It's all around you, like smog. This train isn't bound for glory.
Background by Deak Ferrand, who pwnz.
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I am not at war with the universe - though that doesn't mean I have to like it.That's the trouble with ravers and Discordians; they insist upon liking it. The disciples of sweetness and light are characterized by grasping desperation. (And no, I'm not against it, either. Didn't I already say . . . (More)
"Don't you know there's a war going on?" - 1960s commonplace So you're all up in arms because the miiddle class is becoming poor? Or, to be candid, because it is becoming less middle-class? I don't give a loose shit. You didn't care about us, when we were the wretched, and you weren't. A . . . (More)
To be honest, I am disappointed by the thought of Kim and Thurston going through the governmental procedure of marriage - much less the governmental procedure of divorce! It strikes me as the least punk-rawk way possible of managing one's relationships and romantic and sex lives. Bastard and . . . (More)
The mental health industry has a long history, much of it politically implicated by, oh, for example, Foucault - curiously intertwined with the history of those institutions of CONTROL the government and the church. For an uncomfortably close instance of a form of authority making use of . . . (More)
For once, and for all, the corporations aren't the problem. The multi-national corporations are simply the vehicle by means of which the European and American middle class destroys the planet and murders the Third World to empower itself to shove junk food into its slack face while wat . . . (More)
I am as excited as a thirteen-year-old girl going to a Justin Bieber concert, because Crispin Hellion Glover (yes, that is his birth name) is going to be in town with his travelling movie/slide/talk hootenanny thing. Mr. Glover is an artist, writer, musician, filmmaker, etc., who funds . . . (More)
Dramatis Personae: A: A new DJ, starting his or her first shift. B: Radio producer, easing A into the routine. [B is preparing to leave, having guided A into seat and headset, indicated the controls, and so forth. Off air:] B: So you should be OK? [rising] A: [grasps B's a . . . (More)
It is very difficult - for US - to see what is directly in front of our faces. So what IS? Short version: Everything is terrible, and there is no hope. That should send most of you scurrying off to look at porn. Have a nice day, meat puppets. Let's start with the Great Pacific G . . . (More)
No-one wants to admit the fundamental problem. People on balance are ignorant, foolish, arguably retarded, malicious, and crazy; to this all the world's problems can be traced. (I do not necessarily exclude myself from these judgments.) Anyone who spots this fact has to bear the burden of . . . (More)