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Iran Has Pivoted to Video. The classic US stereotype of attempted Iranian ideological indoctrination via chants of “Death to America” and such has been old hat for quite some time. As noted by the New York Times on Saturday, in the past few years Iranian pro- government propaganda efforts have increasingly taken the form of rap videos glorifying the country’s military, spread on sites like local You. Tube equivalent Apparat and apps like Telegram. The Times rounded up some of the most high- profile attempts to appeal to the nation’s youth by pairing Iranian rappers with sweeping shots of military personnel and CGI- infused battle scenes, some of which are pretty over- the- top. They’re fascinating to watch, especially at a time when the current presidential administration has gone full hawk on Iran. They’re also more than a little uncomfortable, both because they show an oppressive government’s approach to a digitized era of propaganda and, if we’re being honest, they do kind of resemble pro- military media produced in places like the US.

One video highlighted by the paper features Amir Tataloo, a musician with a “hard- partying, gangster- style reputation,” who extolled “our absolute right / to have an armed Persian gulf” while singing alongside naval personnel on the frigate Damavand. A battalion of Iranian youth carrying flags retaliate by charging towards the water, conjuring up a gigantic tidal wave which sinks the US Navy’s Fifth Fleet.

Another released in 2. Seraj Cyberspace Organization, which is affiliated with the Iranian Revolutionary Guards’ Basij volunteer militia, shows Iranian- backed fighters in Syria taking the fight to ISIS insurgents flying the terror group’s infamous black flag.

The video features Hamid Zamani, who the Times noted was the mastermind behind the anti- imperialist song “USA.”“By Zaynab, we are the defenders of Damascus!” the singer croons as a sniper takes out an ISIS fighter in slow- motion. Qassem Suleimani annihilating US troops and naval forces.“The Americans threaten us, we want to say, . One of the more obvious examples is the NFL, where flashy flyovers with high- tech military jets, troops marching with flags and even camouflage jersey sales have been a fixture for years, and the military has pumped tens of millions of dollars into patriotic displays at sports games. Others include the close relationship between the military and the video game industry, or its tight collaboration with the movie industry. Indications are strong President Donald Trump’s administration is seeking ways to back out of the US- Iran nuclear deal, per CNBC, which would set the stage for tensions to escalate rapidly—though with stakes a good bit realer than CGI tsunamis and bullet time.

The classic US stereotype of attempted Iranian ideological indoctrination via chants of “Death to America” and such has been old hat for quite some time. Breitbart TV is the home of the hottest video on politics, world events, culture, and media. Could it be that Jason Drives is coming back soon, to be the only ray of hope in our miserable lives?

ROCKLAND, Maine—The New Hampshire/Maine split on I-95 in Portsmouth, N.H., is unpredictable. Sometimes you’re able to breeze through to your final destination. Later this week, genre-focused streaming network Shudder will be releasing all four chapters of Neil Gaiman’s Likely Stories, short-film adaptations of strange and. I always get nervous driving over drawbridges. One family vacationing at the Jersey shore had to think fast and jump their Toyota over a drawbridge because it started.

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Reconsider The Lobster. Valerian And The City Of A Thousand Planets (2017) Streaming on this page. ROCKLAND, Maine—The New Hampshire/Maine split on I- 9.

Portsmouth, N. H., is unpredictable. Sometimes you’re able to breeze through to your final destination—back to your shit hole of a dorm room in Durham, or off to the Kittery Trading Post to buy a crossbow and a bottle of deer piss—but other times you’re forced to sit in traffic for 1.

Cadillac Eldorado, which Eldorado is overheating and, of course, not in possession of a functioning air conditioner and, of course, in possession of a radio that only picks up stations broadcasting evangelical talk radio. Sometimes you’re unencumbered to visit the Macy’s at the Fox Run Mall to buy a discounted Le Creuset Dutch oven, but sometimes you’re forced to sit behind a Jeep plastered with bumper stickers that range from the tactless but nevertheless harmless pissing Calvin to the more existentially terrifying “I Carry a Gun Because a Cop Is too Heavy,” which Jeep’s passengers are, of course, rocking out to what you can only assume is Seether. I was passing through because for reasons I can’t begin to explain, I thought it was a good idea to pitch a piece about the 7. Maine Lobster Festival, and I thought it was clever to title that pitch “Reconsidering Consider the Lobster.” I would travel from Boston to Rockland, Maine, and I would interview and photograph and taxonomize the gluttonous, plastic- bibbed masses as they tore at tails and cracked claws and fingered spindly legs in pursuit of that most coveted, briny- sweet prize: fresh Maine lobster meat. It all checked out in my head, until I realized one crucial fact: Though I hold David Foster Wallace’s original work in high esteem—it’s an exemplar of essay writing, and you should read it if you have not—my behavior has never exactly meshed with its implications. Without explicitly moralizing, Wallace wonders in the end if maybe we haven’t given enough thought to whether it’s okay to boil alive a sentient being that may or may not be capable of experiencing pain—perhaps this ritual is, frankly, exceptionally fucked up.

As a New Englander, it’s a ritual I’ve participated in, and blithely, for as long as I can recall, and until Wallace asked me to, I’d never actually considered the lobster. Honestly, I’m not sure Wallace ever intended to ask the question to begin with.

I think Wallace went to Maine in 2. Despite having ultimately done so, writing a dissertation on the sentience of a certain shellfish and its ability to feel pain—and therefore the human’s complicity in brutally murdering this potentially sentient shellfish for purposes that amount to little more than immediate pleasure, and then celebrating said pleasure in an annual industrial- scale orgy of consumption—was never his intention. He didn’t travel to Maine to become a champion of animal rights—he was writing the piece for Gourmet after all, which routinely published/publishes recipes for, you know, dead animal products—nor did he travel to Maine to chastise or take a shit upon an entire region and one of its most enduring traditions. But in writing “Consider the Lobster,” he accidentally did both.

The fallout from the piece was many- sided. There were the journalists and critics who said things like, “OK, so the guy can write.. There were the carnivores—even if just the class of carnivores who shouted things like, “Hey, we’re merely pescatarians, and so of course we denounce the wisdom of conventional meat eaters and all their nasty little beef factories, but goddamn it if we plan to stop eating lobster! They’re lower life forms!” And then there was and is PETA, whose membership must read Wallace’s essay as something of a mission statement. I can’t fucking imagine what might have happened if Wallace had written his essay in the age of Twitter. As he was wont to do, Wallace reported—brilliantly (fuck the critics and journalists who were jealous of his ability to write and therefore could only, bizarrely, launch critiques of his ability to write)—on a significant cultural event. He never once proffered any solutions to the sticky ethical questions he raised, nor any judgment of anyone.

His readers—whoever they were—assigned to his reportage whatever meaning fit their own previously held beliefs. Mark Felt (2017) The Movie High Quality. Truth be told, I’d only ever considered the lobster for the moments preceding and following my several readings of Wallace’s essay.

For me, this live boiling has always been an amoral act. Not immoral, mind you. Not a just act, not an unjust act. Just an act. Just dinner. My consumption is unthinking.

Maybe even reckless. But I didn’t realize this until the day before I was to drive up the coast, which is to say, I didn’t realize this until a lot later than I’d have preferred. When I finally arrived in Rockland—after the traffic and the butt rock and the old white men jerking themselves off about their history of service and then proselytizing and then, of course, denying a woman’s right to choose (that is, to choose anything)—the first thing I noticed as I walked through the gates of the Maine Lobster Festival was a Domino’s Pizza kiosk. Before the $7 styrofoam cups filled with lobster bisque (lukewarm), before the $1.

I myself did not partake in the eating of a whole lobster—all of the cracking and digging and “Is the tomalley safe to eat this year?” is exhausting, and the ends rarely justify the means)—I saw a Domino’s Pizza kiosk. My suspicion—that the Maine Lobster Festival, despite all the history and pageantry and pride that tends to accompany festivals dedicated to a singular commodity so intimately tied to a specific region, was no different in kind or execution than any other middling county fair—was confirmed nine seconds after purchasing my ticket.

Why is middling county fair the default? The preeminent event of any region’s summer, let alone a celebration of a region’s signature cuisine and economic pillar, should maybe not be defined by hokey adults dressed as Generic Suburban Dad or Generic Suburban Mom or Poseidon or Captain Hook or Massive Lobster Lady (this last costume—and yes, Generic Suburban Dad and Generic Suburban Mom are costumes—was the only costume at the Maine Lobster Festival that remotely related to the festival’s theme). Eating French fries out of a cardboard dog bowl (a thing that happens at the Maine Lobster Festival and probably at every other middling county fair in America) and then taking a photograph—for Instagram’s sake, for posterity’s sake, for whatever the fuck’s sake—in front of a massive plaster lobster, which lobster is backdropped by an admittedly gorgeous but equally gaudy “Welcome to Maine” sign, is, somehow, someone’s, perhaps even a lot of someones’, idea of what it means to participate in a great cultural ritual.

This is a mongrelization of culture. But it’s what’s on offer and so that’s what we’ve been left with.

I didn’t go to Rockland to burden mid- coastal Mainers with my criticism. I was curious if Wallace’s assessment held up—and I admit I wondered what it would look like to watch thousands of people devour thousands of lobsters, unencumbered by any of the guilt that his essay may have inspired in an eater of a certain disposition—and I wondered how different it all might be nearly 1.

But aside from some uninspired cuisine, nothing at the Maine Lobster Festival was more plainly on display than the urge to participate in that time- honored American tradition: to recklessly consume. At the Maine Lobster Festival, you can purchase a coffee mug shaped like a lighthouse. If you’d like to, you can purchase a faux leather lamp shade emblazoned with a moose in relief, which moose is cut from a darker sheet of faux leather than the faux leather of the shade on which it’s glued. You can purchase a fuzzy ostrich marionette and you can purchase a drug rug with Bob Marley’s face stitched squarely into its middle.

If it’s cheap kitsch manufactured by cheap labor you’re after, you can find it at the Maine Lobster Festival.