The CSI Effect: Fascism Tutorials On Primetime


This was originally published on a blog I’ve since taken down called “Fear The Seeds”.

CSI’s “Nick Stokes” was the voice of Captain Atom on
the ‘Justice League Unlimited’ [crapfest] cartoon.

Just An Observation Made On A Saturday Morning

“Space may be the final frontier,
but it’s made in a Hollywood basement.”

Red Hot Chile Peppers

When Yeltsin was in the process of resigning he warned the world Russia was slipping back into Totalitarianism, but he was a drunk and appeared foolish so no one listened.

The New CSI Effect: You Have No Right To Your Rights

Over the past few years there has been a growing phenomenon in American courtrooms called “The CSI Effect” which has forced judges in criminal cases to instruct juries that programs such as CSI are fictional, law enforcement do not, in any way, operate like the television program and the fact is there are uncertainties in the legal system, from gathering evidence to actual arrest to court proceedings. Judges are actually forced to explain that in most cases results from evidence gathering can take weeks and months to return from labs, and that most of what is shown on CSI is either fictional or unproven. Facial recognition software, for example, is not something most American and Canadian jurisdictions have access to, simply because there are no camera’s conveniently hanging around 99.99902% of crime scenes.

There is another, more insidious effect CSI and other similar programs are having, however. It is the idea of an infallible state. It isn’t much of a stretch from believing CSI represents the reality of crime scene investigations to believing in the philosophy of its infallible and omnipresent judiciary system. And it’s when we start believing the tools of The State are infallible that Fascism takes hold, and in our current culture we’ve become entranced by the very idea of police forces who not only use near-magic to capture their suspect but also do whatever it takes to prove to themselves and us the suspect is guilty before trial. There have been as many as four different Law & Order programs on NBC each week, three CSI programs on CBS along with Fox’s 24. In addition CBS has Cold Case, Close To Home, Criminal Minds, Numbers and NCIS while NBC has Crossing Jordan. Each one of these programs tells viewers that plain-clothed government officials (very rarely are uniformed officers allowed to use these tactics) are never to be questioned. In this way the CSI programs are like first-year University courses on ‘How To Start A Fascist State’.

In the still-fictional CSI world making making trouble when a State Official wants to take your DNA or fingerprint without a warrant or even asking for Just Cause is immoral and a sign either of your guilt or that you don’t care about little children who have been raped, mutilated and/or murdered. All three CBS programs are amoung the top-five watched programs in America and Canada, and all three teach us that technology in the hands of The State is infallible and law enforcement is most effective when The Citizen has no right to question the authority of The State. Law & Order and 24 would be graduate courses. After the Revolution it will be William Peterson and David Caruso who will be testifying at your trial. They will also be your judges, and the ratings will be through the roof.

It’s very easy to slide into corporate conspiracy theories, but it’s actually simple laziness which is at the root of this cultural facist comeback. It’s easier for writers to write this crap because they don’t have to explain anything. “Give us your saliva.” / “I want a lawyer.” / “You sick freak! What, you want this baby-rapist to do someone else’s kid?” / “Oh. Right. Here you are.” That’s easy. Try explaining why civil rights are important in a two-minute segment through a tertiary character: what’s his background? what’s his motivation for saying no? It’s much easier as a writer to develop a format where no explanations are ever needed for saying no to a forensic officer: deniability is a symptom of guilt. In the CSI world, and especially the Crossing Jordan universe, mistakes are only made when a situation requires one: Jordan needs reinforcing as a broken character in need of repair and redemption. Explanation requires characters, and in CSI there are none. The entire program is based on exposition: Person One learns something and tells Person Two who is standing nearby, Person Three walks into the scene so P-One and P-Two explain together. That isn’t a storyline, it’s five minutes of filler spoken with varying intensity.

Fascism is all about ease of use, ease of thought. Fascism is easy, and it is easy to slide into if a society grows too comfortable with itself. And our culture, as a mirror, is reflecting a very comfortable society where no thought is required through most of a weeks primetime viewing. But in order for fascism to properly gain hold in a relatively diverse society it must appeal to many separate groups. These programs provide an interesting counterbalance to the portions of rap culture where everyone either lives in a constant state of criminality or are constantly fighting against a police state.

It is interesting to note that in TV’s fascist world most (99.99904%) of the “characters” enforcing the law are white, and most — if not all — of the “characters” fighting against the state in the rap universe are black (100% minus Em+Em). Fascism is about totalitarianism, it’s about waking up in a country where everyone speaks the same language, prays to the same God, and is the same colour. But attaining such a state requires the still-disparate groups to believe what is being done is for their unique benefit.

The people must believe that more control by The State is needed to create the necessary conditions for their safety, so these programs, with their naive stories about fantasies mascarading as criminal behaviour, prove to the viewer that constitutional rights are a hindrance to The State. Meanwhile rap pop culture is pounding in the background telling black and white citizens alike that unsavoury people are pissed off enough that they’re getting their 9mm’s and popping some caps in some random asses, essentially driving those who are worried about their ass into wanting more state protection, not less. It’s interesting that Ice-T, a former rapper and a recurring good-guy character on Law & Order SVU, used to front a rap-metal band called “Bodycount” whose first single was a song about killing a whole lot of LAPD officers.

Fascism may require a mob from which society can be saved, but it’s not just any old large group of random people with burning torches and music contracts, it’s reason and intelligence who are the primary enemies of the facist state: the first ones against the wall are always the educated and the educators.

Fascism, and totalitarianism can normally never be imposed except through war (civil war, military coup), but the conditions can take hold in democracies from a “grassroots” movement of intellectual vacancy.

Just something to think about while you watch David Caruso standing on a beach, acting through his sunglasses, praying you don’t notice how truly ridiculous his program is.

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There’s No Art In Manic Depression

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“In the land of the blind, the one
eyed man is an hallucinating idiot.”
Marshall McLuhan

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“…real mental illness is boring. Depressives are toxic and dull. Manic depressives are irritating. People with schizophrenia or autism are largely indecipherable.
Most of them are best treated not by charismatic psychoanalysts who carefully excavate the early, repressed trauma that has “led” to their illness, but by doctors who administer psychotropic drugs of one kind of another.”
Tim Lott, “Losing The Plot”, Guardian Unlimited, 12/12/06

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“…although I can’t change my fucked up brain chemistry I can change some of my behaviour. I’ve no way really of knowing whether the pills are doing any good until I start looking after myself a hell of a lot better.”
“A Few Home Truths: Bipolar is not a get out of jail free card”
Puddle Jumper’s Bipolar World

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There are no benefits to Manic Depression, and the disease gives us no special abilities. We are not better gardeners, writers, lovers, photographers or thinkers because a disease forces our brains to overdose our system with chemicals. Manic Depression is something that fights against us, not for us.

It may seem like heresy but I know for a fact that I would be a better writer without the Manic Depression (MD). I know this because in the past twenty months I have written with more frequency, more clarity and better quality on the medication than I ever did off the medication. When we’re depressed MD prevents us from being able to concentrate or even move, when we’re manic we can’t slow down long enough to complete a project.

I find the writing I did while Manic is wildly imaginative in a ‘blindfolded while finger painting’ sort of way. It’s fun to look at, kind of exciting to read and an interesting insight into the state of mind I was in, but essentially it’s just scary and disturbing to realize the writer who looked at white clouds turn grey and instead saw snakes falling to earth was me.

When I was depressed my writing was depressing, that’s natural. But the disease keeps us depressed much longer than is natural so, of course, I wrote more depressing pieces than not. I was more introspective than some just for the fact I was forced into believing that my depressions had weight, that they were important. But there are no meanings behind the feelings, so we invent them. Mother didn’t recognize your genius in those paintings you brought home in grade seven? Well then, she never loved you and that’s why you’re so depressed now that you’ll write a three page, single spaced short story about a big frowny-faced bear who devours all of the light inside you to justify the depression. To give the meaningless depression meaning.

But Manic Depression has no weight. There may be some depressing, horrible, tragic shit in your life story, but Manic Depression didn’t kill your dog, MD didn’t divorce your parents, MD didn’t kill your best friend in a drunk driving accident before you could apologize to him. Manic Depression did, however, prevent you from rationally dealing with those problems.

This is why books like “Touched By Fire” are so frustrating. It’s very easy to produce lists of people who had a disease, then pin their genius on that disease. Ernest Hemingway was a genius, he was depressed, therefore his books came from his struggle with depression. As if no book has ever been written without Manic Depression as the muse, as if there aren’t millions of non-artists with Manic Depression. For every Ernest “Brains On A Wall Genius” Hemingway there are ten million poor illiterate bastards who are too depressed to make it out the front door of the Shelter to get to their intake meeting at the welfare office.

When I was eating lunch at the Shepherd’s Of Good Hope everyday I didn’t see any authors, all I saw was a bunch of men and women who just barely managed to fight their depression back far enough to make it for soup, salad and an egg sandwich. I certainly wasn’t a writer then. I went a decade between poems, even the written ones were never submitted for publication. I once spent the better part of a year living on Ma*ty’s couch (not his real asterisk), not because it was comfortable, certainly not because I was exploring my inner muse, but because I couldn’t sustain enough momentum to leave his apartment let alone find a job and appear at that job enough times to get paid so I could afford my own couch in my own apartment.

MD might bring an increased level of introspection, but being introspective does not bring reason. Under the influence of MD we believe we’re contemplating the heavy issues which make us who we are, which make us “Us”, but for the most part it’s a lie. I have a tape recording made back in 1988 during a camping trip when my friends and I were baked on weed and mostly drunk. On the tape we discuss grapefruit for thirty-five minutes. Somehow by the end we decided it was logical that grapefruits were a perfect analogy for the perfection of the universe.*

That’s MD-style introspection. People without our disease can attain that level of awareness and understanding from six glasses of red wine and playing Dark Side Of The Moon on ‘repeat’ for the evening. Some artists with cancer have made art about their struggle against cancer. It doesn’t mean the cancer gave them some special insight into the world, fighting the cancer just focused their attention on a specific period in their lives and some artists with MD manage the same despite our disease. Manic Depression is not an automatic PhD in philosophy, it’s not even a college entrance course in self-awareness. It’s a disease with a decent soundtrack that, left untreated or treated poorly, will kill you slowly, or sometimes quickly.

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*Then someone (T** or De*n) tossed an aerosol can into the fire. The explosion started a fire in a pine tree. The last thirty minutes or so of the tape is us trying to put the fire out, then trying to find someplace to hide from the Park Ranger. It finishes with him yelling at us that he has our boom box and if we want it back we should come out… this is also the origin of “All Hail The Grapefruit, Fear The Seeds”, which later got me an ‘A’ in college… you can — for whatever reason — find out more on the origins of Salted and Fear on my Frequently Unanswered Questions [FUQ] page.

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Looking For An Escape Clause To My Suicide Pact

“Everytime I make my mother cry
an angel falls from Heaven.”
Marilyn Manson, ‘Cryptorchild,’
“AntiChrist Superstar” (1996)

Youth are among the highest risk populations for suicide. In Canada, suicide accounts for 24 percent of all deaths among 15 to 24 year olds and 16 percent among 16 to 44 year olds. Suicide is the second leading cause of death for Canadians between the ages of 10 and 24.”
The Canadian Mental Health Association

“You better watch where you’re going,
You might end up here.”
Jones, “Phil The Alien”

It’s amazing to me how fragile we still are even after a few years of therapy and medications. I’ve been talking to my doctor for almost three years now, and taking three medications for pretty much the same amount of time and I still feel like killing myself.

When I was in my early twenties I was barely surviving, and had been doing so for a long, long time. I was looking ahead in terms of weeks not years, as in “how am I going to survive until next week?” I was twenty-something and looking into my future I could not see any chance for change, so I promised myself that if I was in the same position in my future as I was at that moment there would be no point at all in continuing to live. The end.

So this is what I wrote two and a half years ago when I was 34 when, again, I was on welfare and trying to survive from one week to the next:

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“In my early twenties I was unemployed, barely surviving on welfare. That was my financial situation. I was also unmedicated, I was also still trying to deal with what my life had been… fatherless, without direction, I was trying to deal with being a failure who couldn’t try. I could see no way out, no way to better myself. Everyday was a struggle with family and friends. When I turned thirty I had somehow managed, unmedicated, to become successful, so I kept going. I’m now 34 and it is becoming more and more apparent that those two or three years of success were a blip, an anomaly, because I’m back to where I was when I made the suicide pact with myself.

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Happy Something Or Other Week

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Merry Christmas From
Salted Lithium.

If You’re Heading Home For The Holidays
You Will Need Help, So Here Are…

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5 Sites Where You Can Escape From
Your Family’s Holiday Judgments:

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The ‘Amazing Toothpick-Family Adventure’: Here.
It’s as mesmerizing as what we all thought “Sea Monkeys” would be like… only woodier. Remember when Dad gave you that “Sea Monkey Adventure Kit”? Remember when your Uncle laughed and laughed and laughed and nearly dropped his eighth beer when you came back into the livingroom crying after you realized the “Sea Monkeys” were just fish food in a plastic cup with all the ‘life’ of a burnt shred of paper? This is the payback year baby. E-coli for everybody…

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A Brief History Of Pork In Classic Literature: Here
One of the most intriguing aspects of having a library / reference tool of unlimited size (re: Internet) is the focus people are able to place on the most obscure facts. And by focus I mean “what your little sister used to do to ants with that magnifying glass”… man. Remember that crooked ‘Juliette Lewis in Natural Born Killers’ smile she’d get after the thirtieth ant got smoked? That was spooky. Mom says she’s on some new meds this year so…

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Proof Your Sibling Decends From A Monkey: Here
Because, seriously, he practically still has a tail. Is that drool? Look at the way he dresses… was that a dick joke? Oh my God he’s telling dick jokes in front of Granny. Now… wait… what’s he doing with that spoon? Oh for the love of…

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Learn How To Play The Piano: Here.
Remember that year Mom mistakenly called your Dad “Mike”, which just happens to be the name of your next door neighbour… the one who looks so much like your brother that when you were kids you used to joke that maybe they were related? Dad remembers. In fact, that’s Dad speaking about it right now. Well… not so much ‘speaking’ as throwing empty whiskey bottles at Christmas Carollers. Hey! Check it out, it’s the cops. Something must be wrong, they’re usually here much sooner than this…

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Latin: Not Just For The Dead Anymore: Here.
Can you still hear the moans of a mother without grandchildren? Focus on learning Ancient Latin for a few hours. If your family is like mine you’re going to have some time to kill until the family sits down to eat… Mom’s Seroquel-induced coma won’t wear off for at least another hour, your Little Brother is staggering around with his fist stuck in his mouth trying desperately to inhale, and your Little Sister has gone searching for a lawyer to get Dad bailed out of jail. Now’s the perfect time to lose yourself in the dead language of the medical profession and enjoy your jug of ‘Christmas EggNog’ (re: SuperSized White Russian: 12oz Vodka, 6oz Kahlua, add milk, ice and lithium to your taste. Repeat as necessary).

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Bonus List: Who’s BiPolar At Your Christmas Table? Here.

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Happy Something To Someone And
Loads Of Whatever To Whomever From
Whoever Wrote Something Here.

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Dying Over The Holiday? Not Likely.

“There is no fucking ice cream
in your fucking future.”
Otis, “The Devils Rejects”

Despite a commonly held myth that the Christmas season has the highest suicide rate of all the seasons, studies have proven that across North America, suicide rates are actually lower at that time of year. Studies suggest that while the holidays can bring up some very difficult emotions, they also tend to evoke feelings of familial bonds and these feelings may act as a buffer against suicide.”
The Canadian Mental Health Association

“You want some nightstick?!?”
Two Star Cop,
Grand Theft Auto: Liberty City Stories.

Maybe it’s the added emphasis the people in our lives place on making sure we Manic Depressives are not alone over the holidays, or maybe it’s because we search out people because we feel as though the holidays are a danger to us, but there are no spikes in North America for suicides over the Christmas Season. In fact this time of year is one of the safer periods for Manic Depressives.

This particular season, however, remains one of the worst times for common depression. The daylight is mostly gone; there are happy people all around us who appear to be having a much easier time coping with their lives than we are, and; every hour of every day advertising reminds us we are all too broke to properly show our love to our family and friends.

While our disease creates depressions which are absolutely random, Manic Depressives are not immune to the Christmas Blues. It’s just very difficult for us to distinguish the difference between real emotion and the disease. It’s even harder to guage what our response to a real emotional depression should be. Because we get hit so often by the same hard emotions over time our responses become almost automatic (“I can feel the wave coming on, I should just stay in bed and not move”). Then when we experience a common depression we completely surrender before we realize we only feel depressed because NBC has pre-empted The Office. If Pavlov wanted to observe conditioned behaviour he could have used Manic Depressives.

It takes a certain amount of introspection sometimes to figure out the difference, but as you learn to distinguish between your self and the disease you’ll learn that the common depressions far out number the disease-induded ones. It was a revelation to me when I figured out that most of the time I was depressed I could actually get over it rather easily… or at least a lot easier than ones caused by the ‘chemical hot-shot overdoses’ served up by my brain.

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Mostly We Die Because Of Infected Memories

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More women than men attempt suicide, but more men
succeed because we use more lethal means.
Something I read from Health Canada.

“…Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery /
None but ourselves can free our minds.”
“Redemption Song” Bob Marley & The Wailers, 1980 ‘Uprising’.

People with Manic Depression are forever searching for a reason for our depression, and when we can’t find one we create one. There are no reasons needed for a Manic Depressive to be depressed. We have a disease which spontaneously creates our depressions. So how do you find meaning when there’s no meaning? You start by reassigning your memories.

When I tried to fall to sleep when I was Unmedicated I was never sure if I had a million memories swirling through my head at a thousand miles an hour, or four memories spinning at a million miles per hour. Most nights I could actually see the thoughts as though they were coloured tracers, as though I were looking at drunk fireflies or CNN during the first Gulf War.

A good sleep period for me during the 18-years I was unmedicated was four or five hours with no convoluted dreams or nightmares. Now I take a pill at night, 100mg of Seroquel, and I can sleep for an entire, uninterrupted eight hours.

Falling to sleep without the medication I mentally beat myself up with memories of past girlfriends, of events which occurred in early grade-school, of situations at work. These memories were embarrassing, they made me wince, and occasionally I even had to strike my head to make them stop. But they wouldn’t, sometimes they would even pop-up while I was awake. They made me want to apologize to those who, in my memories, I thought I’d done serious harm to. But if you, as I have on occasion, bring up one of these memories with someone who was involved, with someone you believe you’ve harmed in some way, their recollection is almost entirely different. They’ll tell you, as they have me, that those events were near meaningless or completely forgotten. And then when you examine them yourself you realize that the pain you’ve currently associated with the memory far exceeds the reality of the memory.

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