it's just a ride[views:63633][posts:187]_____________________________________ [Feb 11,2006 8:09am - badsneakers ""] huh.. I thought this was going to be about the Iann Robinson DJ night at the Reel Bar in Allston that goes by the title "Its Just a Ride" |
| _________________________________________________ [Feb 11,2006 11:12am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] badsneakers said:huh.. I thought this was going to be about the Iann Robinson DJ night at the Reel Bar in Allston that goes by the title "Its Just a Ride" yeah def negatory !!!! |
| ________________________________________________ [Feb 12,2006 7:23am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] it's after the end of the world, don't you know that yet ! |
| ________________________________________________ [Feb 12,2006 7:28am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid-term. The answer was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, which is why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it. Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)? Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law, (gas cools when it expands and heats up when it is compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following: "First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing over time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate they are leaving. I think we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave; therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, lets look at the different religions of the world. Some of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there are more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay constant, the volume of Hell has to expand as souls are added. This allows for two possibilities: 1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose. 2. Of course, if Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over. So is it #1 or #2? If we accept the postulate given to me by Ms. Teresa Banyan during my freshman year, "...that it will be a cold day in Hell before I go out with you." -- and take into account the fact that I still have not succeeded in winning Ms. Banyan's affections, then, #2 cannot be true, and thus I am certain Hell is exothermic and will not freeze." The student received the only "A" on the exam. (author unknown) |
| ________________________________________________ [Feb 12,2006 7:32am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] with apologies to raoul duke and hunter thompson We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the chickens began to cross the road. I remember saying something like "I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe we should get something to eat . . . ." And suddenly there was a terrible clucking all around us and the road was filled with what looked like hideous walking poultry, beaks and huge feathery wings, all screeching and hopping and flapping right in front of the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?" I slammed on the brakes. My fat Samoan attorney had pulled his shirt up and was chomping down the last of a Crispy McChicken sandwich, pouring tartar sauce all over his exposed gut to keep it moist. He half-looked at me and muttered "What the hell are you yelling about, man?" "Never mind," I said, staring out into the feathery horizon. "It's your turn to drive." I got up and we switched seats. No point mentioning those chickens, I thought. The poor bastard will have to deal with them soon enough. "Dammit man," he said as the driver's seat eased into his weight, "I can't concentrate with all this clucking." I glared at him. Measuring the shape of his skull. "Are you fit to drive?" I asked. "You need some medicine?" He shook his head. Sweat and gravy dribbled off of it. "I think I just gotta . . . . get away from all these chickens." There were hundreds of them now, squawking and strutting like military officers in single file stretched out as far as the twisted eye could see. They were stopping traffic. What would Horatio Alger do? KILL THE HEAD AND THE BODY WILL NOT IMMEDIATELY DIE This line appears in my notebook for some reason. Perhaps some connection with Colonel Sanders. Is he still alive? Still able to talk? If he's dead, did they preserve him in 11 herbs and spices? "Let them cross," I heard myself saying. "They could prove useful." "What, you wanna smash their brains in with the tire jack and stuff 'em in the trunk for supper?" His thumb was fiddling with the sharpest knife I've ever seen. "Maybe." I said. "First I want to study their habits." I would see my attorney didn't fully approve of my plans but the chickens outnumbered him, and they were on MY SIDE. You could see them crossing, one by one, a great pulsating wall of out-of-season game stretching out to the horizon, discounted poultry inching ever forward to cross the road as if it were what they were born to do. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix or words or memories or sourdough rolls can touch that central sense of purpose those chickens gave off. They believed, somehow, that they could be better than life and history, madness, fear and loathing. They had something to accomplish. They had a road to cross. "How many roads must a man walk down before you can call him a man?" How many roads must a chicken cross? History is hard to know, because of all the hired chickens--t, but every now and then the energy of a whole species comes out in a long fine squawk for reasons nobody really understands at the time. They were that squawk, they were the great Las Vegas Chicken Wave of that fowl Year of our Lord, 1971, shuffling ever sideways on a lengthwise track, going on a real trip that needed no explanation or apology, searching for that perfect high that only comes from finding an instant's home on that yellow line, knowing that just one of those specks of sunshine asphalt is your very own. It was a futile gesture, of course. Most gestures are. Madness can be crossed in any direction, any hour. But they had the journey, a wild, awful chicken version of the American Dream. You could stare out into the desert skyline, just below where the center core of the sun hits hard enough to bleach a man's bones white, and with the right kind of eyes you could almost see the par-boil mark - that place on the horizon where road and chicken finally met in poultry perfection. I looked down. My fat attorney had stopped one of the chickens, and was offering him some cheap-grade blotter acid. "Let him go, you idiot!" I said. "Can't you see he prefers the harder stuff?" He dropped the acid to bake on the road and some of the artier chickens sniffed about it a bit. He slid back into the driver's seat but I pushed him out again. I'd taken a big hit off his McChicken sandwich and felt more than fit to drive. We returned to our designated seats, and something in the natural order of the world flipped about 180?. The chickens were dispersing. The road was clearing up. Something in the backseat clucked. "What're you taking this chicken for?" I asked. "He could prove useful." A half-dozen white feathers were hanging off my attorney's cheek. "So, what do we do now?" "As your attorney I advise you to drive extremely fast and we'll sort out the details later." I took a swig of rum and slammed the accelerator to the floor. We sped forward, jarred only occasionally by the "whump" of a chicken meeting a fate unmentioned in any Horatio Alger book. By this time I was laughing like a crazy man. But it made no difference. We were off to Vegas, three modern monsters in search of the American Dream; on the move, and just sick enough to be totally confident. |
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| ________________________________________________ [Feb 15,2006 2:23pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] dood 1: It would be on vinyl, silly. dood 2: The hipster handbook WOULD be on vinyl! dood 2: On a super rare hard to find 7 inch. dood 2: Marbled green. dood 2: Or CLEAR. dood 1: And the older stuff would be better. |
| ________________________________________________ [Feb 16,2006 3:17am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] What's that smell? |
| _________________________________________________ [Feb 16,2006 8:48am - the_taste_of_cigarettes ""] www.livejournal.com |
| _________________________________________________ [Feb 16,2006 11:19am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] A hierarchy Spread out on the nightstand The spirit of team Salvation is another chance A sore loser Yelling with my mouth shut A cracking portrait The fondling of the trophies The null of losing Can you afford that luxury? A sore winner But I'll just keep my mouth shut It shouldn't bother me But it does The small victories The cankers and medallions They keep me thinking that someday I might beat you But I'll just keep my mouth shut The little nothings It shouldn't bother me But it does IF I SPEAK AT ONE CONSTANT VOLUME AT ONE CONSTANT PITCH AT ONE CONSTANT RHYTHM RIGHT INTO YOUR EAR, YOU STILL WON'T HEAR You still won't hear |
| _________________________________________________ [Feb 16,2006 12:10pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] To make a long story short, Mark Rogowski—a.k.a. Gator, a.k.a. Gator Marc Anthony—is a man who became rich and famous as a pro skater starting in the '80s and is now 10 years into a life sentence for the brutal rape and murder of a woman he barely knew. In the time between the start of his career, at the height of which he was the most balls-out, hardest skater then competing, and his crime, which he committed in 1991, Gator passed through a veritable template of '80s decadence and celebrity. He was the quintessential rockstar skater, taking the example set by his forebears Tony Alva and Jay Adams to an unprecedented egotistical stratosphere by partying, bragging, and fighting a swath through a booming skateboarding industry. Gator took selling out as far as it could possibly go. He became eagerly involved in the most cynically corny and uncool marketing tactics, like the arena-rock-meets-skating "Swatch Impact Tour" and the most excessively gay Vision Street Wear ads ever. Gator was, in fact, the first skater to be sponsored by Vision, and there was a real golden age of skating optimism and progress that starred him, Christian Hosoi, Steve Caballero, and Tony Hawk. Gator was the rebel of the group, the one who burned fastest and to whom image was most important. His concern with appearances had its negative effects on the sport for sure (crass commercialism, style over substance), but it also benefited skating hugely by upping its public image. This era, more than any other, birthed the mythos of skating as a countercultural, punk rock, cool thing that you should start doing during the years when you hate your parents. There are those who will argue that the older Zephyr skaters, like Stacy Peralta and Alva, made skating punk and for the people. That is bullshit. Those skaters influenced other skaters, but not culture at large to the extent that Gator and his ilk did. Oh, and another thing about those forefathers: Thanks for bringing skating out as a full-on sport and lifestyle, guys, but your movie, Dogtown and Z-Boys, sucked my ass. How many times do we need to hear Stacy Peralta, the film's director (and a man known smirkingly to some as "Grandpa Thrasher"), wax philosophic about skating? The juxtaposition of surfer, then skater, then surfer, then skater was more than just pedantic, it was insufferably boring; almost as boring as hearing old men brag about how they once punched a guy in the nose for moving in on their skate turf (ooooh!). As with Shepard Fairey's "Obey" crap, Dogtown and Z-Boys has become an excellent way to separate people who are really into the culture from those who secretly read "cool hunter" reports. If you want to see a film that truly sums up skate culture and all it has wrought, the only one worth watching is Stoked. Directed by New York filmmaker Helen Stickler, Stoked tells the specific story of Gator, his ascendancy, and his fall from glory. Along the way, it exposes some harsh truths about stardom and that woozy moment at the end of the '80s when the money, fame, and acclaim of success dropped out of many people's lives—Gator included. Stoked is an elegy to skaters and skate culture. All the major players are interviewed, including the aforementioned Peralta, Hawk, Caballero, etc. Gator, over the telephone from the Southern California prison where he resides, is a constant presence. This movie extends beyond the limited scope of the skate world (although it contains classic skate footage and funny, poignant conversations with familiar faces that are required viewing for any skate rat). At its core, Stoked is a cautionary tale of crashing and burning, of letting anger take over your life, and of the consequences of being a pampered celebrity. According to Stickler, "The biggest motivating factor in making this movie was wanting to know how this talented, motivated, successful dude could get to such a point of desperation that he'd take someone's life. To me, a crime like that equals soul emptiness—total deprivation. So I saw Gator as a symbol for a lot of things from the '80s that were pretty shallow and meaningless. At the same time, I could relate to the fear that he must have felt as a young person, in his early twenties, who was supposed to be an adult but just couldn't get it together." There's a sense of inevitable dread that pervades Stoked. Even as we see joyful and alive footage of skating in the '80s and hear often hilarious anecdotes from participants (Jason Jesse being particularly sidesplitting, with his valley boy-savant mannerisms), we know what's coming. The bad stuff begins to escalate in Gator's life, starting with a mini-riot after he punches a cop at the infamous Mt. Trashmore in Virginia Beach in 1986. "I love getting arrested," he says in an interview from that time. Things get really grim, though, when a seismic shift occurs in the actual sport of skating. As the '80s draw to a close, vert gives way to street. Gator was a brilliant, balletic ramp-and-bowl skater, but he just couldn't get the hang of the more open and flat possibilities of street freestyling. There's a moment in the film where we see video footage of Gator trying to ollie over a curb and he can't do it. A group of younger skaters stand around laughing as Gator, in a rage, smashes his board on the ground, screaming, "Fuck! I suck! FUUUUCK!!!" It's around this point that Gator basically snaps and becomes a born-again. His girlfriend, Brandi McClain (actual quote: "Being a skate betty was cool!"), leaves him, and he holes up in his isolated house to strum an acoustic guitar and brood on his anger and bitterness. His peers, meanwhile, make the effort to adapt to the changing culture of their industry. Reflecting back on this time over the phone, Gator says, "I couldn't part with needing to feel affirmed." Gator's eventual vicious murder of acquaintance Jessica Merchant is treated with honesty in Stoked, and the details of the attack—from beating her in the head with a steering-wheel club to zipping her into a surfboard bag and strangling her—are unflinchingly laid bare. Particularly disturbing are the police-evidence images of his victim's remains in the desert where he dumped her body. But please note that Helen Stickler never exploits her subjects. The horror of Gator's crime needs to be fully exposed so we can understand not only the entirety of his personality, but also the culmination of the fame machine that skate culture created—especially in light of a film like Dogtown, which includes breezy, uninteresting interviews with other violent skaters (anyone heard any good Jay Adams stories lately?). "It doesn't so much bother me that Dogtown left out a lot of the darker side of what happened to some people in that scene," says Stickler. "As a filmmaker you choose what parts of the story you have to tell. But it also does seem pretty convenient to keep it lightweight and inoffensive when your major sponsor is trying to sell some shoes." Stoked is a film with no shoes to sell and no reason to skimp on the dark side. That's why it's so entertaining and edifying—which is what a documentary is supposed to be, right? JESSE PEARSON Stoked will be released at cinemas around Australia in February. Visit stokedmovie.com |
| ________________________________________________ [Feb 18,2006 1:32am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] Flower girls play lover Grave games in the courtyard I heard her screaming like a radio Flower girls play lover Grave games in the courtyard I heard her screaming like a radio Mary lou left marks on you She just screams at the walls The kite string pops I'm swallowed whole by the sky We smoke the bones of baby dolls Techno-liquid screaming meat Heaven's cold beneath my feet Cyber love the anti-man we make love... because we can Virgins play where the bayou's blue Barefoot (and bloody) eatin' mushroom stew Work for pay and pay for freedom Fuck 'em all, we don't need 'em We smoke the bones of baby dolls Everything's gone dry Like bottle glass scraping cross the pavement Everything's gone dry Like bottle glass scraping cross the pavement Everything's gone dry Like bottle glass scraping cross the pavement Everything's gone dry Like bottle glass scraping cross the pavement |
| ______________________________________________ [Feb 18,2006 1:36am - BobNOMAAMRooney nli ""] Stoked was fucking awesome, especially the interviews with Jason Jessee |
| ________________________________________________ [Feb 18,2006 1:36am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] Cheatin woman make you crazy Cheatin' woman make you a fool She'll leave your heart so lonely Brother there's nothin' you can do Well I can't stand the pain no more She don't want my love for sure She don't even want poor me Knockin' on her front door Why did you make me love you sister When you knew you was untrue You loved every man with pants on Yes a dozen to you is too few I'm gonna shoot you and end your world Then you won't bother poor me You won't bother poor me no longer Cheatin' woman -- gonna shoot ya Oh woman why you do me Oh Lord the way you do I done everything I can baby Seems like nothin' reaches you I'm gonna get that pistol gal I'm gonna shoot you and all your pals You ain't gonna bother poor me You won't bother poor me no longer |
| ________________________________________________ [Feb 18,2006 1:40am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] HEY JOE, WHERE YOU GOIN' WITH THAT GUN IN YOUR HAND HEY JOE, I SAID WHERE YOU GOIN' WITH THAT GUN IN YOUR HAND I'M GOIN' DOWN TO SHOOT OL'MY LADY YOU KNOW I CAUGHT HER MESSIN' 'ROUND WITH ANOTHER MAN YEAH, I'M GOIN' DOWN TO SHOOT OL'MY LADY YOU KNOW I CAUGHT HER MESSIN' 'ROUND WITH ANOTHER MAN HUH! AND THAT AIN'T TOO COOL A HEY HOE, I HEARD YOU SHOT YOUR WOMAN DOWN YOU SHOT HER DOWN NOW A HEY JOE, I HEARD YOU SHOT YOUR OLD LADY DOWN YOU SHOT HER DOWN IN THE GROUD YEAH! YEAH! YES, I DID, I SHOT HER YOU KNOW I CAUGHT HER MESSIN' ROUND MESSIN' ROUND TOWN UH, YES I DID I SHOT HER YOU KNOW I CAUGHT MY OLD LADY MESSIN' 'ROUND TOWN AND GAVE HER THE GUN AND I SHOT HER ALRIGHT SHOOT HER ONE MORE TIME AGAIN BABY! YEAH! DIG IT OH ALRIGHT HEY JOE, WHERE YOU GONNA RUN TO NOW WHERE YOU GONNA RUN TO NOW HEY JOE, I SAID WHERE YOU GONNA RUN TO NOW WHERE YOU GONNA RUNTO NOW I'M GOIN' WAY DOWN SOUTH WAY DOWN TO MEXICO WAY I'M GOIN' WAY DOWN SOUTH WAY DOWN WHERE I CAN BE FREE AIN'T NO ONE GONNA FIND ME AIN'T NO HANG-MAN GONNA HE AIN'T GONNA PUT A ROPE AROUND ME YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT RIGHT NOW I GOTTA GO NOW HEY, JOE YOU BETTER RUN ON DOWN GOODBYE EVERYBODY HEY HEY JOE |
| ________________________________________________ [Feb 18,2006 1:42am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] Wake from your sleep, the drying of your tears, Today we escape, we escape. Pack and get dressed before your father hears us, before all hell breaks loose. Breathe, keep breathing, don't lose your nerve. Breathe, keep breathing, I can't do this alone. Sing us a song, a song to keep us warm, there's such a chill, such a chill. And you can laugh a spineless laugh, we hope your rules and wisdom choke you. And now we are one in everlasting peace, we hope that you choke, that you choke, we hope that you choke, that you choke, we hope that you choke, that you choke. |
| ________________________________________________ [Feb 18,2006 1:43am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] BobNOMAAMRooney nli said: Stoked was fucking awesome, especially the interviews with Jason Jessee yeah Vice puts out some pretty good shit. |
| ________________________________________________ [Feb 18,2006 1:46am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] also the place they talk about in VaBeach is so funny, they actually built a skatepark on Mt. Trashmore now...but thats not whats funny, its the fact that most of Vabeach it's illegal to skateboard even just down the st. you'll get a fine. |
| ______________________________________________ [Feb 18,2006 1:50am - BobNOMAAMRooney nli ""] But skateboarding is not a crime! |
| ________________________________________________ [Feb 18,2006 2:00am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] BobNOMAAMRooney nli said:But skateboarding is not a crime! clearly virginia beach would disagree. its so stupid too, cause the skate park has hours of operation meaning only when a cop feels like being there making sure no one is doing anything they feel to be stupid and if the cop is gone the park is closed. so of course everywhere but the two parks its illegal and the fuckers will stop you too. my friend got busted with a joint on him and had to do 30days and is on probation for two years plus fines out the ass. im sure someone will say if he knew it was illegal then he shouldnt have done it but you try living in a place thats one giant beach front suburb and not wanna actually you know do something. its really weird too cause if you go on the boardwalk or strip down there skateboard and surf shops are huge there. but its illegal go figure right. Terry Smith is the man ! |
| ______________________________________________ [Feb 18,2006 2:08am - BobNOMAAMRooney nli ""] There's a tiny skatepark in Malden or Medford right next to a police station. For some reason they built a huge fence around it and lock up at 5pm when they could easily stick a camera on that side of the station. |
| ________________________________________________ [Feb 18,2006 2:12am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] yup sounds like the one in natick too, i wanna see who comes up with the plans for these parks too. they're always so tiny and its almost impossible to do any type of tricks. there was, im not sure if its still there or not but there was a great place in shrewsbury that even put on shows letting the bands set up right next to the ramps. i should go down there and see if i can set something up. i cant wait for spring time to get a new bike, ive been fiending for a while now. fucking cold ruins me, i swear ! |
| ________________________________________________ [Feb 18,2006 3:04am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] (Source: well.sf.ca.us ) Unabomber's Manifesto The following is full text of the Unabomber's Manifesto. _________________________________________________________________ INTRODUCTION 1. The Industrial Revolution and its consequences have been a disaster for the human race. They have greatly increased the life-expectancy of those of us who live in "advanced" countries, but they have destabilized society, have made life unfulfilling, have subjected human beings to indignities, have led to widespread psychological suffering (in the Third World to physical suffering as well) and have inflicted severe damage on the natural world. The continued development of technology will worsen the situation. It will certainly subject human beings to greater indignities and inflict greater damage on the natural world, it will probably lead to greater social disruption and psychological suffering, and it may lead to increased physical suffering even in "advanced" countries. 2. The industrial-technological system may survive or it may break down. If it survives, it MAY eventually achieve a low level of physical and psychological suffering, but only after passing through a long and very painful period of adjustment and only at the cost of permanently reducing human beings and many other living organisms to engineered products and mere cogs in the social machine. Furthermore, if the system survives, the consequences will be inevitable: There is no way of reforming or modifying the system so as to prevent it from depriving people of dignity and autonomy. 3. If the system breaks down the consequences will still be very painful. But the bigger the system grows the more disastrous the results of its breakdown will be, so if it is to break down it had best break down sooner rather than later. 4. We therefore advocate a revolution against the industrial system. This revolution may or may not make use of violence: it may be sudden or it may be a relatively gradual process spanning a few decades. We can't predict any of that. But we do outline in a very general way the measures that those who hate the industrial system should take in order to prepare the way for a revolution against that form of society. This is not to be a POLITICAL revolution. Its object will be to overthrow not governments but the economic and technological basis of the present society. 5. In this article we give attention to only some of the negative developments that have grown out of the industrial-technological system. Other such developments we mention only briefly or ignore altogether. This does not mean that we regard these other developments as unimportant. For practical reasons we have to confine our discussion to areas that have received insufficient public attention or in which we have something new to say. For example, since there are well-developed environmental and wilderness movements, we have written very little about environmental degradation or the destruction of wild nature, even though we consider these to be highly important. THE PSYCHOLOGY OF MODERN LEFTISM 6. Almost everyone will agree that we live in a deeply troubled society. One of the most widespread manifestations of the craziness of our world is leftism, so a discussion of the psychology of leftism can serve as an introduction to the discussion of the problems of modern society in general. 7. But what is leftism? During the first half of the 20th century leftism could have been practically identified with socialism. Today the movement is fragmented and it is not clear who can properly be called a leftist. When we speak of leftists in this article we have in mind mainly socialists, collectivists, "politically correct" types, feminists, gay and disability activists, animal rights activists and the like. But not everyone who is associated with one of these movements is a leftist. What we are trying to get at in discussing leftism is not so much a movement or an ideology as a psychological type, or rather a collection of related types. Thus, what we mean by "leftism" will emerge more clearly in the course of our discussion of leftist psychology (Also, see paragraphs 227-230.) 8. Even so, our conception of leftism will remain a good deal less clear than we would wish, but there doesn't seem to be any remedy for this. All we are trying to do is indicate in a rough and approximate way the two psychological tendencies that we believe are the main driving force of modern leftism. We by no means claim to be telling the WHOLE truth about leftist psychology. Also, our discussion is meant to apply to modern leftism only. We leave open the question of the extent to which our discussion could be applied to the leftists of the 19th and early 20th century. 9. The two psychological tendencies that underlie modern leftism we call "feelings of inferiority" and "oversocialization." Feelings of inferiority are characteristic of modern leftism as a whole, while oversocialization is characteristic only of a certain segment of modern leftism; but this segment is highly influential. FEELINGS OF INFERIORITY 10. By "feelings of inferiority" we mean not only inferiority feelings in the strictest sense but a whole spectrum of related traits: low self-esteem, feelings of powerlessness, depressive tendencies, defeatism, guilt, self-hatred, etc. We argue that modern leftists tend to have such feelings (possibly more or less repressed) and that these feelings are decisive in determining the direction of modern leftism. 11. When someone interprets as derogatory almost anything that is said about him (or about groups with whom he identifies) we conclude that he has inferiority feelings or low self-esteem. This tendency is pronounced among minority rights advocates, whether or not they belong to the minority groups whose rights they defend. They are hypersensitive about the words used to designate minorities. The terms "negro," "oriental," "handicapped" or "chick" for an African, an Asian, a disabled person or a woman originally had no derogatory connotation. "Broad" and "chick" were merely the feminine equivalents of "guy," "dude" or "fellow." The negative connotations have been attached to these terms by the activists themselves. Some animal rights advocates have gone so far as to reject the word "pet" and insist on its replacement by "animal companion." Leftist anthropologists go to great lengths to avoid saying anything about primitive peoples that could conceivably be interpreted as negative. They want to replace the word "primitive" by "nonliterate." They seem almost paranoid about anything that might suggest that any primitive culture is inferior to our own. (We do not mean to imply that primitive cultures ARE inferior to ours. We merely point out the hypersensitivity of leftish anthropologists.) 12. Those who are most sensitive about "politically incorrect" terminology are not the average black ghetto-dweller, Asian immigrant, abused woman or disabled person, but a minority of activists, many of whom do not even belong to any "oppressed" group but come from privileged strata of society. Political correctness has its stronghold among university professors, who have secure employment with comfortable salaries, and the majority of whom are heterosexual, white males from middle-class families. 13. Many leftists have an intense identification with the problems of groups that have an image of being weak (women), defeated (American Indians), repellent (homosexuals), or otherwise inferior. The leftists themselves feel that these groups are inferior. They would never admit it to themselves that they have such feelings, but it is precisely because they do see these groups as inferior that they identify with their problems. (We do not suggest that women, Indians, etc., ARE inferior; we are only making a point about leftist psychology). 14. Feminists are desperately anxious to prove that women are as strong as capable as men. Clearly they are nagged by a fear that women may NOT be as strong and as capable as men. 15. Leftists tend to hate anything that has an image of being strong, good and successful. They hate America, they hate Western civilization, they hate white males, they hate rationality. The reasons that leftists give for hating the West, etc. clearly do not correspond with their real motives. They SAY they hate the West because it is warlike, imperialistic, sexist, ethnocentric and so forth, but where these same faults appear in socialist countries or in primitive cultures, the leftist finds excuses for them, or at best he GRUDGINGLY admits that they exist; whereas he ENTHUSIASTICALLY points out (and often greatly exaggerates) these faults where they appear in Western civilization. Thus it is clear that these faults are not the leftist's real motive for hating America and the West. He hates America and the West because they are strong and successful. 16. Words like "self-confidence," "self-reliance," "initiative", "enterprise," "optimism," etc. play little role in the liberal and leftist vocabulary. The leftist is anti-individualistic, pro-collectivist. He wants society to solve everyone's needs for them, take care of them. He is not the sort of person who has an inner sense of confidence in his own ability to solve his own problems and satisfy his own needs. The leftist is antagonistic to the concept of competition because, deep inside, he feels like a loser. 17. Art forms that appeal to modern leftist intellectuals tend to focus on sordidness, defeat and despair, or else they take an orgiastic tone, throwing off rational control as if there were no hope of accomplishing anything through rational calculation and all that was left was to immerse oneself in the sensations of the moment. 18. Modern leftist philosophers tend to dismiss reason, science, objective reality and to insist that everything is culturally relative. It is true that one can ask serious questions about the foundations of scientific knowledge and about how, if at all, the concept of objective reality can be defined. But it is obvious that modern leftist philosophers are not simply cool-headed logicians systematically analyzing the foundations of knowledge. They are deeply involved emotionally in their attack on truth and reality. They attack these concepts because of their own psychological needs. For one thing, their attack is an outlet for hostility, and, to the extent that it is successful, it satisfies the drive for power. More importantly, the leftist hates science and rationality because they classify certain beliefs as true (i.e., successful, superior) and other beliefs as false (i.e. failed, inferior). The leftist's feelings of inferiority run so deep that he cannot tolerate any classification of some things as successful or superior and other things as failed or inferior. This also underlies the rejection by many leftists of the concept of mental illness and of the utility of IQ tests. Leftists are antagonistic to genetic explanations of human abilities or behavior because such explanations tend to make some persons appear superior or inferior to others. Leftists prefer to give society the credit or blame for an individual's ability or lack of it. Thus if a person is "inferior" it is not his fault, but society's, because he has not been brought up properly. 19. The leftist is not typically the kind of person whose feelings of inferiority make him a braggart, an egotist, a bully, a self-promoter, a ruthless competitor. This kind of person has not wholly lost faith in himself. He has a deficit in his sense of power and self-worth, but he can still conceive of himself as having the capacity to be strong, and his efforts to make himself strong produce his unpleasant behavior. [1] But the leftist is too far gone for that. His feelings of inferiority are so ingrained that he cannot conceive of himself as individually strong and valuable. Hence the collectivism of the leftist. He can feel strong only as a member of a large organization or a mass movement with which he identifies himself. 20. Notice the masochistic tendency of leftist tactics. Leftists protest by lying down in front of vehicles, they intentionally provoke police or racists to abuse them, etc. These tactics may often be effective, but many leftists use them not as a means to an end but because they PREFER masochistic tactics. Self-hatred is a leftist trait. 21. Leftists may claim that their activism is motivated by compassion or by moral principle, and moral principle does play a role for the leftist of the oversocialized type. But compassion and moral principle cannot be the main motives for leftist activism. Hostility is too prominent a component of leftist behavior; so is the drive for power. Moreover, much leftist behavior is not rationally calculated to be of benefit to the people whom the leftists claim to be trying to help. For example, if one believes that affirmative action is good for black people, does it make sense to demand affirmative action in hostile or dogmatic terms? Obviously it would be more productive to take a diplomatic and conciliatory approach that would make at least verbal and symbolic concessions to white people who think that affirmative action discriminates against them. But leftist activists do not take such an approach because it would not satisfy their emotional needs. Helping black people is not their real goal. Instead, race problems serve as an excuse for them to express their own hostility and frustrated need for power. In doing so they actually harm black people, because the activists' hostile attitude toward the white majority tends to intensify race hatred. 22. If our society had no social problems at all, the leftists would have to INVENT problems in order to provide themselves with an excuse for making a fuss. 23. We emphasize that the foregoing does not pretend to be an accurate description of everyone who might be considered a leftist. It is only a rough indication of a general tendency of leftism. OVERSOCIALIZATION 24. Psychologists use the term "socialization" to designate the process by which children are trained to think and act as society demands. A person is said to be well socialized if he believes in and obeys the moral code of his society and fits in well as a functioning part of that society. It may seem senseless to say that many leftists are over-socialized, since the leftist is perceived as a rebel. Nevertheless, the position can be defended. Many leftists are not such rebels as they seem. 25. The moral code of our society is so demanding that no one can think, feel and act in a completely moral way. For example, we are not supposed to hate anyone, yet almost everyone hates somebody at some time or other, whether he admits it to himself or not. Some people are so highly socialized that the attempt to think, feel and act morally imposes a severe burden on them. In order to avoid feelings of guilt, they continually have to deceive themselves about their own motives and find moral explanations for feelings and actions that in reality have a non-moral origin. We use the term "oversocialized" to describe such people. [2] 26. Oversocialization can lead to low self-esteem, a sense of powerlessness, defeatism, guilt, etc. One of the most important means by which our society socializes children is by making them feel ashamed of behavior or speech that is contrary to society's expectations. If this is overdone, or if a particular child is especially susceptible to such feelings, he ends by feeling ashamed of HIMSELF. Moreover the thought and the behavior of the oversocialized person are more restricted by society's expectations than are those of the lightly socialized person. The majority of people engage in a significant amount of naughty behavior. They lie, they commit petty thefts, they break traffic laws, they goof off at work, they hate someone, they say spiteful things or they use some underhanded trick to get ahead of the other guy. The oversocialized person cannot do these things, or if he does do them he generates in himself a sense of shame and self-hatred. The oversocialized person cannot even experience, without guilt, thoughts or feelings that are contrary to the accepted morality; he cannot think "unclean" thoughts. And socialization is not just a matter of morality; we are socialized to confirm to many norms of behavior that do not fall under the heading of morality. Thus the oversocialized person is kept on a psychological leash and spends his life running on rails that society has laid down for him. In many oversocialized people this results in a sense of constraint and powerlessness that can be a severe hardship. We suggest that oversocialization is among the more serious cruelties that human beings inflict on one another. 27. We argue that a very important and influential segment of the modern left is oversocialized and that their oversocialization is of great importance in determining the direction of modern leftism. Leftists of the oversocialized type tend to be intellectuals or members of the upper-middle class. Notice that university intellectuals (3) constitute the most highly socialized segment of our society and also the most left-wing segment. 28. The leftist of the oversocialized type tries to get off his psychological leash and assert his autonomy by rebelling. But usually he is not strong enough to rebel against the most basic values of society. Generally speaking, the goals of today's leftists are NOT in conflict with the accepted morality. On the contrary, the left takes an accepted moral principle, adopts it as its own, and then accuses mainstream society of violating that principle. Examples: racial equality, equality of the sexes, helping poor people, peace as opposed to war, nonviolence generally, freedom of expression, kindness to animals. More fundamentally, the duty of the individual to serve society and the duty of society to take care of the individual. All these have been deeply rooted values of our society (or at least of its middle and upper classes (4) for a long time. These values are explicitly or implicitly expressed or presupposed in most of the material presented to us by the mainstream communications media and the educational system. Leftists, especially those of the oversocialized type, usually do not rebel against these principles but justify their hostility to society by claiming (with some degree of truth) that society is not living up to these principles. 29. 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| ________________________________________________ [Feb 22,2006 4:07am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] NEW YORK (AP) -- Thanks to a wave of media appearances, including interviews with HBO's Bill Maher and Comedy Central's Jon Stewart, Kurt Vonnegut is again a best seller. The author of "Slaughterhouse-Five," "Cat's Cradle" and many other favorites has been promoting "A Man Without a Country," a collection of nonfiction that came out Thursday. The book has reached the top 10 on Amazon.com and Barnes & Noble.com, and publisher Seven Stories Press has already more than doubled its first printing, from 50,000 copies to 110,000. "It's a nice glass of champagne at the end of a life," the 82-year-old Vonnegut told The Associated Press on Thursday. Vonnegut said he no longer writes fiction, but he does contribute articles -- some of them included in his new book -- to In These Times, a liberal magazine based in Chicago. "A Man Without a Country" is just under 150 pages, and includes criticism of the Bush administration ("George W. Bush has gathered around him upper-crust C-students who know no history or geography ...") and Vonnegut's characteristically dark, but humorous thoughts on the fate of the planet. "I like to say that the 51st state is the state of denial," he told the AP. "It's as though a huge comet were heading for us and nobody wants to talk about it. We're just about to run out of petroleum and there's nothing to replace it." He jokes, sort of, that he has "lived too long" and wishes he had been finished off by a fire at his home a few years ago, from which he escaped unharmed. "When Hemingway killed himself he put a period at the end of his life; old age is more like a semicolon," Vonnegut said with a wheezy laugh worthy of a long-term chain smoker. "My father, like Hemingway, was a gun nut and was very unhappy late in life. But he was proud of not committing suicide. And I'll do the same, so as not to set a bad example for my children." |
| ________________________________________________ [Feb 24,2006 2:55am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] "My wife and I have been practicing chastity and orgasm denial. She has not allowed me to have sex with her in months. The other night she told me she wanted me to fuck her. She told me to take 100 mg of Viagra which I did. She was all dolled up in her thigh high boots, garter belt and stockings and called me into the bed room. I layed on the bed and she stroked me till hard. Then she grabbed a tube of Ela- Max (a benzocain based, desensitizing cream) and rubbed it all over my dick. She then put a condom on me (to keep the cream off of her) and had me fuck her hard for about an hour. She informed me NOT to cum - which was impossible anyway as the cream made my dick so numb. She stopped when she was totally satisified and had me eat her for another 15 minutes and then left to watch TV. When the cream started to wear off I was left with a raging hard on and a bad case of blue balls. Certainly, I am never allowed to relieve myself and was informed that this is how we will always have sex in the future. Geeeeeez !" |
| ________________________________________________ [Feb 25,2006 4:40am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] ive been listening to a lot of allman brothers bootlegs lately and i wish there was more of that bluesy influence on today pop music. where have all the real bands gone, all these bands from the last 25years are a joke. none of them mean shit nor hold a candle to the greats that came outta the 50s, 60s or 70s Mary Hicks: "I said to Bill, you know you are just that far from being a preacher, and he said, I am a preacher" |
| ________________________________________________ [Feb 25,2006 4:45am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] My voice was not heard, the questions were not asked that I wanted to see asked. - Bill Hicks |
| ________________________________________________ [Feb 25,2006 4:58am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber. And took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own midwest. And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear. And terror possesed me then. And I begged, "Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?" And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust." And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat like the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared, "Hear me now, I have seen the light! They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!" Can I get an amen? Can I get a hallelujah? Thank you Jesus. Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on........ This is necessary. It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky then. That made blue be your color. You had your knife there with you too. When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt you when you woke up like this. You crawled up out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked toward it. "If God is our Father," you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin." Why didn't anyone else understand these important things? You got to your car and tried all the doors. They were locked. It was a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat. Out across your field, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You began to walk towards them. Now red was your color and, of course, those little people out there were yours too. |
| ________________________________________________ [Feb 25,2006 5:08am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] I’ll tell you this... No eternal reward will forgive us now For wasting the dawn. Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused One summer night, going to the pier I ran into two young girls The blonde one was called freedom The dark one, enterprise We talked and they told me this story Now listen to this... I’ll tell you about texas radio and the big beat Soft driven, slow and mad Like some new language Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god Wandering, wandering in hopeless night Out here in the perimeter there are no stars Out here we is stoned Immaculate. |
| ________________________________________________ [Feb 25,2006 5:13am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] Well, I stand up next to a mountain And I chop it down with the edge of my hand |
| _________________________________________________ [Feb 26,2006 11:41am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] AUTOPSY_666 said:Bill Hicks is #2, I miss him. |
| ________________________________________________ [Mar 2,2006 12:50am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] this is Frank Zappa talking about censorship in music during the early 80s [URL]http://movies.crooksandliars.com/zappa_crossfire_1986.wmv[/URL] this is his testimony from the hearings [IMG]http://www.cbsnews.com/images/2005/10/06/image924509g.jpg[/IMG] Frank Zappa: My name is Frank Zappa. This is my attorney Larry Stein from Los Angeles. Can you hear me? Chairman: If you could speak very directly and clearly into the microphone, I would appreciate it. FZ: My name is Frank Zappa. This is my attorney Larry Stein. The statement that I prepared, that I sent you 100 copies of, is five pages long, so I have shortened it down and am going to read a condensed version of it. Certain things have happened. I have been listening to the event in the other room and have heard conflicting reports as to whether or not people in this committee want legislation. I understand that Mr. Hollings does from his comments. Is that correct? Chairman: I think you had better concentrate on your testimony, rather than asking questions. FZ: The reason I need to ask it, because I have to change something in my testimony if there is not a clear-cut version of whether or not legislation is what is being discussed here. Chairman: Do the best you can, because I do not think anybody here can characterize Senator Hollings' position. FZ: I will carry on with the issue, then. Senator Exon: Mr. Chairman, I might help him out just a little bit. I might make a statement. This is one Senator that might be interested in legislation and/or regulation to some extent, recognizing the problems with the right of free expression. I have previously expressed views that I do not believe I should be telling other people what they have to listen to. I really believe that the suggestion made by the original panel was some kind of an arrangement for voluntarily policing this in the music industry as the correct way to go. If it will help you out in your testimony, I might join Senator Hollings or others in some kind of legislation and/or regulation, unless the free enterprise system, both the producers and you as the performers, see fit to clean up your act. FZ: OK, thank you. The First thing I would like to do, because I know there is some foreign press involved here and they might not understand what the issue is about, one of the things the issue is about is the First Amendment to the Constitution, and it is short and I would like to read it so they will understand. It says: "Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion or prohibiting the free exercise thereof, or abridging the freedom of speech or of the press or the right of the people peaceably to assemble and to petition the government for a redress of grievances." That is for reference. These are my personal observations and opinions. They are addressed to the [Parents' Music Resource Centre] as well as this committee. I speak on behalf of no group or professional organization. The PMRC proposal is an ill-conceived piece of nonsense which fails to deliver any real benefits to children, infringes the civil liberties of people who are not children, and promises to keep the courts busy for years, dealing with the interpretational and enforcemental problems inherent in the proposal's design. It is my understanding that, in law, First Amendment issues are decided with a preference for the least restrictive alternative. In this context, the PMRC's demands are the equivalent of treating dandruff by decapitation. No one has forced Mrs. Baker or Mrs. Gore to bring Prince or Sheena Easton into their homes. Thanks to the Constitution, they are free to buy other forms of music for their children. Apparently, they insist on purchasing the works of contemporary recording artists in order to support a personal illusion of aerobic sophistication. Ladies, please be advised: The $8.98 purchase price does not entitle you to a kiss on the foot from the composer or performer in exchange for a spin on the family Victrola. Taken as a whole, the complete list of PMRC demands reads like an instruction manual for some sinister kind of "toilet training program" to house-break all composers and performers because of the lyrics of a few. Ladies, how dare you? The ladies' shame must be shared by the bosses at the major labels who, through the RIAA, chose to bargain away the rights of composers, performers, and retailers in order to pass H.R. 2911, the Blank Tape Tax -- a private tax levied by an industry on consumers for the benefit of a select group within that industry. Is this a consumer issue? You bet it is. PMRC spokesperson, Kandy Stroud, announced to millions of fascinated viewers on last Friday's ABC Nightline debate that Senator Gore, a man she described as "a friend of the music industry," is co-sponsor of something she referred to as "anti-piracy legislation". Is this the same tax bill with a nicer name? The major record labels need to have H.R. 2911 whiz through a few committees before anybody smells a rat. One of them is chaired by Senator Thurmond. Is it a coincidence that Mrs. Thurmond is affiliated with the PMRC? I cannot say she's a member, because the PMRC has no members. Their secretary told me on the phone last Friday that the PMRC has no members, only founders. I asked how many other District of Columbia wives are nonmembers of an organization that raises money by mail, has a tax-exempt status, and seems intent on running the Constitution of the United States through the family paper-shredder. I asked her if it was a cult. Finally, she said she couldn't give me an answer and that she had to call their lawyer. While the wife of the Secretary of the Treasury recites "Gonna drive my love inside you" and Senator Gore's wife talks about "Bondage!" and "oral sex at gunpoint" on the CBS Evening News, people in high places work on a tax bill that is so ridiculous, the only way to sneak it through is to keep the public's mind on something else: "porn rock." Is the basic issue morality? Is it mental health? Is it an issue at all? The PMRC has created a lot of confusion with improper comparisons between song lyrics, videos, record packaging, radio broadcasting, and live performances. These are all different mediums, and the people who work in them have the right to conduct their business without trade-restraining legislation, whipped up like an instant pudding by the wives of Big Brother. Is it proper that the husband of a PMRC nonmember/founder/person sits on any committee considering business pertaining to the Blank Tape Tax or his wife's lobbying organization? Can any committee thus constituted 'find facts' in a fair and unbiased manner? This committee has three that we know about: Senator Danforth, Senator Packwood, and Senator Gore. For some reason, they seem to feel there is no conflict of interest involved. The PMRC promotes their program as a harmless type of consumer information service providing "guidelines" which will assist baffled parents in the determination of the "suitability" of records listened to by 'very young children'. The methods they propose have several unfortunately [sic] side effects, not the least of which is the reduction of all American Music, recorded and live, to the intellectual level of a Saturday morning cartoon show. Children in the vulnerable age bracket have a natural love for music. If, as a parent, you believe they should be exposed to something more uplifting than "Sugar Walls," support music appreciation programs in schools. Why have you not considered your child's need for consumer information? Music appreciation costs very little compared to sports expenditures. Your children have a right to know that something besides pop music exists. It is unfortunate that the PMRC would rather dispense governmentally sanitized heavy metal music than something more uplifting. Is this an indication of PMRC's personal taste, or just another manifestation of the low priority this administration has placed on education for the arts in America? The answer, of course, is neither. You cannot distract people from thinking about an unfair tax by talking about music appreciation. For that you need sex, and lots of it. The establishment of a rating system, voluntary or otherwise, opens the door to an endless parade of moral quality-control programs based on "Things Certain Christians Don't Like". What if the next bunch of Washington wives demands a large yellow "J" on all material written or performed by Jews, in order to save helpless children from exposure to concealed Zionist doctrine? Record ratings are frequently compared to film ratings. Apart from the quantitative difference, there is another that is more important: People who act in films are hired to pretend. No matter how the film is rated, it won't hurt them personally. Since many musicians write and perform their own material and stand by it as their art (whether you like it or not), an imposed rating will stigmatize them as individuals. How long before composers and performers are told to wear a festive little PMRC arm band with their scarlet letter on it? Bad facts make bad law, and people who write bad laws are, in my opinion, more dangerous than songwriters who celebrate sexuality. Freedom of speech, freedom of religious thought, and the right to due process for composers, performers and retailers are imperiled if the PMRC and the major labels consummate this nasty bargain. Are we expected to give up Article 1 so the big guys can collect an extra dollar on every blank tape and 10 to 25 percent on tape recorders? What is going on here? Do we get to vote on this tax? Do we get to vote on this tax? I think that this whole matter has gotten completely blown out of proportion, and I agree with Senator Exon that there is a very dubious reason for having this event. I also agree with Senator Exon that you should not be wasting time on stuff like this, because from the beginning I have sensed that it is somebody's hobby project. Now, I have done a number of interviews on television. People keep saying, can you not take a few steps in their direction, can you not sympathize, can you not empathize? I do more than that at this point. I have got an idea for a way to stop all this stuff and a way to give parents what they really want, which is information, accurate information as to what is inside the album, without providing a stigma for the musicians who have played on the album or the people who sing it or the people who wrote it. And I think that if you 'listen carefully to this idea that it might just get by all of the constitutional problems and everything else. As far as I am concerned, I have no objection to having all of the lyrics placed on the album routinely, all the time. But there is a little problem. Record companies do not own the right automatically to take these lyrics, because they are owned by a publishing company. So, just as all the rest of the PMRC proposals would cost money, this would cost money too, because the record companies would need--they should not be forced to bear the cost, the extra expenditure to the publisher, to print those lyrics. If you consider that the public needs to be warned about the contents of the records, what better way than to let them see exactly what the songs say? That way you do not have to put any kind of subjective rating on the record. You do not have to call it R, X, D/A, anything. You can read it for yourself. But in order for it to work properly, the lyrics should be on a uniform kind of a sheet. Maybe even the government could print those sheets. Maybe it should even be paid for by the government, if the government is interested in making sure that people have consumer information in this regard. And you also have to realize that if a person buys the record and takes it out of the store, once it is out of the store you can't return it if you read the lyrics at home and decide that little Johnny is not supposed to have it. I think that that should at least be considered, and the idea of imposing these ratings on live concerts, on the albums, asking record companies to reevaluate or drop or violate contracts that they already have with artists should be thrown out. That is all I have to say. Chairman: Thank you very much, Mr. Zappa. You understand that the previous witnesses were not asking for legislation. And I do not know, I cannot speak for Senator Hollings, but I think the prevailing view here is that nobody is asking for legislation. The question is just focusing on what a lot of people perceive to be a problem, and you have indicated that you at least understand that there is another point of view. But there are people that think that parents should have some knowledge of what goes into their home. FZ: All along my objection has been with the tactics used by these people in order to achieve the goal. I just think the tactics have been really bad, and the whole premise of their proposal -- they were badly advised in terms of record business law; they were badly advised in terms of practicality. Or they would have known that certain things do not work mechanically with what they suggest. Chairman: Senator Gore. Senator Gore: Thank you very much, Mr. Chairman. I found your statement very interesting and, although I disagree with some of the statements that you make and have made on other occasions, I have been a fan of your music, believe it or not. I respect you as a true original and a tremendously talented musician. Your suggestion of printing the lyrics on the album is a very interesting one. The PMRC at one point said they would propose either a rating or warning, or printing all the lyrics on the album. The record companies came back and said they did not want to do that. I think a lot of people agree with your suggestion that one easy way to solve this problem for parents would be to put the actual words there, so that parents could see them. In fact, the National Association of Broadcasters made exactly the same request of the record companies. I think your suggestion is an intriguing one and might really be a solution for the problem. FZ: You have to understand that it does cost money, because you cannot expect publishers to automatically give up that right, which is a right for them. Somebody is going to have to reimburse the publishers, the record industry. Without trying to mess up the album jacket art, it should be a sheet of paper that is slipped inside the shrink-wrap, so that when you take it out you can still have a complete album package. So there is going to be some extra cost for printing it. But as long as people realize that for this kind of consumer safety you are going to spend some money and as long as you can find a way to pay for it, I think that would be the best way to let people know. Gore: I do not disagree with that at all. And the separate sheet would also solve the problem with cassettes as well, because you do not have the space for words on the cassette packs. FZ: There would have to be a little accordion-fold. Gore: I have listened to you a number of times on this issue, and I guess the statement that I want to get from you is whether or not you feel this concern is legitimate. You feel very strongly about your position, and I understand that. You are very articulate and forceful. But occasionally you give the impression that you think parents are just silly to be concerned at all. FZ: No; that is not an accurate impression. Gore: Well, please clarify it, then. FZ: First of all, I think it is the parents' concern; it is not the government's concern. Gore: The PMRC agrees with you on that. FZ: Well, that does not come across in the way they have been speaking. The whole drift that I have gotten, based upon the media blitz that has attended the PMRC and its rise to infamy, is that they have a special plan, and it has smelled like legislation up until now. There are too many things that look like hidden agendas involved with this. And I am a parent. I have got four children. Two of them are here. I want them to grow up in a country where they can think what they want to think, be what they want to be, and not what somebody's wife or somebody in Government makes them be. I do not want to have that and I do not think you do either. Gore: OK. But now you are back on the issue of government involvement. Let me say briefly on this point that the PMRC says repeatedly no legislation, no regulation, no government action. It certainly sounded clear to me. And as far as a hidden agenda, I do not see one, hear one, or know of one. FZ: OK, let me tell you why I have drawn these conclusions. First of all, they may say, we are not interested in legislation. But there are others who are, and because of their project bad things have happened in this country in the industry. I believe there is actually some liability. Look at this. You have a situation where, even if you go for the lyric printed thing in the record, because of the tendency among Americans to be copycats -- one guy commits a murder, you get a copycat murder-now you've got copycat censors. You get a very bad situation in San Antonio, TX, right now where they are trying to pass PMRC-type individual ratings and attach them to live concerts, with the mayor down there trying to make a national reputation by putting San Antonio on the map as the first city in the United States to have these regulations, against the suggestion of the city attorney, who says, I do not think this is constitutional. But you know, there is this fervor to get in and do even more and even more. And the other thing, the PMRC starts off talking about lyrics, but when they take it over into other realms they start talking about the videos. In fact, you misspoke yourself at the beginning in your introduction when you were talking about the music does this, the music does that. There is a distinct difference between those notes and chords and the baseline [sic - error in Congressional report] and the rhythm that support the words and the lyrics. I do not know whether you really are talking about controlling the type of music. Chairman: The lyrics. FZ: So specifically we are talking about lyrics. It began with lyrics. But even looking at the PMRC fundraising letter, in the last paragraph at the bottom of the page it starts looking like it is branching into other areas, when it says: "We realize that this material has pervaded other aspects of society." And it is like what, you are going to fix it all for me? Gore: No. I think the PMRC's acknowledging some of the statements by some of their critics who say: "Well, why single out the music industry?" Do I understand that you do believe that there is a legitimate concern here? FZ: But the legitimate concern is a matter of taste for the individual parent and how much sexual information that parent wants to give their child, at what age, at what time, in what quantity, OK. And I think that, because there is a tendency in the United States to hide sex, which I think is an unhealthy thing to do. And many parents do not give their children good sexual education, in spite of the fact that little books for kids are available, and other parents demand that sexual education be taken out of school, it makes the child vulnerable, because if you do not have something rational to compare it to when you see or hear about something that is aberrated you do not perceive it as an aberration. Gore: OK, I have run out of time. Thank you, Mr. Chairman. Chairman: Senator Rockefeller. Senator Rockefeller: No questions, Mr. Chairman. Chairman: Senator Gor post was too long read more at your own risk |
| _______________________________________________ [Mar 2,2006 7:46pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] Jennifer wrestled her friend playfully to the ground infront of the snowcone stand and began licking at the girls eyeballs, as if they were sugar cubes. Their bodies convulsed and flailed with an almost seizure like intensity. At times their pale limbs seeming to shift back and forth from one torso to the other. A crowd gathered almost immediately to watch these two girls tie and untie their bodies like a pair of pit-vipers. They were confused, or concerned, or shocked, or aroused, or all of the above. But no-one dared interfere with the performance. Jennifer's long ashen hair hung down concealing the girls face like a curtain around a hospital bed. No one had any idea that the girls eyes were revolving under her ruby tongue. "This is disgusting, it's pornography" exclaimed a pasty slut white woman in a fur coat, vanilla ice-cream smeared across her double chin like a money shot. Counting a balding professor type in his mid-forties, his left hand stuffed crassly down the front of his pants "No, no, no. This is beautiful, this is art." Everyone quickly hushed up and took a step back as Jenifer rose and stood over the girl, examining her handiwork. Her heart layed motionless beneath her, seemingly dead. Her eyesockets dry and empty. Her heels and elbows sprayed and bloodied. Some on-lookers gasped in horror. Some swooned and fainted melodramatically. Most just stared in disbelief. Jennifer reached down between her thighs and pulled the crotch of her bathing suit to the side - exposing her vagina. The other girl slowly sat up and began sliding her fingers into Jennifer. A few minutes later, her wrists were in, then her elbows. Eventually she would completely disappear into her womb. Jennifer tilted her head to the side curiously. She heard the sound of a rickety-wooden roller-coaster in the distance. It's passengers screaming in mob terror. She knew that sooner or later they would realize that the ride wasn't stopping and they were all going to die. I SEE you headless with me caressing your neck.My personal nightfall. An eclipse of the sunflowers.I fell so invisible. So Unkown. Coffin of dust. AN illegible Tombstone. They finally buried the gravedigger in the sky. I just need to shower in your amber and bathe in your earth. |
| _______________________________________________ [Mar 9,2006 4:45am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] From this day on I own my father's gun We dug his shallow grave beneath the sun I laid his broken body down below the southern land It wouldn't do to bury him where any Yankee stands I'll take my horse and I'll ride the northern plain To wear the colour of the greys and join the fight again I'll not rest until I know the cause is fought and won From this day on until I die I'll wear my father's gun I'd like to know where the riverboat sails tonight To New Orleans well that's just fine alright \'Cause there's fighting there and the company needs men So slip us a rope and sail on round the bend As soon as this is over we'll go home To plant the seeds of justice in our bones To watch the children growing and see the women sewing There'll be laughter when the bells of freedom ring |
| _______________________________________________ [Mar 9,2006 4:47am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] i didnt think anything was wrong till we got outside roanoke, west virgina. he had his top coat on and put a blanket covering him and he was laying with his arm cross his chest. the blanket had slipped off to the floor, so i just pulled over to the side of the road and covered him back up. when i moved his arm and i noticed a lil resistance i knew something wasnt right. there was an all night service station, with a big glass front window and i knew theyd have a big radiator heater in there. the attendant came out and i told him, could you look at the situation and see what you think about it. he said "i think you might have a problem, he's dead." i said there's nothing you can do for him. "no, hes just dead." this is how hank williams died on jan 1st, 1953. he was only 29yo and died of a heart attack brought on by meds, and alcohol. Standin' by a lonesome graveside Everything I love is gone Weeping as they lay my darlin' 'Neath a cold gray tomb of stone In this world I\'m left to wander With no one to call my own While my precious darlin\'s sleepin' 'Neath a cold gray tomb of stone Out there in that lonesome graveyard She is sleepin' all alone And they buryied my heart with her 'Neath a cold gray tomb of stone Skies above were dark and stormin' For the sunshine, all is gone And the one I love is sleepin' 'Neath a cold gray tomb of stone My heart is dead and yet i\'m living Wondering through this world alone I wish that I was with my darlin' 'Neath a cold gray tomb of stone |
| _______________________________________________ [Mar 9,2006 4:51am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] ** well entrenched ideas are more to do with past failures than they are with the potential for future successes. ** Mr. Burns, I don't go in for these backdoor shenanigans. Sure, I'm flattered, maybe even a little curious, but the answer is no! - Homer Simpson Money can buy you an expensive dog, but only love can make it wag its tail. – Kinky Friedman |
| ________________________________________________ [Mar 15,2006 4:30am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] What do you mean, John 3:16? For God so loved the world, every man packs an M-16 Says the boy to the fiend What do you mean? What do you mean, John 3:16? For God so loved the world, every one packs an M-16 I wanna wake up from this dream I caught the bullet, I was stumblin like a mulet Drink white Russian; game, Russian roulette Flight Continental six o'clock in the mornin Briefcase full o' cocaine on my way out, I tipped the doorman Jumped into the cab said, ";Hail Mary, full of Grace"; Yesterday communion was the Mafia's reunion Confessed to the priest, evade the apple, I ate the peach Slept with Vanity, sold my soul to Robin Leach Devil music in my ear, no fear, I'm pumpin Def Leppard Slow down, here comes the narc' with the German shepherd I got the plan, man, meet me in the van I got this kid from the Sudan bringin tecs from Iran What do you mean, John 3:16? For God so loved the world, every man packs an M-16 Says the boy to the fiend (All around the world) (uh-huh) What do you mean? What do you mean? What do you mean, John 3:16? For God so loved the world, every one packs an M-16 Says the girl to the fiend So in the streets, the product must be clean Five-eleven, the young one went to heaven Yo with the gun to his head; yo he was already dead Sunday mornin in court, the judge got Wyclef confessin ";Yo, I murdered Steve Austin,"; now I'm wanted by Bionic Woman Women bring you more miseries like that movie Stress go to India, smoke hashish with Ghandi My bills of rights is to make sure you're alright Superman left the gang, cause his weakness was Crips-tonight Godfather got the cottonballs to his cheeks Pig couldn't fly straight so you die in your sleep I stay awake only to see Nicodemus The young one got murdered, the day was the Sabbath What do you mean, John 3:16? For God so loved the world, every man packs an M-16 What do you mean, says the boy to the fiend Why we killin for the green? What do you mean, John 3:16? For God so loved the world, every man packs an M-16 Says the girl to the fiend (All around the world) I wanna wake up from this dream I know this drug dealer, who drive a black beamer Dreadlock cut off once by this girl named Delilah Pretty little dancer, voice like Tina Turner Chickenheads are you a virgin? Yeah right, so was Madonna! S-s-sinner, sinner, seek the master If not, feel the explosion from the day after Bit by the vampire, worked for the mobster Two to the head - and now you swimmin with the lobsters We got'cha got'cha, set up in Oklahoma You caught a bad one like a kid catchin pneumonia So storyteller, what's the moral of this story? Live reality and don't get caught up in your fantasy What do you mean, John 3:16? For God so loved the world, every man packs an M-16 Says the boy to the fiend (All around the world) Aren't we all human beings? What do you mean, John 3:16? For God so loved the world, every man packs an M-16 But the dream.. is still for green.. so we die in the steam What do you mean, John 3:16? |
| ________________________________________________ [Mar 15,2006 4:36am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] In 199-sess, KRS is in his peak-in You are weak-in and collapse like Mike, collect the beacon You talk more ish than a cellullar You can't last, just call me Enema cos I give that ass-troid, heaven and mergatroid I'm that six, umm, microphone-holdin humanoid Pyschological like Sigmund Freud But I get annoyed cos these rappers have no brain These hardcore rappers crack me up like cocaine They got no skill or game They sellin that commercial let me say it "Ask for Minoxadil with Rogaine" True skills I will explain The teacher breaks this whole shit down plain West Coast beef must dead East Coast beef must dead Time for us to move ahead B-boy hip-hop is dead, no We must move ahead People always say when they see us, teach us so we move by the inch, teachin only some of it, believe us Hustlas and players and hos will never leave us They been around since Mary Magdalene and Jesus Run wit it, pimps and players run the government We been raised on a tonne of it that's why we're lovin it Bein a player is cool when you a kid until you get sent up for a eight year bid Now you use and abuse and serve like hell til one day you are found face down upon the ground two shots to the dome, we need to switch quick Dyin over what you players, I think, call a bitch I'm not a player hater cos I hate no one but when you start destroyin hip-hop, you gots ta go, son Government attack one who's brainwashed Government attack two who is, yes, brain rinsed Government attack three is for you and me to constantly dream about the Lex with bulletproof tints It's pointless to think I'm knockin ya If you a pimp, be a pimp, I'll be a philosopher So the.... West Coast beef must dead East Coast beef must dead Time for us to move ahead B-boy hip-hop is dead, no We must move ahead Yes are the intelligent, we descend on every establishment In the East or West, microphone grabbin it Chess-to-chess, lyrical confrontation is dope for the hip-hop nation, yet our hope, your scope is broader than who can kill who and who got the biggest crew? That's why black people cannot seem to break thru It's like crabs in a pot when one crab reaches the top other crabs wish to pull down and blood (BLOODS) I'm not understandin what's all the fuss Hip-hop belongs to all of us The East created it, the West decorated it Learn the lesson, the unified picture is black expression When black expression heights itself it becomes black digression leadin to depression in health Now question these ideas today If hip-hop was destroyed could we blame the CIA or the FBI, you'd be a motherfuckin lie- -er, li-ar, pants on fire-er Conspiracy theories are contrise or we keep them on the shelf We got no one to blame but ourselves So.... West Coast beef must dead East Coast beef must dead Time for us to move ahead B-boy hip-hop is dead, no We must move ahead We must move ahead All beef is dead! |
| ________________________________________________ [Mar 30,2006 8:42pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] "skaters by their very nature are urban guerillas: they make everyday use of the useless artifacts of the technological burden, and employ the handiwork of the government/corporate structure in a thousand ways that the original architects could never dream of." craig stecyk 1976 |
| __________________________________________________ [Mar 30,2006 11:36pm - the_taste_of_cigarettes ""] [img] |
| _________________________________________________ [Mar 31,2006 12:22am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] the_taste_of_cigarettes said:[img] last time i checked the internet is a giant blog, get off your high horse. |
| __________________________________________________ [Mar 31,2006 12:34am - the_taste_of_cigarettes ""] I wonder what that girl is thinking about she seems deep in thought |
| ________________________________________________ [Mar 31,2006 1:04am - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] that reo speedwagon needs to die |
| _______________________________________________ [Apr 9,2006 9:41pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] I can settle dow-own and be doin' just fine Til I hear an old train rollin' down the line Then I hurry strai-aight home and pack And if I didn't go, I believe I'd blow my stack I love you ba-aby, but you gotta understand When the Lord made me He made a Ramblin' Man. Some folks might sa-ay that I'm no good That I wouldn't settle down if I could But when that open ro-oad starts to callin' me There's somethin' o'er the hill that I gotta see Sometimes it's har-rd but you gotta understand When the Lord made me, He made a Ra-amblin' Man. I love to see the tow-owns a-passin' by And to ride these rails 'neath God's blue sky Let me travel this la-and from the mountains to the sea 'Cause that's the life I believe He meant for me And when I'm go-one and at my grave you stand Just say God called home your Ra-amblin' Man. |
| ___________________________________ [Apr 9,2006 10:10pm - ratt_mowe ""] (graham russell) You’re in-between a page of life you never dreamed The answer won’t come from that magazine This time it’s real and you’re not sure just what to feel Who can I trust to say Should I give love now should I take love now (chorus) I’m taking the chance And giving myself to you If something’s not right then tell me I’m wrong I just want our love to carry on Sometimes the fear of losing you has been so near I needed to make this choice on my own To let love in when I’m so scared when things begin Don’t ever run away I feel close to you now You know I need you now (chorus) I’m taking the chance And giving myself to you If something’s not right then tell me I’m wrong I just want our love to carry on I’m taking the chance I can’t let this feeling leave I don’t want those nights of waiting so long I’m taking the chance before it’s gone Taking the chance Taking the chance Taking the chance Taking the chance On you (repeat chorus) |
| __________________________________________ [Apr 9,2006 10:27pm - davefromthegrave ""] the_taste_of_cigarettes said:I wonder what that girl is thinking about she seems deep in thought my dick. yanno, what girls usually think about. |
| ____________________________________ [Apr 9,2006 11:49pm - infoterror ""] whiskey_weed_and_women said:Take all that money we spend on weapons and defense each year and, instead, spend it feeding, clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would do many times over - not one human being excluded - and we can explore space together, both inner and outer, forever. INNER SPACE = ANAL <3 <3 <3 |
| ________________________________________________ [Apr 19,2006 7:54pm - whiskey_weed_and_women ""] The screen door slams Mary' dress waves Like a vision she dances across the porch As the radio plays Roy Orbison singing for the lonely Hey that's me and I want you only Don't turn me home again I just can't face myself alone again Don't run back inside Darling you know just what I'm here for So you're scared and you're thinking That maybe we ain't that young anymore Show a little faith there's magic in the night You ain't a beauty but hey you're alright Oh and that's alright with me You can hide 'neath your covers And study your pain Make crosses from your lovers Throw roses in the rain Waste your summer praying in vain For a saviour to rise from these streets Well now I'm no hero That's understood All the redemption I can offer girl Is beneath this dirty hood With a chance to make it good somehow Hey what else can we do now ? Except roll down the window And let the wind blow Back your hair Well the night's busting open These two lanes will take us anywhere We got one last chance to make it real To trade in these wings on some wheels Climb in back Heaven's waiting on down the tracks Oh-oh come take my hand We're riding out tonight to case the promised land Oh-oh Thunder Road oh Thunder Road Lying out there like a killer in the sun Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run Oh Thunder Road sit tight take hold Thunder Road Well I got this guitar And I learned how to make it talk And my car's out back If you're ready to take that long walk From your front porch to my front seat The door's open but the ride it ain't free And I know you're lonely For words that I ain't spoken But tonight we'll be free All the promises'll be broken There were ghosts in the eyes Of all the boys you sent away They haunt this dusty beach road In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets They scream your name at night in the street Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet And in the lonely cool before dawn You hear their engines roaring on But when you get to the porch they're gone On the wind so Mary climb in It's town full of losers And I'm pulling out of here to win |