It's a word thrown around loosely nowadays. Especially in America. Everyone and their mother is a hero, and all-American hero, to be precise.
Thank goodness the presidential election is over. Another month of that drawn out process and the term "maverick" would have become a permanent fixture in everyday referencing as well.
Some keep it simple with responses such as mom or dad. It's different to different people- politians have Lincoln, Reagan and Clinton. Sports fanatics have Jordan, Ruth, Gretzky, etc. Oprah for others, hell, Bill O'Reilly even has a few nutjobs that hold on to every toxic word he belches out. Firefighters and astronauts for some. The cheerleader for us ALL and it's clear that the world, as a whole, has jumped on the Barack Obama bandwagon (I think the LGBT community has jumped off though. Long story, not getting into that one SELF).
As for me, I have my sports icon in Scottie Pippen. Politican, Claude Wathey (*ahem* NOT!), and Bill Maher to apease my cynical side among others, but none of the aforementioned "heroes" have managed to leave to lasting impression that my hero has left on me, as I'm sure he has done for so many of you without you even realizing it.
He's been on television expressing his world views for well over a decade now. He's as hateable a character as Ann Coulter and just a little less loveable than the late, young Matty Stepanek who touched so many with his Heart Songs.
Although he may seem like any other young person, he's one that truly broke the mold (pun intended).
So, who is my hero you might be asking yourself?
My hero is none other than Eric Theodore Cartman. Yes, THAT Eric Cartman of the highly acclaimed cartoon series, Southpark.
For those of you not familiar with the program, Eric is an overweight 8-year old boy that lives with his mother who adores him despite the disrespect he dishes out in her direction almost everytime she's on screen.
He surrounds himself with three classmates/boys (Stan, Kyle and Kenny) from his little mountain town. Although they always do things together, they all detest Eric and are quite open about it. The reason they...and everyone else hate him, is because Eric is manipulative. Moreover, he's insensitive to others, antisemetic, racist beyond belief, prejudice for the heck of it and... to sum it all up he's simply an asshole.
How could such a person be my hero?
A child who's own hero is Adolf Hitler, a child that has a disturbing affection and shrine of Mel Gibson, a child that would infect you with AIDS just so he wouldn't have it alone if he himself had it (which he did), a child that would pretend to have Tourette's Syndrome just to get on television or poke fun of Breast Cancer... but I digress, let me go back to making my point.
Well, if you think about it long enough you'll realize that there's a little Eric Cartman in all of us. Eric is the cartoon personification of all that's bad in the world and in people. Emphasis on all, seriously, ALL. He's as real as they come though. We all think similar things as he, maybe not to mock those with Tourette, torture animals and give others AIDS, but we all have to own up to the fact that we, too, are sometimes afraid of the unknown and wish to keep things as they are (I live in the Netherlands, I know what I'm saying when I say people are afraid of the unknown and embracing change). Anyhow, my thoughts are running too fast for my fingers to catch up.
Okay, I don't like the kid at all and if real and residing near to me, I'd have no problem beating him to a pulp. Dude is seriously a little shit. Albeit so, Eric is a child that believes in his beliefs and doubts in his doubts. So you got to respect his authoritaaah.
Regardless of the outcome, Eric will see a situation through. He is passionate about his convictions and acts on them with when the powers-that-be fail to do so. That too is not necessarily accurate, if he realizes his actions will come back to bite him in the ass he take a lesser stance and let someone else take the brunt of the stick, but the same more would not help build my case.
To be honest, I really can't think of more ways of justifying his poor, inhumane behaviour. It's hard to make an argument/case for Eric when you think about it. You know what...let's just forget I mentioned all this.
Later
P.S.: Today January 12th, 2009 happens to be my 23rd birthday. Hip hip hooray for me. As I look back over my life I must say that it's been pretty cool thus far. I've met people, been to places and done things that most St. Maarteners would never get the chance to do. And as I enter this year I have decided to once again make it the Best year Yet. So I will now cut the cake and celebrate in my lonesome and to those of you who have forgotten me on this day: no love lost.
P.P.S.: Finally remembered the password to this thing. I should probably write it down, but I know I'll forget to do so.
Sigh...After a long hiatus, this is what we get? Atleast you put up SOMETHING! Anyhow, you couldn't have found a more flattering picture of Claude eh? *sarcasm* Well the author of the book is actually the one to blame. Moving on, who the hell is Matty Stepanek? He or she? I can't tell? Heart Songs? WTF? Dude, you need to break this down... No love lost? We would be enemies for like a month, atleast. And Hollanders embrace change more than here, transvestites with bald spots IS embracing change my friend, with open arms. Anyhow, this just gave me inspiration for my next post.
ReplyDeleteYou saw the balding transvestite too! Dude, there truly isn't a worser sight. Yes, worser.
ReplyDeleteMatty Stepanek is for the feminine audience. He, yes male, was Oprah little puppy dog for like a year. And having a mother which means I had to watch Oprah means I knew who little Matty was.