As 2010 approaches and this night is marked in time as one of celebration, it's time once again to share my love of music with my readers. Here's a long distance dedication to all those who wish to inflict their beliefs, their will, their points of view in my direction. To those, I unapologetically give you Five Finger Death Punch and their wonderful little diddy, Salvation.
Disgusted by your weakness
You have no right to live
To know you is to hate you
But your life's yours to give
You monkey see, you monkey do
You're always doing what they tell you to
You're such a puppet on string
You don't get it!
I won't bow to something that I've never seen
I can't believe in something that doesn't believe in me
I'm not blood of your blood, I'm no son of your god
I've no faith in your fate
Still I find salvation
You think you have the answers to every last detail
In your eyes, you're the victor
In mine you've only failed
You monkey see, you monkey do
You're always doing what they tell you to
You're such a puppet on string
You don't get it!
You monkey see, you monkey do
You're always doing what they tell you to
You're such a puppet on string
You don't get it!
I won't bow to something that I've never seen
I can't believe in something that doesn't believe in me
I'm not blood of your blood, I'm no son of your god
I've no faith in your fate
Still I find salvation
Still I find salvation
Still I find salvation
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Sexual predator across your street? Look!
I wanted to share something with my readers, a wonderful tool I discovered thanks to a talk show. If you wish to do something, to make a difference in someone's lives, then I strongly suggest you check this information I am about to display.
I think all can agree with Krampus that one of the darkest, most disgusting kinds of evil that exists among us are sexual predators. Rapists, pedophiles, people preying on the weak, the innocent, those with little chance to fight back. At least not fighting back without training in where to hit one's opponent, going near the areas in groups, relying on one another. But I digress. This is about giving those of you a tool be more vigilant, to report to the authorities and to make others aware about these predators.
Family Watchdog is a site that maps registered sex offenders, listing their names, addresses, convictions and other vital information to better inform you of those around you. I myself have used this tool, and doing so, informed both an elementary school and even the regional school board about sexual predators involved with minors withing 1000 feet of their locations. Many of the organizations were using such sites and information before, but at least this Krampus did a good deed by bringing it to the attention of others. They appreciated my information and informing them of these trespassers.
http://www.familywatchdog.us/
http://www.familywatchdog.us/
Here's a fun idea. Type in the address of your home, school near your area, workplace, or let's make it fun, your local church! Go ahead. Click the colored squares to see the perpetrators closest to your area, who they are, what they look like and why they're there. Now that you have this information, what will you do with it? Will you tell your neighbors? Will you inform local areas ripe with children how close these predators are to them? Will you move? How will you act on this information? You can't un-see it once viewed. What you do with that information is up to you. Don't depend on someone else to have taken action or warned others if you're aware of the danger. Could you really live with yourselves believing that someone else warned people about these monsters, but no one ever had? And no, I'm NOT promoting vigilantism, I'm promoting civil awareness and actions within the law, not going to their houses and throwing a barbecue with their flesh or trimming the weed between their legs with garden shears. I admit, it would be fun. But NOT LEGAL. Here's to making 2010 a slightly better year with this knowledge.
I think all can agree with Krampus that one of the darkest, most disgusting kinds of evil that exists among us are sexual predators. Rapists, pedophiles, people preying on the weak, the innocent, those with little chance to fight back. At least not fighting back without training in where to hit one's opponent, going near the areas in groups, relying on one another. But I digress. This is about giving those of you a tool be more vigilant, to report to the authorities and to make others aware about these predators.
Family Watchdog is a site that maps registered sex offenders, listing their names, addresses, convictions and other vital information to better inform you of those around you. I myself have used this tool, and doing so, informed both an elementary school and even the regional school board about sexual predators involved with minors withing 1000 feet of their locations. Many of the organizations were using such sites and information before, but at least this Krampus did a good deed by bringing it to the attention of others. They appreciated my information and informing them of these trespassers.
http://www.familywatchdog.us/
http://www.familywatchdog.us/
Here's a fun idea. Type in the address of your home, school near your area, workplace, or let's make it fun, your local church! Go ahead. Click the colored squares to see the perpetrators closest to your area, who they are, what they look like and why they're there. Now that you have this information, what will you do with it? Will you tell your neighbors? Will you inform local areas ripe with children how close these predators are to them? Will you move? How will you act on this information? You can't un-see it once viewed. What you do with that information is up to you. Don't depend on someone else to have taken action or warned others if you're aware of the danger. Could you really live with yourselves believing that someone else warned people about these monsters, but no one ever had? And no, I'm NOT promoting vigilantism, I'm promoting civil awareness and actions within the law, not going to their houses and throwing a barbecue with their flesh or trimming the weed between their legs with garden shears. I admit, it would be fun. But NOT LEGAL. Here's to making 2010 a slightly better year with this knowledge.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
A Krampus Karol
Ahh, another year's holiday season is upon us, last minute sales, holiday movies and Saturday will swarm shopping centers for rampant returns and spending Christmas cash given by relatives and friends. Of course there's more to it than that, there's spending time with friends and family, hoping for togetherness, trying to put aside differences and for just a few days out of the year, coming together in a time of fellowship, love, hope and belief in miracles.
Nahh, fuck that. I've got catching up to do on the Naughty list.
Well, all in due time. A lot's happened this year, ups and downs for ol' Krampus. I've made some new friends, have the opportunity to perform weekly on a show, sometimes serious, sometimes batshit insane, but fun. Prospects look up for 2010. In this, Krampus is blessed. 'Twould not be right if I didn't take the time to thank those that enjoy what I do, and give a nod to those not on the receiving end of my wrath. For those, I wish you Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Merry Kwanzaa, Merry Solstice and Yule, and just for the hell of it, a distinguished Ramadan. And as The Potentate of ROACH said, a Merry Krampus Nights to all creatures, great, small and fictitious.
Good. Now that I've gotten the sugar out of my system, time to...fuck! Not out yet!
Out of me, damned mercy!
There we go. What? I couldn't find a video of one being thrown into a wood chipper. Now where was I? Ahh yes. Now, some of you have been awaiting this blog after following it for some time. I always prefer to site targets in my crosshairs around this time of year, it helps to purge the frustrations and anger one feels around the holidays in order to grant a sense of balance to it. Many feel this time of year has become too commercialized, putting on airs to people that deserve no gifts, people being rewarded for being assholes simply because it's become socially accepted. Well, this is wrong. Krampus predates such pathetic blanketing of those that deserve to be reminded why virtue is good, and getting away with acting like spoiled, desensitized shits with no consequences to their actions being apparent. If Paris Hilton had her ass birched along with many spoiled children from Laguna Beach of the Jersey shore long ago, they more than likely wouldn't be doing the stupid acts they are today. Bad behavior has a reason for being frowned upon in the balance of things.
It's when things go topsy turvy with people claiming to be heroes acting like villains, and people calling themselves villains supposedly acting as watchdogs while being little more than gossip mongering assholes and hecklers that someone needs to filter out the insanity. Good guys acting like bad guys, bad guys supposedly being the good ones? I mean, I get the intention. Without even realizing it, they're borrowing from Krampus. Calling out the wicked, refusing to spare the vocal rod, it's an adorable testament. Misguided at times, but I appreciate the compliment. Of course, ultimately I don't believe they're all doing it right. In attempting to rally their strength and numbers, some gather under banners and groups. Nothing wrong with this at all. Some gather as a group to do as a united voice what one cannot accomplish singly. Others gather in groups because it's easier to muster scraps of courage by going along with the crowd. Yet others gather in groups because of something they share, something that singles them out and makes them different from the rest of the crowd. This force unites them, forging friendships and camaraderie. Brotherhoods can be good or bad depending on how they are used and how their ultimate goals are achieved.
One of the most....hmm, how can I describe this one...spirited? No. Spiteful? MMmmm, at times, but it's not the most accurate description. Ummm...stupid? Well, kinda. But it's still not the right word. Unique? No dammit, there's plenty like them out there. Fucked? No, too simplistic. Misguided? Getting there. Craptacular? No, that's too positive. Interesting? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA fuck no! Scroogish? Getting there, but not appropriate. Confrontational? I think we're almost there. Shiggerish? Yeah, but I don't want to waste good material. Controversial? Hmm, they have been. Fuck, this is harder than I thought! I should have laid off the egg nog spiked with Kramsinthe. I knew I should have written this out before today, then posted it. I need to give this topic the respect it deserves.
Oh wait, *snort* I am. It's all good.
One group I discovered this year and have had numerous heated verbal exchanges with for several months is ROACH, you can look up the link to the site yourselves. Many an exchange has gone on between myself, associates with the site, not even full members, but those that hover there like so many flies around the eyes of an Ethiopian in the USA for Africa promos. I suppose the insect analogy is correct enough given the group's name. But one of the most vocal sparring partners I've had from ROACH has to have been The White Skull. Oh, we've had some heated exchanges! Terrorism, racism, graphics mastery, vocal mimicry, perceived patterns, fears of actions going too far, the blogs were slices of venom and perceptions. The man was the most vocal advocate to the organization and initial cause ROACH claims it stands for next to The Potentate, creator of the organization. Aww hell, I'll say it. There were times he was more vocal and active than its originator. He had to remind people that he didn't control ROACH due to the fact that he was so active in its promotion. Given the venom spewed not only in my own direction but against friends that I am fiercely territorial in defending, I am hesitant to give the man praise. But if it weren't for his appearance on Creature Feature, I would never have been introduced to Executrix, a true friend that I consider myself fortunate to have in my life. It also springboarded me into a media that I am pleased to participate in week after week. For this, I thank you.
Last month, our last meeting of the wills came head to head, and due to reasons that are profoundly personal and involve another, he decided that he was finished with the venom, then being wound up like a gatling cannon ready to fire off against others. He no longer wished to follow the rhetoric of ROACH, wanting nothing to do with its promotion or path it was on. He decided to find another path to stay true to the heart of his convictions, while simultaneously attempting to find peace within himself. In this, I wish the man success on his journey. Merry Christmas, you bleach-domed skullfucker.
Oh wait...do you hear that? I hear someone talking shit! It sounds like an air of superiority falsely justified. Is someone yelling things like 'I KNEW it' or 'he let it slip', or even 'this was the big news? How predictable.' or some shit that sounds more like Shig-Latin to me. Hey dipshits! *snap snap* Over here! Are you still reading? Can you see this? Oi! My point isn't over! I haven't made it yet! This is only a part of my tapestry, I found it fitting to wait until Christmas to unveil it.
This isn't about The White Skull. This is about The Potentate and ROACH. Therefore, it concerns everyone associated with them. Keep reading.
While I owe the man nothing, The White Skull had a parting request. He wished that I would not be the one to break the news to the community about his final parting, but that The Potentate be the one that he has removed himself and resigned his membership from ROACH. I told him I could grant a modicum of leniency in this. He made many contacts with ROACH, he had promoted it well. Surely The Potentate could grant the last request from his most vocal lieutenant.
So, I waited. And waited. And waited. And waited some more. I did not swear an oath I would not be the first to reveal this, but I have only so much magnanimosity to give considering the past I've had with WS and ROACH. Krampus Nights was approaching, I'll be damned if I was going to omit a group that caught my eye and a place on the Naughty list. This request was asked the second week of November. It was nearly a month when I tried to nudge The Potentate with a hint. I even wrote to WS, telling him that if he truly wishes his request to be carried out, perhaps he should ask The Potentate again. Today marks a month and a half. A month and a half has gone by, and the only response I received? A Merry Krampus post. Thank you for promoting me, I've certainly done my share of endorsement, or stirring up controversy on your page. But when asked to remove The White Skull from the membership profile on your site and to announce the news to his fellow RLSV, what was the response?
Nothing.
For all the months of helping promote the site, what was the parting gift? Silence. No alteration to his site's roster. I understand he has a newborn to look after as well as other responsibilities, but I also happen to know for a fact that another member in the last month and a half requested to resign their place in the roster and member profiles. And to this member? Nothing. Two people requesting to sever their ties from his organization, and no action taken. No apparent respect, no thanks for all the member did for the site's promotion, no honoring final requests. Nothing. No camaraderie, no timely editing of a few lines of code. No announcement from an ally, instead ignoring the prodding and subtle suggestion of an opponent. The Potentate would rather let me release the cat from the bag than give even the slightest hint of fulfilling a final statement. Two members that want NOTHING more to do with the site by association, still lingering on like faded posters of missing persons. Posted, left standing, ignored. Oh, if you want the identity of the other individual of whom I speak, I suggest you ask your fellow members of ROACH currently listed on the profile roster for yourselves. Think of it as a gift hunt. But I assure you, I speak the truth.
You see, this eludes to the ultimate point of my post. To those of you that pledge yourselves to The Potentate's group, one listed on his resume' online I might add, look at the nature of it. Certainly it pleases him to have others buy his t-shirts, to be active on his forums, to stand under his banner. Well, perhaps more like a canopy. With his participation becoming less and less, relying more on the energies spent by other members to maintain a modicum of momentum, one would simply chalk his inactivity up to prior engagements in the real world. I know I would. But with the silence spent in regards to the request of The White Skull to speak on his behalf, instead giving a nod to a holiday with my name upon it, this paints a more subtly disturbing mental picture. The Potentate will speak in his defense if mistakes are made, his participation retreating as of late. But in the name of those who frequent his own site, help make it all that it is in your participation? 'Twould appear that much like Kanye West's assessment about George W. Bush's thoughts on black people, it seems in my opinion that The Potentate of ROACH doesn't care about its own members.
Which begs the question: where are your allegiances? Where are your loyalties? Do you all come together for a common target, nothing more? Are there no friendships, no camaraderie between like minded people brought together out of mutual interest and location online? Are there any members you've corresponded with time and again that would stand by you in your actions? Not to join in as a mob mentality, but someone to have your back as it were, and you theirs? Put the facades aside, where do any of you stand in regards to your fellow associates that frequent the site, full fledged member or no? Are you all coming together for more than a shouting contest? Are you fulfilled, or cleansed once you vent your perceptions? Is there anything more than hatred and calling out someone just because you pick them as targets? Do you honestly expect anything of depth to come from The Potentate when you participate on his site, or on your own blogs and activities?
I for one think these are valid questions. Just as Dickens' works called to Scrooge for retrospection, allow this to let you search within yourselves, and between yourselves. What is the point to the site if there's no cohesion, no sign that if you do well to promote it, that any attention will be paid to you, not even a thank you for your work? Is there any reason to keep coming back? If you truly get something out of it, if you find a truth and purpose, if you truly are attempting to call out the villains in heroes' costumes, then keep to your focus. But if all you're doing is to come together at a central location that doesn't give a damn about you except for self promotion, then do you mind coming to the cyber equivalent of a storefront? A pizza parlor with a cd jukebox, a shopping center, a mini-mall? It seems more like a place to loiter, a locale that uses the traffic as advertisement space without running you off if you've overstayed your welcome. Apathy has its place when you are faced with an opponent. You wish to inflict your will upon another, trying not to feel the pain you inflict. As long as you feel nothing, you can do what you wish to your target. But when someone supposedly on your own side shows you that same apathy, where do you stand? Are you organized? Are you united in cause? Or are you part of a mob, moving with momentum even possibly against your own desires? What do you do when it becomes evident that someone with whom your frequently speak doesn't care about you as long as it's not hurting his or her bottom line? When the realization hits, do you feel like you've been used? Do you feel indifferent to that same location and person running the store?
The Potentate would rather wish me a Merry Krampus, eluding to the possibility that I might even be joining ROACH because I speak about his site on occasion, instead of doing a final favor for someone that has done so much for the site's cause, yet now wants nothing more to do with it. No spin, no addressing the absence. No calling to celebrate or commemorate that person's contributions. Nothing. For the promotion to all that is Krampus, I extend my thanks. But as for why this final request was not answered, you'll have to ask The Potentate as to why. I was patient long enough to someone I owe no allegiance to. And I seemed to have more complimentary words to say in parting to my debate opponent than the person he was speaking for on his behalf?
For those of you now becoming aware of this news, perhaps you now see a power vacuum on the forum and wish to fill it. Perhaps you'll use the forum to further your own agenda rather than the banner of the group. If you can answer the question to yourselves if it's even worth the bother anymore, here is the most unlikely thing I would ever conceive to utter this year. The White Skull was opinionated, bull-headed, yet artistic and whether by pain or purpose, driven. If you want to try filling his boots, you may bring your own skills to the table, you may be a master of the English language, you may be able to edit videos and photos, you may be able to write code like a master programmer. But you're NOT The White Skull. And you NEVER WILL BE.
Is it all worth it? The memberships, I mean. Time will tell. Until then, I will retire for now, surely to be summoned back by the bellowing of responses to this post. As much as it is worth, I have kept to my statement, giving The Potentate time to respond until Christmas Eve. It is now past that here, and I will away to pursue others on the Naughty list, watching Santa's back as he flies over military installations, survivalist militia compounds and gang territory. Until then, may your holidays be as happy as you deserve them to be, If you want a holiday miracle so badly, try getting off your asses and meeting it halfway this Christmas. Keep yourselves safe. And know whether or not your cause, and the banner under which you rally, are worth fighting for.
Krampus
Nahh, fuck that. I've got catching up to do on the Naughty list.
Well, all in due time. A lot's happened this year, ups and downs for ol' Krampus. I've made some new friends, have the opportunity to perform weekly on a show, sometimes serious, sometimes batshit insane, but fun. Prospects look up for 2010. In this, Krampus is blessed. 'Twould not be right if I didn't take the time to thank those that enjoy what I do, and give a nod to those not on the receiving end of my wrath. For those, I wish you Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Merry Kwanzaa, Merry Solstice and Yule, and just for the hell of it, a distinguished Ramadan. And as The Potentate of ROACH said, a Merry Krampus Nights to all creatures, great, small and fictitious.
Good. Now that I've gotten the sugar out of my system, time to...fuck! Not out yet!
Out of me, damned mercy!
There we go. What? I couldn't find a video of one being thrown into a wood chipper. Now where was I? Ahh yes. Now, some of you have been awaiting this blog after following it for some time. I always prefer to site targets in my crosshairs around this time of year, it helps to purge the frustrations and anger one feels around the holidays in order to grant a sense of balance to it. Many feel this time of year has become too commercialized, putting on airs to people that deserve no gifts, people being rewarded for being assholes simply because it's become socially accepted. Well, this is wrong. Krampus predates such pathetic blanketing of those that deserve to be reminded why virtue is good, and getting away with acting like spoiled, desensitized shits with no consequences to their actions being apparent. If Paris Hilton had her ass birched along with many spoiled children from Laguna Beach of the Jersey shore long ago, they more than likely wouldn't be doing the stupid acts they are today. Bad behavior has a reason for being frowned upon in the balance of things.
It's when things go topsy turvy with people claiming to be heroes acting like villains, and people calling themselves villains supposedly acting as watchdogs while being little more than gossip mongering assholes and hecklers that someone needs to filter out the insanity. Good guys acting like bad guys, bad guys supposedly being the good ones? I mean, I get the intention. Without even realizing it, they're borrowing from Krampus. Calling out the wicked, refusing to spare the vocal rod, it's an adorable testament. Misguided at times, but I appreciate the compliment. Of course, ultimately I don't believe they're all doing it right. In attempting to rally their strength and numbers, some gather under banners and groups. Nothing wrong with this at all. Some gather as a group to do as a united voice what one cannot accomplish singly. Others gather in groups because it's easier to muster scraps of courage by going along with the crowd. Yet others gather in groups because of something they share, something that singles them out and makes them different from the rest of the crowd. This force unites them, forging friendships and camaraderie. Brotherhoods can be good or bad depending on how they are used and how their ultimate goals are achieved.
One of the most....hmm, how can I describe this one...spirited? No. Spiteful? MMmmm, at times, but it's not the most accurate description. Ummm...stupid? Well, kinda. But it's still not the right word. Unique? No dammit, there's plenty like them out there. Fucked? No, too simplistic. Misguided? Getting there. Craptacular? No, that's too positive. Interesting? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA fuck no! Scroogish? Getting there, but not appropriate. Confrontational? I think we're almost there. Shiggerish? Yeah, but I don't want to waste good material. Controversial? Hmm, they have been. Fuck, this is harder than I thought! I should have laid off the egg nog spiked with Kramsinthe. I knew I should have written this out before today, then posted it. I need to give this topic the respect it deserves.
Oh wait, *snort* I am. It's all good.
One group I discovered this year and have had numerous heated verbal exchanges with for several months is ROACH, you can look up the link to the site yourselves. Many an exchange has gone on between myself, associates with the site, not even full members, but those that hover there like so many flies around the eyes of an Ethiopian in the USA for Africa promos. I suppose the insect analogy is correct enough given the group's name. But one of the most vocal sparring partners I've had from ROACH has to have been The White Skull. Oh, we've had some heated exchanges! Terrorism, racism, graphics mastery, vocal mimicry, perceived patterns, fears of actions going too far, the blogs were slices of venom and perceptions. The man was the most vocal advocate to the organization and initial cause ROACH claims it stands for next to The Potentate, creator of the organization. Aww hell, I'll say it. There were times he was more vocal and active than its originator. He had to remind people that he didn't control ROACH due to the fact that he was so active in its promotion. Given the venom spewed not only in my own direction but against friends that I am fiercely territorial in defending, I am hesitant to give the man praise. But if it weren't for his appearance on Creature Feature, I would never have been introduced to Executrix, a true friend that I consider myself fortunate to have in my life. It also springboarded me into a media that I am pleased to participate in week after week. For this, I thank you.
Last month, our last meeting of the wills came head to head, and due to reasons that are profoundly personal and involve another, he decided that he was finished with the venom, then being wound up like a gatling cannon ready to fire off against others. He no longer wished to follow the rhetoric of ROACH, wanting nothing to do with its promotion or path it was on. He decided to find another path to stay true to the heart of his convictions, while simultaneously attempting to find peace within himself. In this, I wish the man success on his journey. Merry Christmas, you bleach-domed skullfucker.
Oh wait...do you hear that? I hear someone talking shit! It sounds like an air of superiority falsely justified. Is someone yelling things like 'I KNEW it' or 'he let it slip', or even 'this was the big news? How predictable.' or some shit that sounds more like Shig-Latin to me. Hey dipshits! *snap snap* Over here! Are you still reading? Can you see this? Oi! My point isn't over! I haven't made it yet! This is only a part of my tapestry, I found it fitting to wait until Christmas to unveil it.
This isn't about The White Skull. This is about The Potentate and ROACH. Therefore, it concerns everyone associated with them. Keep reading.
While I owe the man nothing, The White Skull had a parting request. He wished that I would not be the one to break the news to the community about his final parting, but that The Potentate be the one that he has removed himself and resigned his membership from ROACH. I told him I could grant a modicum of leniency in this. He made many contacts with ROACH, he had promoted it well. Surely The Potentate could grant the last request from his most vocal lieutenant.
So, I waited. And waited. And waited. And waited some more. I did not swear an oath I would not be the first to reveal this, but I have only so much magnanimosity to give considering the past I've had with WS and ROACH. Krampus Nights was approaching, I'll be damned if I was going to omit a group that caught my eye and a place on the Naughty list. This request was asked the second week of November. It was nearly a month when I tried to nudge The Potentate with a hint. I even wrote to WS, telling him that if he truly wishes his request to be carried out, perhaps he should ask The Potentate again. Today marks a month and a half. A month and a half has gone by, and the only response I received? A Merry Krampus post. Thank you for promoting me, I've certainly done my share of endorsement, or stirring up controversy on your page. But when asked to remove The White Skull from the membership profile on your site and to announce the news to his fellow RLSV, what was the response?
Nothing.
For all the months of helping promote the site, what was the parting gift? Silence. No alteration to his site's roster. I understand he has a newborn to look after as well as other responsibilities, but I also happen to know for a fact that another member in the last month and a half requested to resign their place in the roster and member profiles. And to this member? Nothing. Two people requesting to sever their ties from his organization, and no action taken. No apparent respect, no thanks for all the member did for the site's promotion, no honoring final requests. Nothing. No camaraderie, no timely editing of a few lines of code. No announcement from an ally, instead ignoring the prodding and subtle suggestion of an opponent. The Potentate would rather let me release the cat from the bag than give even the slightest hint of fulfilling a final statement. Two members that want NOTHING more to do with the site by association, still lingering on like faded posters of missing persons. Posted, left standing, ignored. Oh, if you want the identity of the other individual of whom I speak, I suggest you ask your fellow members of ROACH currently listed on the profile roster for yourselves. Think of it as a gift hunt. But I assure you, I speak the truth.
You see, this eludes to the ultimate point of my post. To those of you that pledge yourselves to The Potentate's group, one listed on his resume' online I might add, look at the nature of it. Certainly it pleases him to have others buy his t-shirts, to be active on his forums, to stand under his banner. Well, perhaps more like a canopy. With his participation becoming less and less, relying more on the energies spent by other members to maintain a modicum of momentum, one would simply chalk his inactivity up to prior engagements in the real world. I know I would. But with the silence spent in regards to the request of The White Skull to speak on his behalf, instead giving a nod to a holiday with my name upon it, this paints a more subtly disturbing mental picture. The Potentate will speak in his defense if mistakes are made, his participation retreating as of late. But in the name of those who frequent his own site, help make it all that it is in your participation? 'Twould appear that much like Kanye West's assessment about George W. Bush's thoughts on black people, it seems in my opinion that The Potentate of ROACH doesn't care about its own members.
Which begs the question: where are your allegiances? Where are your loyalties? Do you all come together for a common target, nothing more? Are there no friendships, no camaraderie between like minded people brought together out of mutual interest and location online? Are there any members you've corresponded with time and again that would stand by you in your actions? Not to join in as a mob mentality, but someone to have your back as it were, and you theirs? Put the facades aside, where do any of you stand in regards to your fellow associates that frequent the site, full fledged member or no? Are you all coming together for more than a shouting contest? Are you fulfilled, or cleansed once you vent your perceptions? Is there anything more than hatred and calling out someone just because you pick them as targets? Do you honestly expect anything of depth to come from The Potentate when you participate on his site, or on your own blogs and activities?
I for one think these are valid questions. Just as Dickens' works called to Scrooge for retrospection, allow this to let you search within yourselves, and between yourselves. What is the point to the site if there's no cohesion, no sign that if you do well to promote it, that any attention will be paid to you, not even a thank you for your work? Is there any reason to keep coming back? If you truly get something out of it, if you find a truth and purpose, if you truly are attempting to call out the villains in heroes' costumes, then keep to your focus. But if all you're doing is to come together at a central location that doesn't give a damn about you except for self promotion, then do you mind coming to the cyber equivalent of a storefront? A pizza parlor with a cd jukebox, a shopping center, a mini-mall? It seems more like a place to loiter, a locale that uses the traffic as advertisement space without running you off if you've overstayed your welcome. Apathy has its place when you are faced with an opponent. You wish to inflict your will upon another, trying not to feel the pain you inflict. As long as you feel nothing, you can do what you wish to your target. But when someone supposedly on your own side shows you that same apathy, where do you stand? Are you organized? Are you united in cause? Or are you part of a mob, moving with momentum even possibly against your own desires? What do you do when it becomes evident that someone with whom your frequently speak doesn't care about you as long as it's not hurting his or her bottom line? When the realization hits, do you feel like you've been used? Do you feel indifferent to that same location and person running the store?
The Potentate would rather wish me a Merry Krampus, eluding to the possibility that I might even be joining ROACH because I speak about his site on occasion, instead of doing a final favor for someone that has done so much for the site's cause, yet now wants nothing more to do with it. No spin, no addressing the absence. No calling to celebrate or commemorate that person's contributions. Nothing. For the promotion to all that is Krampus, I extend my thanks. But as for why this final request was not answered, you'll have to ask The Potentate as to why. I was patient long enough to someone I owe no allegiance to. And I seemed to have more complimentary words to say in parting to my debate opponent than the person he was speaking for on his behalf?
For those of you now becoming aware of this news, perhaps you now see a power vacuum on the forum and wish to fill it. Perhaps you'll use the forum to further your own agenda rather than the banner of the group. If you can answer the question to yourselves if it's even worth the bother anymore, here is the most unlikely thing I would ever conceive to utter this year. The White Skull was opinionated, bull-headed, yet artistic and whether by pain or purpose, driven. If you want to try filling his boots, you may bring your own skills to the table, you may be a master of the English language, you may be able to edit videos and photos, you may be able to write code like a master programmer. But you're NOT The White Skull. And you NEVER WILL BE.
Is it all worth it? The memberships, I mean. Time will tell. Until then, I will retire for now, surely to be summoned back by the bellowing of responses to this post. As much as it is worth, I have kept to my statement, giving The Potentate time to respond until Christmas Eve. It is now past that here, and I will away to pursue others on the Naughty list, watching Santa's back as he flies over military installations, survivalist militia compounds and gang territory. Until then, may your holidays be as happy as you deserve them to be, If you want a holiday miracle so badly, try getting off your asses and meeting it halfway this Christmas. Keep yourselves safe. And know whether or not your cause, and the banner under which you rally, are worth fighting for.
Krampus
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Trying to keep a good shigger down
This has to be one of the most bizarre things I've ever witnessed while being a part of it. Some time ago, I tried to give a new word to define those in the superhero and supervillain communities acting ignorantly, negatively, and in a derogatory manner. My intention was and is NOT based on sex, skin color, ethnicity, sexual orientation religious beliefs or lack thereof or ancestry. There are far too many reasons to call someone out and expose their stupidity than resorting to the cheap, the easily imaginable epithets of yore. So I believed I was pulling a term out of the aether. Thus was born my definition of shigger.
Understandably I've had detractors. But in discovering that the word has been used as such a term in the past, I have tried to help eliminate the word from that origin, meaning that anyone in a costume regardless of genetic, religious or sexual reasons could be seen as stupid and called on it. I've even taken the same source as one detractor's pathetic attempt to rile me and call ME a bigot by putting my own definition into the Urban Dictionary. That's mine on number three.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=shigger
The most absurd action that I see is that someone has gone to that site, and continues to do so each and every day, giving a thumbs UP to the racially charged definitions, and a thumbs DOWN on the one that I proposed! Overwhelmingly so, in fact. At first, I thought it was the detractors in the superhero or supervillain community that wishes to be the salt in my wounds. A hilarious thought actually, given that it will take FAR more than such pathetic attempts as these to actually affect me. And besides, if it were these reprobates, then they would be damning me out of accusations as a racist, while being racist themselves. But I'm going to go out on a limb, and try to give them the benefit of the doubt on this. After all, anyone who would APPROVE of continued allowance of the racist term of shigger is truly prejudiced, and that doesn't seem to be my critics' style. Of course, if it WERE revealed to be them, then these beings would be seen as the worst hypocrites of all, wouldn't they?
No my friends, 'twould seem that someone is specifically trying to increase ignorance, and challenging my attempt to remove the venom from the word shigger. If it is someone on the superhero/supervillain community, then this would indicate a disturbing, and truly prejudicial mind. Now THAT'S dangerous. And I believe that whosoever these beings are should be found, else who knows what actions they will take under the guise of a costume?
I also hear the cacophony of accusations now. But Krampus, how do we know that it isn't YOU racking up the thumbs down yourself, and calling attention to it? Simple. Because the thumbs down is something that, from the beginning, I've been trying to put an end to. My definition is based on the actions under an alter ego, not anything else. I didn't know the word had another meaning because I am NOT racist, therefore I never heard of it before. And it isn't just giving a thumbs DOWN on my definition, but the thumbs UP on the racist slurs that caught my eye. Anyone simply disagreeing with my version would disapprove of both my version and the prejudicial versions simultaneously. That isn't the case. Someone is specifically rallying for their belief that the word shigger is a racist one, not based on the costumes you wear. And I know this is going to come off as confusing, but I find this hilarious!
Hear me out, fuckers. There's a point to be made.
You see, I find it hilarious that those that seem to fight so hard, so doggedly for their views to be heard are the roars of the dinosaurs. The dinosaurs of the past, people wearing their own costumes of gang colors, stereotypes, white robes with dunce caps and uniforms with swastikas upon them. These are the people that act brave simply because they are with other numbers that think like themselves, right or wrong. Their only perceived strength is in numbers, and believing that since it's always been that way, they should have the right to the words that piss people off because of the past, not the future. They're frightened little boys and girls afraid they can't adapt to a changing world, thinking that the only way to live are steps backward to a time where greater numbers against minorities gave them license to act on their thoughts without reprisal. All actions have consequences, immediately apparent or not. What strikes me as hilarious is how hard a few bigots that can actually power on a computer and make their way to the Urban Dictionary of all places are raging against the dying of the light of their burning crosses and books under their topsy turvy symbols taken from Buddhist and countless other beliefs of peaceful cultures, twisted into a symbol of hate and death. The swastika has an interesting history, one that had nothing to do with racial supremacy. But someone took it, used it as they saw fit and spread belief in the superiority of one's skin tone and geographical origins. Oh, and their religion, let's not forget that.
Klansmen. Nazis. Gangs wearing colors. Or those that aspire to be. I see those that rage against those different from themselves while wearing their own outfits of aspiring supervillainy. Robes of cotton and silk, dress codes of a supposed master race's military uniform. Wannabe vigilantes and hopeful supersoldiers. Clowns in costumes. While they verbally attack niggers, they're acting like shiggers. And the irony makes me laugh, seeing the haters for what they are. Walking jokes. Bad jokes, Old jokes. And they can't even see that they're jokes anymore. They can't even see why they're not being taken seriously. It'd be funnier it it weren't so pathetic. Fuck it, I'll laugh at them anyway!
In any case, check the link above, please vote thumbs DOWN on the racist versions of shigger, and thumbs UP on mine. Anyone can take off a costume, it's the closed minded bastards that remain after the outfit is off that's the real villain. You don't have to agree with me or my approach. But if you agree that racist assholes are wrong, then at least vote thumbs DOWN on their attempts!
Understandably I've had detractors. But in discovering that the word has been used as such a term in the past, I have tried to help eliminate the word from that origin, meaning that anyone in a costume regardless of genetic, religious or sexual reasons could be seen as stupid and called on it. I've even taken the same source as one detractor's pathetic attempt to rile me and call ME a bigot by putting my own definition into the Urban Dictionary. That's mine on number three.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=shigger
The most absurd action that I see is that someone has gone to that site, and continues to do so each and every day, giving a thumbs UP to the racially charged definitions, and a thumbs DOWN on the one that I proposed! Overwhelmingly so, in fact. At first, I thought it was the detractors in the superhero or supervillain community that wishes to be the salt in my wounds. A hilarious thought actually, given that it will take FAR more than such pathetic attempts as these to actually affect me. And besides, if it were these reprobates, then they would be damning me out of accusations as a racist, while being racist themselves. But I'm going to go out on a limb, and try to give them the benefit of the doubt on this. After all, anyone who would APPROVE of continued allowance of the racist term of shigger is truly prejudiced, and that doesn't seem to be my critics' style. Of course, if it WERE revealed to be them, then these beings would be seen as the worst hypocrites of all, wouldn't they?
No my friends, 'twould seem that someone is specifically trying to increase ignorance, and challenging my attempt to remove the venom from the word shigger. If it is someone on the superhero/supervillain community, then this would indicate a disturbing, and truly prejudicial mind. Now THAT'S dangerous. And I believe that whosoever these beings are should be found, else who knows what actions they will take under the guise of a costume?
I also hear the cacophony of accusations now. But Krampus, how do we know that it isn't YOU racking up the thumbs down yourself, and calling attention to it? Simple. Because the thumbs down is something that, from the beginning, I've been trying to put an end to. My definition is based on the actions under an alter ego, not anything else. I didn't know the word had another meaning because I am NOT racist, therefore I never heard of it before. And it isn't just giving a thumbs DOWN on my definition, but the thumbs UP on the racist slurs that caught my eye. Anyone simply disagreeing with my version would disapprove of both my version and the prejudicial versions simultaneously. That isn't the case. Someone is specifically rallying for their belief that the word shigger is a racist one, not based on the costumes you wear. And I know this is going to come off as confusing, but I find this hilarious!
Hear me out, fuckers. There's a point to be made.
You see, I find it hilarious that those that seem to fight so hard, so doggedly for their views to be heard are the roars of the dinosaurs. The dinosaurs of the past, people wearing their own costumes of gang colors, stereotypes, white robes with dunce caps and uniforms with swastikas upon them. These are the people that act brave simply because they are with other numbers that think like themselves, right or wrong. Their only perceived strength is in numbers, and believing that since it's always been that way, they should have the right to the words that piss people off because of the past, not the future. They're frightened little boys and girls afraid they can't adapt to a changing world, thinking that the only way to live are steps backward to a time where greater numbers against minorities gave them license to act on their thoughts without reprisal. All actions have consequences, immediately apparent or not. What strikes me as hilarious is how hard a few bigots that can actually power on a computer and make their way to the Urban Dictionary of all places are raging against the dying of the light of their burning crosses and books under their topsy turvy symbols taken from Buddhist and countless other beliefs of peaceful cultures, twisted into a symbol of hate and death. The swastika has an interesting history, one that had nothing to do with racial supremacy. But someone took it, used it as they saw fit and spread belief in the superiority of one's skin tone and geographical origins. Oh, and their religion, let's not forget that.
Klansmen. Nazis. Gangs wearing colors. Or those that aspire to be. I see those that rage against those different from themselves while wearing their own outfits of aspiring supervillainy. Robes of cotton and silk, dress codes of a supposed master race's military uniform. Wannabe vigilantes and hopeful supersoldiers. Clowns in costumes. While they verbally attack niggers, they're acting like shiggers. And the irony makes me laugh, seeing the haters for what they are. Walking jokes. Bad jokes, Old jokes. And they can't even see that they're jokes anymore. They can't even see why they're not being taken seriously. It'd be funnier it it weren't so pathetic. Fuck it, I'll laugh at them anyway!
In any case, check the link above, please vote thumbs DOWN on the racist versions of shigger, and thumbs UP on mine. Anyone can take off a costume, it's the closed minded bastards that remain after the outfit is off that's the real villain. You don't have to agree with me or my approach. But if you agree that racist assholes are wrong, then at least vote thumbs DOWN on their attempts!
Did fucking ROACH send you!?
It has come to the attention of Executrix and myself that for two weeks in a row, Creature Feature has been the featured show on the front page of Blog Talk Radio! To all of you listening and helping to make the show the insanity based guilty pleasure that it is, I wish to say thank you all very much! Please keep listening and hopefully I will do my damnedest to do my part in keeping it entertaining and occasionally educational. I know for a fact Executrix will do the same.
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Sunday, December 20, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Did Diddy do it? Or didn't Diddy?
There's been a great deal of uproar of egos and celebrities as of late. Completely understandable, some of these people that others are willing to spend extraordinary amounts of money on to emulate have what many measure in success. Wealth, fame, celebrity, connections to the most powerful and influential individuals on the planet. They aren't like most people scraping by, they are the top one percent, controlling most wealth and influence. It isn't until something happens that shatters that illusion that makes some wonder about how out of touch some people are. Many pick on Kanye West, and rightfully so. The man opens his Hennessey hole and embarrasses himself and others. But what if there were someone controlling all aspects around him with the mind of a mogul, and connections of both a mobster and crooked politician?
Years ago, I took pride in looking into conspiracy theories, trying to unravel Gordian knots(read your history of Alexander if you don't get the reference, or at least the Watchmen graphic novel if it doesn't hurt your head to read the small print in 'Under the Hood') with both calculation, and hard speculation. That's all it is, of course. Speculation. Without proof, all one has is opinion, allegations, and one must be cautious of wording or be attacked for libel or slander. Goodness knows I had a wake up call with that topic earlier this year. One must be careful in their wordsmithing. Else lawsuits or threats will come to you. The greatest of these threats are of course delivered by people with power, influence, all of the above I mentioned at the beginning of this post. So let's forget about Mr. West for a moment and let him come out of the closet as a gay fish for the remainder. Instead, let us focus on someone that may have pulled off the greatest coup and publicized murder of the twentieth century.
Sean Combs, Puff Daddy, Puffy, P Diddy, Diddy, Sean John, the man has more names than the evolutions of a Pokemon. With his various ventures, his value is in the hundreds of millions. His best friend, Christopher Wallace AKA Notorious BIG or Biggie Smalls, a celebrated rapper cut down in the midst of the East coast West coast fueds. Everyone has heard by now about the death of Tupac Shakur, and Biggie's death being caused in retaliation. No one to this day is sure about the identities of the assassins, but fingers pointed back at Wallace and his crew. Strangely enough, I've never heard much in the way of revealed information about the potential involvement of the fresh and clean producer's whereabouts or potential involvement.
Then I did some digging. In 2003 according to The Wire, Kirk Burrowes, ex-president of Bad Boy Entertainment, is making explosive claims in new court papers which implicate Sean 'P Diddy' Combs in the 1995 murder of Suge Knight's bodyguard and accuse his conglomerate of ordering the hit on Tupac Shakur. In legal filings obtained by The New York Post, Burrowes claims the mogul set up an "enterprise" of thuggish associates "to gain power, recognition, fame and financial gain through acts and threats involving murder, mayhem and extortion via the enterprise."
Burrowes, godfather to Diddy's son, Justin, makes the extraordinary claims as part of a $25 million suit in Manhattan federal court. The disgruntled label exec says he enjoyed a "very close, family-like relationship" with Combs before their relationship erupted. This past June, he filed the legal action, claiming Diddy cheated him out of $25 million, threatened him with a baseball bat and undermined his management deal with rap diva Mary J. Blige.
"With the consent, approval and ratification of the [Bad Boy] enterprise, Suge Knight's chief bodyguard "Big Jake" was murdered in 1995," Burrowes says in a sworn legal statement. Allegedly, the bodyguard was killed soon after Combs' "advance man" got into an "East Coast-West Coast bashing contest" at an Atlanta party. A local deputy sheriff, who was later killed in a "mysterious car accident," identified Combs' "advance man" - a convicted felon named Anthony Jones - as the shooter, claims Burrowes. Burrowes also accuses Bad Boy Entertainment of hiring the shooter who killed Tupac. Burrowes did not offer more detail on this in his sworn 37-page statement.
Burrowes lawyer John Bostany will argue in court today for Burrowes' new claims of violence to be admitted to the case. "My client appears to be the victim of a corrupt group that 'thugs its way through it' and I am here to help him get justice," Bostany said yesterday. Additionally, Burrowes accuses Combs of the champagne-bottle attack on April 15, 1999 against Universal Records exec Steve Stoute - an attack Diddy admitted to and apologized for. Burrowes continues naming Roy Reid and Dante Dixon, alleged members of Diddy's "enterprise" were directed by Combs to threaten, harass and stalk John Bentley, a songwriter and owner of Calidelphia Records.
I know, it's a great deal of hoopla. Sean is more likely to have a breakdown than be a cold-blooded mafioso, right? But look at the man's ego. It has reached levels beyond that of Kanye, have you seen his shows? Making the Band 2, 3, 4, Making HIS Band, I want to Work for Diddy 1 and 2 currently airing. The man once made aspiring musicians wak from Manhattan to Brooklyn late at night to buy him a cheesecake, one he was never even there to receive once they returned. He also disbanded the band he helped to create on a whim! The man mocks a female singer when she complained about her voice being affected in smoke filled clubs, saying 'waaaa waaaa waaaa!' But the second someone smoked near his bed on the tour bus, he freaked out because he can't stand the smell of it either.
I wanted to examine the story as if trying to examine the plot in a mystery novel. In the growing fued between East coast's Bad Boy and West coast's Death Row records boiling over both financially as well as into the streets, such stylings of the gangsta lifestyle makes for good albums, but murders in the streets that involve friendly fire onto children over two or more gang bangers' beefs was bad for business. It was and is thuggish, the money will stop coming to fuel such things if it kept up. When Tupac was killed, Biggie was slain out of retaliation. Sean shortly afterward stood onstage with the mothers of both Biggie AND Tupac trying to bring the wars to an end.
As I said, I was trying to connect the dots. In the Bad Boy-Deatn Row fued, who had the most to gain by putting it all to an end? And in the interim, who has gained the most? Sean Combs' personal net worth is valued at over $340 Million, where some say his company Sean John may be valued at $680 Million. His competitor, Suge Knight and Death Row? Death Row filed for bankruptcy, selling everything they could. Suge Knight was attacked and suffered several injuries at the top of the year. If anyone had the money, the power, the influence and legal teams in his pocket to squash any and all rumors about his potential involvement in one of the most publicized murder cases in the last twenty years, wouldn't it be Sean Combs?
I have no proof of this, but it is my opinion that Sean Combs did have some kind of involvement with the murder of Tupac Shakur, had the influence to hide his direct involvement, which then pointed to his best friend's death in retaliation. I believe that any time someone attempts to step forward with proof, they are discredited, the fear of a legal team with millions of dollars to fall back on for retainers silencing most critics. He goes on, fueling his ego, trying to keep in shape because perhaps any sizeable body fat reminds him of his larger friend now deceased. Perhaps even the name 'Puffy' eludes to being larger. So perhaps he had a hand in a brutal slaying, living life like Scarface, David Xanatos or perhaps even Lex Luthor. Who wants to work for Diddy? Not I. Hell, if he offered Krampus a job right now in person, I'd have to tell him to excuse me if I don't shake hands.
Years ago, I took pride in looking into conspiracy theories, trying to unravel Gordian knots(read your history of Alexander if you don't get the reference, or at least the Watchmen graphic novel if it doesn't hurt your head to read the small print in 'Under the Hood') with both calculation, and hard speculation. That's all it is, of course. Speculation. Without proof, all one has is opinion, allegations, and one must be cautious of wording or be attacked for libel or slander. Goodness knows I had a wake up call with that topic earlier this year. One must be careful in their wordsmithing. Else lawsuits or threats will come to you. The greatest of these threats are of course delivered by people with power, influence, all of the above I mentioned at the beginning of this post. So let's forget about Mr. West for a moment and let him come out of the closet as a gay fish for the remainder. Instead, let us focus on someone that may have pulled off the greatest coup and publicized murder of the twentieth century.
Sean Combs, Puff Daddy, Puffy, P Diddy, Diddy, Sean John, the man has more names than the evolutions of a Pokemon. With his various ventures, his value is in the hundreds of millions. His best friend, Christopher Wallace AKA Notorious BIG or Biggie Smalls, a celebrated rapper cut down in the midst of the East coast West coast fueds. Everyone has heard by now about the death of Tupac Shakur, and Biggie's death being caused in retaliation. No one to this day is sure about the identities of the assassins, but fingers pointed back at Wallace and his crew. Strangely enough, I've never heard much in the way of revealed information about the potential involvement of the fresh and clean producer's whereabouts or potential involvement.
Then I did some digging. In 2003 according to The Wire, Kirk Burrowes, ex-president of Bad Boy Entertainment, is making explosive claims in new court papers which implicate Sean 'P Diddy' Combs in the 1995 murder of Suge Knight's bodyguard and accuse his conglomerate of ordering the hit on Tupac Shakur. In legal filings obtained by The New York Post, Burrowes claims the mogul set up an "enterprise" of thuggish associates "to gain power, recognition, fame and financial gain through acts and threats involving murder, mayhem and extortion via the enterprise."
Burrowes, godfather to Diddy's son, Justin, makes the extraordinary claims as part of a $25 million suit in Manhattan federal court. The disgruntled label exec says he enjoyed a "very close, family-like relationship" with Combs before their relationship erupted. This past June, he filed the legal action, claiming Diddy cheated him out of $25 million, threatened him with a baseball bat and undermined his management deal with rap diva Mary J. Blige.
"With the consent, approval and ratification of the [Bad Boy] enterprise, Suge Knight's chief bodyguard "Big Jake" was murdered in 1995," Burrowes says in a sworn legal statement. Allegedly, the bodyguard was killed soon after Combs' "advance man" got into an "East Coast-West Coast bashing contest" at an Atlanta party. A local deputy sheriff, who was later killed in a "mysterious car accident," identified Combs' "advance man" - a convicted felon named Anthony Jones - as the shooter, claims Burrowes. Burrowes also accuses Bad Boy Entertainment of hiring the shooter who killed Tupac. Burrowes did not offer more detail on this in his sworn 37-page statement.
Burrowes lawyer John Bostany will argue in court today for Burrowes' new claims of violence to be admitted to the case. "My client appears to be the victim of a corrupt group that 'thugs its way through it' and I am here to help him get justice," Bostany said yesterday. Additionally, Burrowes accuses Combs of the champagne-bottle attack on April 15, 1999 against Universal Records exec Steve Stoute - an attack Diddy admitted to and apologized for. Burrowes continues naming Roy Reid and Dante Dixon, alleged members of Diddy's "enterprise" were directed by Combs to threaten, harass and stalk John Bentley, a songwriter and owner of Calidelphia Records.
Combs lawyer Benjamin Brafman said yesterday Burrowes' claims are "entirely baseless" and "without merit."
Then again in 2008, according to the LA Times and news sources like MSNBC, Sean “Diddy” Combs has denied a report by the Los Angeles Times that his associates were responsible for the 1994 robbery and shooting of
“The story is a lie,” the hip-hop mogul said in a statement Monday. “It is beyond ridiculous and completely false. Neither (the late rapper Notorious B.I.G.) nor I had any knowledge of any attack before, during or after it happened. ... I am shocked that the
The story said that talent manager James Rosemond and promoter James Sabatino arranged the assault. They and Combs declined to be interviewed for the story, which appeared on the Los Angeles Times Web site but not in its paper publication.
Rosemond called the story a “libelous piece of garbage.”“In the past 14 years, I have not even been questioned by law enforcement with regard to the assault of Tupac Shakur, let alone brought up on charges,” he said in a statement. “Chuck Philips, the writer ... has reached a new low by employing fourth-hand information from desperate jailhouse informants along with ancient FBI reports to create this fabrication. I simply ask for all rap fans and fans of Tupac to analyze this fiction for what it is.”The story, written by Chuck Philips, was the first investigative report published as a Web exclusive, said Meredith Artley, editor of LATimes.com.
“This piece was perfect for the Web,” Artley said. “The Web audience skews younger. We had all these great multimedia elements, and we said we really don’t need to wait to fit this in the paper.” A “smaller version” of the story may still run in the paper, she said.
A few days later, the news broke that a recent newspaper report linking SEAN COMBS to a gun attack on late rapper TUPAC SHAKUR is based on false documentation, it has been claimed. The Los Angeles Times ran an article on 17 March (08) claiming the music mogul's former manager, Czar Entertainment CEO Jimmy 'Henchman' Rosemond was involved in a plan to ambush Shakur at a New York Recording studio in 1994. Both Combs and Rosemond have hit back at the allegations - denying any involvement in the attack which saw Shakur shot five times, two years before he was murdered in Las Vegas. No one was ever charged in connection with the shooting, which was believed to have started a "gang war" which eventually resulted in Shakur's death. Chuck Phillips, the journalist who wrote the story, recently issued another response standing by his article. But now TheSmokingGun.com claims to have obtained the 'official' legal documents - and alleges they are all fake. According to the website, the supposed FBI files had been created by convicted con artist James Sabatino while serving time at the Allenwood federal prison in White Deer, Pennsylvania - because the FBI have no record of the 'reports'. The Los Angeles Times has now launched an investigation into the authenticity of the documents.I know, it's a great deal of hoopla. Sean is more likely to have a breakdown than be a cold-blooded mafioso, right? But look at the man's ego. It has reached levels beyond that of Kanye, have you seen his shows? Making the Band 2, 3, 4, Making HIS Band, I want to Work for Diddy 1 and 2 currently airing. The man once made aspiring musicians wak from Manhattan to Brooklyn late at night to buy him a cheesecake, one he was never even there to receive once they returned. He also disbanded the band he helped to create on a whim! The man mocks a female singer when she complained about her voice being affected in smoke filled clubs, saying 'waaaa waaaa waaaa!' But the second someone smoked near his bed on the tour bus, he freaked out because he can't stand the smell of it either.
I wanted to examine the story as if trying to examine the plot in a mystery novel. In the growing fued between East coast's Bad Boy and West coast's Death Row records boiling over both financially as well as into the streets, such stylings of the gangsta lifestyle makes for good albums, but murders in the streets that involve friendly fire onto children over two or more gang bangers' beefs was bad for business. It was and is thuggish, the money will stop coming to fuel such things if it kept up. When Tupac was killed, Biggie was slain out of retaliation. Sean shortly afterward stood onstage with the mothers of both Biggie AND Tupac trying to bring the wars to an end.
As I said, I was trying to connect the dots. In the Bad Boy-Deatn Row fued, who had the most to gain by putting it all to an end? And in the interim, who has gained the most? Sean Combs' personal net worth is valued at over $340 Million, where some say his company Sean John may be valued at $680 Million. His competitor, Suge Knight and Death Row? Death Row filed for bankruptcy, selling everything they could. Suge Knight was attacked and suffered several injuries at the top of the year. If anyone had the money, the power, the influence and legal teams in his pocket to squash any and all rumors about his potential involvement in one of the most publicized murder cases in the last twenty years, wouldn't it be Sean Combs?
I have no proof of this, but it is my opinion that Sean Combs did have some kind of involvement with the murder of Tupac Shakur, had the influence to hide his direct involvement, which then pointed to his best friend's death in retaliation. I believe that any time someone attempts to step forward with proof, they are discredited, the fear of a legal team with millions of dollars to fall back on for retainers silencing most critics. He goes on, fueling his ego, trying to keep in shape because perhaps any sizeable body fat reminds him of his larger friend now deceased. Perhaps even the name 'Puffy' eludes to being larger. So perhaps he had a hand in a brutal slaying, living life like Scarface, David Xanatos or perhaps even Lex Luthor. Who wants to work for Diddy? Not I. Hell, if he offered Krampus a job right now in person, I'd have to tell him to excuse me if I don't shake hands.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Krampus Nights: Shigger Edition
Fuck it.
That's a powerful statement when used properly. It expresses the exclamation that one has reached their limit, their patience at an end. It also expresses the desire to engage in sexual activity with an item, or person perceived as an object. It's a potent statement. Fuck it, fuck me, fuck you, fuck him, fuck her, fuck that, fuck this, fuck the fucking fuckers! It can be an ugly expression, or used so much that the word saturates the vocabulary. Overuse can tend to blur or diffuse the meaning, watering it down to less potency like a drop of Blair's 6 AM Reserve in a 55 gallon drum of stew. The taste is still there, but to those constantly exposed to it, it doesn't have the same kick as it would to virgin senses who hear such in a blue moon. So perhaps it's due to the saturation, or the desire to expand onto the lexicon of those that read my blogs or listen to Creature Feature. So on the beginning of Krampus Nights 2009, I would like to give you a new word. And I guarantee those that read or listen to me knows at least one person that fits this term. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you....SHIGGER!
Given a post I made earlier this year where I was accused of racism where there clearly was none exhibited, people seemed to try to pick a fight with me on the simplest, most senseless things to try and prove their own points. Given the level of behavior I have both witnessed and experienced firsthand, I find this word as a possible necessity. If you're wondering, here's my proposed definition. Shigger: Superhero or villain acting ignorantly, negatively, in a derogatory manner. It is NOT based on skin color, ethnicity, sexual orientation religious beliefs or lack thereof or ancestry. This term is applied to those that exist in the superhero or supervillain communities in any aspect, even at costume parties. If you have a costume or alter ego and act in a pathetic manner, then the word applies.
To paraphrase Martin Luther King Jr. from the Boondocks episode Return of the King, allow me to explain what I observe from a certain 'supervillain' group and those associated with it based on their behavior.
"That's what I see now. Shiggers. And you don't want to BE a shigger. Because shiggers are living contradictions! Shiggers are filled with unfulfilled ambition! Shiggers wax and wane, they love to complain! Shiggers love to hear themselves talk but hate to explain! Shiggers love being another man's judge and jury! Shiggers procrastinate until it's time to worry! Shiggers LOVE to be late! Shiggers HATE to hurry!"
You see, the above statement was made due to a false perception I anticipated. I have discovered a group of individuals who exist solely to act as parasites. The claim is to observe those acting in dangerous situations, endangering themselves by their actions as well as others by acting as vigilantes in costumes. The excuse appears to be that if left unchecked, these people will not only look ridiculous, but cause a threat to people by acting as a vigilante, ambushing people believed to be committing a crime. The potential harm these heroes could cause are not limited to physical harm to themselves as well as their adversaries, but potential harm to innocent people mistakenly identified as criminals, or even other innocents caught up in friendly fire should someone pull out a gun or be hit with the hero's makeshift weapons. The actions caused could potentially do harm to those that are costumed activists, trying to make actual changes in a positive light to their communities. The negativity of one will counter and cast a damning shadow on the other. Now, these are valid points. However, more than not, I have noticed these parasites hiding under this paper mache turtle shell of good intentions, latching onto the actions of others to sustain them, spewing venom and gossip worse than Perez Hilton in a Mardi Gras mask. They're not contributors to anything positive, they're simply hecklers. Faceless members of a crowd. Because these individuals thrive on the attention of others, I am somewhat reluctant to give them any further exposure.
But that isn't going to stop me from doing so. I'm just laying the groundwork with salt so these slugs will properly shrivel under the hot lamps. And I'm not even talking about The Menstruating Mudworm this time, simply because he seems to have caught the Canadian shut-the-fuck-up dysentery. No my friends, I'm talking about those that inhabit the blog of the invertebrate organization. ROACH. This also extends to the people that frequent there, even if they do not officially hold memberships. I have jousted more than once with the people there...this is another item that isn't bewildering so much as disappointing. With people struggling so long to reach the top of the food chain, why do some feel compelled to join groups or take identities that reflect lesser creatures that at best, seem to have an advantage of being annoying at best, disease carrying vermin at worst? Perhaps because they wish to invoke a primal fear of being a part of nature that overwhelms people despite superiority on the planet as a way to humble others. More likely than not, it's probably just to be a momentary discomfort whose greatest aspiration is to be promoted to pain in the ass. Great, they aspire to invoke the totem of the mosquito biting someone's left cheek.
Which brings me to my first candidate, Lord Malignance, better to be addressed as the Golden Zoidberg. At first, the best this person could be seen as is sycophant. While at first doing a fair job to call out rampant vigilantes, it would appear this being also had his head up the White Skull's ass so far he could write off conversations as prostate exams. Potty tentacle indeed. But now, it appears his claiming of a primary foe who wants nothing to do with him as well as a handful of minions seems to have made him arrogant as of late. Among these clues are his recent squabbling with his former chatmate about a 'bromance' with me, as well as going onto the chatroom of Creature Feature, talking about little more than bashing me, including accusations of needing to come out of the closet. I find this absolutely hilarious! The entity that hid behind Lovecraftian imagery of Cthulu, now wearing a Futurama mask and the hand-me-downs of Neal 'Dr. Horrible' Patrick Harris accusing ME of being gay? Not to mention the lack of wishing to interact with me directly when I DO appear on the chat, mostly trying to save face before your followers. By the way...when one of your minions, who has the word 'minion' in his title resembles a hornless Krampus, and you have my name in your mouth more than the dick of Liberace's lover? Shigger, please!
This displays one of the greatest flaws of this group's mindset. Fear. Bullies are always cowards who use whatever advantage they have to try and influence others. Stand up to them, show people what they are, the illusion is gone. Until you muster the courage to actually confront me, much less someone you know who doesn't give a fraction of a shit about your egotistical pursuits, you'll NEVER have any substance. Nothing but a hollow shell, a mask with no one of significance behind it. And stop worrying about where I put my dick, you only have to worry about that if we become cellmates and I'm feeling....anxious, if you know what I mean.
Speaking of asses, this next one almost fell under my radar for lack of anything interesting to bring up. Agent Beryllium is a woman amongst the ranks, a welcome change of pace who appears to have a wit about her. That's fine. And I didn't have a single thing to say to or about this woman until recently. In a thread on the ROACH blog, she decided to mention the fact that Krampus, being a creature of folklore, means that this identity is not capable of copyright.
Really?
No, seriously. Really? That was your best shot. That was your big jab.
I KNOW Krampus isn't copyrightable. AND I DON'T CARE. I never did! Of course, I also know the legalities and loopholes around such things should I wish to pursue them as well, so I was content to let it go. Until I saw something on her blog, which I both found a sense of respect, but equal disturbance. It appears that two people logged in anonymously to harass her about items brought up by her with regards to the appearance of RLSH's on their Myspace profiles. Since she was playing critic, it appears some made comments about her hair, and went farther than that in their insults. Out of retaliation, she apparently discovered the IP addresses as well as cities and states of her posters. What's more, she posted them on her blog!
Now, I'm of two minds about this action. One, my roommate and I have been victims of cyber-stalking that turned to in person stalking. Posts, phone calls, destruction of private property while driving off late at night, it was more than frustrating. Especially when one threat stated the desire to commit rape, murder, then necrophilia against someone close to me. This is the kind of invertebrate that deserves to have such means taken against them! Expose them, reveal the attackers, expose them to the light of day and contact the authorities to deal with them, humiliation or damage/harm caused to them out of self-defense is a bonus.
However, given that The White Skull had done something similar to a minor earlier this year simply for being a heckler, which is ironic given their natures, there appears to have been a line crossed. Revealing the name, location and photo of said individual placing them at risk? This borders on the same behavior that the RLSV's claiming to watch the watchmen aspire to cease. It puts people's lives and property at risk. As I mentioned above, defending oneself against an attack is one thing. And as tempting as it may be to cause harm to those individuals, the second you go overboard, you run the risk of becoming that which you damn. This is something Krampus knows all too well from personal experience. So I'm going to make this statement to Agent Beryllium. I'm sure in the future we may exchange words. I also noticed how you became defensive when your person was attacked, also stating how you were the target of verbal attacks when you were younger. I understand that. But I'm strongly advising you not to use your skills to threaten me. Posting any information of my location or current IP address will threaten my roommate, an innocent party and someone completely undeserving of continued harassment or exposure. I hope you don't plan on using your capabilities to bully others, otherwise this could be a problem that will provoke a reaction in others, not just myself. I'm not stating the action of others as a threat, just an observation. There's no need to post my location, you can hear my accent on Creature Feature. But this is the posting: For my personal property, trespassers will be shot, stabbed or otherwise retaliated against. If my location were posted, you would be contributing to cyber-stalking, as well as actual stalking, potentially ending someone's life in self-defense. I'd like to believe by some sliver of optimism that you wouldn't wish to subject anyone to such a thing. Because if my IP/location were posted by ANYONE reading this, I WILL track them down and pay them a personal visit. All it would take is being pushed too far, and that's the line. That would be the trigger for the sentence that started this blog...fuck it. Please do not push someone with a history of suicidal depression into a corner of lawlessness because they've had enough, and see no reason to continue except for revenge, then suicide after the pain has been caused. We're both supposed to be preventing this from happening and destroying lives. At least, I am. Don't cross that line with me. That's an order.
Here's someone else that nearly escaped the radar, except that his crescent head seemed to get caught on the clothesline. Calamity. The Duct Tape masked Mac Tonight of supposed villainy. Once again, I wouldn't have cared about this individual. Except that he was at the epicenter of the single reason I manifested in response. The verbal attack on DC's Guardian. The post has been removed, the closest things to apologies offered. Many were infuriated with The Potentate for this ill-researched blog, but worst of all was the implication that this pillar of his corner of the community was accused of possibly being a pedophile.
You have no idea how damaging that was, or could have been. A completely false accusation based on a photo with a child. Tempers flared like firestorms, attacks were made with hurtful words on both sides of the communities. In the end, the post went away, and The Potentate may have been wrongfully accused. Yes, his post was made without all the facts, but the resulting flame war nearly cost a man his reputation. And in the end, though The Potentate may have started the post, he in fact did not call DC the word.
But Calamity did.
Calamity, you're NOTHING. A braggart who cares nothing about the reputation of others as long as yours is somehow boosted. I held back from posting this out of respect to DC and trying to let this entire debacle calm down. But your involvement was not overlooked. And being the better man, I'm sure he may, if not already has, forgiven you. BUT I NEVER WILL. This isn't about making jokes. You almost cost a man his identity, his life. May whatever God you believe in have mercy on you. From this point on, I will not. You're just an unfunny joke. And everyone is going to know how unfunny the joke is. And that's the worst thing ever, to be mocked because you can't even do THAT right.
Which leads us to the ringmaster of this mudshow, The Potentate. By the way, congratulations on the child. Don't fuck her up too badly, or else someone may have to call Child Services.
See what I did there?
Karmic jabs aside, I could go into more detail, but something else has recently occurred. You might notice I haven't really gone after my most vocal jousting partner, The White Skull. Well, there's a reason for that. Something has happened with ROACH that has ramifications for everyone associated with the group, full blown members or not. Something that deserves to be told, something I believe you all deserve to hear. But due to the nature of it and everyone involved, I stated that out of courtesy, I wouldn't be the one to reveal what has happened. That is The Potentate's position. I said I wouldn't say it first. But this was weeks ago, and The Potentate has lolly-gagged, taking advantage of what little good nature I have. In trying to remind The Potentate of his obligations, I've left a reminder after practically every blog on the ROACH board. Contact your local Potentate and ask him what I'm talking about. Or better, what I'm NOT talking about. But my courtesy goes only so far. If The Potentate doesn't reveal the news by Christmas Eve, I will. This affects everyone connected with ROACH, or aspire to.
Edit: It has been brought to my attention that another version of the word I chose to make up already existed in the Urban Dictionary. Of course, my definition was clearly defined as not having anything to do with one's ethnicity. It also apparently means a mispronunciation of the word 'sugar' or a name for one's dog. Given the flexible nature of the word and lack of clear definition, I insist that I NEVER used the term for a racial or gender slander. In fact, one can edit the Urban Dictionary with little effort. With that said, I take up the stand that Randal Green did in Clerks 2 with the term porch-monkey, referring to himself and never intended to be a word of prejudice. He worked to take the word back for HIS definition, and I will do the same. Oh, I'm not taking the post down, I'm simply reclaiming the term in the fashion I used it from those who use it the prejudicial way.
And in parting, please tune into Creature Feature for Krampus Nights in December, and here's a little diddy to warm the cockles of your hearts.
That's a powerful statement when used properly. It expresses the exclamation that one has reached their limit, their patience at an end. It also expresses the desire to engage in sexual activity with an item, or person perceived as an object. It's a potent statement. Fuck it, fuck me, fuck you, fuck him, fuck her, fuck that, fuck this, fuck the fucking fuckers! It can be an ugly expression, or used so much that the word saturates the vocabulary. Overuse can tend to blur or diffuse the meaning, watering it down to less potency like a drop of Blair's 6 AM Reserve in a 55 gallon drum of stew. The taste is still there, but to those constantly exposed to it, it doesn't have the same kick as it would to virgin senses who hear such in a blue moon. So perhaps it's due to the saturation, or the desire to expand onto the lexicon of those that read my blogs or listen to Creature Feature. So on the beginning of Krampus Nights 2009, I would like to give you a new word. And I guarantee those that read or listen to me knows at least one person that fits this term. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you....SHIGGER!
Given a post I made earlier this year where I was accused of racism where there clearly was none exhibited, people seemed to try to pick a fight with me on the simplest, most senseless things to try and prove their own points. Given the level of behavior I have both witnessed and experienced firsthand, I find this word as a possible necessity. If you're wondering, here's my proposed definition. Shigger: Superhero or villain acting ignorantly, negatively, in a derogatory manner. It is NOT based on skin color, ethnicity, sexual orientation religious beliefs or lack thereof or ancestry. This term is applied to those that exist in the superhero or supervillain communities in any aspect, even at costume parties. If you have a costume or alter ego and act in a pathetic manner, then the word applies.
To paraphrase Martin Luther King Jr. from the Boondocks episode Return of the King, allow me to explain what I observe from a certain 'supervillain' group and those associated with it based on their behavior.
"That's what I see now. Shiggers. And you don't want to BE a shigger. Because shiggers are living contradictions! Shiggers are filled with unfulfilled ambition! Shiggers wax and wane, they love to complain! Shiggers love to hear themselves talk but hate to explain! Shiggers love being another man's judge and jury! Shiggers procrastinate until it's time to worry! Shiggers LOVE to be late! Shiggers HATE to hurry!"
You see, the above statement was made due to a false perception I anticipated. I have discovered a group of individuals who exist solely to act as parasites. The claim is to observe those acting in dangerous situations, endangering themselves by their actions as well as others by acting as vigilantes in costumes. The excuse appears to be that if left unchecked, these people will not only look ridiculous, but cause a threat to people by acting as a vigilante, ambushing people believed to be committing a crime. The potential harm these heroes could cause are not limited to physical harm to themselves as well as their adversaries, but potential harm to innocent people mistakenly identified as criminals, or even other innocents caught up in friendly fire should someone pull out a gun or be hit with the hero's makeshift weapons. The actions caused could potentially do harm to those that are costumed activists, trying to make actual changes in a positive light to their communities. The negativity of one will counter and cast a damning shadow on the other. Now, these are valid points. However, more than not, I have noticed these parasites hiding under this paper mache turtle shell of good intentions, latching onto the actions of others to sustain them, spewing venom and gossip worse than Perez Hilton in a Mardi Gras mask. They're not contributors to anything positive, they're simply hecklers. Faceless members of a crowd. Because these individuals thrive on the attention of others, I am somewhat reluctant to give them any further exposure.
But that isn't going to stop me from doing so. I'm just laying the groundwork with salt so these slugs will properly shrivel under the hot lamps. And I'm not even talking about The Menstruating Mudworm this time, simply because he seems to have caught the Canadian shut-the-fuck-up dysentery. No my friends, I'm talking about those that inhabit the blog of the invertebrate organization. ROACH. This also extends to the people that frequent there, even if they do not officially hold memberships. I have jousted more than once with the people there...this is another item that isn't bewildering so much as disappointing. With people struggling so long to reach the top of the food chain, why do some feel compelled to join groups or take identities that reflect lesser creatures that at best, seem to have an advantage of being annoying at best, disease carrying vermin at worst? Perhaps because they wish to invoke a primal fear of being a part of nature that overwhelms people despite superiority on the planet as a way to humble others. More likely than not, it's probably just to be a momentary discomfort whose greatest aspiration is to be promoted to pain in the ass. Great, they aspire to invoke the totem of the mosquito biting someone's left cheek.
Which brings me to my first candidate, Lord Malignance, better to be addressed as the Golden Zoidberg. At first, the best this person could be seen as is sycophant. While at first doing a fair job to call out rampant vigilantes, it would appear this being also had his head up the White Skull's ass so far he could write off conversations as prostate exams. Potty tentacle indeed. But now, it appears his claiming of a primary foe who wants nothing to do with him as well as a handful of minions seems to have made him arrogant as of late. Among these clues are his recent squabbling with his former chatmate about a 'bromance' with me, as well as going onto the chatroom of Creature Feature, talking about little more than bashing me, including accusations of needing to come out of the closet. I find this absolutely hilarious! The entity that hid behind Lovecraftian imagery of Cthulu, now wearing a Futurama mask and the hand-me-downs of Neal 'Dr. Horrible' Patrick Harris accusing ME of being gay? Not to mention the lack of wishing to interact with me directly when I DO appear on the chat, mostly trying to save face before your followers. By the way...when one of your minions, who has the word 'minion' in his title resembles a hornless Krampus, and you have my name in your mouth more than the dick of Liberace's lover? Shigger, please!
This displays one of the greatest flaws of this group's mindset. Fear. Bullies are always cowards who use whatever advantage they have to try and influence others. Stand up to them, show people what they are, the illusion is gone. Until you muster the courage to actually confront me, much less someone you know who doesn't give a fraction of a shit about your egotistical pursuits, you'll NEVER have any substance. Nothing but a hollow shell, a mask with no one of significance behind it. And stop worrying about where I put my dick, you only have to worry about that if we become cellmates and I'm feeling....anxious, if you know what I mean.
Speaking of asses, this next one almost fell under my radar for lack of anything interesting to bring up. Agent Beryllium is a woman amongst the ranks, a welcome change of pace who appears to have a wit about her. That's fine. And I didn't have a single thing to say to or about this woman until recently. In a thread on the ROACH blog, she decided to mention the fact that Krampus, being a creature of folklore, means that this identity is not capable of copyright.
Really?
No, seriously. Really? That was your best shot. That was your big jab.
I KNOW Krampus isn't copyrightable. AND I DON'T CARE. I never did! Of course, I also know the legalities and loopholes around such things should I wish to pursue them as well, so I was content to let it go. Until I saw something on her blog, which I both found a sense of respect, but equal disturbance. It appears that two people logged in anonymously to harass her about items brought up by her with regards to the appearance of RLSH's on their Myspace profiles. Since she was playing critic, it appears some made comments about her hair, and went farther than that in their insults. Out of retaliation, she apparently discovered the IP addresses as well as cities and states of her posters. What's more, she posted them on her blog!
Now, I'm of two minds about this action. One, my roommate and I have been victims of cyber-stalking that turned to in person stalking. Posts, phone calls, destruction of private property while driving off late at night, it was more than frustrating. Especially when one threat stated the desire to commit rape, murder, then necrophilia against someone close to me. This is the kind of invertebrate that deserves to have such means taken against them! Expose them, reveal the attackers, expose them to the light of day and contact the authorities to deal with them, humiliation or damage/harm caused to them out of self-defense is a bonus.
However, given that The White Skull had done something similar to a minor earlier this year simply for being a heckler, which is ironic given their natures, there appears to have been a line crossed. Revealing the name, location and photo of said individual placing them at risk? This borders on the same behavior that the RLSV's claiming to watch the watchmen aspire to cease. It puts people's lives and property at risk. As I mentioned above, defending oneself against an attack is one thing. And as tempting as it may be to cause harm to those individuals, the second you go overboard, you run the risk of becoming that which you damn. This is something Krampus knows all too well from personal experience. So I'm going to make this statement to Agent Beryllium. I'm sure in the future we may exchange words. I also noticed how you became defensive when your person was attacked, also stating how you were the target of verbal attacks when you were younger. I understand that. But I'm strongly advising you not to use your skills to threaten me. Posting any information of my location or current IP address will threaten my roommate, an innocent party and someone completely undeserving of continued harassment or exposure. I hope you don't plan on using your capabilities to bully others, otherwise this could be a problem that will provoke a reaction in others, not just myself. I'm not stating the action of others as a threat, just an observation. There's no need to post my location, you can hear my accent on Creature Feature. But this is the posting: For my personal property, trespassers will be shot, stabbed or otherwise retaliated against. If my location were posted, you would be contributing to cyber-stalking, as well as actual stalking, potentially ending someone's life in self-defense. I'd like to believe by some sliver of optimism that you wouldn't wish to subject anyone to such a thing. Because if my IP/location were posted by ANYONE reading this, I WILL track them down and pay them a personal visit. All it would take is being pushed too far, and that's the line. That would be the trigger for the sentence that started this blog...fuck it. Please do not push someone with a history of suicidal depression into a corner of lawlessness because they've had enough, and see no reason to continue except for revenge, then suicide after the pain has been caused. We're both supposed to be preventing this from happening and destroying lives. At least, I am. Don't cross that line with me. That's an order.
Here's someone else that nearly escaped the radar, except that his crescent head seemed to get caught on the clothesline. Calamity. The Duct Tape masked Mac Tonight of supposed villainy. Once again, I wouldn't have cared about this individual. Except that he was at the epicenter of the single reason I manifested in response. The verbal attack on DC's Guardian. The post has been removed, the closest things to apologies offered. Many were infuriated with The Potentate for this ill-researched blog, but worst of all was the implication that this pillar of his corner of the community was accused of possibly being a pedophile.
You have no idea how damaging that was, or could have been. A completely false accusation based on a photo with a child. Tempers flared like firestorms, attacks were made with hurtful words on both sides of the communities. In the end, the post went away, and The Potentate may have been wrongfully accused. Yes, his post was made without all the facts, but the resulting flame war nearly cost a man his reputation. And in the end, though The Potentate may have started the post, he in fact did not call DC the word.
But Calamity did.
Calamity, you're NOTHING. A braggart who cares nothing about the reputation of others as long as yours is somehow boosted. I held back from posting this out of respect to DC and trying to let this entire debacle calm down. But your involvement was not overlooked. And being the better man, I'm sure he may, if not already has, forgiven you. BUT I NEVER WILL. This isn't about making jokes. You almost cost a man his identity, his life. May whatever God you believe in have mercy on you. From this point on, I will not. You're just an unfunny joke. And everyone is going to know how unfunny the joke is. And that's the worst thing ever, to be mocked because you can't even do THAT right.
Which leads us to the ringmaster of this mudshow, The Potentate. By the way, congratulations on the child. Don't fuck her up too badly, or else someone may have to call Child Services.
See what I did there?
Karmic jabs aside, I could go into more detail, but something else has recently occurred. You might notice I haven't really gone after my most vocal jousting partner, The White Skull. Well, there's a reason for that. Something has happened with ROACH that has ramifications for everyone associated with the group, full blown members or not. Something that deserves to be told, something I believe you all deserve to hear. But due to the nature of it and everyone involved, I stated that out of courtesy, I wouldn't be the one to reveal what has happened. That is The Potentate's position. I said I wouldn't say it first. But this was weeks ago, and The Potentate has lolly-gagged, taking advantage of what little good nature I have. In trying to remind The Potentate of his obligations, I've left a reminder after practically every blog on the ROACH board. Contact your local Potentate and ask him what I'm talking about. Or better, what I'm NOT talking about. But my courtesy goes only so far. If The Potentate doesn't reveal the news by Christmas Eve, I will. This affects everyone connected with ROACH, or aspire to.
Edit: It has been brought to my attention that another version of the word I chose to make up already existed in the Urban Dictionary. Of course, my definition was clearly defined as not having anything to do with one's ethnicity. It also apparently means a mispronunciation of the word 'sugar' or a name for one's dog. Given the flexible nature of the word and lack of clear definition, I insist that I NEVER used the term for a racial or gender slander. In fact, one can edit the Urban Dictionary with little effort. With that said, I take up the stand that Randal Green did in Clerks 2 with the term porch-monkey, referring to himself and never intended to be a word of prejudice. He worked to take the word back for HIS definition, and I will do the same. Oh, I'm not taking the post down, I'm simply reclaiming the term in the fashion I used it from those who use it the prejudicial way.
And in parting, please tune into Creature Feature for Krampus Nights in December, and here's a little diddy to warm the cockles of your hearts.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Kanye was right, fuck Taylor not so Swift!
Given that the states are celebrating Thanksgiving today and I do enjoy dinners with friends and strangers while making comments that will give pause at the dinner table, I'll keep this brief. But something has come to my attention that reminds me how grateful I am for human nature. Yes, for it is always important to find purpose in one's existence. The role of Krampus is to expose the less than positive natures of others, to bring them to light, and never to reward the foolish, ignorant or overall naughty.
If you have a television, I have little doubt that you've seen the ad for the game Band Hero, allowing groups to live out their rock and roll, or other musical dreams in the confines of your own homes. This particular commercial features young country crossover poplet Taylor Swift. You might remember Taylor, the young girl resembling an anorexic Goldilocks who was interrupted at the MTV VMA's. Oh yes, Kanye in a Hennessey fueled haze leapt onto the stage when the poor girl started to accept her award, took the mic and went into a tirade on how he'd let her finish, but Beyonce made one of the best videos of all time. Now, at the time, I'd have to agree with Kanye's detractors. His ego has gone too far, please shut him up and remove him from the stage! Fortunately Beyonce was gracious enough that during her own acceptance of an award later that evening, she brought Taylor back up to finish her statement. Wonderful.
But now ladies and gentlemen, something has come to light that paints Taylor in a less than becoming light. Remember that Band Hero game I mentioned at the beginning of this post? It would appear that Miss Swift has put her cowboy boot into her mouth in an act that rivals, if not surpasses the ego of Mr. Kanye West. You see, someone must have told Taylor that Band Hero is like karaoke, only without going to a bar to embarrass oneself. Because now, realizing that she is being paid handsomely for her songs in Band Hero, she isn't making a cent from any karaoke performance using her music. And she wants that to stop. So now, little miss Taylor Swift, the 'innocent' girl from country roots believes that if you're in a smoky bar late at night, the DJ puts on her song and you're butchering it or even singing it well, you're breaking the law. At least as she perceives it. She wants a cut. But if she comes into a karaoke bar and her songs are being played or performed, she will threaten legal action against the karaoke DJ, the establishment and possibly the singers as well!
This level of stupidity seems to be born from country crossover acts every decade. Several years ago, Garth Brooks made the statement that given the durability of CD's, barring unusual physical damage, compact discs with his music would last forever. And given that realization, he wanted a larger cut. Not more money immediately for recordings mind you, but he wanted to be compensated for secondary sales revenue. Let me break this down for you. If Garth Brooks had his way, every time you sold your used CD to a friend, had a garage sale or sold it on Ebay, he wants a cut of that sale! Unless Taylor has somehow uncovered some long standing karaoke conspiracy theory, every lounge singer or karaoke performing fan with their own dreams of stardom are about to be legally cornholed. Sure, go ahead and enjoy her music! But if you sing along in any way other than with Band Hero for which she has been compensated, she will SUE your ass!
I'm starting to theorize that Kanye 'I'm a gay fish' West may have been, in his own way, acting like an early warning system. I dare say at the VMA's while his brain was addled with alcohol, Kanye's Ego Sense was tingling! I believe suddenly he was aware of another massive ego in the room that rivaled his own. Like a predatory beast establishing dominance in his territory, the rant we saw at the VMA's was simply the best he could muster while sober. Kanye was trying to warn us! Now in hindsight, perhaps we were all acting too harshly on Kanye. HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA I'm sorry, I can't say that with a straight face. OF COURSE the public acted accordingly! But if my theory is correct, then it shows that perhaps Kanye's ego is good for something: rooting out other explosive egos like pigs searching for karaoke suing truffles.
Taylor Swift: Putting the cunt in Country.
Happy Thanksgiving, you little twang tang!
If you have a television, I have little doubt that you've seen the ad for the game Band Hero, allowing groups to live out their rock and roll, or other musical dreams in the confines of your own homes. This particular commercial features young country crossover poplet Taylor Swift. You might remember Taylor, the young girl resembling an anorexic Goldilocks who was interrupted at the MTV VMA's. Oh yes, Kanye in a Hennessey fueled haze leapt onto the stage when the poor girl started to accept her award, took the mic and went into a tirade on how he'd let her finish, but Beyonce made one of the best videos of all time. Now, at the time, I'd have to agree with Kanye's detractors. His ego has gone too far, please shut him up and remove him from the stage! Fortunately Beyonce was gracious enough that during her own acceptance of an award later that evening, she brought Taylor back up to finish her statement. Wonderful.
But now ladies and gentlemen, something has come to light that paints Taylor in a less than becoming light. Remember that Band Hero game I mentioned at the beginning of this post? It would appear that Miss Swift has put her cowboy boot into her mouth in an act that rivals, if not surpasses the ego of Mr. Kanye West. You see, someone must have told Taylor that Band Hero is like karaoke, only without going to a bar to embarrass oneself. Because now, realizing that she is being paid handsomely for her songs in Band Hero, she isn't making a cent from any karaoke performance using her music. And she wants that to stop. So now, little miss Taylor Swift, the 'innocent' girl from country roots believes that if you're in a smoky bar late at night, the DJ puts on her song and you're butchering it or even singing it well, you're breaking the law. At least as she perceives it. She wants a cut. But if she comes into a karaoke bar and her songs are being played or performed, she will threaten legal action against the karaoke DJ, the establishment and possibly the singers as well!
This level of stupidity seems to be born from country crossover acts every decade. Several years ago, Garth Brooks made the statement that given the durability of CD's, barring unusual physical damage, compact discs with his music would last forever. And given that realization, he wanted a larger cut. Not more money immediately for recordings mind you, but he wanted to be compensated for secondary sales revenue. Let me break this down for you. If Garth Brooks had his way, every time you sold your used CD to a friend, had a garage sale or sold it on Ebay, he wants a cut of that sale! Unless Taylor has somehow uncovered some long standing karaoke conspiracy theory, every lounge singer or karaoke performing fan with their own dreams of stardom are about to be legally cornholed. Sure, go ahead and enjoy her music! But if you sing along in any way other than with Band Hero for which she has been compensated, she will SUE your ass!
I'm starting to theorize that Kanye 'I'm a gay fish' West may have been, in his own way, acting like an early warning system. I dare say at the VMA's while his brain was addled with alcohol, Kanye's Ego Sense was tingling! I believe suddenly he was aware of another massive ego in the room that rivaled his own. Like a predatory beast establishing dominance in his territory, the rant we saw at the VMA's was simply the best he could muster while sober. Kanye was trying to warn us! Now in hindsight, perhaps we were all acting too harshly on Kanye. HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA I'm sorry, I can't say that with a straight face. OF COURSE the public acted accordingly! But if my theory is correct, then it shows that perhaps Kanye's ego is good for something: rooting out other explosive egos like pigs searching for karaoke suing truffles.
Taylor Swift: Putting the cunt in Country.
Happy Thanksgiving, you little twang tang!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Torn
I learned how to fall today, didn't think it would kill you
To settle the debt I thought never would be paid
Found out I was wrong today, too weak to continue
One final defense to fall
Still unbroken
Now I am torn, thought it was over this time
And we know there's still a fire inside
And we know, and we know
We're gonna let it burn
Let it burn
Till the image fades away
Knew there was a price to pay
Didn't think it would thrill you
To witness the fallen one, shattered and ashamed
No I'm not the only one yearning to fulfill you
The unwilling to risk it all
Still uncertain
Now I am torn, thought it was over this time
And we know there's still a fire inside
And we know, and we know
We're gonna let it burn
Let it burn
Till the image fades away
YAAaahhhhaaaaaaaa!!
Now I am torn, thought it was over this time
And we know there's still a fire inside
And we know, and we know
That I am torn, thought it was over this time
And we know there's still a fire inside
And we know, and we know
We're gonna let it burn
Let it burn
Till the image fades away
Torn by Disturbed
To settle the debt I thought never would be paid
Found out I was wrong today, too weak to continue
One final defense to fall
Still unbroken
Now I am torn, thought it was over this time
And we know there's still a fire inside
And we know, and we know
We're gonna let it burn
Let it burn
Till the image fades away
Knew there was a price to pay
Didn't think it would thrill you
To witness the fallen one, shattered and ashamed
No I'm not the only one yearning to fulfill you
The unwilling to risk it all
Still uncertain
Now I am torn, thought it was over this time
And we know there's still a fire inside
And we know, and we know
We're gonna let it burn
Let it burn
Till the image fades away
YAAaahhhhaaaaaaaa!!
Now I am torn, thought it was over this time
And we know there's still a fire inside
And we know, and we know
That I am torn, thought it was over this time
And we know there's still a fire inside
And we know, and we know
We're gonna let it burn
Let it burn
Till the image fades away
Torn by Disturbed
Monday, November 16, 2009
Ask Krampus
It has come to my attention that some of you have been asking about the condition of Ol' Krampus after Sunday's Meow and Friends show. Truth be told, I shouldn't have called in. Krampus is on Blog Talk Radio to entertain, occasionally inform and educate while engaging in debate. My calling and my responses could have been detrimental to the show's mood had I remained on it or in the chat.
If you wish to know if I still feel doubt whether or not life is worth living, if I still wish to slay someone on the Naughty list then myself, then ask ME. Executrix is a wonderful friend, but I do NOT wish to hear her being bothered and inundated about questions of MY well being. 'Tis the least I could do for her in asking that if you have a question regarding ME, then do not bother her when you can get the word from the Krampus' mouth. And no, she didn't put me up to this, nor has anyone called her to the point of annoyance. I'm simply taking a step to prevent such a thing.
If some of you wish to correspond privately, then contact me at krampusnights@hotmail.com for any questions, suggestions, etc. Just allow me to caution you. If you're not going to like the answers you may receive, then don't write to me in the first place. And to any aspiring supervillain who berates me one post then offers sympathy the next, spare my your falsehoods and pretense, that will only serve to piss me off to the point of irrational action. And that's not good for anyone.
If you wish to know if I still feel doubt whether or not life is worth living, if I still wish to slay someone on the Naughty list then myself, then ask ME. Executrix is a wonderful friend, but I do NOT wish to hear her being bothered and inundated about questions of MY well being. 'Tis the least I could do for her in asking that if you have a question regarding ME, then do not bother her when you can get the word from the Krampus' mouth. And no, she didn't put me up to this, nor has anyone called her to the point of annoyance. I'm simply taking a step to prevent such a thing.
If some of you wish to correspond privately, then contact me at krampusnights@hotmail.com for any questions, suggestions, etc. Just allow me to caution you. If you're not going to like the answers you may receive, then don't write to me in the first place. And to any aspiring supervillain who berates me one post then offers sympathy the next, spare my your falsehoods and pretense, that will only serve to piss me off to the point of irrational action. And that's not good for anyone.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
*sigh* Here we go again...
I feel the need to post this both here and in response to the blog in which this idiocy was brought up again.
Quoting the head of the Skulliban in response to PST last time:
"We're done, you and I, but I have every right in the world to keep my blog and ROACH persona. I invented it, it's copyrighted. As are the personal photos you stole from me, by the way, which can be used against you in a court of law if you choose to pursue this ludicrous course of threats any more. I'm going to leave you the fuck alone, as you request."
Hmm. 'Twould seem someone's going back on their word. And since it's been a rarity for me to reach the piratical one as of late, when we DID speak, she has done NOTHING to antagonize you recently. Oh by the way o dutiful gatherer of information, wonderful reporting on a profile that hasn't been touch since a movie premier that you chose to write about that took place TWO MONTHS AGO. Late as a prom night aftermath period as ever I see.
As to your attempt to rile a response out of my friend PST, in regards to your paper gauntlet being dropped and your desire to latch onto the attention of others like an army of leeches, much like a deceased hooker buried in a chastity belt, she no longer gives a fuck! No blog response will be illicited, save for the legal variety in case of continued harassment. However, I DO feel compelled to reveal that the silence of Krampus being heard upon your forums? It was at the request of PST as not to further stir the brine as it were, so long as you left her and our collective friends alone. That's right, up until this point, you've had PST to thank for your respite from me. But since you've broken your claim and showing of even the slightest shred of honor you might be capable of to validate your word...*cheshire grin*
Edit: After speaking briefly with PST on the eve of honoring Veteran's Day, this is the only comment she will make. You spoke the last words to her in that blog. And she will NOT get involved in this any further.
As for myself, kudos for the retraction. And the fanship. But as for being the yang to your yin, my dear boy...why at this time would I wish to waste the good material on YOU!? Oh, you have a little shit on your chin...
Integrity without knowledge is weak and useless. Knowledge without integrity is dangerous and dreadful.
-Samuel Johnson
Quoting the head of the Skulliban in response to PST last time:
"We're done, you and I, but I have every right in the world to keep my blog and ROACH persona. I invented it, it's copyrighted. As are the personal photos you stole from me, by the way, which can be used against you in a court of law if you choose to pursue this ludicrous course of threats any more. I'm going to leave you the fuck alone, as you request."
Hmm. 'Twould seem someone's going back on their word. And since it's been a rarity for me to reach the piratical one as of late, when we DID speak, she has done NOTHING to antagonize you recently. Oh by the way o dutiful gatherer of information, wonderful reporting on a profile that hasn't been touch since a movie premier that you chose to write about that took place TWO MONTHS AGO. Late as a prom night aftermath period as ever I see.
As to your attempt to rile a response out of my friend PST, in regards to your paper gauntlet being dropped and your desire to latch onto the attention of others like an army of leeches, much like a deceased hooker buried in a chastity belt, she no longer gives a fuck! No blog response will be illicited, save for the legal variety in case of continued harassment. However, I DO feel compelled to reveal that the silence of Krampus being heard upon your forums? It was at the request of PST as not to further stir the brine as it were, so long as you left her and our collective friends alone. That's right, up until this point, you've had PST to thank for your respite from me. But since you've broken your claim and showing of even the slightest shred of honor you might be capable of to validate your word...*cheshire grin*
Edit: After speaking briefly with PST on the eve of honoring Veteran's Day, this is the only comment she will make. You spoke the last words to her in that blog. And she will NOT get involved in this any further.
As for myself, kudos for the retraction. And the fanship. But as for being the yang to your yin, my dear boy...why at this time would I wish to waste the good material on YOU!? Oh, you have a little shit on your chin...
Integrity without knowledge is weak and useless. Knowledge without integrity is dangerous and dreadful.
-Samuel Johnson
Monday, November 2, 2009
Chubby Bunny?
I still don't get what marshmallows have to do with a fat-ass rabbit. Wouldn't Chubby Chipmunk be more appropriate? Come now, I can't be the only one who's pondered this.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Balloon Boy pops father's shiny scrotum of hopes
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Saturday, October 3, 2009
Are you ready for the Apocalypse?
Greetings and salutations, kiddies. Please pardon the extended absence, but Krampus has been a bit preoccupied as of late. And thank you to those behind the scenes offering words of wisdom and assistance to my time of need. You see children, I have been reminded once again how much I want to kill someone.
No, seriously. I'm talking about the desire to commit assault, torture and murder upon someone.
Of course, the other party started it, and I simply wish to end it. But alas, the kind of fantasies I've been having as of late would be better suited to fiction to be enjoyed by all instead of criminal acts that although would surely be entertaining, would also be illegal and a jail sentence would most certainly be an annoyance for my future plans. So out of respect and what some would say, a twisted and undeserving belief in the justice system, I'll deal with this particular problem in the light of legality.
This of course brings me to my topic today. Simply because I have respect in the way the justice system is supposed to be, doesn't make me blind to times when the society machine breaks down. Natural catastrophes, riots over much publicized court cases, sporting events gone wrong, man-made disasters. Power blackouts, whether caused by solar charged particles overloading our systems or an electromagnetic pulse. Fire. Explosions. Fears of pandemics. Mass hysteria. Rising crime rates fueled by a pathetic economy. The collapse of everything you know, leaving only your own code of ethics, standards of morality and plan on saving your lives and the lives of those you care for.
Would you be ready for it?
Now, I'm not attempting to engage in fear mongering. There's enough of that out there as it is. But every now and then, it is the norm to hear of some coming catastrophe that will shake the pillars of your foundation, and people fear what may happen. The next large event dealing with this is December 21, 2012. The end of the Mayan calendar, coinciding with the Hopi and other beliefs that with the Earth's planetary alignment with the galactic center that, coupled with an 11 year cycle of sunspot activity, may turn the Earth on its axis, reversing the poles, setting off earthquakes, storms, not to mention people freaking the fuck out and believing that since God has either turned his/her back on them or doesn't exist, they're fucked either way so they're going out with a bang. Might as well watch porn on a stolen flat screen or have your way with the neighbor at knife point.
Then of course, there's the pattern of survival, moving on, then the same dick worrying about the next one. And the next. And the next after that. After we survive 2012, the next bit of doomsaying on the docket is the asteroid Apophis, a potentially life ending asteroid making its way near our little orb in 2029, then again in 2036 on Easter weekend. That reminds me, if Jesus was instead killed by an asteroid collision with Earth, would his holy symbol today be a porous rock? Or maybe a comet? Hard to say, considering if you're lucky enough to come back 3 days later, not many other people would be around to witness the tomb opening. Hell, maybe Judaism would have a resurgence in that case, screaming 'I TOLD you that carpenter was full of it!'
But I digress. I've heard enough people claiming that we are in the end times, even stating we're already IN Hell. This of course, I can't help but scoff at. Then again, I can't help but think I see where they're coming from every time I look in the mirror.
Now, I'm not saying that one should start fearing every day and acting like a survivalist, but consider the possibility that even if you don't believe the worst would happen, other people will. And consider the collective relief to some people thinking that there would be no consequences to their actions, so they could do anything they wish, fuck tomorrow, they're all going to die anyway. So why not have a little revenge? Shoot your neighbor in the face for buying that new car you always wanted, rape the wife, throw their little snot nosed brat who's been bullying your kid into a wood chipper legs first! Why not? Nothing else matters! There's no consequences!
Of course, these people would be wrong. There are ALWAYS consequences! Be it from divinity, guilt, karma or someone witnessing your actions with a zoom lens, things always have a way of coming back around. That's what Krampus is all for. Yes, you're free to act a damn fool. And the cosmos is free to enact justice upon you for doing so. It may take a while, but things tend to come around, helped along or not.
One site I love is ZombieTools.net a wonderful place made for the zombie apocalypse enthusiast in all of us. Not only are there wonderful shirts(the Che Guevara is adorable), but they also have survival tips, ideas for weapons and even manufacturing hand made and sharpened blades from long knives and machetes to full sized swords that aren't designed simply for hanging on the wall, but for actual use in combat! Even they mention in the absence of a zombie apocalypse, there will always be the ebb and flow of social upheaval or need for a weapon of personal protection that doesn't involve wasting ammunition.
So please boys and girls, be mindful of one's surroundings. Hope for the best, but at least have a plan for the worst. After all, if all it would take for some to go ballistic and begin a slaughtering spree is the perception that the end of the world is nigh and nothing else would come of it, do something to watch over you and your loved ones. As for my desires...like I've been saying, all in moderation. And although revenge might be amusing, I'm sure if the end of the world were to happen, I'd have better things to do than go out looking for trouble. If it came to ME however...well hell, if the stores are closed or raided, why let good meat go to waste? Say what you will of the family in Texas Chainsaw Massacre and the Donner party, at least they were survivors. And less hungry than average.
Am I joking? I suppose we'll have to wait until the Apocalypse to find out.
Happy Halloween. Christmas is just around the corner. And so too are Krampus Nights.
No, seriously. I'm talking about the desire to commit assault, torture and murder upon someone.
Of course, the other party started it, and I simply wish to end it. But alas, the kind of fantasies I've been having as of late would be better suited to fiction to be enjoyed by all instead of criminal acts that although would surely be entertaining, would also be illegal and a jail sentence would most certainly be an annoyance for my future plans. So out of respect and what some would say, a twisted and undeserving belief in the justice system, I'll deal with this particular problem in the light of legality.
This of course brings me to my topic today. Simply because I have respect in the way the justice system is supposed to be, doesn't make me blind to times when the society machine breaks down. Natural catastrophes, riots over much publicized court cases, sporting events gone wrong, man-made disasters. Power blackouts, whether caused by solar charged particles overloading our systems or an electromagnetic pulse. Fire. Explosions. Fears of pandemics. Mass hysteria. Rising crime rates fueled by a pathetic economy. The collapse of everything you know, leaving only your own code of ethics, standards of morality and plan on saving your lives and the lives of those you care for.
Would you be ready for it?
Now, I'm not attempting to engage in fear mongering. There's enough of that out there as it is. But every now and then, it is the norm to hear of some coming catastrophe that will shake the pillars of your foundation, and people fear what may happen. The next large event dealing with this is December 21, 2012. The end of the Mayan calendar, coinciding with the Hopi and other beliefs that with the Earth's planetary alignment with the galactic center that, coupled with an 11 year cycle of sunspot activity, may turn the Earth on its axis, reversing the poles, setting off earthquakes, storms, not to mention people freaking the fuck out and believing that since God has either turned his/her back on them or doesn't exist, they're fucked either way so they're going out with a bang. Might as well watch porn on a stolen flat screen or have your way with the neighbor at knife point.
Then of course, there's the pattern of survival, moving on, then the same dick worrying about the next one. And the next. And the next after that. After we survive 2012, the next bit of doomsaying on the docket is the asteroid Apophis, a potentially life ending asteroid making its way near our little orb in 2029, then again in 2036 on Easter weekend. That reminds me, if Jesus was instead killed by an asteroid collision with Earth, would his holy symbol today be a porous rock? Or maybe a comet? Hard to say, considering if you're lucky enough to come back 3 days later, not many other people would be around to witness the tomb opening. Hell, maybe Judaism would have a resurgence in that case, screaming 'I TOLD you that carpenter was full of it!'
But I digress. I've heard enough people claiming that we are in the end times, even stating we're already IN Hell. This of course, I can't help but scoff at. Then again, I can't help but think I see where they're coming from every time I look in the mirror.
Now, I'm not saying that one should start fearing every day and acting like a survivalist, but consider the possibility that even if you don't believe the worst would happen, other people will. And consider the collective relief to some people thinking that there would be no consequences to their actions, so they could do anything they wish, fuck tomorrow, they're all going to die anyway. So why not have a little revenge? Shoot your neighbor in the face for buying that new car you always wanted, rape the wife, throw their little snot nosed brat who's been bullying your kid into a wood chipper legs first! Why not? Nothing else matters! There's no consequences!
Of course, these people would be wrong. There are ALWAYS consequences! Be it from divinity, guilt, karma or someone witnessing your actions with a zoom lens, things always have a way of coming back around. That's what Krampus is all for. Yes, you're free to act a damn fool. And the cosmos is free to enact justice upon you for doing so. It may take a while, but things tend to come around, helped along or not.
One site I love is ZombieTools.net a wonderful place made for the zombie apocalypse enthusiast in all of us. Not only are there wonderful shirts(the Che Guevara is adorable), but they also have survival tips, ideas for weapons and even manufacturing hand made and sharpened blades from long knives and machetes to full sized swords that aren't designed simply for hanging on the wall, but for actual use in combat! Even they mention in the absence of a zombie apocalypse, there will always be the ebb and flow of social upheaval or need for a weapon of personal protection that doesn't involve wasting ammunition.
So please boys and girls, be mindful of one's surroundings. Hope for the best, but at least have a plan for the worst. After all, if all it would take for some to go ballistic and begin a slaughtering spree is the perception that the end of the world is nigh and nothing else would come of it, do something to watch over you and your loved ones. As for my desires...like I've been saying, all in moderation. And although revenge might be amusing, I'm sure if the end of the world were to happen, I'd have better things to do than go out looking for trouble. If it came to ME however...well hell, if the stores are closed or raided, why let good meat go to waste? Say what you will of the family in Texas Chainsaw Massacre and the Donner party, at least they were survivors. And less hungry than average.
Am I joking? I suppose we'll have to wait until the Apocalypse to find out.
Happy Halloween. Christmas is just around the corner. And so too are Krampus Nights.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
This is a fucking travesty
How? HOW!? How in the nine hells could this have transpired? Just when I think there is a well deserved and overdue balance coming to the world and Krampus can actually rest, something that boggles my mind occurs. What, you ask? Is it that played out narcissist Kanye West? Of course not! Is it some other outrage involving a friend of mine? Oh, most definitely. Circumstances that one might consider, if not knowledge for the reasons, to be unforgivable. I however feel a greater need to show mercy and to decree, no...DEMAND to call this to light and to rectify this tragedy!
Someone I know who enjoys rock and metal has never heard of Dethklok.
Bloody fuck! This is a travesty that MUST be rectified! And for those of you not in the know, Cartoon Network's Adult Swim has a show called Metalocalypse, a 15 minute show that revolves around Dethklok, and death metal band that through their actions, stupidity, productions and perhaps fate, may be the heralds of a doomed future. Observed by clergy and military advisors, the show is insane, but in a fun, bloody and satisfyingly visceral way. And the music is genuinely rocking! The songs may be short, but the true geniuses of the show have some great talent, like Mark Hamill as a voice of more than one character. Alas, my friend is currently lacking in both cable and satellite television. Shocking, and perhaps one can sustain themselves without it. But once this show is experienced, I dare say it may become addictive to those not turned off by gratuitous gore, absurdity of stardom and extreme death metal that most require a lyric sheet to properly sing along with. Note to self: do NOT sing at the top of one's lungs to psyche up before going on a broadcast. You simply must trust me on this unless you are a metal performer.
From the theme song's opening to the Fansong calling their fans brainless mutants at the kindest statement, to the absurd yet infectious like Murmaider, a song telling about murder under the sea to Awaken, an homage to summoning a demonic beast with the power of music, with departures like Detharmonic, a rock meets classical twist and Better Metal Snake, a tale of warring tribes and mythic creatures, there are ourtageous, larger than life references, also to be appreciated are Birthday Dethday and one of my favorites, Bloodrocuted. In the humble opinion of Krampus, is something that should be shared, enjoyed for what it is, and spread throughout like a musical infection of heavy metal mercury. And Dethklok is coming on tour with metal group Mastodon!
One must search and explore this on YouTube or on Google to appreciate them if not buying the DVD, downloading them on Netflix or the Apple store. If you like rock, metal, a good laugh and something for a finite attention span that will make you crave more, the music of Dethklok is a must-listen and must-see.
Here are the lyrics of one of my favorites, Bloodrocuted.
You've been targeted in the night
By violent mercenaries.
Your identity's been confused
With one that looks like you
You're a simple man living life.
You are an electrician.
But there's a bounty on your head
A billion unmarked travelers checks.
RUN
Find your way deep into the woods.
The dogs can smell your path.
Try to find a way out of this.
There seems to be no chance.
Bounty hunters closer to you.
Start to remember back.
When you studied biology
Back in your high school class.
Wait now, what did they say
About the human body and proportions of things?
Blood is an energy conductor.
I am full of that all I need is an outlet.
They're getting closer
But now you have a plan.
Lead them to the generator
Where there's solid land.
The concrete floor will do just fine
And electric outlets.
Open up your veins and splash the blood
And hit the power lines.
Bloodrocuted
Bloodrocuted
You'll be bloodrocuted
You'll be bloodrocuted
You'll be bloodrocuted
You'll be bloodrocuted right now
You'll be bloodrocuted
You'll be bloodrocuted
You'll be bloodrocuted
You'll be bloodrocuted right now
Enemies stand dead in your blood.
The stench of cooking skin.
All of them with their hair on end
Their eyes exploded in.
You stand with your arms bleeding still
You cannot stop the flow.
Though you are the victor tonight
Your time has come to go.
Go go go go go go
Your time has come to go
Go go go go go go
Your time has come to go
Wait now, what did they say
About the human body and proportions of things?
Blood is an energy conductor.
I am full of that all I need is an outlet.
Bloodrocuted!
Someone I know who enjoys rock and metal has never heard of Dethklok.
Bloody fuck! This is a travesty that MUST be rectified! And for those of you not in the know, Cartoon Network's Adult Swim has a show called Metalocalypse, a 15 minute show that revolves around Dethklok, and death metal band that through their actions, stupidity, productions and perhaps fate, may be the heralds of a doomed future. Observed by clergy and military advisors, the show is insane, but in a fun, bloody and satisfyingly visceral way. And the music is genuinely rocking! The songs may be short, but the true geniuses of the show have some great talent, like Mark Hamill as a voice of more than one character. Alas, my friend is currently lacking in both cable and satellite television. Shocking, and perhaps one can sustain themselves without it. But once this show is experienced, I dare say it may become addictive to those not turned off by gratuitous gore, absurdity of stardom and extreme death metal that most require a lyric sheet to properly sing along with. Note to self: do NOT sing at the top of one's lungs to psyche up before going on a broadcast. You simply must trust me on this unless you are a metal performer.
From the theme song's opening to the Fansong calling their fans brainless mutants at the kindest statement, to the absurd yet infectious like Murmaider, a song telling about murder under the sea to Awaken, an homage to summoning a demonic beast with the power of music, with departures like Detharmonic, a rock meets classical twist and Better Metal Snake, a tale of warring tribes and mythic creatures, there are ourtageous, larger than life references, also to be appreciated are Birthday Dethday and one of my favorites, Bloodrocuted. In the humble opinion of Krampus, is something that should be shared, enjoyed for what it is, and spread throughout like a musical infection of heavy metal mercury. And Dethklok is coming on tour with metal group Mastodon!
One must search and explore this on YouTube or on Google to appreciate them if not buying the DVD, downloading them on Netflix or the Apple store. If you like rock, metal, a good laugh and something for a finite attention span that will make you crave more, the music of Dethklok is a must-listen and must-see.
Here are the lyrics of one of my favorites, Bloodrocuted.
You've been targeted in the night
By violent mercenaries.
Your identity's been confused
With one that looks like you
You're a simple man living life.
You are an electrician.
But there's a bounty on your head
A billion unmarked travelers checks.
RUN
Find your way deep into the woods.
The dogs can smell your path.
Try to find a way out of this.
There seems to be no chance.
Bounty hunters closer to you.
Start to remember back.
When you studied biology
Back in your high school class.
Wait now, what did they say
About the human body and proportions of things?
Blood is an energy conductor.
I am full of that all I need is an outlet.
They're getting closer
But now you have a plan.
Lead them to the generator
Where there's solid land.
The concrete floor will do just fine
And electric outlets.
Open up your veins and splash the blood
And hit the power lines.
Bloodrocuted
Bloodrocuted
You'll be bloodrocuted
You'll be bloodrocuted
You'll be bloodrocuted
You'll be bloodrocuted right now
You'll be bloodrocuted
You'll be bloodrocuted
You'll be bloodrocuted
You'll be bloodrocuted right now
Enemies stand dead in your blood.
The stench of cooking skin.
All of them with their hair on end
Their eyes exploded in.
You stand with your arms bleeding still
You cannot stop the flow.
Though you are the victor tonight
Your time has come to go.
Go go go go go go
Your time has come to go
Go go go go go go
Your time has come to go
Wait now, what did they say
About the human body and proportions of things?
Blood is an energy conductor.
I am full of that all I need is an outlet.
Bloodrocuted!
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Sorry you're not a federally charged cyber-stalker
I nearly lost a friend and someone with whom I have a great deal of respect on 9/11, so out of respect, I declined engaging in this rhetoric yesterday. But since the news has had its day of reliving the carnage and the remembrance done, now is the time to engage in the democratic response.
Oops.
Oh look kiddies, Krampus made a mistake! Oh, but wait...in the land of the invertebrates, you've made a mistake, you've made one, you...yep, you too...that one...mistake...mistake...mistake...hmm. Looks like a lot of that going around. But to say I attacked someone? Tch tch tch. SImply not true. Especially when I go through the trouble of actually trying to HELP someone by contacting the FBI and local constabulary about threats both about a friend, and someone whom in my opinion is an obnoxious, self-righteous, escalating in actions and potential violence, arrogant, self-editing so he doesn't believe he makes mistakes rules lawyer persona for RPG playing, human analog for an attempted irritant waste of a panty liner who threatened to destroy one of my friends, but doesn't deserve to die. What wondrous gratitude. Then again, I'm not sure I should expect anything more from someone who first challenged the leader of a group, only to have his head so far up the walking chimney's posterior as to taste his breakfast with a taint of hickory. Maybe that would explain the lack of flesh, it's jerky by now, but I could be mistaken.
So yes, I mentioned to the authorities that one individual I know but would NEVER be classified as a friend, was being threatened by someone else who looks familiar...it's that damned facial hair and structure, I've seen him somewhere before, not to mention boasting the training to be a killer...anyway, one individual threatened to kill another, and send the head to a friend of mine, involving them in a threat on someone's life. Now, despite the fact that I'd LOVE to hear the verbal diarrhea spewed from his cakehole silenced once and for all, I don't wish for my friend to be involved with someone's threat upon him. There was genuine danger, and it wouldn't be right to have this person's wife turned into a widow. So, once again, I did my civic duty and reported this threat to the authorities.
However, in my zeal, I made an oopsie. I made a post on my Myspace status that in taking this person's photo down, that I do not endorse federally charged cyber-stalkers. Or their accomplices. Now, that part is true, I don't endorse them. Worst kind of people, you know. But the mistake was, that particular person was NOT in fact charged with a federal statute of cyber-stalking. Nope, never arrested and charged with that. I mean, the mistake was honest enough to make. I mean, when you threaten to destroy someone, supposed joke or not, then the FBI looks into a threat against that individual, you'd think they'd look into that. So, I was wrong. For this, I retracted my statement, which yes, could be defamation of character. For this, I apologize. I'd be happy to call you by name to ensure how sincere I am, but somehow I don't think you'd like me saying that on an open forum, would you Smeagol? Nice artwork, by the way. But I'm no longer endorsing it, charges or not. John Wayne Gacy was a great artist too, but I'd hardly recommend his art be sold to benefit a clown college.
Alas, Krampus made a mistake, of which retraction and apology was issued. I see you're going on retirement, coming out long enough to state a defense. But now I've done the same as your benefactor, making a mistake and apologizing for it. So now at least Krampus is among the company of people you keep. And now in making a mistake, owning up for it and rectification, Krampus is now the perfect example to state that one should do more research and get the facts before posting. Especially if your primary business is rumor mongering. But you know, that's the risk when you hold up an inflammatory mirror, the reflection may appear distorted. Monstrous. False. Lies. But a threat? No.
This isn't a threat either. It's a promise. An oath.
If someone threatens my friends, I WILL defend them. And lately, people have been running their mouths, putting out enough rope to hang themselves. Sooner or later, you may trip up. Watch your necks, or your own actions will hang you. Not from me, though. I don't get off on autoerotic asphyxia. But I WILL ensure my friends are safeguarded. I don't suggest you threaten them again.
Oops.
Oh look kiddies, Krampus made a mistake! Oh, but wait...in the land of the invertebrates, you've made a mistake, you've made one, you...yep, you too...that one...mistake...mistake...mistake...hmm. Looks like a lot of that going around. But to say I attacked someone? Tch tch tch. SImply not true. Especially when I go through the trouble of actually trying to HELP someone by contacting the FBI and local constabulary about threats both about a friend, and someone whom in my opinion is an obnoxious, self-righteous, escalating in actions and potential violence, arrogant, self-editing so he doesn't believe he makes mistakes rules lawyer persona for RPG playing, human analog for an attempted irritant waste of a panty liner who threatened to destroy one of my friends, but doesn't deserve to die. What wondrous gratitude. Then again, I'm not sure I should expect anything more from someone who first challenged the leader of a group, only to have his head so far up the walking chimney's posterior as to taste his breakfast with a taint of hickory. Maybe that would explain the lack of flesh, it's jerky by now, but I could be mistaken.
So yes, I mentioned to the authorities that one individual I know but would NEVER be classified as a friend, was being threatened by someone else who looks familiar...it's that damned facial hair and structure, I've seen him somewhere before, not to mention boasting the training to be a killer...anyway, one individual threatened to kill another, and send the head to a friend of mine, involving them in a threat on someone's life. Now, despite the fact that I'd LOVE to hear the verbal diarrhea spewed from his cakehole silenced once and for all, I don't wish for my friend to be involved with someone's threat upon him. There was genuine danger, and it wouldn't be right to have this person's wife turned into a widow. So, once again, I did my civic duty and reported this threat to the authorities.
However, in my zeal, I made an oopsie. I made a post on my Myspace status that in taking this person's photo down, that I do not endorse federally charged cyber-stalkers. Or their accomplices. Now, that part is true, I don't endorse them. Worst kind of people, you know. But the mistake was, that particular person was NOT in fact charged with a federal statute of cyber-stalking. Nope, never arrested and charged with that. I mean, the mistake was honest enough to make. I mean, when you threaten to destroy someone, supposed joke or not, then the FBI looks into a threat against that individual, you'd think they'd look into that. So, I was wrong. For this, I retracted my statement, which yes, could be defamation of character. For this, I apologize. I'd be happy to call you by name to ensure how sincere I am, but somehow I don't think you'd like me saying that on an open forum, would you Smeagol? Nice artwork, by the way. But I'm no longer endorsing it, charges or not. John Wayne Gacy was a great artist too, but I'd hardly recommend his art be sold to benefit a clown college.
Alas, Krampus made a mistake, of which retraction and apology was issued. I see you're going on retirement, coming out long enough to state a defense. But now I've done the same as your benefactor, making a mistake and apologizing for it. So now at least Krampus is among the company of people you keep. And now in making a mistake, owning up for it and rectification, Krampus is now the perfect example to state that one should do more research and get the facts before posting. Especially if your primary business is rumor mongering. But you know, that's the risk when you hold up an inflammatory mirror, the reflection may appear distorted. Monstrous. False. Lies. But a threat? No.
This isn't a threat either. It's a promise. An oath.
If someone threatens my friends, I WILL defend them. And lately, people have been running their mouths, putting out enough rope to hang themselves. Sooner or later, you may trip up. Watch your necks, or your own actions will hang you. Not from me, though. I don't get off on autoerotic asphyxia. But I WILL ensure my friends are safeguarded. I don't suggest you threaten them again.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Real Life Anti-Heroes/Everybody Loves Krampus
Greetings and salutations readers!
My my my, a lot can happen in the space of a week and two broadcasts. I was pleased to be the last minute co-host on Creature Feature last night, no offense to Tiny Terror that had prior engagements. The discussions were fun and informative, and despite a miscommunication on behalf of Tothian on what he meant when he asked for a phone booth impression, things went rather well.
Among the points I was able to put forth to the RLSH and RLSV community was the contention between the actions of certain members. For those of you that were unable to listen to the show, it seems to me that there is a growing schism between members of the RLSH community doing real good and uplifting people such as DC's Guardian, people aiding in charity work or community activists, acting as inspiration to those around them, and a growing number of people who are being reported as dressing in costume, taking to the streets and striking first, without proof of criminal activity or ganging up on people in suspicious ways. Now, I am NOT saying that ALL members of the RLSH are doing this, and in some cases, people reporting criminals to the police as concerned citizens is all well and good. The problem I seem to hear more and more is fear. Fear of whether or not the people engaging in these activities have a strong grounding in reality or the law, and fear of innocent people being pulled into their actions, whether by friendly fire or reprisals by people with full capability and intent to harm and kill, and fear that the actions of vigilante mavericks may harm the reputation and cast a damning light upon those doing genuinely good works within the space of legality.
Since the problem appears to be in the labeling and association, I make a proposal of definition to the Real Life Superhero community. George Carlin once said that we as human beings(I'll forgive the fact he wasn't including Krampus in the human analogy, you dead fuck) think in terms and concepts of language. And if you can manipulate or control language, you can control thought. As attractive as mind control may be, 'tis not my goal at this time, nor do I wish to micro-manage. What I wish to address is a simple change of language. To separate the actions of positive role models in the community and people abiding to the Real Life Superhero status of being uplifting as opposed to the shadowy actions of those that threaten to besmirch them by acting as vigilantes, then I propose that the community call them what they really are. Real Life Anti-Heroes, the RLAH! Or if you don't like the name, Real Life Vigilante Heroes, or drop the hero from the name altogether. When I talked of this on Creature Feature, the response, after a pause of silence, was actually quite resounding and accepting. From what has been gathered, there are many in the RLSH community that classify their own actions as that of anti-hero anyway, and would accept the distinction. So whether you wish to call them RLAH or RLV's, I offer this choice of language to better define those in the community, allowing each to be recognized, and to be made distinct from one another in the minds of both participants in the community and observers from outside the communities.
I have submitted a copy of the above to the RLSH website, let us see if the name of the new terminology will take root. 'Twould be nice if I were the origin of such a distinction that may help to alleviate future errors in definition. Ah, only time will tell. In the meantime, I am quite pleased with the recent turn of events. One week I'm stealing the show, the next I'm the co-host! This is delicious! And apparently with the exception of one, my term RLAH was accepted by virtually all calling in. Now I know that some simply wish to break shit, and perhaps RSV would be more appropriate. But come now! With initials like RLAH, it would be easy to call the perpetrators Real Life Assholes! It writes itself! It also tickles me in dark places that I've apparently garners the same level of rabid fans as Howard Stern! There appears to be one who hasn't called in, but LOVES to comment on Krampus every time I speak. This rabid cheerleader seems to have the same fervor as anti-Stern listeners who can't help but listen to see what will be said next, but refuses to call. Almost a shame this individual loves to listen, but can't summon the testicular fortitude to speak without a keyboard. Ah well, we can't all be eloquent when asked to speak publicly. Can we?
Or should I say...can you?
Auf Wiedersehen, and may your nightmares remind you how wonderful it feels to be alive,
Krampus
My my my, a lot can happen in the space of a week and two broadcasts. I was pleased to be the last minute co-host on Creature Feature last night, no offense to Tiny Terror that had prior engagements. The discussions were fun and informative, and despite a miscommunication on behalf of Tothian on what he meant when he asked for a phone booth impression, things went rather well.
Among the points I was able to put forth to the RLSH and RLSV community was the contention between the actions of certain members. For those of you that were unable to listen to the show, it seems to me that there is a growing schism between members of the RLSH community doing real good and uplifting people such as DC's Guardian, people aiding in charity work or community activists, acting as inspiration to those around them, and a growing number of people who are being reported as dressing in costume, taking to the streets and striking first, without proof of criminal activity or ganging up on people in suspicious ways. Now, I am NOT saying that ALL members of the RLSH are doing this, and in some cases, people reporting criminals to the police as concerned citizens is all well and good. The problem I seem to hear more and more is fear. Fear of whether or not the people engaging in these activities have a strong grounding in reality or the law, and fear of innocent people being pulled into their actions, whether by friendly fire or reprisals by people with full capability and intent to harm and kill, and fear that the actions of vigilante mavericks may harm the reputation and cast a damning light upon those doing genuinely good works within the space of legality.
Since the problem appears to be in the labeling and association, I make a proposal of definition to the Real Life Superhero community. George Carlin once said that we as human beings(I'll forgive the fact he wasn't including Krampus in the human analogy, you dead fuck) think in terms and concepts of language. And if you can manipulate or control language, you can control thought. As attractive as mind control may be, 'tis not my goal at this time, nor do I wish to micro-manage. What I wish to address is a simple change of language. To separate the actions of positive role models in the community and people abiding to the Real Life Superhero status of being uplifting as opposed to the shadowy actions of those that threaten to besmirch them by acting as vigilantes, then I propose that the community call them what they really are. Real Life Anti-Heroes, the RLAH! Or if you don't like the name, Real Life Vigilante Heroes, or drop the hero from the name altogether. When I talked of this on Creature Feature, the response, after a pause of silence, was actually quite resounding and accepting. From what has been gathered, there are many in the RLSH community that classify their own actions as that of anti-hero anyway, and would accept the distinction. So whether you wish to call them RLAH or RLV's, I offer this choice of language to better define those in the community, allowing each to be recognized, and to be made distinct from one another in the minds of both participants in the community and observers from outside the communities.
I have submitted a copy of the above to the RLSH website, let us see if the name of the new terminology will take root. 'Twould be nice if I were the origin of such a distinction that may help to alleviate future errors in definition. Ah, only time will tell. In the meantime, I am quite pleased with the recent turn of events. One week I'm stealing the show, the next I'm the co-host! This is delicious! And apparently with the exception of one, my term RLAH was accepted by virtually all calling in. Now I know that some simply wish to break shit, and perhaps RSV would be more appropriate. But come now! With initials like RLAH, it would be easy to call the perpetrators Real Life Assholes! It writes itself! It also tickles me in dark places that I've apparently garners the same level of rabid fans as Howard Stern! There appears to be one who hasn't called in, but LOVES to comment on Krampus every time I speak. This rabid cheerleader seems to have the same fervor as anti-Stern listeners who can't help but listen to see what will be said next, but refuses to call. Almost a shame this individual loves to listen, but can't summon the testicular fortitude to speak without a keyboard. Ah well, we can't all be eloquent when asked to speak publicly. Can we?
Or should I say...can you?
Auf Wiedersehen, and may your nightmares remind you how wonderful it feels to be alive,
Krampus
Sunday, August 30, 2009
We will NEVER fuck, Skull!
Tonight was your show, dear boy. You were the featured guest on Creature Feature. It went well, you represented your organization well and even handled yourself with one liners and timing. Well done, dear boy. I bow to your place as the guest with respect.
Pint Sized Tyrant and I called in to engage you in conversation, and Executrix and Tiny Terror were wonderful hosts. Truth be told, had you not been scheduled to be on the show, I may not have joined otherwise. But it went well. Also, I was prepared for things to be less civil and more heated than it was, but it would seem that decorum shows that we CAN be civil to one another. A pleasant surprise.
I didn't expect however to seemingly steal the show. It would seem that several people on the show were taken by me. It was also a chance to level the field, now both of us have voices to use as templates as we read each other's words. The seeming attention doted upon me for my vocal tones and mimicry was a pleasant surprise. I also noticed the racial jibe and bait thrown out there. Clever, but shot down like clay pigeons.
'Twas a shame you had to retire early, my boy. It was also surprising to hear how people were seemingly becoming SEDUCED by my voice! I appreciate the compliments, even if I do not reciprocate the passions. It was also a surprise that at the end, I was thanked before you! Not my attention, I assure you. But perhaps I will call in again in the future, and we can continue our jousts should it be desired. The show was pleasant, it's been some time since I engaged in a broadcast roundtable.
Before attempting to retire before morning, I have a few things I'd like to say to help purge the adrenaline of tonight. You brought up a wonderful point in the history of Krampus, and the declaration of having no fear for not being a child was well done. But as I was interrupted by requests of my talents, I was unable to continue my tale. As I said, the Nazis engaged in looking into the occult. Part of the lost tale of Krampus was, the Nazis did in fact try to use the name of Krampus to frighten their enemies, while being wicked themselves. So Krampus engaged them in bloody, glorious combat. However, the lost tale is that in their practice, were able to temporarily contain Krampus, locking him away before punishing the slayers of the six million. Adolph as a child was missed, and should have been rectified. As Krampus Nacht grew into Krampus Nights, the followers sustained Krampus, growing in power, until fate and fortune allowed Krampus to be released. Now, there is much to make up for in the way of lost time. So in the past, Krampus went after the wicked child and women of loose morality. But the children grew into monsters, villains, terrors. The spoiled grew to throw parties and those that arrive with no gifts are seen as socially inept. Those on the Naughty list are rewarded? This is against the natural order. So now, the adults are also within the visions and ears of Krampus. There are no age limits in the twenty-first century. Time will tell if the scales will be balanced within a single lifetime.
And you've revealed some sensitive truths of yourself tonight, attraction to my voice aside. I can begin to see why some might grasp at straws of racial prejudice in past statements, but I wish to make this clear. I will NEVER hate you or another for race, skin tone, facial features, genealogy, religion, family or heritage. I have other reasons to do so by word and deed, by action and patterns perceived. Especially when the sites are targeting those I feel closest to. And unlike others in our circles who like to edit and hide away the truth(by the way, thanks for approving on the nickname 'Menstruating Mudworm' on air tonight, do you think it will catch on?), my posts remain, as I am resolute in my belief that only an idiot would have reacted as some have to my words. Grasping at straws, claiming malice where none could clearly be. There was no prejudice in my words, nor their intended targets. But they did make for quite the bait in reactions, didn't they? And you took it, as well as Mr. Menstruating. Something inflammatory and discerned to be threatening to invoke a reaction. We're both guilty of that. And I don't hide the fact. But, we were able to move past that tonight I believe. Or at least not to target each other's threats on air. I never expected the seduction though. I will agree with your stance on Psycho Anus the Rapist, the attention isn't reciprocated. No means no!
When it comes to perceived threats against those I care for, I am capable of terrible reprisals to defend them. Say what you will of me, but against those I care for and they me? Far worse. It would be the same feeling if someone said something about your lovely wife and family. That feeling in your gut, the growing desire to snatch the tongue from the head of anyone saying a word against them? I feel the same for my clan, biological and extended. And they were threatened earlier this year. We both feel strongly for those we care for. You for yours and ROACH, I for my people. We're both capable of civility and carnage in the defense for our territories. I am not apologizing nor asking for one. But tonight, we were able to speak on civil terms, in witness of the aether of the internet, and the growing audience for a show featuring you as a guest. You should be proud.
I STILL will NEVER fuck you, though. I know, maybe I'm a tease. Deal with it.
Until next time, Auf Wiedersehen, and may your nightmares remind you how wonderful it feels to be alive, much like tonight was,
Krampus
Pint Sized Tyrant and I called in to engage you in conversation, and Executrix and Tiny Terror were wonderful hosts. Truth be told, had you not been scheduled to be on the show, I may not have joined otherwise. But it went well. Also, I was prepared for things to be less civil and more heated than it was, but it would seem that decorum shows that we CAN be civil to one another. A pleasant surprise.
I didn't expect however to seemingly steal the show. It would seem that several people on the show were taken by me. It was also a chance to level the field, now both of us have voices to use as templates as we read each other's words. The seeming attention doted upon me for my vocal tones and mimicry was a pleasant surprise. I also noticed the racial jibe and bait thrown out there. Clever, but shot down like clay pigeons.
'Twas a shame you had to retire early, my boy. It was also surprising to hear how people were seemingly becoming SEDUCED by my voice! I appreciate the compliments, even if I do not reciprocate the passions. It was also a surprise that at the end, I was thanked before you! Not my attention, I assure you. But perhaps I will call in again in the future, and we can continue our jousts should it be desired. The show was pleasant, it's been some time since I engaged in a broadcast roundtable.
Before attempting to retire before morning, I have a few things I'd like to say to help purge the adrenaline of tonight. You brought up a wonderful point in the history of Krampus, and the declaration of having no fear for not being a child was well done. But as I was interrupted by requests of my talents, I was unable to continue my tale. As I said, the Nazis engaged in looking into the occult. Part of the lost tale of Krampus was, the Nazis did in fact try to use the name of Krampus to frighten their enemies, while being wicked themselves. So Krampus engaged them in bloody, glorious combat. However, the lost tale is that in their practice, were able to temporarily contain Krampus, locking him away before punishing the slayers of the six million. Adolph as a child was missed, and should have been rectified. As Krampus Nacht grew into Krampus Nights, the followers sustained Krampus, growing in power, until fate and fortune allowed Krampus to be released. Now, there is much to make up for in the way of lost time. So in the past, Krampus went after the wicked child and women of loose morality. But the children grew into monsters, villains, terrors. The spoiled grew to throw parties and those that arrive with no gifts are seen as socially inept. Those on the Naughty list are rewarded? This is against the natural order. So now, the adults are also within the visions and ears of Krampus. There are no age limits in the twenty-first century. Time will tell if the scales will be balanced within a single lifetime.
And you've revealed some sensitive truths of yourself tonight, attraction to my voice aside. I can begin to see why some might grasp at straws of racial prejudice in past statements, but I wish to make this clear. I will NEVER hate you or another for race, skin tone, facial features, genealogy, religion, family or heritage. I have other reasons to do so by word and deed, by action and patterns perceived. Especially when the sites are targeting those I feel closest to. And unlike others in our circles who like to edit and hide away the truth(by the way, thanks for approving on the nickname 'Menstruating Mudworm' on air tonight, do you think it will catch on?), my posts remain, as I am resolute in my belief that only an idiot would have reacted as some have to my words. Grasping at straws, claiming malice where none could clearly be. There was no prejudice in my words, nor their intended targets. But they did make for quite the bait in reactions, didn't they? And you took it, as well as Mr. Menstruating. Something inflammatory and discerned to be threatening to invoke a reaction. We're both guilty of that. And I don't hide the fact. But, we were able to move past that tonight I believe. Or at least not to target each other's threats on air. I never expected the seduction though. I will agree with your stance on Psycho Anus the Rapist, the attention isn't reciprocated. No means no!
When it comes to perceived threats against those I care for, I am capable of terrible reprisals to defend them. Say what you will of me, but against those I care for and they me? Far worse. It would be the same feeling if someone said something about your lovely wife and family. That feeling in your gut, the growing desire to snatch the tongue from the head of anyone saying a word against them? I feel the same for my clan, biological and extended. And they were threatened earlier this year. We both feel strongly for those we care for. You for yours and ROACH, I for my people. We're both capable of civility and carnage in the defense for our territories. I am not apologizing nor asking for one. But tonight, we were able to speak on civil terms, in witness of the aether of the internet, and the growing audience for a show featuring you as a guest. You should be proud.
I STILL will NEVER fuck you, though. I know, maybe I'm a tease. Deal with it.
Until next time, Auf Wiedersehen, and may your nightmares remind you how wonderful it feels to be alive, much like tonight was,
Krampus
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
The Death(s) of(in) Reality TV
*sigh* Who does one have to mutilate to get a good season's hibernation 'round here? Krampus was prepared to turn in after the summer's fracas, and sleep may yet come. But much like Keith and Monty Colburn aboard the Wizard, my roommate knew this was one blood soaked walrus herd I'd have been enraged if missed. And oh, what a bloody herd it is.
Given my interest in Schadenfreude, it's suffice to say that reality television has been a ripe harvest waiting to happen. People nearly drowning on game shows and suffering permanent damage, brawls captured on digital media, it's a veritable on the same tracks multiple train wreck waiting to happen in full, glorious bloody color. And all it would take would be the weight of multiple tragedies, or one large one, to silence the rampant 'reality'. Has that finality finally occurred? Time will tell, but this is a veritable mudshow circus of sex and gore!
VH1's rampant recycling of reality show contestants can occasionally bring forth entertainment. Let us look at Megan Hauserman, if only briefly. A woman getting her reality's first injection on Beauty and the Geek, she moved on, unable to find love on Rock of Love, the hard rock's version of Flavor of Love only without the roast on Comedy Central. Then showing that she's more than a bikini on I Love Money by showing the epitome of manipulative women showing cunning, intelligence beyond her exterior and mentally challenged dog, failed to win the prize when confronted by the peers she helped to eliminate. Then on Rock of Love Charm School, Megan went onto boast that her most lucrative goal for her future would be to play the role of trophy wife for a rich man. She also acted a drunken mess, daring to belittle Sharon Osbourne's family at the reunion show, resulting in a drink thrown all over her. A hot, wet mess that her friend Brandi C. seemed to see coming.
So Megan, in her own charm and VH1's need to milk ratings like hungry fingers in a hospital's enlarged prostate ward, managed to get her own show originally titled Megan Hauserman: Trophy Wife, renamed Megan Wants a Millionaire. I can't help but laugh at how closely Megan may have dodged a bullet, or a strangulation and mutilation and becoming a trophy for a killer. You see, one of the respective millionaires on the show was Ryan Alexander Jenkins, dubbed the 'smooth operator'. It's said that he actually made it into the top three on the show. Oh, spoiler alert. But a funny thing happened to bring the wrong publicity to the show.
At first, when Ryan's freshly married then annulled ex-wife Jasmine Fiore's body was found naked, in a suitcase and in a dumpster, he was wanted for questioning. Then when more details came out, he was a full fledged suspect. You see, no one could immediately tell it was Jasmine. Whoever strangled her also cut her fingers off, and pulled her teeth out to prevent identification! Isn't that fucking meticulous? A crime of passion is one thing. But to sever each finger, and pull out 32 teeth out of a woman's dead head? I wonder if the body's eyes were still open at the time? Could you imagine someone mutilating a body with those vacant eyes staring up at you?
Here comes the part that can only be made in glamour and beauty obsessed Hollywood and Vegas. Do you know how they identified the body? By comparing the serial number on her breast implants! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! Oh, that tickles me in dark places. So Ryan Jenkins, no relation to Leeroy Jenkins I'm sure...but how funny would that be if they were? As he lunges for her throat, screaming:
"All right bitch, let's do this! RYAAAAAAAAN....JEEENNKINNNSSSSS!!!!"
Hehehehe, you simply have to appreciate the humor in all this. Apparently Ryan and Jasmine were last seen together and she alive in a hotel in San Diego. That's right, San Diego. And people have the gall to wonder why I became so defensive of potential sociopaths in vicinity of my friends. And you know, they have yet to find her car, her fingers or her teeth. What happened to them? Were they thrown away, ground up, given to dogs or other animals to feast upon? Or maybe the local cannibal union had finger sandwiches, or dipped them in chocolate for ladyfingers. Teeth aside for making some child a mint from the tooth fairy, where is the car and fingers? Will someone's stomach have to be pumped to recover evidence?
Later, Ryan was found in a dive of a hotel in Calgary, supposedly paid for by a mysterious woman. Was it an old friend of Ryan's? Megan? Maybe the Tooth Fairy? Who knows. But the manhunt ended when Ryan was found, a victim of apparent suicide, hanging by a coat rack by his belt. What is it with sociopathic Canucks anyway? First Benoit and his family, now this. No resolution or trial for closure, no, these selfish afterbirths belched from bleeding cunts leave the justice system hanging. Like David Carradine without the happy ending.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! Oh come now, that was a good one!
You see, THIS is the kind of monster, the type of mind hiding behind smiles and charms, of a facade while the true monster rises underneath that attracts Krampus. These kinds of late term abortions that could have been are the kind to beware. Krampus must catch up on lost time in the future. But now, the show Megan Wants a Millionaire, of which I swore not to watch out of principal and fear of my eyes vomiting from the ridiculous, and I Love Money 3 which Ryan also filmed, has been cancelled. So now the poor soul who actually DID win that show will never receive their payment they have earned. One man, a horrific crime, two shows destroyed. Should we give him a medal posthumously? No, of course not. But we may be looking at the single largest trigger event to see what happens to reality television. Time will tell.
In the meantime, out of respect to the family of Ms. Fiore, the shows featuring Ryan will be pulled from air. But you know, one can't help but look at the greater size of the scale. Was there an accomplice that helped Ryan, and he ran out of suspicion? What happened to the car, fingers and teeth? Who actually removed them? Did the mystery accomplice actually dispose of Ryan and make it look like suicide? Ryan's family insist that Ryan wasn't the man who did this, or he became involved with the wrong crowd. Who knows. But this is not over, ladies and gentlemen. Someone will no doubt sell the rights to this story and we'll see a prime time made for tv movie about all this in the future. From reality to prime time! And I also can't help but appreciate the mystery and potential supernatural aspects of this story. From a glance, it would appear that Ryan became possessed, committed this heinous act, became conscious of it and paid the price for what 'he' had done. It sounds like something we'd see the Winchester boys investigating Thursday nights in the fall.
One thing is for certain, this should affect the outcome of reailty and celebreality television in the future. Tighter background checks, stronger anti-violence guidelines, perhaps an elimination of the more cost-effective shows altogether. Perhaps not. In the meantime, families mourn, potential victims go on anti-anxiety medication, and their television careers remain in limbo. All while people actually would tune in to watch the now canceled shows just to play armchair detective, looking for signs of Ryan's mania in editing. Don't get me wrong, I agree that what happened to Jasmine is a tragedy. The kind that Krampus exists to confront. But since I don't know her, and all this comes from the aether of digital broadcast and the internet, at least I can find entertainment in the story. Just like everyone else. But I have the courage to admit it aloud.
I feel a compulsion to share some of the lyrics to a wonderful song by Tool. It's called Vicarious. I dedicate this to the cowards that live as the song suggests, playing voyeur and jury, but have difficulty in seeing the entire show due to the vantage point within the closet they peek from. I suppose it's hard to get a flat screen into the same area where your winter clothes are.
Eye on the TV
Cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavor
It happens to be
Like:
"Killed by the husband"
"Drowned by the ocean"
"Shot by his own son"
"She used a poison in his tea
And kissed him goodbye"
That's my kind of story.
It's no fun 'til someone dies
Don't look at me like
I am a monster
Frown out your one face
But with the other
Stare like a junkie
Into the TV
Stare like a zombie
While the mother holds her child,
Watches him die
Hands to the sky crying,
"Why, oh why!"
Cause I need to watch things die
From a distance
Vicariously, I
Live while the whole world dies
You all need it too - don't lie.
Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit it?
We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'
Neither the brave nor bold
Will write as the stories told
We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'
I need to watch things die
From a good safe distance
Vicariously, I
Live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same so
Why can't we just admit it
Blood like rain, come down
Drum on grave and ground
Part vampire
Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
Stare at the transmitter
Synched to the death rattle...
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie
Credulous at best your desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men
Pull your head on out
Your hippy beliefs and give a listen
Shouldn't have to say it all again
The universe is hostile
So impersonal
Devour to survive
So it is, so it's always been...
We all feed on tragedy
It's like blood to a vampire
Vicariously, I
Live while the whole world dies
Much better you than I.
Given my interest in Schadenfreude, it's suffice to say that reality television has been a ripe harvest waiting to happen. People nearly drowning on game shows and suffering permanent damage, brawls captured on digital media, it's a veritable on the same tracks multiple train wreck waiting to happen in full, glorious bloody color. And all it would take would be the weight of multiple tragedies, or one large one, to silence the rampant 'reality'. Has that finality finally occurred? Time will tell, but this is a veritable mudshow circus of sex and gore!
VH1's rampant recycling of reality show contestants can occasionally bring forth entertainment. Let us look at Megan Hauserman, if only briefly. A woman getting her reality's first injection on Beauty and the Geek, she moved on, unable to find love on Rock of Love, the hard rock's version of Flavor of Love only without the roast on Comedy Central. Then showing that she's more than a bikini on I Love Money by showing the epitome of manipulative women showing cunning, intelligence beyond her exterior and mentally challenged dog, failed to win the prize when confronted by the peers she helped to eliminate. Then on Rock of Love Charm School, Megan went onto boast that her most lucrative goal for her future would be to play the role of trophy wife for a rich man. She also acted a drunken mess, daring to belittle Sharon Osbourne's family at the reunion show, resulting in a drink thrown all over her. A hot, wet mess that her friend Brandi C. seemed to see coming.
So Megan, in her own charm and VH1's need to milk ratings like hungry fingers in a hospital's enlarged prostate ward, managed to get her own show originally titled Megan Hauserman: Trophy Wife, renamed Megan Wants a Millionaire. I can't help but laugh at how closely Megan may have dodged a bullet, or a strangulation and mutilation and becoming a trophy for a killer. You see, one of the respective millionaires on the show was Ryan Alexander Jenkins, dubbed the 'smooth operator'. It's said that he actually made it into the top three on the show. Oh, spoiler alert. But a funny thing happened to bring the wrong publicity to the show.
At first, when Ryan's freshly married then annulled ex-wife Jasmine Fiore's body was found naked, in a suitcase and in a dumpster, he was wanted for questioning. Then when more details came out, he was a full fledged suspect. You see, no one could immediately tell it was Jasmine. Whoever strangled her also cut her fingers off, and pulled her teeth out to prevent identification! Isn't that fucking meticulous? A crime of passion is one thing. But to sever each finger, and pull out 32 teeth out of a woman's dead head? I wonder if the body's eyes were still open at the time? Could you imagine someone mutilating a body with those vacant eyes staring up at you?
Here comes the part that can only be made in glamour and beauty obsessed Hollywood and Vegas. Do you know how they identified the body? By comparing the serial number on her breast implants! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! Oh, that tickles me in dark places. So Ryan Jenkins, no relation to Leeroy Jenkins I'm sure...but how funny would that be if they were? As he lunges for her throat, screaming:
"All right bitch, let's do this! RYAAAAAAAAN....JEEENNKINNNSSSSS!!!!"
Hehehehe, you simply have to appreciate the humor in all this. Apparently Ryan and Jasmine were last seen together and she alive in a hotel in San Diego. That's right, San Diego. And people have the gall to wonder why I became so defensive of potential sociopaths in vicinity of my friends. And you know, they have yet to find her car, her fingers or her teeth. What happened to them? Were they thrown away, ground up, given to dogs or other animals to feast upon? Or maybe the local cannibal union had finger sandwiches, or dipped them in chocolate for ladyfingers. Teeth aside for making some child a mint from the tooth fairy, where is the car and fingers? Will someone's stomach have to be pumped to recover evidence?
Later, Ryan was found in a dive of a hotel in Calgary, supposedly paid for by a mysterious woman. Was it an old friend of Ryan's? Megan? Maybe the Tooth Fairy? Who knows. But the manhunt ended when Ryan was found, a victim of apparent suicide, hanging by a coat rack by his belt. What is it with sociopathic Canucks anyway? First Benoit and his family, now this. No resolution or trial for closure, no, these selfish afterbirths belched from bleeding cunts leave the justice system hanging. Like David Carradine without the happy ending.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! Oh come now, that was a good one!
You see, THIS is the kind of monster, the type of mind hiding behind smiles and charms, of a facade while the true monster rises underneath that attracts Krampus. These kinds of late term abortions that could have been are the kind to beware. Krampus must catch up on lost time in the future. But now, the show Megan Wants a Millionaire, of which I swore not to watch out of principal and fear of my eyes vomiting from the ridiculous, and I Love Money 3 which Ryan also filmed, has been cancelled. So now the poor soul who actually DID win that show will never receive their payment they have earned. One man, a horrific crime, two shows destroyed. Should we give him a medal posthumously? No, of course not. But we may be looking at the single largest trigger event to see what happens to reality television. Time will tell.
In the meantime, out of respect to the family of Ms. Fiore, the shows featuring Ryan will be pulled from air. But you know, one can't help but look at the greater size of the scale. Was there an accomplice that helped Ryan, and he ran out of suspicion? What happened to the car, fingers and teeth? Who actually removed them? Did the mystery accomplice actually dispose of Ryan and make it look like suicide? Ryan's family insist that Ryan wasn't the man who did this, or he became involved with the wrong crowd. Who knows. But this is not over, ladies and gentlemen. Someone will no doubt sell the rights to this story and we'll see a prime time made for tv movie about all this in the future. From reality to prime time! And I also can't help but appreciate the mystery and potential supernatural aspects of this story. From a glance, it would appear that Ryan became possessed, committed this heinous act, became conscious of it and paid the price for what 'he' had done. It sounds like something we'd see the Winchester boys investigating Thursday nights in the fall.
One thing is for certain, this should affect the outcome of reailty and celebreality television in the future. Tighter background checks, stronger anti-violence guidelines, perhaps an elimination of the more cost-effective shows altogether. Perhaps not. In the meantime, families mourn, potential victims go on anti-anxiety medication, and their television careers remain in limbo. All while people actually would tune in to watch the now canceled shows just to play armchair detective, looking for signs of Ryan's mania in editing. Don't get me wrong, I agree that what happened to Jasmine is a tragedy. The kind that Krampus exists to confront. But since I don't know her, and all this comes from the aether of digital broadcast and the internet, at least I can find entertainment in the story. Just like everyone else. But I have the courage to admit it aloud.
I feel a compulsion to share some of the lyrics to a wonderful song by Tool. It's called Vicarious. I dedicate this to the cowards that live as the song suggests, playing voyeur and jury, but have difficulty in seeing the entire show due to the vantage point within the closet they peek from. I suppose it's hard to get a flat screen into the same area where your winter clothes are.
Eye on the TV
Cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavor
It happens to be
Like:
"Killed by the husband"
"Drowned by the ocean"
"Shot by his own son"
"She used a poison in his tea
And kissed him goodbye"
That's my kind of story.
It's no fun 'til someone dies
Don't look at me like
I am a monster
Frown out your one face
But with the other
Stare like a junkie
Into the TV
Stare like a zombie
While the mother holds her child,
Watches him die
Hands to the sky crying,
"Why, oh why!"
Cause I need to watch things die
From a distance
Vicariously, I
Live while the whole world dies
You all need it too - don't lie.
Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit it?
We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'
Neither the brave nor bold
Will write as the stories told
We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'
I need to watch things die
From a good safe distance
Vicariously, I
Live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same so
Why can't we just admit it
Blood like rain, come down
Drum on grave and ground
Part vampire
Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
Stare at the transmitter
Synched to the death rattle...
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie
Credulous at best your desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men
Pull your head on out
Your hippy beliefs and give a listen
Shouldn't have to say it all again
The universe is hostile
So impersonal
Devour to survive
So it is, so it's always been...
We all feed on tragedy
It's like blood to a vampire
Vicariously, I
Live while the whole world dies
Much better you than I.
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