Saw a screening of 21, and while I don't play blackjack for money, as most degenerates, I like gambling. In fact, when rushing, it's better than drugs, and my damaged chromosomes will attest to me having done my share. Plus, as Norm MacDonald pointed out, while like a lot of addictions it can easily be abused and turn into a nightmare, it's a bad habit where you can make a lot of money.
I was already familiar with Mezrich's story because Andy Bloch was on his team of nerds and he's all over poker now. He's a really solid player, having reached heads up a year or so ago versus the legendary Chip Reese for the most prestigious title, the WSOP H.O.R.S.E. Championship (a $50K buy-in and comprised of 5 poker games; Hold-em, Omaha Eight or Better, Razz, 7 Stud, and Eight or Better 7 Stud, thus the acronym) where they played a record-setting marathon match of 12 straight hours or something crazy. Reese won, thus cementing his fame and affirming the general consensus even before his win as the best overall poker player.
Anyway, as it turns out, for 21, the filmmakers changed the main character who was Asian in real life into a white guy.
Not really surprising, and you'd think I'd be used to it by now. And let's face it, if they had done this to black Americans, there would be a chat room or two ablaze right now and the NAACP would be preparing talking points for CNN. Even black leaders who are nuts have sizeable followings because they at least utter some truths that hit the bull's eye about being black in America-ca.
But Asian Americans?
As I've said ad nauseum; Asian Americans truly are the model minority because they'll eat shit and not complain. In return, they get to live in burbs, drive middle of the road used-bar-of-soap-shaped cars and foster the great ability to turn off empathy and even more, critical thought and introspection.
And while there's plenty of dissent within black discourse, they have the great "ability" to move forward with the effect of total mass.
But whatever small blips of dissent emanate from within Asian American circles is squashed. Our leaders - what a joke - are buffoons or marginalized into the twilight zone, and even when they see a sliver of light, the door slams shut. You know, the door marked, "We Don't Take You Seriously - AT ALL."
Internally, Asian Americans practice the great art of eating your own to unparalleled levels. How is that, you ask? Well, you NEVER hear Asians in mainstream media talking shit do you?
Proof's in the pudding. Don't get it twisted folks. Two apropos cliches: Talk is cheap, and, actions speak louder than words. Despite high-minded brain farts on Asian American forums, chat rooms, etc., the Asian American perspective is dead and well. In fact, it's not even dead, because you had to have had life first in order to die.
It's like a C horror flick: ASIAN AMERICANS ARE...THE UNBORN!!!
This is why as I turn into a crusty old fart, it's getting increasingly annoying living in America. Materially we can't complain - well, I use that advisedly, meaning: those who still have their heads above water. But forget the "drinking the kool aid" cliche', Asian Americans're mainlining like crazy. While I suspect white people will always be afflicted with their superiority complex, it's Asian Americans who make me wanna jump out a window.
Or throw them out.