Sunday, August 7, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
The White Negroe
Been a long time since I rock'n'blogrolled. Sorry, got a lot going on and haven't had time to post anything. (Who am I apologizing to, crickets?) Here's an underrated band...from the dirty souf like all good stoner/sludge metal bands are:
EyeHateGod - White Nigger
I know, I know...that's not "my word". Maybe "wegroe" is a better way of putting it. I coined Wegroe ™, so it's my word, bugger off. I don't go around dropping N bombs, anyone reads this and knows me knows that..I rarely say it. I've never said it out of malice but from an educational standpoint. I have HEARD it MANY times from a position of malice. It's not the word, it's the intent, the authority & ability to cause real damage that's behind the word. If three black guys approach me on the street and start calling me "cracker" (it's happened)..intent. If three white dudes approach a black man on the street and call him "nigger"..intent. One white guy approaching three black guys and dropping the N bomb is known as creative suicide. A black guy approaching three white guys calling them cracker is known as "hilarious". Unless he has a gun. See: Authority, or rather, ABILITY to make that word have meaning.
"If you create a sign like this, or make the capitol error of sporting a stache, mullet AND an American Flag dew-rag (Jesus, Old Glory boxing shorts would have been better), you are forbidden to criticize immigrants who can't speak/write english. You also do not qualify for the United Wegroe College Fund."
I worked at this restaurant when I was a teenager, and there was this cook who was a major dick, Tony. There was a server who was a little obnoxious, but not unlikeable. He was flaming like Johnny Torch, openly queer. Weeks and weeks of Tony slipping in "faggots" and "gaybo", etc etc. One day I hear a clamor, pots & pans clanging, shouting. I ran to the back to find Tony pinning the server to the wall with a fillet knife at his throat. "CALL ME A NIGGA AGAIN, MOTHERFUCKER!" About a minute of this, me and others trying to chill him out before he did something stupid. The server just stood there, his hands up, ghost white.
I guess Tony did not see the point that Johnny Torch was trying to make to him.
Can't deny growing up in Da Souf hasn't had an affect in my development as a person. Po' white southern trash. Not as po' as many, but for a long while as a kid I lived with grandparents, or in a trailer..sometimes even a few months with a great-uncle & my great aunt lived to be about 102 years old. I was often shifted around. It can have a bearing on who we are, our esteem, how others treat us. Anyone who'd think all white people are privileged just because they're "caucasians" should spend a few weeks in south Georgia or Alabama. A caucasian is from the Caucasus mountains anyway...dumb. It IS a factor in how society treats you. Drunk/abusive or absent dads. Drunk/abusive or absent moms. Kids going to school where lunch was often the only meal they'd get that day..so some would try to hustle two trays, or steal food from other kids. Wasn't always about bullying or power tripping, but real hunger & malnutrition. Survival.
The "Reconstruction" of the civil war never ended..the south is still reconstructing. It was blighted and punished severely for seceding & for the economic advantages slavery gave it. Paid the price. Many are paying the price still several generations later. Back then, it was much the same as today..a minority of wealthy folks were the ones with all the slaves. The others were mostly poor ass sharecroppers, craftsmen, proprietors, etc. Only one out of every four southern males owned slaves, and even in those cases, it would be one or two slaves. I'm not rationalizing, I'm saying the general perception is not quite in line with history. The vast majority could not afford the legions of slaves plantation owners had. Sure, maybe they'd aspire to "pulling themselves up by the bootstraps with the help of a Yoruba captive"...kind of like the folks today that aspire to have the millions of hedge fund managers. It's often been said that the constitution is racist because it equates an african's vote to only count as 1/5th of a white's vote. The legislators did that out of practicality, because including the slave population, the south outnumbered the northern states in voting power. It would've been the South voting their agendas in, and getting their slaves to do the same thing. "Ah, Kunte Kinte here loooooves this proposition, dontchya boy!" And that would have likely lead to more states becoming slave states.
For years, it was the negroes and the wegroes, many from the south, Ozarks & Appalachians, that went off to Vietnam. Wasn't until the draft came about that the upper classes started caring much about it. "Oh shit! I was going to backpack like Kerouac this summer, get into trouble, maybe listen to some of that devil jazz music and smoke some grass, college will always be there for me! WE DON'T NEED YOUR STUPID WAR, HELL NO WE WON'T GO!!" Hey, it got a lot of dudes to go to college..how's that for motivation! Now, college is so ridiculously expensive, they get people INTO the military by offering tuition assitance. "Hey, your dumb trashy ass will never get in with the elites...join the Army/Navy/AirForce (maybe)/Marines! If you survive, you can go to college! They're all wheelchair accessible. And they are very accomodating of people with PTSD."
The greatest irony is that the white supremacists and black supremacists have so, so much in common aside from the nature of their hatred...
"What's Up?! We're Akeem and Muhammed Shabbaz Shazaam III Esquire and we are here to PUMP (clap!) you up!"
Feh. Hymn To The Wegroe. A Wegroe isn't a racist or a white supremacist/seperatist. Perhaps I will create official Wegroe cards..email me if you'd like one. Don't even have to be european, you can be an honorary Wegroe. Then we can say "wegroe, please" to each other. Wegrow. Grow marijuana & get high when you can so that you don't end up all grouchy and neurotic.
EyeHateGod - White Nigger
I know, I know...that's not "my word". Maybe "wegroe" is a better way of putting it. I coined Wegroe ™, so it's my word, bugger off. I don't go around dropping N bombs, anyone reads this and knows me knows that..I rarely say it. I've never said it out of malice but from an educational standpoint. I have HEARD it MANY times from a position of malice. It's not the word, it's the intent, the authority & ability to cause real damage that's behind the word. If three black guys approach me on the street and start calling me "cracker" (it's happened)..intent. If three white dudes approach a black man on the street and call him "nigger"..intent. One white guy approaching three black guys and dropping the N bomb is known as creative suicide. A black guy approaching three white guys calling them cracker is known as "hilarious". Unless he has a gun. See: Authority, or rather, ABILITY to make that word have meaning.
"If you create a sign like this, or make the capitol error of sporting a stache, mullet AND an American Flag dew-rag (Jesus, Old Glory boxing shorts would have been better), you are forbidden to criticize immigrants who can't speak/write english. You also do not qualify for the United Wegroe College Fund."
I worked at this restaurant when I was a teenager, and there was this cook who was a major dick, Tony. There was a server who was a little obnoxious, but not unlikeable. He was flaming like Johnny Torch, openly queer. Weeks and weeks of Tony slipping in "faggots" and "gaybo", etc etc. One day I hear a clamor, pots & pans clanging, shouting. I ran to the back to find Tony pinning the server to the wall with a fillet knife at his throat. "CALL ME A NIGGA AGAIN, MOTHERFUCKER!" About a minute of this, me and others trying to chill him out before he did something stupid. The server just stood there, his hands up, ghost white.
I guess Tony did not see the point that Johnny Torch was trying to make to him.
Can't deny growing up in Da Souf hasn't had an affect in my development as a person. Po' white southern trash. Not as po' as many, but for a long while as a kid I lived with grandparents, or in a trailer..sometimes even a few months with a great-uncle & my great aunt lived to be about 102 years old. I was often shifted around. It can have a bearing on who we are, our esteem, how others treat us. Anyone who'd think all white people are privileged just because they're "caucasians" should spend a few weeks in south Georgia or Alabama. A caucasian is from the Caucasus mountains anyway...dumb. It IS a factor in how society treats you. Drunk/abusive or absent dads. Drunk/abusive or absent moms. Kids going to school where lunch was often the only meal they'd get that day..so some would try to hustle two trays, or steal food from other kids. Wasn't always about bullying or power tripping, but real hunger & malnutrition. Survival.
The "Reconstruction" of the civil war never ended..the south is still reconstructing. It was blighted and punished severely for seceding & for the economic advantages slavery gave it. Paid the price. Many are paying the price still several generations later. Back then, it was much the same as today..a minority of wealthy folks were the ones with all the slaves. The others were mostly poor ass sharecroppers, craftsmen, proprietors, etc. Only one out of every four southern males owned slaves, and even in those cases, it would be one or two slaves. I'm not rationalizing, I'm saying the general perception is not quite in line with history. The vast majority could not afford the legions of slaves plantation owners had. Sure, maybe they'd aspire to "pulling themselves up by the bootstraps with the help of a Yoruba captive"...kind of like the folks today that aspire to have the millions of hedge fund managers. It's often been said that the constitution is racist because it equates an african's vote to only count as 1/5th of a white's vote. The legislators did that out of practicality, because including the slave population, the south outnumbered the northern states in voting power. It would've been the South voting their agendas in, and getting their slaves to do the same thing. "Ah, Kunte Kinte here loooooves this proposition, dontchya boy!" And that would have likely lead to more states becoming slave states.
For years, it was the negroes and the wegroes, many from the south, Ozarks & Appalachians, that went off to Vietnam. Wasn't until the draft came about that the upper classes started caring much about it. "Oh shit! I was going to backpack like Kerouac this summer, get into trouble, maybe listen to some of that devil jazz music and smoke some grass, college will always be there for me! WE DON'T NEED YOUR STUPID WAR, HELL NO WE WON'T GO!!" Hey, it got a lot of dudes to go to college..how's that for motivation! Now, college is so ridiculously expensive, they get people INTO the military by offering tuition assitance. "Hey, your dumb trashy ass will never get in with the elites...join the Army/Navy/AirForce (maybe)/Marines! If you survive, you can go to college! They're all wheelchair accessible. And they are very accomodating of people with PTSD."
The greatest irony is that the white supremacists and black supremacists have so, so much in common aside from the nature of their hatred...
Feh. Hymn To The Wegroe. A Wegroe isn't a racist or a white supremacist/seperatist. Perhaps I will create official Wegroe cards..email me if you'd like one. Don't even have to be european, you can be an honorary Wegroe. Then we can say "wegroe, please" to each other. Wegrow. Grow marijuana & get high when you can so that you don't end up all grouchy and neurotic.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
My Style of Diplomacy
Here is what should've happened back in 2003, if we hadn't had a moron named George Bush III in office. I seem to recall another George III being a problem for the United States a long, long time ago:
Dear Iraqi Baath Party,
If you want to go goosestepping through the streets of Baghdad, that is your business. We're sick of dicking around with the UN and Saddam though. Here in the United States, we love lotteries and get rich quick schemes. We're concerned that Iraq will start selling oil to countries in competition with us, and therefore our dollar will lose its petro-backed value. If you big chiefums in the Baath Party hog tie and hand over Saddam and these few dozen other people we don't like (the REAL Saddam, not some chador salesman with a dirty sanchez moustache), we'll give each high-ranking officer in the Baath Party $10,000. We have a lot of corporations licking their lips over here at the opportunity of making a huge profit off the blood of both our people and yours. If we come in, there will be much bloodshed, MORE depleted uranium mines littering the ground and burning into the atmosphere (and according to our own military studies, this shit is incredibly dangerous when handled or when burned) and there will be much busting up of infrastructure, and all those religious zealots you hate will be running loose everywhere. That would suck. OH, here in the United States, we love weed too, we just won't admit it. If you cooperate, we'll ship in Hindu Kush seeds so the Kurds will have something to do. Maybe you can get the Iranians high too, they need it.
Dear American People,
We don't know what the fuck Saddam is doing. That's the problem. Really, though...how does $10/gallon gas sound to you? Let's be real, we hardly have democracy here, we can't bring it to a bunch of pan-arab nationalist nazis in the tigris-euphrates valley. Maybe if all the far-left handwringers had gotten the cocks of tweed-jacketed left-over 60s hippy college professors out of their mouths for half a minute, we could have those 100 top of the line nuclear power plants that would make us almost totally self-sufficient for energy...but no, all the Euro-Douches get to have them. Toyota and Honda want to sell hybrids that cost two to three times as much as a gas powered equivalent, and celebrities like Gwyneth Paltrow and Chevy Chase want to drive big gas guzzling SUV's while telling everyone else they're supporting terrorists. Shame on them, and shame on you. All the people that drive smaller more fuel efficient cars are thrilled that you feel safer in your Abrams tank..maybe if you paid attention to the road instead of chatting on your blackberry while three LCD screens played, everyone else would feel safer too. Damn, the best was this one time I saw a huge SUV, and the LCD screen in the back was playing a hardcore porn movie. THANKS! Why the hell was THAT GUY driving around while Pee Wee Herman/Paul Reubens got shafted for being far more discreet than that. LCD screens...there's these things called, uh, BOOKS..they fit nicely in those little pockets on the back of car seats. Or maybe your kids could talk to each other or something, play handslaps, animal or vegetable, or rock-paper-scissors. You know that company we have, Ford? They make these new compact engines that get about 40 to 50 mpg. Apparently, these are only good enough for other countries, you won't buy these sorts of cars, America. Ya know, all that extra petrol saved could be used to make a lot more cheap plastic shit, my fellow Americans! Anyway, I gotta go give the First Lady the high hard one. I do enjoy these fireside chats, fellow merkins!
Afghanistan is different....
Bush the fratboy slept off hangovers in an F-11, and sent many to be cannon fodder for his ivy league cronies in his administration. A wise leader, a scrupulous one, may have sent them, but not under this false premise of bringing democracy. It would have been best to strike quick, round up every Talibani piece of shit without incurring trillions in costs, countless deaths, and bombing a place ALREADY in the stone age into the stone age. Bomb them into the stoned age with marijuana instead. The Soviets were in Afghanistan for 8 years and it led nowhere good for them...why do we think we have something so much better that those people want? Destroy the opium fields, and encourage the cultivation of potent marijuana strains again. OH WAIT, that's right, the western pharmaceutical companies want to own those strains for their edicinal values...the ones they hire talking heads to come out and say have no medicinal value. Owning a plant. Even what comes from god, from the earth, they wish to patent it and sell it to the populace in the form of overpriced pills. Suckers of satan's cock. The tribal leaders of Afghanistan, the Loya Jirga, wanted the Shah of Afghanistan to be reinstated, but the US blocked that decision so they could get their boy Karzai in there. In my eyes, destruction sometimes is necessary..but destroying without a clear vision of what to build in its stead is insane and evil. I think the United States is a mentally ill country.
Dear Iraqi Baath Party,
If you want to go goosestepping through the streets of Baghdad, that is your business. We're sick of dicking around with the UN and Saddam though. Here in the United States, we love lotteries and get rich quick schemes. We're concerned that Iraq will start selling oil to countries in competition with us, and therefore our dollar will lose its petro-backed value. If you big chiefums in the Baath Party hog tie and hand over Saddam and these few dozen other people we don't like (the REAL Saddam, not some chador salesman with a dirty sanchez moustache), we'll give each high-ranking officer in the Baath Party $10,000. We have a lot of corporations licking their lips over here at the opportunity of making a huge profit off the blood of both our people and yours. If we come in, there will be much bloodshed, MORE depleted uranium mines littering the ground and burning into the atmosphere (and according to our own military studies, this shit is incredibly dangerous when handled or when burned) and there will be much busting up of infrastructure, and all those religious zealots you hate will be running loose everywhere. That would suck. OH, here in the United States, we love weed too, we just won't admit it. If you cooperate, we'll ship in Hindu Kush seeds so the Kurds will have something to do. Maybe you can get the Iranians high too, they need it.
Dear American People,
We don't know what the fuck Saddam is doing. That's the problem. Really, though...how does $10/gallon gas sound to you? Let's be real, we hardly have democracy here, we can't bring it to a bunch of pan-arab nationalist nazis in the tigris-euphrates valley. Maybe if all the far-left handwringers had gotten the cocks of tweed-jacketed left-over 60s hippy college professors out of their mouths for half a minute, we could have those 100 top of the line nuclear power plants that would make us almost totally self-sufficient for energy...but no, all the Euro-Douches get to have them. Toyota and Honda want to sell hybrids that cost two to three times as much as a gas powered equivalent, and celebrities like Gwyneth Paltrow and Chevy Chase want to drive big gas guzzling SUV's while telling everyone else they're supporting terrorists. Shame on them, and shame on you. All the people that drive smaller more fuel efficient cars are thrilled that you feel safer in your Abrams tank..maybe if you paid attention to the road instead of chatting on your blackberry while three LCD screens played, everyone else would feel safer too. Damn, the best was this one time I saw a huge SUV, and the LCD screen in the back was playing a hardcore porn movie. THANKS! Why the hell was THAT GUY driving around while Pee Wee Herman/Paul Reubens got shafted for being far more discreet than that. LCD screens...there's these things called, uh, BOOKS..they fit nicely in those little pockets on the back of car seats. Or maybe your kids could talk to each other or something, play handslaps, animal or vegetable, or rock-paper-scissors. You know that company we have, Ford? They make these new compact engines that get about 40 to 50 mpg. Apparently, these are only good enough for other countries, you won't buy these sorts of cars, America. Ya know, all that extra petrol saved could be used to make a lot more cheap plastic shit, my fellow Americans! Anyway, I gotta go give the First Lady the high hard one. I do enjoy these fireside chats, fellow merkins!
Afghanistan is different....
Bush the fratboy slept off hangovers in an F-11, and sent many to be cannon fodder for his ivy league cronies in his administration. A wise leader, a scrupulous one, may have sent them, but not under this false premise of bringing democracy. It would have been best to strike quick, round up every Talibani piece of shit without incurring trillions in costs, countless deaths, and bombing a place ALREADY in the stone age into the stone age. Bomb them into the stoned age with marijuana instead. The Soviets were in Afghanistan for 8 years and it led nowhere good for them...why do we think we have something so much better that those people want? Destroy the opium fields, and encourage the cultivation of potent marijuana strains again. OH WAIT, that's right, the western pharmaceutical companies want to own those strains for their edicinal values...the ones they hire talking heads to come out and say have no medicinal value. Owning a plant. Even what comes from god, from the earth, they wish to patent it and sell it to the populace in the form of overpriced pills. Suckers of satan's cock. The tribal leaders of Afghanistan, the Loya Jirga, wanted the Shah of Afghanistan to be reinstated, but the US blocked that decision so they could get their boy Karzai in there. In my eyes, destruction sometimes is necessary..but destroying without a clear vision of what to build in its stead is insane and evil. I think the United States is a mentally ill country.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Notes From The Waiting Room - Part One, March 2010
"Love" What is it? To be honest, I have no clue. Most people dont, yet trick themselves into thinking they do. WHat the hell is It. Well...it's insanity. More so today in a loveless world...what's the divorce rate up to now? It's an invention of the greeting card industry..no, but the greeting card industry has had their say in molding what it has come to be known as. It's also mutual, SENSIBLE sacrifice. It's wanting to declare a geehawd on a million muthafuckas WITH someone..not FOR them or against them. Four chambers in the heart, to be loaded with bullets to shoot at a wicked world. Pilot & copilot in a B52 bomber. Drop the neutron bomb of the products of passion, to neutralize all that is anti-love and anti-living. Its kinship...but it has to go beyond that. It is NOT waiting in vain...but if mutual, one can wait until the Sun turns supernova. Weighting possibilities, not waiting in vain. You can wait until generations of stars become wishes. It IS insanity...and it has to be measured insanity to be a healthy insanity, small doses... "A little nonsense now & then is treasured by the wisest men". Well, that's what I *think* Love is....but what the fuck do I know? Love is the only true adventure. It's friendship set on fire. It has no awareness of merits or demerits. We love in another many of the things we see in ourselves.
"If I speak in human and angelic tongues 2 but do not have love, I am a resounding gong or a clashing cymbal. And if I have the gift of prophecy and comprehend all mysteries and all knowledge; if I have all faith so as to move mountains but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give away everything I own, and if I hand my body over so that I may boast but do not have love, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, (love) is not pompous, it is not inflated, it is not rude, it does not seek its own interests, it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury, it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. If there are prophecies, they will be brought to nothing; if tongues, they will cease; if knowledge, it will be brought to nothing. For we know partially and prophecy partially, but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away. When I was a child, I talked as a child, thought as a child, reasoned as a child; when I became a man, I put aside childish things. At present we see indistinctly, as in a mirror, but then face to face. At present I know partially; then I shall know fully, as I am fully known. So...faith, hope, love remain, these three; but the greatest of these is love." - 1Corinthians13...one of the few books of the New Testament that seems to make much sense. Though I would say that most adults, when they cease thinking like children...just stop thinking about things entirely.
If one can't love a person..then love an endeavor. Love the world, and let your talents be a manifestion of that love for the world. Love what promotes equal opportunities, safe, clean environments...dismiss what does not. If you wish to be happy, set goals that command your thoughts, liberate your energy, and inspire hope in you. The opposite of love isn't hate, it is indifference. I am indifferent towards multinational corporations that set up in countries, get treated as if they had all the rights of an individual, exploit & corrupt the laws of that host country while looking for the next fertile plain to locust to...but what I hate is the effects of their short-sightedness. It is precisely like that movie cube..it's a huge construct, and nobody knows who built it exactly, everyone just does what they're supposed to, each individual an architect of a greater hell. My hatred is better used to destroy this construct in showing how it is a dead end. Robber barons are alive and well, and few of them follow the more responsible model of Andrew Carnegie.
It is human nature to never be satisfied, to always strive for better. If I give up, if I resign myself to the cube, to be cataloged and put on a shelf, what have I done with the gifts given to me by the creator of worlds. If we never strive for the better in others, only for the betterment of ourselves, what is created? Houses built with nobody to occupy them, yet armies of homeless everywhere. Change is painful...that's why people avoid it. They are as stiff trees that splinter, break, then fall over taking down others..not bamboo that bends in the wind, becoming even stronger when wet. That's why they look for scapegoats & martyrs...when we are all scapegoats and martyrs.
I do not hate the weakness I see in others, because many of the same weaknesses are in me. I look at their weakness, & I think - there but for the grace of god go I. Wisdom isn't just learning from our own mistakes, but from the mistakes of others.
"Love" What is it? To be honest, I have no clue. Most people dont, yet trick themselves into thinking they do. WHat the hell is It. Well...it's insanity. More so today in a loveless world...what's the divorce rate up to now? It's an invention of the greeting card industry..no, but the greeting card industry has had their say in molding what it has come to be known as. It's also mutual, SENSIBLE sacrifice. It's wanting to declare a geehawd on a million muthafuckas WITH someone..not FOR them or against them. Four chambers in the heart, to be loaded with bullets to shoot at a wicked world. Pilot & copilot in a B52 bomber. Drop the neutron bomb of the products of passion, to neutralize all that is anti-love and anti-living. Its kinship...but it has to go beyond that. It is NOT waiting in vain...but if mutual, one can wait until the Sun turns supernova. Weighting possibilities, not waiting in vain. You can wait until generations of stars become wishes. It IS insanity...and it has to be measured insanity to be a healthy insanity, small doses... "A little nonsense now & then is treasured by the wisest men". Well, that's what I *think* Love is....but what the fuck do I know? Love is the only true adventure. It's friendship set on fire. It has no awareness of merits or demerits. We love in another many of the things we see in ourselves.
"If I speak in human and angelic tongues 2 but do not have love, I am a resounding gong or a clashing cymbal. And if I have the gift of prophecy and comprehend all mysteries and all knowledge; if I have all faith so as to move mountains but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give away everything I own, and if I hand my body over so that I may boast but do not have love, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, (love) is not pompous, it is not inflated, it is not rude, it does not seek its own interests, it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury, it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. If there are prophecies, they will be brought to nothing; if tongues, they will cease; if knowledge, it will be brought to nothing. For we know partially and prophecy partially, but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away. When I was a child, I talked as a child, thought as a child, reasoned as a child; when I became a man, I put aside childish things. At present we see indistinctly, as in a mirror, but then face to face. At present I know partially; then I shall know fully, as I am fully known. So...faith, hope, love remain, these three; but the greatest of these is love." - 1Corinthians13...one of the few books of the New Testament that seems to make much sense. Though I would say that most adults, when they cease thinking like children...just stop thinking about things entirely.
If one can't love a person..then love an endeavor. Love the world, and let your talents be a manifestion of that love for the world. Love what promotes equal opportunities, safe, clean environments...dismiss what does not. If you wish to be happy, set goals that command your thoughts, liberate your energy, and inspire hope in you. The opposite of love isn't hate, it is indifference. I am indifferent towards multinational corporations that set up in countries, get treated as if they had all the rights of an individual, exploit & corrupt the laws of that host country while looking for the next fertile plain to locust to...but what I hate is the effects of their short-sightedness. It is precisely like that movie cube..it's a huge construct, and nobody knows who built it exactly, everyone just does what they're supposed to, each individual an architect of a greater hell. My hatred is better used to destroy this construct in showing how it is a dead end. Robber barons are alive and well, and few of them follow the more responsible model of Andrew Carnegie.
It is human nature to never be satisfied, to always strive for better. If I give up, if I resign myself to the cube, to be cataloged and put on a shelf, what have I done with the gifts given to me by the creator of worlds. If we never strive for the better in others, only for the betterment of ourselves, what is created? Houses built with nobody to occupy them, yet armies of homeless everywhere. Change is painful...that's why people avoid it. They are as stiff trees that splinter, break, then fall over taking down others..not bamboo that bends in the wind, becoming even stronger when wet. That's why they look for scapegoats & martyrs...when we are all scapegoats and martyrs.
I do not hate the weakness I see in others, because many of the same weaknesses are in me. I look at their weakness, & I think - there but for the grace of god go I. Wisdom isn't just learning from our own mistakes, but from the mistakes of others.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Signal To Noise, Death of Music, Death of Auto-Tune
KRS-One. "When it comes to hiphop, we the orthodoxy" - Untouchable. Top 10 all time best lyricists.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
The Consistency of Peaches
The first breakthrough album of Peaches still has some appeal, relevancy. This chick is everything I look for in music, though. No half-assing on stage. Simple, yet memorable hooks. Keeps her dignity to a degree while still expressing her sexuality (she's a former librarian, I'm sure there's a lot of repressed stuff going on with Peaches). Challenges the paradigm of what's considered beauty. After having a couple of charting records, most "rock stars" would've gotten the gap in their teeth fixed. Not Peaches. Nope. That gap between her two teeth is kinda what makes her pretty when she cleans up. Plus, she's freaking witty.
Mic flip in the air, (beat beat) BAM, perfect timing. In video game speak, this would be Mega-Mega Bonus flashing bells, name at the top of the list of "high scores". Guitar Zero for the Playstation XXX not required.
Mic flip in the air, (beat beat) BAM, perfect timing. In video game speak, this would be Mega-Mega Bonus flashing bells, name at the top of the list of "high scores". Guitar Zero for the Playstation XXX not required.
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