The year 1984 was not just the year in which Apple rolled out the Macintosh to an iconic commercial about stopping Big Brother and being free of crap:
It was also the year Miami Vice began. A show where Men were Men and Women were Women (and could beat men in various ways…), and a Black Guy and White Guy were a Team, but their boss was an Hispanic Man (Edward James Olmos – a Hispanic guy born in Los Angeles BTW and with skin worse than mine, something that has inspired me to this day..)
The cars and women and sex were all hot hot hot. The men and deals and drugs were cool cool cool… Guns were just another tool of the trades, for both sides. Music was oh so sweet… Politics were generally not a thing, and life was something to savor.
It kinda feels that way.
Today we can’t celebrate a Hot Babe in Bikini (let alone a dozen on a boat deck just using what they’ve got to their best gain…) nor a Macho Guy with a Big Gun doing what it’s most useful for him to do. We can’t have a Black and White Cop Partners as hero set du jour. Hell we can’t even celebrate The Best Of Us protecting the rest of us. When a Black Guy from the North and a White Guy from the South could partner up and depend on each other for their life…
Sexy Sexy Stuff is “exploitation” (or worse, “Trans exclusionary” because I’m a Super Strait and don’t want to do anything with a guy who cut off his, um, er, “stuff”; thinking it would make him a desirable her…) when in reality sexy stuff is the peak of human experience. (Don’t think so? Then you need the right partner in the right kind of dress-up in the right kind of fantasy… I don’t care if you are an inny, and outy, or a confused; the right setting will set you free…)
So in commemoration of what was, and is now lost:
I lived on a boat like his, shorter and wider, but still, for a couple of years in the ’80s, so I can relate.
This is the world we lose with the Green New Deal (no hot cars) and the demonizing of police (no undercover excitement) and the BLM / CRT All Whites Bad thesis (no Black & White partners who trust each other with their lives) and Sexism Hysterics (no Man can love a Women for being a Woman and no Woman can love a Man for being a Macho Man… heck, you can’t even know who’s a man or woman without them “stating their pronouns”? WT? is that?)
Wine was involved with the production of this posting. As I think that is a feature, I make no apologies. “Drink up me hearties Yo Ho!”
(Um, no “Ho’s” were involved in the making of this posting. Damn it…)