Archive for June, 2009
Dramatic Prairie Dog vs. Boyd Rice
“quite possible [sic] the most important video of our time” – Ethanscool202
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MGP Rewind: “You’re ALL Fascists!”
An oldie, to be sure. Not really this angry anymore, but it’s still fun to share. Enjoy…
excerpt from “You’re ALL Fascists”
originally printed in Poo Poo Magazine #10
Copyright © 1995 Purging Talon
2 commentsFascism is fundamentally a dictatorial practice, which means that if you feel that everybody should think like you do on a particular issue AND you wish to implement some sort of regulation, force, or social stigma in order to engage your cause as status quo, then you’re in the club. I bet it would soothe you to know that you’re in a rather large club, wouldn’t it? Still in denial? Well, then, please goosestep with me through the remaining paragraphs.
First of all, I could care less how noble or “just” you feel your cause is. Ultimately (and this may be the rude awakening for some dreamy-eyed “revolutionaries”), not everyone is going to dig your little jamboree. The causists cry for education, but WHOSE education will be disseminated? Yours? Mine? And isn’t the broad assumption here that there exists (tee-hee) a universal definition of right (ho-ho) and wrong (ha-ha-ha)? How will you deal with the rebel elements in your politically-correct world? Prison camps? Gas chambers? BIBLE CLASS? Face it, children… the environmental and genetic differences (regardless of what labels you wish to give them) determine that we as humans are not all going to pop out of the uteral factory as precision-correct replicas. Want everyone to agree and live in harmony with humankind? Slash the earth’s human numbers down to one. There’s your world peace.
Providing room for all cultures and ideologies to exist would be beneficial. I’d like to see it, if it means leaving me alone for once. But, it’s hardly ever in anyone’s plan. (And, of course, there would be war and conflict, but that’ll happen no matter what you do.) The subjugation of non-compliant individuals will naturally occur and has been shown in nearly every arena throughout human history. The White supremacists want to dominate and control the social views towards African-Americans and others, yet our government and related social establishments respond by controlling White supremacists by restricting their passage to media sources such as public access cable and the Internet. People talking and people acting are two separate acts, yet most are too insecure to want to see that. Guilty before proven innocent.
I must interject here and state that I am not concerned with the moralistic implications of my examples used in this essay. Morals are personal and really have nothing to do with this subject, with the exception that each group’s morals often fuel their respective causes. I rather not play such a useless game. Or such a collective one.
Self-fascism. It has a delicious ring to it. My Reich. A pogrom against your expectations of me. I will subjugate all of you who wish to be subjugated by eradicating your impositions, and subjecting you to my existence by merely being. And, why not. A great deal of you live to be subjugated. Those cramped in boxes you collectively envelope yourselves in, safeguarding yourselves from facing anyone who personally rejects such limitations. Admit it. Most of you loathe independent thinking because no one’s there to tell you that it’s okay to do so. Some of you need your Hitlers, your Christs, your MTVs, your well-practiced poses, and your “alternative” or “underground” icons to give you strength. How uncomfortable it must feel to lack confines. All of those rules, the dress codes, the “exclusivity” of liking the “cool” bands. Trade the status quo for a smaller strain of the same thing and feel oh-so-free. You’re the perfect paradigm for what I DON’T want to be and it’s the only thing I’ll thank you for. As it stands, I’m on this dirtball to impress myself. No other.
Dead Celeb Provokes Idiocy On All Fronts
I was almost not going to even address this, but…
Yes, Michael Jackson is dead. The Gloved One has given his final performance. And with his passing has come a whole lot of cowardly snipes, snarky and unimaginative jokes, and a variety of other backlash garishly displaying the herd’s need for blameshifting and vilification in order to feel better about themselves. In other words, business as usual.
Without wanting to defend a dead stranger too much, it’s apparent that this event has brought out the pitchforks and torches in an alarming number of people. Not too surprising, and, yes, I know why. It’s easier for the masses to condemn based on hearsay, rumors, and hastily reached conclusions, which is what Jackson got and still gets in spades. Most people simply love any opportunity to play social/moral arbiter, especially against a celebrity and doubly so if that celeb is filthy rich. Of course, the attention span of your average American is pretty darn short, so a whole lot of convenient filling-in-the-blanks has to occur. Remember, folks, no matter what you think regarding his interest in kids, it doesn’t alter the fact that Jackson was never convicted of a crime. Those who lied about his dealings with children largely recanted and the rest admitted their aims to get money from him — in all circumstances, not a shred of damnable proof has ever surfaced. Again, not standing up for him, but I do like to remind my readers of the facts. No, not what you saw on Entertainment Tonight, read on TMZ, or heard on the playground, but actual, immovable facts. Joining in on the “pedophile” party line is unfounded, immature, and an act reminiscent of sheep.
Jackson’s real crime, of course, is that he was eccentric. Or, weird, if you prefer. And not just any kind of weird but the kind that is so very unconventional (and, given his skin ailment, somewhat unavoidable) that it makes people uncomfortable, suspicious, and, often enough, angry. I liked that about him. Strike that… I REALLY liked that about him. In my younger years, I enjoyed watching people get themselves into such a lather over this diminutive effeminate singer, whether they felt threatened by him, alienated by him, or, as evidenced by Jackson’s postmortem reaction, compelled to cheap displays of self-righteous indignation. I also understood the social and psychological underpinnings of such behavior, chiefly from a little period of time some might remember as “Satanic Panic.” I’m sure if you thought hard enough, you can come up with some parallels there.
As much as the herd loves to worship everything from sports figures to politicians to rock stars, so too do they love to tear them down. The transparency of the act is obvious, betraying any sense of rational thought or dignity. Trust me, if you haven’t seen it or heard it today, you’ll soon enough have to endure the clucking of tongues and the wagging of fingers that only media misdirection and a bad economy could love. Get ready to re-evaluate your former opinions on some people you know as well. Because the death of “Wacko Jacko” is going to bring out the worst forms of pettiness, mindless conformity, and media regurgitation in at least one person in your immediate vicinity, and that’s probably a conservative estimate. I think I actually hurt from all of the cringing and eye-rolling I’ve done today.
I’m not exactly a fan of MJ. I didn’t buy any of his records (and, likewise, won’t backpedal by now claiming I did, like others will) and had by the mid-1980s steered my adolescent musical radar away from pop and more towards heavier territory. My positive memories of his music are from my pre-teen years in the 1970s, but I also collected stuffed animals and drew epic space battles, so what did I know at 9 or 10? And while Jackson’s drug problems are nothing to be admired, he certainly carved out an empire (even a momentary one) for himself, lived a completely self-directed life, looked to be having fun much of the time, and, like Frank sang, he did it his way. I can admire that.
There aren’t many weirdos left in the world, and that’s a shame. Sure, there are manufactured oddballs worthy of little more than a deserved dismissal and a quick forget. But, the true, dyed-in-the-wool weirdos are definitely a rare breed, and appreciation for them is something completely beyond the consideration of modern mediocrity. A very sad reality.
So, that’s what I’ve got. Continue with your shenanigans.
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Craigslist Heartbreak Disasters
Couples breaking up are often terribly cute. And by cute, I mean pathetic. Weakness, desperation, and absolutely zero dignity — behaviors that carry over into many of their other life endeavors. But, the love variant has a fragrance all its own, and it sure isn’t roses. And when it’s offered up to the whole of the Internet to witness… well, that’s a masochistic plea for approval that just screams entertainment. For the rest of us, of course. Enjoy…
i broke your heart yea right – m4w – 35 (svt.)
yeah right i have done nothing to you i have tried to do everything to get you and you showed me nothing except i dont have a chance you alway compared me to others whats up with that you never had feeling oviously so dont lie you can tell some one else you like them but not me my heart is bigger than yours i have dreamed of you for a year and half i would have giving into you over that period of time what did you give me for time a week ha that is a joke i believed in ment to be and fait and i still do like you i wasnt messing with you or miss leading you i just never told a girl i liked her before so i didnt know how to go about it and i am sorry every time i wanted to sweep you off your feet but the vibe you gave me and the way you looked at me is like i discusted you so what am i suppost to believe hunny every day all i thought about was you and nothing else my whole life was fallen appart because of it what am i supposed to do you are a great person to i believe and i hold nothing against you and if you can not understand that then there was no feelings for me sorry i could not be myself around you but if your heart was beating like mine you would have a panic attack too i am only staying where i am till somethng comes along dont sound right does but every body does it and i hate being alone and i only told her because i didnt know if you were going to tell her that i keep harassing you i just didnt know what to believe sorry i made things weird i just thought we would of made a great couple iff you dont have time for me anymore i recall you never gave me any time i tried to talk to you in the past and all you did was cut me short that hurts but you know i have learned alot from this and if you ever change your mind just let me know i cant go on guessing because when i see your eyes i drown in them and fall apart i love you sounds weird but i am seriouse and i do like your kids i think kids are great i always been good with kids and i thought the same about you . three strikes i am out never was good at base ball but i am good at pitching and catching well any way if you chose not to bother with me anymore then i am sorry for my mental games i guess i realy didnt think you cared till now this hurts even more now relizing there was something but at least i will wait for as long as it takes for you and always will because i realy love you and you cannot take that from me and no one else can either goodbye.
All I can say… – w4m – 35
is thanks for breaking my heart. Not once, not twice, but three times!!
Your a real man you are, and I am the stupidest woman on the face of the earth!
I do not have time for you anymore.
And I will not fall for your stupid tricks again!
Go to hell…..
Flirting with disaster? Should leave well enough alone??? – m4w – 36
1 commentIs it possible to love one deeply and eternally and yet share ones passion (or is it lust, a combination?) with another?
What was the significance to our “meeting” here? Was there any? A chance encounter or something tha happens all the time? It was very nice while it lasted… I should leave it at that, and yet.
You know these are not my words and yet you seemed touched by them more than my love ever has. I guess that was part of the fun. You seemed to share a passionate side my beloved has not yet discovered in herself. Something I long to share…
were these some of the words I spoke to you for our brief time?… If not they were ones I would have spoken. I should “let it be”, and yet, I think of you still with some frequency. What a mess we could make of our lives and still…
Linkdump: 6/23/09
Is Ted Bundy still as charming on tape two decades after his death? Well, listen for yourself.- Bad parents should be lined up and executed. Or, at the very least, mocked for their obvious errors.
- You’re goth. It’s hot out. What do you do? Absolutely nothing.
- Weekly World News… nearly every damn issue online!
- Not since 9/11 have I seen such a striking combination of aircraft and building. What, too much?
- It’s a bird, its a plane, it’s… Superman’s co-creator releasing a book on his lesser-known smutty comic art.
- Lovecraft and the History of the Necronomicon – lecture by author/researcher, Dan Harms.
ARC Addition: Intel iMac 2.8 GHz
After seven years of heavily milking my old G4 Mirror Door, I decided it was time to get something a bit more powerful under the hood (though, in all fairness, that G4 still has a lot of life to it, and I might end up turning it into a media server or something along those lines). So, I went down to Small Dog and got myself an Intel iMac! (Great sales people there, by the way. Always friendly and helpful, even though that makes me sound a little like an otherwise grumpy old man.) Yes, it’s a hell of a lot faster, and the widescreen is excellent for timeline-based audio and video editing, not to mention the amazing screen resolution. And since Snow Leopard will be Intel only, that was pretty much the final nail in the PowerPC coffin for me. At least as a regular production machine. For now, I have my old monitor right next to the iMac, serving in extended desktop mode, though I have some other plans for that older piece of hardware in the future, as a bit of an extension of the “command center” concept. All in all, a wonderful new set-up for future projects, including my secret audio one, which benefits greatly from this upgrade. Too happy. (For those keeping score, this is Mac #27 for my Apple Retro Collection.)
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