joannaax, @melissa_garratt, @mrharrymay, @downatheel, @akramsohaib, @lozgriffin, @stevenashworth, @waqas_1990, @conorjriverol, @laylanewman, @cherylyy, @carlajackson__, @emmawalpole22, @brianmathabela, @caitlinblount, @alconcalcia, @ericledford, @emilyd628, @dazgale, @iamatapdog, @eloise1104, @rhiannoncoats, @im_danclarke, @uchihadams, @oorightt, @brokensmiles_, @pawwow, @andyrae92, @keithgrimes, @blueb3rry_, @jordanxbuchanan, @tippett1996, @jemgillam, @saritaamy, @tomcopy, @digital_pariah, @baldtel, @andywilletts, @danmallerman, @larnerc, @jonnohopkins, @betarish, @james_l_thomas, @alextheboy, @hairingtons, @paulruk, @thedukeofbork, @nealedenaro, @dedhedzed, @rowan_kby].

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4 Things Hollywood Gets Wrong About the Holidays

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I watch a lot of Christmas movies, and I've also had lots of Christmases. I've noticed some discrepancies.

To be clear, I'm not going to use this list as an opportunity to say things like "In Christmas movies, magic is real and, duh, no doy, in real life NO IT ISN'T." Because magic is real, it's everywhere and all around us and I feel bad for anyone who doesn't know how to look for it.

I'm talking about the other stuff.

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The Family Stone; Home for the Holidays; literally every sitcom where an extended family gets together for Christmas

Going strictly by what Hollywood tells me, I'd say that Christmas was the most dangerous time of the year with more domestic disturbances than any other day. You've seen it in movies and especially TV shows: a family gets together, (usually one with a lot of relatives that don't often see each other), and even though the sweet matriarch just wants "one Christmas dinner that doesn't turn into a huge fight," some kind of disaster will ensue. A horrible family secret will be dramatically revealed, someone's awkward new girlfriend will say something politically incorrect and wildly offensive, someone will crash a car through a dining room wall and the turkey that your mother worked all god damn day on will be ruined.


Or whatever hilarious misunderstanding is happening here, for example.

It's fine, because in the morning, everyone will have made up and learned lessons and grown and "Hey we're not so different you and I, Santa," but first, a flaming pot roast needs to be launched through a kitchen window, right in front of their shocked neighbors.

In Reality

I'm not trying to brag, but all of my Christmases have been, at best, pleasant and, at worst, slightly awkward, and that only happened when I saw family members that I knew very little about and with whom I had no common ground. And I'm not some fancy, super well-adjusted guy. I am, on my best day, a nervous pile of farts in a sweater, (I said it was my best day).

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Oops, can't talk with presents. Right. Up. To your. Face. There we go.

I'm sure some people have very strained relationships with their families, and when those families get together at a big holiday, perhaps a fight breaks out, and for that I'm sorry. But the bottom line is that, for most people, a big, family dinner on Christmas is just a few, low-key hours with people you sort of know and sort of get along with who aren't necessarily your friends, and then there's pie.

As Seen In:

New Year's Eve; that one episode of How I Met Your Mother; that one episode of Friends

It's finally here! New Year's Eve! Time to get drunk, which you normally do at night, but this time there's counting! And when you're done counting, you get to make out with somebody. What's that? You don't have someone to kiss at midnight? You mean to tell me that you didn't bring someone along specifically to kiss when today turns into tomorrow? What were you thinking? How are you supposed to acknowledge the passage of time? What are you going to do when the rest of us-- literally, every single other person you know-- is kissing? Why did you even come to this party you stupid asshole?!

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Gotta keep it together. Maybe let's crack open the champagne early.

In Reality

It's just a holiday, Freak Show. I don't know how many New Year's sitcom episodes I've seen where the entire plot revolved around one of the characters not having someone to kiss at midnight and feeling like shit about it. No one brings up the obvious burn, ("Look on the bright side: You also don't have someone to kiss at midnight tomorrow, or any other time of day."), they just agree that anyone who doesn't get that special midnight kiss will ring in the new year as a total failure.

I'm not against kissing. Why, I did it just the other day, and boy I'll tell you it was just grand. I just think Hollywood's decision to make the midnight kiss the most important New Year's tradition is kind of bizarre. I generally spend New Year's Eve with a large group of friends, and my concerns are less about what I'm going to do for the one minute where the clock strikes midnight and more about what I'm doing before and after that moment. Are all of my friends safe? How can I maximize the amount of fun we're all having? Will there be enough food? Which one of the guys at this party looks like he knows where the weed's at?

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Tuesday, December 25, 2012

The 6 Most Aggressively Badass Things Done by Pacifists

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Here at Cracked, we take pride in our quest to chronicle the history of human badassery, from soldiers who make movie heroes look like cowards to people with the ability to survive pretty much whatever the world throws at them.

But there's a special kind of badass that doesn't get as much attention, and that's the kind that overcomes horrific violence with nothing but willpower, skill, bravery, and (to be totally fair) a somewhat stupid disregard for personal safety.

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From his 1942 enlistment in the U.S. Army, Desmond Doss was a living contradiction. He was a Seventh Day Adventist pacifist there voluntarily, but even under direct orders, he refused to so much as hold a rifle. He did have the excuse that he was going to be serving as a field medic, but his commanding officer still tried unsuccessfully to get rid of him through Section 8. Doss also refused to work on Sunday, so he had to make up for it throughout the rest of the week.

The Army was not the gentle and accommodating organization we know and love today, and all of this being a special snowflake stuff did Doss basically no favors. While praying, his comrades would chide and throw shoes at him. One of his comrades even told him that when the troop went into battle, he would shoot Doss himself.

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"Just not in the mustache."

Then came the May 1945 Battle of Okinawa. Doss and his group in the 307th Infantry were forced to climb a 400-foot cliff to attack entrenched Japanese troops. Once there, they received heavy resistance. This is where Doss went the pacifist version of totally berserk. According to his later citations, at one point Doss ran "through a shower of grenades to within eight yards of enemy forces." Over the course of the next two days, Doss provided medical services and pulled soldiers to safety, and was credited with saving the lives of 75 wounded, including the soldier who had threatened to kill him.

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"P.S. Sorry about that. It was war, you know?"

On the second day, one of those grenades finally got him and severely wounded his legs. Doss dressed the wounds himself and then waited five hours for someone to come and get him. When they did, en route to the field hospital under tank fire, Doss gave up his stretcher and told his bearers to carry another wounded soldier instead, which is about the point where you stop being a "war hero" and start being a "show off." The universe rewarded his willingness to abandon his cot by hitting him in the arm with a bullet when someone else tried to carry him from the field. Doss then broke his private vow to never pick up a rifle and tied one to his arm as a splint, thus becoming the world's only badass Mega Man Cosplayer, if one of the less accurate ones.

Doss crawled several hundred yards to the field hospital from there, and for his over-the-top heroism, he became one of only two conscientious objectors in American military history to win the Medal of Honor, which his tragically sincere religious conviction probably prevented him from using as a ninja throwing star.

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However, the Bible doesn't say anything about chakrams.

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In the 1970s and '80s, you probably wouldn't have expected that Los Angeles area reverend Bennie Newton would go on to perform a badass nonviolent act. This was because prior to his arrest, Newton was an armed robber, a drug dealer, and a pimp.


He dropped the loth for the cloth.

But then he was arrested and reformed, creating the Light of Love Ministry, as well as a company to help fellow ex-convicts get their act together. That company happened to be a carpet cleaning service, because real life is not above using contrivances straight out of some shitty Lifetime movie. And then, the LA riots happened.

In 1992, Newton was on his way to a peace rally. The police officers accused of beating Rodney King had just been acquitted, spurring the week-long race riots that would result in more than 50 deaths and 2,000 injuries.

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And a Sublime song.

Newton ran into a particularly bad mob that had taken Guatemalan immigrant Fidel Lopez from his truck and robbed him of $2,000. Lopez was then hit in the head with speakers that nearly tore his ear off, kicked, and stripped, and he endured his genitals being spray-painted black. On top of all that, he was doused with gasoline, presumably to be set on fire. In other words, it was ministerin' time.

The Bible-wielding Newton, calling on his theological training, threw himself onto the soon-to-be-set-alight Lopez and shouted "Kill him, and you'll have to kill me, too!" The crowd was unwilling to murder a reverend on top of an immigrant, because even mobs have standards. Newton escorted Lopez to his truck, and, when no ambulances would risk driving out through the riot-ridden streets, drove Lopez to the hospital.

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"Jesus! Do I have to do everything around here?"

Lopez and Newton stayed in touch, and when Newton was suffering from leukemia, Lopez often visited him at his bedside. The reverend passed away a year later, so we guess you could say that the LA riots turned out to be the final act in Newton's comeback story ... and you have to admit, it's not bad.

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Because you've seen Rambo, you're going to think you know where the story of American POW Dick Antrim is going. But his brand of badassery serves as proof that you can be a hero without mowing down an enemy platoon with a belt-fed machine gun.

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Or a magazine-fed one, dick.

After his ship was sunk by the Japanese navy, First Lieutenant Antrim (serving as executive officer) and the rest of the ship's survivors were brought to a POW camp. While there, Antrim saw (and we're quoting from his Medal of Honor citation here) a fellow officer "subjected to a vicious clubbing by a frenzied Japanese guard venting his insane wrath upon the helpless prisoner."

That's probably pretty terrifying for most people, but Antrim had just finished having the living crap bombed out of his ship, organizing lifeboats and supplies so that all but one of his men survived, and keeping his crew together through three straight days of floating in the Pacific Ocean. After that, he must've thought the guard's attempt to kill one of his men was, at best, cute.

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"Awwwww, wook at the widdle guard. Somebody forgot their big boy pants today!"

In spite of the fact that this prison was apparently staffed with prison guards from a Stephen King book, Antrim interrupted the guard's attack and told him (with sign language, since he didn't speak Japanese) that he would take the other prisoner's beating for him. By his account, the guards were so shocked at his audacity that they not only backed down, but also put Antrim in charge of digging trenches, making the guards "bipolar" in addition to "vicious," "insane," and "frenzied."

Although he had already looked death in the face and smirked, Antrim took things one step further with his new duty by organizing the trenches so that they spelled "U.S." from the sky. This had two effects: First, it notified Allied bombers that this was a POW camp (thereby saving hundreds of lives), and second, it guaranteed that if the plan was ever found out, Antrim would've been executed. He knew this, and he clearly didn't give a shit, because he had his men to look after.

Ten years after his death in 1969, they named a ship after him, because you're goddamn right they did.

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It's really more a scale model of his wang.

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Monday, December 24, 2012

4 Things Hollywood Gets Wrong About the Holidays

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I watch a lot of Christmas movies, and I've also had lots of Christmases. I've noticed some discrepancies.

To be clear, I'm not going to use this list as an opportunity to say things like "In Christmas movies, magic is real and, duh, no doy, in real life NO IT ISN'T." Because magic is real, it's everywhere and all around us and I feel bad for anyone who doesn't know how to look for it.

I'm talking about the other stuff.

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As Seen In:

The Family Stone; Home for the Holidays; literally every sitcom where an extended family gets together for Christmas

Going strictly by what Hollywood tells me, I'd say that Christmas was the most dangerous time of the year with more domestic disturbances than any other day. You've seen it in movies and especially TV shows: a family gets together, (usually one with a lot of relatives that don't often see each other), and even though the sweet matriarch just wants "one Christmas dinner that doesn't turn into a huge fight," some kind of disaster will ensue. A horrible family secret will be dramatically revealed, someone's awkward new girlfriend will say something politically incorrect and wildly offensive, someone will crash a car through a dining room wall and the turkey that your mother worked all god damn day on will be ruined.


Or whatever hilarious misunderstanding is happening here, for example.

It's fine, because in the morning, everyone will have made up and learned lessons and grown and "Hey we're not so different you and I, Santa," but first, a flaming pot roast needs to be launched through a kitchen window, right in front of their shocked neighbors.

In Reality

I'm not trying to brag, but all of my Christmases have been, at best, pleasant and, at worst, slightly awkward, and that only happened when I saw family members that I knew very little about and with whom I had no common ground. And I'm not some fancy, super well-adjusted guy. I am, on my best day, a nervous pile of farts in a sweater, (I said it was my best day).

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Oops, can't talk with presents. Right. Up. To your. Face. There we go.

I'm sure some people have very strained relationships with their families, and when those families get together at a big holiday, perhaps a fight breaks out, and for that I'm sorry. But the bottom line is that, for most people, a big, family dinner on Christmas is just a few, low-key hours with people you sort of know and sort of get along with who aren't necessarily your friends, and then there's pie.

As Seen In:

New Year's Eve; that one episode of How I Met Your Mother; that one episode of Friends

It's finally here! New Year's Eve! Time to get drunk, which you normally do at night, but this time there's counting! And when you're done counting, you get to make out with somebody. What's that? You don't have someone to kiss at midnight? You mean to tell me that you didn't bring someone along specifically to kiss when today turns into tomorrow? What were you thinking? How are you supposed to acknowledge the passage of time? What are you going to do when the rest of us-- literally, every single other person you know-- is kissing? Why did you even come to this party you stupid asshole?!

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Gotta keep it together. Maybe let's crack open the champagne early.

In Reality

It's just a holiday, Freak Show. I don't know how many New Year's sitcom episodes I've seen where the entire plot revolved around one of the characters not having someone to kiss at midnight and feeling like shit about it. No one brings up the obvious burn, ("Look on the bright side: You also don't have someone to kiss at midnight tomorrow, or any other time of day."), they just agree that anyone who doesn't get that special midnight kiss will ring in the new year as a total failure.

I'm not against kissing. Why, I did it just the other day, and boy I'll tell you it was just grand. I just think Hollywood's decision to make the midnight kiss the most important New Year's tradition is kind of bizarre. I generally spend New Year's Eve with a large group of friends, and my concerns are less about what I'm going to do for the one minute where the clock strikes midnight and more about what I'm doing before and after that moment. Are all of my friends safe? How can I maximize the amount of fun we're all having? Will there be enough food? Which one of the guys at this party looks like he knows where the weed's at?

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