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
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
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
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