Monthly Archives: June 2020

Taking the day off due to societal disgust, or, for you, dear reader, since I know you’re up on your Latin: contemptus mundi.  If you didn’t happen to make Latin class for those four miserable high school years, then I’ll refer you to Wordsworth (or at least a paraphrase): the world is too much with me.
This calls for a drug-induced coma…just for 8 hours or so.  And then, tomorrow, we rise, and drain our pens of bitter ink.  Unless, of course, everything is still overwhelmingly shitty and stupid tomorrow, in which case I might take another day off and just roll the coma over.

N.P.: “Black Hop на районе” – Uratsakidogi

When the police talk with you politely for 25 minutes, administer a sobriety test (also politely), and you fail, they are going to arrest you.  Had you passed the test, they would not arrest you.  But you didn’t pass the test.  So when they go to cuff you, you decide to resist and start fighting with the police.  You knock two of them to the ground, and steal the weapon of the police officer, and then turn to use that weapon against the police, you are going to be shot and likely killed.  The races and genders of anybody involved in such an incident are irrelevant.

N.P.: “Cheat on the Church” – Graveyard BBQ

The goddamn Guinea Worm is back!  After having been essentially eradicated in Africa where they had plagued the continent since Biblical times, this nasty parasitic sonovabitch has suddenly resurfaced…but not in Africa.  Nope.  Thousands of miles away, way the hell over in Vietnam!  Impossible, you say?  So do I!  But according to some Vietnamese doctors, that’s exactly what’s going on.
Have I ever told you about the Guinea Worm, dear reader?  This pernicious parasite infects humans through contaminated drinking water as larvae, make their ways into the abdomen, grow into adults, and mate.  Then, when she She-Beast is ready to deliver, she makes her way rather aggressively south, down toward the legs and feet.  Keep in mind that an adult female Guinea Worm is 2.5 -3 feet long.  Yeah.  And but so anyway when this evil awful thing gets ready to deliver, she very aggressively heads toward the nearest surface (out the side of the thigh or calf, sometimes out of the bottom of the foot), and comes bursting through the skin, pissed off, jaws snapping…imagine it, reader….fucking horrible.
Anyway, this whole bursting-through-the-skin thing apparently causes the owner of the leg skin to feel an intolerable, searing burn at the worm exit hole, and the burning pain sends most mortals running/limping for the nearest body of water (and in Africa, there was maybe a pond for a village to use for everything, including drinking water).  So whomever jumps into the village water supply and at that very moment, the Worm squirts it’s larvae into the water, so now anybody who drinks from that pond will be infected with worms.  Which they were.  It was not uncommon for entire villages to have myriad of these hateful things hanging out of their legs, causing excruciating pain, and all they can do is drag themselves, limping, crawling, or being carried, to whatever sort of doctor is around.  All the doctor can do is go to each worm, wrap it around a pencil, and pull the worm out without killing it, usually no more than an inch a day.  And the pulling of the worm somehow causes the already excruciating pain to get even worse.
It’s the absolute worst.  But somehow, through the miracles of modern western medical science, the Guinea Worm was thought to have been eradicated and made extinct.  But now, here comes Vietnam wanted to get in on the action.  Apparently investigations are ongoing to determine if what they have there is actually a Guinea Worm, some sort of new Asian parasite worm, or maybe something else entirely.

N.P.: “Hoochie Koochie Lady” – Elf

Here’s why I don’t like “protests” in America: they are the easy way out.  And they are also pointless, ineffectual, and chickenshit.  They are “doing something“ without having to bother with coming up with an actual solution or do much of anything at all, really. This all stems from yeah idea really came about in the 60s, that America is composed of “us“ and “them“. There are politicians and then there are people. There are the police and then there is the public. It’s as if there were separate classes that you had to be born into, otherwise you were not and would never be part of the other group. “We” would never be “Them.”  And this leads to all manner of fallacious reasoning and erroneous conclusions. And it leads to a feeling of helplessness.  Of hopeless defeatism.  Hence, protests.

Is there is no us and them. It’s all Us. They are Us.  If you really want to change something, then go change it. If you feel that passionately about a situation, maybe rather than walking in circles in the streets, protesting, bitching, and complaining, without offering a single solution to the issue, you can just go in and fix the issue. Rather than pointlessly stopping traffic to protest police violence, why not become a police officer? The chief of the Dallas Police Dept has said that if you can pass their selection and get through the academy, he will put you in your own neighborhood to patrol.  In other words, “if you have a problem with the way your neighborhood is policed, and you think you could do a better job, then be our guest.”  If you don”t like what’s going on politically, and think you could do better, then run for office.

“But I can’t do that…I’ve got a degree and a career and that’s my calling and I’ve got a family and…”  blah blah blah.  So you’re not that upset about what you’re protesting.  Not really.  Just enough to go join the other lemmings so you can get your virtue-signaling in, let all your weak-minded friends see you protesting, and then you’re done.  Which is why it is all absolute bullshit.  And everybody who is not duped by whatever false narrative is controlling you idiots at the moment see right through it.  Go become a cop you want patrolling your neighborhood.   Run for office and become the politician you want governing your people.  Or shut the fuck up.

N.P.: “Stossgebet” – Eisbrecher

So, I’m 95% sure that I’m changing the name of the book.  You know, The Book…the big one.  The non-fiction one.  The title I’ve had for it is amazing from a literary perspective, and it will still get used, maybe as a chapter title or something, but it was not at all representative of the book, and just going by that title, no one would know what the hell the book was about.  But there’s this other title that’s been floating around for a while, but I was so enamored with the first one that I just kind of ignored it.  And it’s good…it sounds good, looks good on the page, and it pretty much spells out exactly what the book is about.  So from a commercial standpoint, changing the title is absolutely the thing to do.
Unfortunately, now I really can’t reveal the title until it’s sold with a hard publishing date.
I can tell you the book was almost called “Titties.”  That came from a drunken night with my editor, when I was hollering about the experience I’d had with my first book, when I put “Viagra” in the title.  In addition to hollering, I remember occasionally pounding on the table to accentuate the general state of things. The bulk of the book had nothing to do with Viagra, but I spent not an insignificant amount of time various national TV shows being interviewed about recreational Viagra use.   I declared back then that if I’m going to become the poster boy for whatever I put in the title, regardless of the content or subject matter of the book, then the title of my next book is definitely going to be “Titties.”
Alas, ’twas not to be.  At least not this book.
So now, hopefully, things will start coming together kind of quickly with this book.  It’s been an amorphous mess up to this point…the new title will serve nicely to refine and limit the focus of things.

N.P.: “Christian Woman” – Type O Negative

One of the very few things I Know to be True is that life, the universe, and everything operates as a pendulum.  As far as it may go in one direction, it will come back and go just as far in the opposite direction.  The pendulum can be pushed and pulled and forced to go farther than normal in a direction, but it cannot then be subsequently stopped from returning farther than normal in the other direction.  Something I’ve noticed in my brief time on this planet is that people who understand the way the Great Pendulum works tend to leave it the fuck alone.  They understand that while it is possible to manipulate the pendulum, any and every manipulation will inevitably, inescapably result in an equal and directly opposite reaction, not only undoing whatever progress was made bringing the pendulum further in the desired direction, but making things worse when the pendulum then goes deep in the opposite direction, even farther away from the original desired goal.  Conversely, the people I’ve seen who discover their ability to manipulate the pendulum and then think they can actually take over and control the behavior of the pendulum.  And it is always amusing to watch the shock cross their faces when the pendulum comes slamming back, hits the back of their already soft skulls and violently takes them out.
Two examples that come to mind of this phenomena in nature (keeping in mind my definitely of nature is likely fundamentally different from yours):  If you ever find yourself in a nuclear explosion, you’ll notice that initial blast packs a hell of a wallop: knocks over everything that it doesn’t vaporize.  Buildings, trains, forests, everything.  The things that escape vaporization and survive the initial blast might feel a tad cocky in that moment, but that is the last thing they will feel, because a shock wave the size of one from a nuclear explosion…all that energy going elsewhere instantly creates an inescapable vacuum, and it is as if there is another shock wave going in the opposite direction.  Anything that did survive or manage to stay put through the initial shock wave was weakened, and thus, not able to survive another shock wave in the opposite direction.  It the second wave, or the reaction to the initial action that finished a lot of things off.  A second example would be a hurricane: at first, black skies and unbelievably strong winds and bullet rain in one direction.  Then calm.  Sunshine.  The eye.  You think it’s over, that you survived, and then, the skies blacken again, but now the wind and rain are slamming into your life from the other direction!  And again, things already weakened from the first wave are usually in no shape to survive the second, opposite wave.
So it is with everything.  If you interfere with the pendulum of society and push it much out of its usual arc, there is going to be an equal and opposite reaction.

Mobs and radical movements always eat their own.  Always.  Which is something that the various cowering corporate entities presently desperately pandering to anyone will listen with meaningless and masturbatory virtue signaling completely fail to understand.  And it going to cost them in ways they can’t even imagine.  This LiveLeak video of idiots illustrates my point rather perfectly:

Jeff Bezos, Guitar Center, A&E, and the Paramount Network are the high-fivin’ white guys who have been totally engrossed in a marathon game of beer pong until about 2 seconds ago when they here politically correct bleating in the street and thought it they just stood in the window and gave the mob a big thumbs up that they’d be left alone.  What is not illustrated in the video is the landlord the high-fivin’ white guys are now going to call to try to get to come out and repair their busted-ass windows in the middle of the night.  The landlord is the demographic of loyal customers than have been sustaining your business for decades that you permanently alienated through your bullshitty and hypocritical virtue signalling early in the day.  “Fuck you and your windows,” the landlord would say.  At least that’s what I’d say.  You picked your side, your side broke your windows out.  Now you need to live with it.
Guitar Center has lost my business permanently.  I was a big fan of A&E until it was revealed earlier in the day that the network is run by spineless morons.  So no more A&E.  They were the only reason I was keeping cable.  So now I can get rid of cable.  I did have some dealings, or at least talks of dealings, with Paramount shortly after my first book came out, back when they were calling themselves Spike and attempting to market themselves as a men’s channel.  There will be no dealings with them in the future.

That spineless, nutless coward of a lieutenant in the NYPD that knelt down before the throbbing mob last week has now apologized for being a twat.  Robert Cattani emailed his “fellow officers” (if I were a cop in his precinct, him referring to me as a “fellow officer” would piss me off….we ain’t fellow anything, you undignified turd), saying, “the cop in me wants to kick my own ass.”  The cop in me wants to kick your ass, and I’m not even a cop.  In the email, Cattani expressed regret for his “horrible decision to give into a crowd of protesters’ demands.”  He continued, “The conditions prior to the decision to kneel were very difficult  as we were put center stage with the entire crowd chanting.”  Holy Jesus.  I’m sure it’s been a while since the academy, but surely, lieutenant, at some point in your training or career somebody must have told you that occasionally you will be asked to deal with large crowds who will be chanting.  They might even use colorful language.  They might even have bad breath.  It’s gonna  be scary, but whatever they come at you with, you’ve gotta stand your ground.  Didn’t they?  “I know I made the wrong decision.  We didn’t know how the protesters would have reacted if we didn’t and were attempting to reduce any extra violence.  I thought maybe that one protester/rioters who saw it would later think twice about fighting or hurting a cop.  I was wrong.  At least that [sic] what I told myself when we made that bad decision.  I know that it was wrong and something I will be shamed and humiliated about for the rest of my life.  We all know that a-hole in Minneapolis was wrong.  Yet we don’t concede for other officers’ mistakes.  I do not place blame on anyone other than myself for not standing my ground.”  Well, that’s might big of you, Bobbi.  “I could not imagine the idea of ever coming back to work and putting on the uniform I so wrongly shamed.  However, I decided that was the easy way out for me and I will continue to come to work every day being there for my personnel.”  Unless, of course, a big crowd shows up and god forbid starts chanting, and then all bets are off.

I guess the guy gets a point for acknowledging his testicular deficit and apologizing.  But I saw a lot of cops kneeling.  I saw a lot of citizens kneeling.  They all owe humiliated and shamed grovelling apologies to their fellow officers and fellow citizens.  But I seriously don’t understand how they can live with themselves, having to wake up every day for the rest of forever and have the face they see in the mirror be that of a coward.

N.P.: “Pretty Vacant – Live From Finsbury Park, London/1996” – Sex Pistols