Saturday, December 24, 2016

Inter-political friendship in the era of Trump

Growing up, my parents were not overtly political. Throughout the 1990s, I didn't view the government as a large Us vs. Them battle over the soul of anything in particular.

The first presidential election I remember to any degree was in 1996 between Bill Clinton and Bob Dole (I also knew Ross Perot was running but that he had little chance of winning). I don't remember caring who won, though I think I probably preferred Clinton because I knew that he was the incumbent and, I don't know, the previous four years had gone okay for me (I started school, I hadn't contracted polio, and I got Christmas presents every year; kids in the 1930s couldn't necessarily say that). 

But like most small children, I mostly echoed the sentiments I heard from my parents, and my mom spoke favorably of all three (well, two and a half) major candidates. She thought the first term of Bill Clinton (whom I later learned, after not receiving her vote in 1992, received her vote in 1996) went well and was certainly not horrified at the prospect of his presidency continuing. She admired Bob Dole's longevity and political experience and his track record as a bona fide war hero. She, despite liking the Democratic and Republican candidates, liked Ross Perot's iconoclasm (yes, I know his agenda was essentially just handing powerful business interests a blank check, but I was seven) and his apathy towards the power structure of the major parties.

When I was eleven, around the time my family first got the internet, I took one of those polls where you choose somewhere between "Strongly Agree" and "Strongly Disagree" on a host of political issues. I was not, at that point, a partisan, but I did know enough to have semi-nuanced, if still coming from the mouth of a grade schooler, opinions on things. After completing the questionnaire, I got a ranked list of the presidential candidates--Al Gore ranked near the top, George W. Bush ranked near the bottom, and I decided that I was a Democrat.

I've since re-evaluated my stances on issues, changing some but ultimately reaching the same basic ideological conclusion. But I've always had many friends who disagreed with me on politics. I don't wear that as a badge of honor about my open-mindedness or any other form of self-serving flattery; it is simple a product of my environment. Here's an extremely basic run-down of where I'm from, for the uninitiated: I grew up in a state that voted for Donald Trump in 2016 by over eighteen percentage points, but in a county that voted for Hillary Clinton by over sixteen percentage points, but in a township that voted for Donald Trump by over twenty-four percentage points (my current township of residence voted for Trump, but by less than two percent).

I then went to college in Adair County, which voted for Donald Trump by near 25 percent, which sounds like a blowout until you examine the results of the surrounding counties. It was only that close thanks to college students who registered to vote in the county--like most universities, Truman State leans left (although it is far less of a monolith than the Sean Hannitys of the world would lead you to believe). But I was also in the School of Business. I would occasionally observe that the fraternity for business majors I was in probably had a higher proportion of conservative voters than College Republicans. People thought I was joking.

Most of my college friends are further right than I am politically, but in 2016, things turned on their heads a bit. People who had voted for John McCain in 2008 and Mitt Romney in 2012 hated Donald Trump. McCain and Romney may not have excited them, but neither repulsed them (even at my peaks of resisting their presidential campaigns, I fully acknowledged that I thought the Republican Party made the correct decisions during the primary season, both for their chances of winning a general election by wooing moderates and by picking a relatively palatable candidate). 

Donald Trump represented a boorish stereotype of Republicanism that they, college educated and respectable people, resisted. Liberals tried in the early 2000s to frame George W. Bush, a Yale undergraduate with a M.B.A. from Harvard, as a complete moron, because they viewed Bush's ideas as bad. His ideas were mostly bad, and there were plenty of Democrats with as much or more education than Bush who could make cogent, nuanced cases against those ideas, but that is a lot more difficult to do than just scream about how George W. Bush is a stupid redneck. 

Trump complicates matters because while I disagreed vehemently with George W. Bush's politics, not that much less than I disagree with Trump's, his heart consistently seemed to be in the right place. He, if nothing else, cared about his country and he cared about doing what was best for Americans, even if he was wrong. Donald Trump, however, seems to be focused much more on matters of his own personal vanity. 

The 2000 presidential election was divisive, as most presidential elections tend to be, but I do not once recall the victor spiking the football in front of those who voted against him. There was certainly an Us vs. Them element, but it largely went away once Al Gore conceded defeat. Donald Trump lacks grace to such an appalling degree that just last night, he was citing Vladimir Putin, the war criminal whom the CIA has claimed actively conspired in Trump's favor during the election, about Hillary Clinton being a sore loser. You know what George W. Bush never did? Criticized Al Gore after the election (I could probably cut the sentence off here, because, well, Bush won, why would he bother?) with help from the goddamned president of Russia (in the good ol' days, Republicans accused Democrats of being in cahoots with Russia).

This probably seems like a rant to this point, but what creates a new challenge for reconciling friendships across party lines in 2016 is that bipartisanship is based on believing in the fundamental decency of others. People I liked and respected voted for people other than the people I voted for in years past, but I trusted that, at their core, they truly believed they were doing the right thing. And that's what actually matters. I've told some of my #NeverTrump Republican friends that I look forward to disagreeing with them on politics again, because a healthy democracy needs fundamentally decent opposition as much as it needs fundamentally decent leadership, even if you're on the side that has all of the power. Insert the old "power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely" line here.

A new tactic I've seen more and more recently among members of "Left" Twitter is criticizing "liberals" (when you don't make an honest attempt to win elections, you can't be criticized for losing elections, and hence these two are differentiated heavily, particularly by the former group) for speaking favorably (on certain topics) of the likes of Evan McMullin or Matthew Dowd or David Frum, conservatives who are adamantly opposed to Donald Trump. McMullin, for instance, if you look at his political stances, is not that far removed from the pre-Trump Republican mainstream.

But this is completely missing the point, which is that liberals and conservatives can not only co-exist, but can occasionally unite when the stakes are huge (yuge). But they can also scatter once the macro problems (such as the continued existence of our democracy) are solved. I have no intention of ever voting for Evan McMullin for president, because I disagree with him on a lot of issues, but I would cherish the opportunity to disagree with him because he is, by all accounts, a sharp guy who is, and I cannot say this about Donald Trump, willing to learn. He is not somebody who is so caught up in his own sense of superiority that he is not willing to at least consider the possibility that he does not know it all (even if he usually comes to the conclusion that he is right--this is, after all, human nature).

It's weird for me to think that over 60 million people voted for Donald Trump for president. I still can't quite believe it. But while 60 million people decided they wanted him to be president, or at least decided they didn't want Hillary Clinton to be president, this does not represent a lifelong covenant. Nobody is contractually obligated to support what Trump does. Those who voted for Trump in 2016 are not obligated to vote for him in 2020.

And this is where it becomes deceptively easy to maintain friendships with those who voted differently than you. This doesn't mean you should be friends with everybody who voted differently than you: you are not required to reach out to the white nationalist Trump voters whose agenda in 2016 was keep brown people away from them. 

But there is a such thing as a Trump voter who isn't just a miserable bigot--you might disagree with the adamantly pro-life voter who views pro-choice politicians as enablers of murder, but if you work from the basic assumption that abortion is murder (again, you don't have to agree with the premise; you just have to acknowledge that the belief exists), it's easy to see the logic of voting for a scumbag if he at least has that going for him. And if this voter, voting for Trump on the basis of this single issue, then begins to defend positions which seemingly contradict a pro-life ethos (death penalty, excessive police force, semi-habitual bombings of civilians in the Middle East, there's a lot of them here), then you have the right to note the hypocrisy. To them. This is how political dialogue works.

I am pessimistic about just about everything with the Donald Trump presidency, but at the end of the day, there's no reason why the awfulness I anticipate about the next eight years (yes, eight) should extend to my own personal life. And there's no reason it should extend into yours, either. Because if you cannot see the difference in the concerned, compassionate voter who disagrees with you on basically all issues and the alt-right Pepe-ists who incite legitimate fear in the hearts of those whom they consider enemies, then that falls on you.

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Fear.

People are absolutely terrified that Donald Trump is going to materially hurt their lives. Just a thought:

Maybe instead of belittling them and telling them to suck it up, you could CONVINCE them that things will be fine.

The problem with treating politics as sports is it's about winners and losers as a zero-sum game, which isn't the case here at all.

People fear rights will be stripped. Afraid they/friends/family will be deported. Afraid they'll die. It could be irrational but it IS real.

So rather than thinkpieces empathizing with the white working class who got what they wanted, we could empathize with the terrified?

I'm a straight white man with health insurance through my employer. I'll be fine. Might even get a tax cut. I don't need empathy.

People are being physically attacked. This is literally happening. And rather than condemn this, Trump focuses on the NY Times being mean.

Hopefully it subsides. Hopefully, decency wins out and the KKK isn't emboldened. But I certainly understand why this scares people.

So if you supported Trump and consider these fears unwarranted--maybe you're right! And if you're sure, point out why.

Don't just tell people they're wrong. Because yelling at them isn't going to help change minds or hearts. And that's a thing you should want

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Two people are running for president and I'm voting for the one I think is better

If I were to slip into a coma at some point between now and Tuesday night and then came back to consciousness on Wednesday morning, when the dust has settled and the United States has elected its 45th president, and I were to discover that Hillary Clinton was elected, the one word to describe how I would feel would be "relieved." Hillary Clinton is an imperfect presidential candidate, so despite the obvious historic implications of the United States electing its first woman president my word would not be "excited", but she is not Donald Trump, for whom my reactive word to his election would be "horrified."

We as a species, particularly in the United States, tend to partake in over-simplistic "well actually both sides are bad" politics as a defensive mechanism. We understand that people would be more offended if we dislike the thing they like than if we like the thing they dislike, so saying everybody is bad is a good way to avoid conflict, and saying they're equally bad is a great way to avoid having to think about complex issues.

People were saying "lesser of two evils" nonsense in 2004 and 2012, when the presidential challengers were John Kerry and Mitt Romney, both of whom were created in a lab in Amherst as the most generic political candidates possible.Neither Kerry nor Romney were going to be retroactively carved onto Mt. Rushmore, but neither represented any sort of existential crisis for the United States. That these two milquetoast candidates could be part of a "lesser of two evils" comparison should tell you all that you need to know about how trite such claims are.

There are things about Hillary Clinton I dislike, though there are also things about her I like. But I'll start with the dislikes. She is too pro-military intervention for my liking. While she eventually found herself on the right side of history regarding gay rights, she, like much of the Democratic Party, were enormous cowards in the early part of the 21st century, settling for "at least we aren't as loudly hateful as the Republicans" until it became politically popular (or at least politically acceptable) to be a proponent of marriage equality, etc. Her vote for the Iraq War should have been a career killer, and I believe that she would have won the Democratic nomination in 2008 had she voted against it.

I did not vote for either Hillary Clinton nor Bernie Sanders in the Democratic primary, in which I had voted for Barack Obama in 2008. I was going to vote initially for Joe Biden that year, but while he remained on the ballot, Biden had dropped out of the race. There were two candidates and I voted for the one I preferred. I'm doing the same thing on Tuesday.

As I said, Hillary Clinton is flawed. I don't think Hillary Clinton is uniquely flawed, nor supremely flawed; I think she's flawed in a sadly normal political way. I think Donald Trump is a horrifying maniac

It's really as simple as this: I would prefer to live in a world in which Hillary Clinton is the president of the United States than a world in which Donald Trump is the president of the United States. And one of those two things is going to happen.

Some have taken to criticizing Gary Johnson for his lack of knowledge on international issues, or Jill Stein on her purported anti-vaccination leanings, but this is a pointless exercise. Nobody is picking Johnson or Stein because of how equipped either would be to be president; they are being picked as a referendum on the two actual presidential candidates as well as the two-party political system as a whole.

But the two-party system is inevitable--even when a third-party candidate is viable, such as in 1968 or 1912, it leads to the major party which more represents the same ideology as the third party being diminished. And it doesn't matter how great or awful Johnson or Stein or McMullin or anybody else is because they are not actually running for president. The one with the best odds, still the longest of long shots, is McMullin, whose entire strategy to making it to the White House is "win Utah, hope that neither Clinton nor Trump gets 270 electoral votes, and hope that a Republican-controlled House of Representatives decides not to elect Maniac Donald Trump and instead votes for McMullin, basically a Republican but also an actual adult".

But Republicans had a chance to elect an adult as their nominee when they had guys like John Kasich on their primary ballots and instead they picked Donald Trump, a man who has failed at absolutely everything he has ever tried. One of the few things he has not failed at is politics, because he has no experience in politics.

If you actually think Donald Trump is a better candidate than Hillary Clinton, then that's one thing. Like, it horrifies me that anybody thinks this, but what amazes me is that there are people who will sit out voting for one of the two actual presidential candidates when they would also be the first people complaining about Trump's election. But since the alternative to the "it's a good thing to use nuclear weapons" guy is somebody who, um, seems disinclined to use nuclear weapons, I'm going to vote for the one and only candidate (out of two) who probably won't cause the actual end of the world.

Thursday, August 11, 2016

Things hot mics picked up at the Cardinals/Cubs game, according to Weird Cardinals Twitter

Tonight, at Wrigley Field, the Chicago Cubs hosted the St. Louis Cardinals. And just as in April, when Cardinals fans chanted indefensible things about Jason Heyward according to A Few People Without Tangible Evidence On Twitter Dot Com, Cubs fans returned the favor with a vengeance. Thank you to all of the vigilante brave anonymous truthers, to steal Best Fans St. Louis's former bio, who contributed to this compilation.















Cubs fans do not seem to realize that it's just a game and 100% definitely said these horrible things. Sad!

Saturday, July 9, 2016

The 10 Greatest Tweets of All-Time

Twitter is a bad place and most tweets written on Twitter are bad. But here are ten good ones. To be clear: these are the only ten tweets that are good. If you did not make the list, it is because your tweets are bad. I don't consider this to be that confusing.

10.
Sports Twitter is a truly contemptible place, and nowhere is it more toxic than Chicago Blackhawks Twitter. While #FSUtwitter's readiness to defend Jameis Winston drew the ire of responsible sports fans, the NHL is less popular than college football, so some are unfamiliar with the phenomenon of fans defending notorious scumbag Patrick Kane.

And while certain facets of NHL media chose to ignore very disturbing rape allegations against Patrick Kane (not to mention the time he beat up a 62 year-old cab driver over 20 cents worth of fare, which is the kind of thing you have to be a real sociopath to do), others choose to bombard Patrick Kane-related PR moves. Is it juvenile? Often, it is. And this tweet itself walks a fine line between rape joke and social commentary, but it ultimately it leans towards the latter because those who have whitewashed Kane's history deserve any ridicule on any level that can be levied.

9.


The entire business model of Best Fans St. Louis is based around screenshots. But there is no accountability for any of it. Which isn't to say that they are making up things (except when they claim hot ESPN mics picked up on Cardinals fans yelling the n-word at Jason Heyward), but it strips the internet of context. Some lunatic tweets death threats against underperforming Cardinals? Somebody ironically writes "Bush Stadium" or "trader"? It doesn't matter because it's all the same.

Luckily, the true feelings on Best Fans St. Louis came to the forefront. Thank you, Crying Birds, for uncovering their true feelings.

8.


As far as I can tell, this is a completely earnest tweet. The hyperbole of random soldiers succeeding against the best football players in the world is comical enough but this tweet's true highlight is the word "dominate". It's not good enough to compete or play; they would DOMINATE. If you disagree, you simply hate the troops.

7.


So the original tweet, which declares "I would still rather have Stephen Piscotty for president than anyone actually running", is great. Often during election cycles, an easy way to score cheap comedy points is to make a joke about how bad presidential candidates are. And it's a cynical ploy to be "political" without offending anybody, but in the end, it offends the whole damn system. That's why I have such vitriol for the "Bud Light Party" commercials with Seth Rogen and Amy Schumer: presidential elections are important things, and reducing them to a plot device to sell your terrible beer is vulgar.

With that said, I would actually rather Stephen Piscotty be president than Hillary Clinton, Donald Trump, Gary Johnson, or Jill Stein. Frankly, I find it bothersome that anyone would vote for Johnson or Stein: your candidate isn't going to win anyway, so why would you not vote for actual, genuinely better candidate Stephen Piscotty? In the end I'm going to vote for Hillary Clinton because my desire to see the president not be Donald Trump supercedes my desire to #wellactually people on the internet when Hillary does something bad, but that's only because Piscotty doesn't have a chance (stupid Cardinals hatred).

Anyway, I went with the Hochman quote-RT because the original tweeter, El Maquino, despises Hochman, and his seal of approval led to Maq unpinning the tweet. Also, I don't get why people hate quote-tweets. They're okay!

6.


So this one is going to take some explanation, which diminishes the efficacy of the tweet, but it is one of the funniest things I have ever seen.

NFL writers are the most boring, self-serious people on the planet. Jeff Darlington is one of these people. It's just what it is: I follow more MLB, NBA, and NHL writers on Twitter than I do NFL writers because the other leagues at least have a sense of humor about things. NFL Twitter is Dead Damn Serious about the long snapper of the Cincinnati Bengals restructuring his contract so that Andy Dalton can get a raise (while it seems unfair that only one player, the starting quarterback, comes close to making his true value from NFL teams, it's a start).

Crying Jordan is objectively unfunny, but it is the persistence of it which made it funny. There is nothing inherently funny about a picture of Michael Jordan crying, even if you dislike him, and even putting his face over sad athletes is pretty bland. But in recent months, it has exploded to a point where Crying Jordan is being put on balls, over entire states, and just about everywhere.

During the final game of this year's NCAA Men's Basketball Tournament, between Villanova and MJ's alma mater North Carolina. And when Villanova won on a buzzer beater (every year, people try to convince me college basketball is popular, and I barely remember the end of this game that happened three months ago), Twitter did what Twitter does. Crying Jordan on top of present-day Michael Jordan. Crying Jordan on top of the entire UNC team. Et cetera.

Jeff Darlington simply posted the origin photo of Crying Jordan. He just wants to fit in!

5.
This tweet is the single-greatest encapsulation of internet commenters I have ever seen on Twitter. A Patrick Kane fan assuming moral high ground. A fan gaining a groundswell of support from Deadspin comments thanks to a non-joke passively referencing something something best fans in baseball. Viewing racial strife as a prop for which to argue about sports while paying so little attention to the issue itself that you don't even bother to verify the name of one of the major players within it. The internet's tendency to add worthless comments like "You sir win the internet".

Double Birds is very good.

4.


The first three replies to this tweet are the best thing to ever happen on that godforsaken website.


3.


Fendi Hotdogbun has 1,168 followers and this isn't a percent of what he deserves. He is consistently funny and terrific and it pains me to remind everybody, once again, of how badly he got owned here.

Please do not RT this tweet. Fendi will not appreciate the own.

2.



Donald Trump is a garbage person that I do not like but in the end, if he were to praise me, I'd probably accept the praise pretty enthusiastically, because I am a gigantic coward.

Deadspin did not. They see right through Trump: that he is trying to ride the coattails of the now-fashionable sports blog, and they are having absolutely none of that. That Trump immediately turned on Deadspin is itself a moment worthy of consideration.

1.

This tweet, from an account purporting to be former MLB outfielder Ricky Ledee, is perfect. And it comes so close to being forgettable. He walked a tightrope and he achieved perfection.

"Yea" is funnier than "Yeah", although I typically prefer the latter. There's something more casual about it. The lack of punctuation is critical: a comma or a question mark ruins the nonchalant nature of the tweet. And this tweet is endlessly quotable. Just try it: after you've consumed an adult beverage or two or three, tell somebody "Yea I've had a few beers so what." The cadence will warm your heart. It is the greatest tweet ever written.

Saturday, June 4, 2016

Stuck

I had a good Memorial Day weekend. I went to a friend's wedding on Saturday (I'm not really the sentimental sort, but it's hard to argue against an open bar and a free meal), I wrote a VEB post on Sunday in which I took great pride and which I feel ranks with some of my best work on the site. And on Monday, I had a nice afternoon/dinner with my family.

On Tuesday, I woke up and felt miserable. Instantly, inconsolably miserable.

I didn't feel sick. I didn't have any logical reason to feel bad, and I had a decent day at work, but I felt awful. It happens every so often.

My work day, while not bad, was very busy, so I hadn't tweeted throughout the day just as a matter of circumstance. By the time I got home, I just didn't feel like it. So for the next five days, I didn't.

I still posted tweets to publicize my blog posts, because I feel like I owed my VEB cohorts some demonstrated effort to raise awareness for the website as a whole. But that was it. I would still check Twitter, though not nearly as often as I normally would, because it is a necessary tool for me to stay informed about my myriad interests, but I wanted to take a break from the interpersonal communication aspects of Twitter. It was by far the longest I went between posting tweets on my own since I joined the website in March 2011.

A few people noticed my habits had changed, and I told them I was fine. I'm still not sure if I was lying to them.

Those who know me well know that I have struggled with moments of sheer melancholia, pretty much forever. I have never been diagnosed with depression, though I am quite certain if I saw a psychiatrist, I would be diagnosed with it or something related. It never gets that bad, in the sense that I've always been able to compartmentalize it (it didn't affect my work, at my day job or blogging, and had I chosen to tweet, I'm quite certain I could've faked my way the last few days) and I've never contemplated violence, against others nor myself. But I still have those moments. And when I'm asked if I'm okay, I always say I am, because this is what people want to hear.

The reason I took a break from Twitter is because I felt like a fraud on it. My Twitter persona has always been an exaggerated version of my personality in real life: in real life, I am often sarcastic and quick-witted, though in a much more subdued way than I am online. I'm not as shy as I once was, though it still takes me a while to feel comfortable with new people. To be clear, I don't consider this to be a personality defect--I'm far from alone in this regard. But it's in such stark contrast with my much more extroverted e-persona.

The truth is that Twitter has been, for over half a decade, my comfort zone. Through some of my most insecure moments--when I felt like a failure, when I felt very alone--Twitter was where I could feel secure to say whatever I wanted. Much has been written, usually in reference to awful people who use Twitter for racist/sexist/homophobic/etc. sentiments, about how people hide behind avatars (I do not actually resemble Homer Simpson nor do I own a "TV SPORTS" pennant, though I would like one). But it works for me because I think I'm a fundamentally good person. I'm empathetic and caring and even when I don't do a good job conveying it, it is central enough to who I am that an uninhibited version of myself is, even if annoying, tolerable on a human level.

The phrase "quarter-life crisis" has become associated with those who fear the unknown. Think The Graduate (I took this analogy from the Wikipedia page on the phrase): Benjamin Braddock faces uncertainty about how his life will turn out following his graduation from college. I'm six years older than Braddock and probably won't live to 108, so I'm more inclined to view this as something of a third-life crisis. And it's the opposite of the quarter-life crisis: it is not fear of confronting the unknown, but rather the fear of routine. The fear that I'll be stuck in my current life pattern--not that I have a bad life, but rather the feeling that things could improve.

Twitter became a routine. It became boring. I got tired of regurgitating the same tired cliches over and over. I got tired of using it as a substitute for actual interpersonal communication. I'm not going to jump right back into tweeting exactly as I did before, because what I was doing before wasn't fulfilling for me. But I will be back, and hopefully, in every sense of the word, better than I was before.

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Watch @FWBluesFan slow dance...for charity!

Many people who are reading this know Twitter user @FWBluesFan, either through Twitter or in real life. Those who know him know that he is generally a quite mannered person. But yesterday, May 28, with my own two eyes, I saw him do something wildly antithetical to this persona.

While at the wedding of our friend, Twitter user @dspPickuptruck, the Fort Worth Blues Man participated in dancing, as people often do at wedding receptions, but the true highlight was during a slow dance song, Ed Sheeran's omnipresent 2014 hit ballad "Thinking Out Loud", in which he and the groom engaged in a slow dance.

I have mentioned this to a few people already, and consensus is that this did not happen. But not only did it happen, but I have video to prove it. Two details about the video.
  1. It is 35 seconds long and they dance for about 34 seconds of it. The video ends with a pair of bridesmaids, who were also dancing to the song, crashing into me.
  2. At one point, listeners can hear a voice other than Sheeran's belting the lyric "that baby now". The voice is mine, attempting feebly to sing.
I would love nothing more than to share this video with you. I've watched it several times and hope others will get the privilege. Now, I could just post the video on Twitter, but we have made the decision to try to parlay our silliness into helping a worthy cause.

I will post the video of @FWBluesFan and @dspPickuptruck slow-dancing to "Thinking Out Loud" to Twitter and to this post if we are able to raise $69 for the American Cancer Society.

Yes, it's silly. Yes, it's juvenile. But who says that supporting a good cause must be ultra-serious? I made the decision to turn this video into a charity effort, and @FWBluesFan picked a very worthwhile cause. In fact, I donated to the cause myself.


So really, you guys only need to raise $59. If every one of our followers donates five cents to ACS, the video will go beyond my cell phone.

If you would like to contribute, go to donate.cancer.org and make a one-time donation. E-mail me at johnjf125 at gmail dot com to confirm that you made the donation: a screenshot of the donation screen, forwarding a confirmation e-mail, a screenshot of the confirmation e-mail, etc. are all acceptable as long as it is clear that it is authentic. 

If you want to blur or block out information (such as I did above, where I blurred my phone number), feel free to block out as much as you'd like as long as you maintain the dollar amount donated. If you want to keep it completely anonymous, you may blur out single bit of information on the e-mail aside from the dollar amount while using a dummy e-mail account. All information regarding individual donations will remain 100% anonymous.

As an extra bonus, if we can raise $420 (yes, I am 12 years old), I will record an audio commentary of the video (it will actually be much longer than 35 seconds). Hopefully I can convince one of its co-stars to also appear to break down the video, but I can promise that I will be there. So we are only $410 from that. Less than 34 cents per follower gets us to this level.

All donations are welcome and encouraged. No amount is too small. Thank you in advance.