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Patsy Cline, “Crazy”

This is some damn fine music! 1961. Some say this is rockabilly influenced stuff. This is actually considered to be Country/Western, but it is nevertheless some of the finest music ever made. She has other songs too, and they are excellent. She had a tragic early death in a plane crash at age 30. I believe that even in her short life, she was not particularly happy. A couple of real rocky marriages in there.

It’s rather sad, heartbreaking music though, rather like her life, but one of the real breakthroughs you can achieve in life is when you learn to appreciate the beauty in pure, glorious, mournful sadness. Half of life is sadness, and that’s on a good day. Since life’s so full of it, you may as well learn to enjoy it.

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Theme Song of My Life

Seems like a lousy song to have as a theme for your life, but I am quite happy with it and even proud of it. I am not sure if that makes sense to you.

John Cash! I just heard this one today and damn it is so good. 1989 (late Johnny Cash),

Motorhead! Not as good as the other three but still pretty cool especially if you like Lemmy.

Social Distortion! This one is so awesome! Punk rock! 1992 (late punk rock).

I was brought in this world 1962
I didn’t have much choice you see
But by the time I was eight
I could tell it was too late
I was already barking up the wrong tree

When I was in school
You thought I was a fool
In trouble, Breaking all the rules
I was absent from class
My Daddy spanked my bare ass
But I sure tried hard to be cool

[Chorus:]

Born to lose, was what they said
You know I was better off dead
Born to lose
You’re just bad news
You don’t get a second chance!

It was a hot summer night
In mid July
A hangover and a black eye
Your Momma said I was a loser
A dead end cruiser
And deep inside I know that she was right

[Chorus:]

Born to lose, was what they said
You know I was better off dead
Born to lose, you’re just bad news
You don’t get a second chance!

I tried to get myself a job
Because that’s the way that things are
Wanna have nice things and go far
Well I’m sorry honey
I ain’t got much money
But I can sure play this here old guitar

As the years went on, I made a few mistakes
It was a troublebound for this young man
The police knockin’ at my door
“Well he don’t live here no more
and he’s playin’ in a rock ‘n’ Roll band.”

[Chorus:]

Born to lose, was what they said
You know I was better off dead
Born to lose
You’re just bad news
You don’t get a second chance!

And my favorite of all far, Johnny Thunders! In other words, my alter ego. That’s photo of me in the video in back of the song. The original proto-punk rockers. Punkers before there was even punk rock. The whole punk rock movement grew directly out of bands like this. 1977 (early punk rock).

That’s the way you go
This city is so cold
And I’m, I’m so sold
That’s why I’m know

I said hit it
Born to lose, born to lose, born to lose
Oh baby I’m born too loose

Nothing to do
I’ve nothing to say
Only one thing that I want
It’s the only way

I said hit it
Born to lose
I said hit it
Born to lose
I said hit it
Born to lose
Oh baby I’m born too loose
Oh baby I’m born too loose

Living in a jungle
It ain’t so hard
Living in the city
It will eat out, eat out your heart

I said hit it
Born to lose
I said hit it
Born to lose
I said hit it
Born to lose

Baby I’m born too loose
Oh baby I’m born too loose
Oh baby I’m born too loose
Oh baby I’m born too …

 

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“Latest Updates from the Land of the Poo” by Magneto

I would like my own little bit here to Magneto’s excellent essay. I had a dream last night and this is what happened in the dream:

“DESIGNATED!” I said, laughing heartily. “A FUCKING WAGON WHEEL!” I added, pointing their flag as tears of mirth streaking down my cheeks.

“Fuck you!” Rajay scowled back. “We have a fucking space program! We’ll be a superpower by 2020!”

I howled even louder in laughter, just as an Indian might howl as his asshole was burned by the spicy curryshit he was taking while he squatted on his designated street.

“Surely you’re joking!,” I laughed. “You expect me to believe that you’ll be putting men on the moon when you don’t even know to put the poo in the loo?”

“You’ve mocked my country for the last time! We’ll show you!” Rajay screamed, walking away, his shoulders tensed, doubtless because he needed to go shit in the street for the eighth time that day.

Later, I was quietly asleep in my bed, when all of a sudden I was awoken by a sudden noise. It was a wooden-sounding rattling, one that I could have sworn that I could recognize, yet I didn’t until it was too late. My window shattered, a giant fucking wagon wheel came spinning through the scattered shards like a whirling dervish, castling flecks of accumulated poo, no doubt accumulated as it rolled down the designated shitting streets as it made its fateful way to me.

I screamed as the wagon wheel crunched into my torso, smashing my ribs and bursting my organs like the bloated corpses of dead children floating down the Ganges River. I think I soiled myself in that moment, but honestly I couldn’t tell, partly because I was in too much pain and partly because the smell was already too bad. As consciousness drifted away from me and darkness closed in, it was almost as if the scattered mounds of shit that had been flung across my room were moving – no – dancing. I could almost swear I  hear their voices of the shit piles as they jigged up and down.

“Take the poo to the loo…” They seemed to whisper. “Take the poo to the loo…”

Latest Updates from the Land of the Poo

by Magneto

It has been a while since I wrote anything, so I just wanted to mention three different incidents regarding Indians in the past few weeks that I found interesting.

The first incident is about an Indian woman named Shree Chauhan who verbally attacked Sean Spicer in public. She was calling him a fascist and her Twitter account is full of anti-White tweets saying “White supremacy is the root cause of all the problems in America”. Oh really, Shree? Well if you hate White people so much, why not just go back to India? At least White men don’t rape you, throw acid in your face, and stone you to death like Indian men do.

Here is a link to that incident:

Second incident is about an Indian airline that was flying from Delhi to Chicago. The airplane had 12 toilets, but 4 of the toilets had been disabled by the previous flight, full of Indians of course. By the time the plane was 2 or 3 hours away from Chicago, the remaining eight toilets had been completely destroyed, disabled, and made unusable by Indian’s idiotic toilet habits.

The 300 people on board had to literally hold their bladder and wait to pee until they landed in Chicago. But it’s their own stupid fault for not even knowing how to use a toilet, so I don’t feel any pity for them. How the hell can you afford to buy a plane ticket to America and yet be completely unaware of how to use a Western toilet? Indians constantly brag about how they are the richest people in America, and yet the retards can’t even use toilets?

Here is the link to that incident

The third incident is about a couple of Indian men who got shot in a bar by an ex-Navy Seal in Kansas. Witnesses reported that the Seal shouted “Go back to your country,” before shooting them both.

It is most likely that the two Indian men provoked the Seal and were engaging in the typical Indian braggart bullshit. They were probably saying “You White people are all stupid, and we Indians have all the good jobs.” So they provoked the guy, and he snapped and shot them. Maybe Indians will think twice before acting in such an arrogant fashion?

There’s even been news about how Indian parents are now refusing to send their children to college in America that blame Donald Trump for their behavior, saying that America is no longer safe for minorities now that Trump is in power.

Here is the link to that incident.

And the last thing I wanted to share is that I found a very humorous video on YouTube. It is a musical video called”Take the Poo to the Loo, and it is fully animated too.

The lyrics are especially hilarious, so I’m taking the liberty of posting them below:

First thing in the morning, what do I see?
A pile of shit staring at me.
I close my eyes, I step away.
No matter where I go, there’s no getting away.
Take your poo to the loo.
Take your poo to the loo.
Take your poo to the loo.
Take your poo to the loo.

Poo, poo, poo, poo, poo, everywhere.
Poo, poo, poo, poo, poo, next to you.
Poo, poo, poo, poo, poo, where is that loo?

I step out on the street. What do I smell?
Shit that’s stinky to high hell.
I hold my breath, I step away.
But everywhere I go, there’s no getting away.

Poo, poo, poo, poo, poo, everywhere.
Poo, poo, poo, poo, poo, next to you.
Poo, poo, poo, poo, poo, everywhere.
Poo, poo, poo, poo, poo, where is that loo?

Shit, not shit, this shit, that shit.p
Let’s see now. Let me check.
Happy birthday.
Happy birthday.

Poo, poo, poo, poo, poo, everywhere.
Poo, poo, poo, poo, poo, next to you.
Poo, poo, poo, poo, poo, everywhere.
Poo, poo, poo, poo, poo, where is that loo?

Take The Poo To The Loo

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Neil Young, “Let’s Impeach the President”

Obviously topical. Replace this retarded chimp with the lunatic baboon currently infesting the Oval Office, and same to him.

Impeach, and gone.

You will not be missed!

Good God that is good music! Wow! Neil Young, 2006, from Living With War. Recorded at age 61. I had no idea he was still making great music. I love that anthem feel to this song. This indeed a rock anthem. And it’s got a Wall of Sound. Phil Spector introduced this concept, but a lot of others replicated it, including the Sex Pistols on their first album and the Clash on their out of this world second album, Give Em Enough Rope. Jesus and Mary Chain also had an unreal wall of sound feel. Really a lot of Young’s best music has also had a wall of sound. No idea how he did it.

When I listened to this song, I thought of the Sex Pistols. Then I remembered that Young dedicated Rust Never Sleeps to them, an act for which he suffered much criticism.

Then it hit me. It’s all the same. The Sex Pistols. Neil Young. And on and on. It’s all the same stuff. It’s all just rock and roll. From Elvis to Nirvana and beyond, it’s all the same stuff. Rockabilly, Merseysound, British invasion, heavy metal, glam rock, punk rock, speed metal, death metal, gothic, grunge, for God’s sake, it’s all the same damn thing.

It’s all just good old rock and roll! Rocking til death! Rocking the old folks home, motherfuckers!

I loved his early stuff of course. Neil Young has always been one of the greatest rockers. Of Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, he was always the best.

Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere (1969)
After the Gold Rush (1970)
Harvest (1972)
Time Fades Away (1973)
Tonight’s the Night (1973) (released 1975)
On the Beach (1974)
Zuma (1975)
Long May You Run (1976)
Decade (1977)
American Stars ‘n Bars (1977)
Comes a Time (1978)
Rust Never Sleeps (1979)

28 albums followed that one, and I know not one thing about any of them, although Rocking in the Free World off Freedom flashes with that old magic we know and love so well.

All of those albums are out of this world. I even like Time Fades Away. Zuma is good! The little-known On the Beach is probably one of the most underrated albums ever made. Either that or the barely-known Tonight’s the Night. Great album! I had a cassette of Comes a Time in my car in 1979. I listened to it on the way to school every morning. For days and weeks and months on end. I never tired of that music. There was not a bad song on that album. Rust Never Sleeps was absolutely out of this world. Decade is a great compilation and contains a great never before released song about Richard Nixon, CampaignerAmerican Stars and Bars is good! Homegrown is a great song, and Like a Hurricane is one of the greatest rock and roll songs of all time.

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PUA/Game: A Lot of Women Go Nuts for “Pure Androgynes”

Jason Y: A suspected queer in the family. Great, another way for the narcissist to feel superior.

He is not a suspected queer. Only the NPD called him gay. No one else in the family ever did. In fact, if you called my friend gay to the rest of the family, they would start laughing so hard they would almost fall on the floor. It’s because he’s the opposite of gay. It’s like laughing at a very skinny man trying to insult him by calling him fat. It’s preposterous.

That’s because my friend is so hyper-heterosexual that he is almost like the most wildly heterosexual man that ever lived. Even though he is rather “feminine” (quiet, soft, likes to read and write, and I think he even sews and knits lol) in some ways, he is not effeminate (acting like  a woman) at all.

All these PUA guys go on and on about acting masculine, but you would not believe how many of these “feminine” men I have met who were such crazed womanizers that it would blow you away.

But most of them had a masculine side going too. A lot of them were involved in illegal activity like selling drugs. They were almost all “bad boys.” Like bad to the bone. That’s the thing, everyone thinks that it’s only hypermasculine guys who are bad boys, but that’s not really true. You would be amazed at how many “feminine” (not effeminate) bad boys there are out there. Some of them are pretty bad too. Like, real bad.

Really, a lot of the craziest womanizers I have known had a strong feminine side along with a heavy masculine side. They were basically “pure androgynes.” I am thinking that the feminine side enabled them to get along with women well and maybe even understand how they think, to the extent that can be understood at all.

These PUA guys selling hypermasculinity like a drug are fools. My observation in life is that a lot of women and girls go absolutely nuts for these pure androgyne types. By no means all women are like this, and a lot of women say these guys are not their type because they prefer a more traditionally masculine man. White and Asian women especially go nuts for these guys. Black and Hispanic women, not so much. I think those women want or even demand hypermasculine guys. I am sure they are socialized that way, but still.

Iggy Pop said David Bowie got more women than any man he had ever known. “From waitresses to heiresses, they all wanted him,” he said. Go to a Bowie video on Youtube and it will be full of women and even girls gushing about how much they want to fuck him. And what’s a bit funny is there are quite a few guys, gay or bi I guess, who are saying the same thing. It’s like everyone wanted him. All the guys and all the girls, they all wanted David. Must have been nice.

For pure androgynes,  I am think maybe Jagger or James Dean. Or even Marilyn Manson maybe. Or Russell Brand for sure.

You don’t have to be a he-man to get women. That’s one of the biggest lies out there.

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Please Don’t Be an Insufferable Ass

Are you insufferable, Bob ?

Santoculto perfectly fit this definition.

I agree that Santoculto could definitely be an insufferable ass. But he also had some nice, concise and brilliant views on a lot of things, particularly human psychology.

Recall that he is gay. Gay Politics won’t let us talk about this, but many gay men are narcissistic. That is one of the reasons they used to think it is a mental illness. No one quite knows why they are like that. If you think about the very shallow gay male scene in the US with its emphasis like good looks, youth, polymorphous perversion, out of control promiscuity, endless brief, near anonymous and loveless relationships, you can see how it would create a lot of narcissists. Of course it’s horribly homophobic to bring this up,  so I guess I will be a big fat homophobe and share this with you all right now.

The gay novelist John Rechy is profoundly narcissistic.

Novelists Jerzy Kozhinski and Philip Roth are notoriously narcissistic. Kozhinski actually made a vast phony history for himself full of many things that never happened. He didn’t get called out on it for a long time, and when he finally was, he simply denied it. His books are good, but he is a bit of a literary fraud as he plagiarized and made up lies about his life. In fact, his entire life could be accurately described as a gigantic fraud.

VS Naipaul in a recent biography comes across extremely narcissistic and it is generally agreed that he was a perfectly awful person.

Kiss frontman Gene Simmons is one of the most insufferable narcissistic asses in all rock and roll, and he has a lot of competition. He is probably one of the most hated people in rock music and for very good reason. Salvador Dali was extremely narcissistic, but he was so weird that it never bothered anyone. Pablo Picasso was a huge asshole, whether he was a narcissist I am not sure, but he probably was. He had a massive ego and treated a lot of his female models like crap. He had a habit of screwing his young female models, making babies with them and abandoning the girl. He did this over and over. He was a great painter, but a lot of people who knew him well said he was an awful human being.

Many actors are narcissistic. If you think about it all of the performing arts, especially film, lend themselves to narcissism. They attract narcissists and then the nature of being a performer on a stage of some sort in and of itself drives a lot more narcissism. If they get famous, that drives even more narcissism. At some point it is probably an endless feedback loop. My mother said all actors are narcissists and she said you have to be narcissistic to be an actor. There is an old joke where the journalist has been interviewing the actor. It has gone on for 45 minutes of the actor going and on about himself enjoying the sound of his own voice. At some point, he realizes his violation and tries to rectify it.

After 45 minutes:

“But anyway, enough about me. Let’s talk about you now. What did you think of my latest movie?”

Get it?

Am I insufferable? God no! I am not an NPD! I don’t even think I am all that narcissistic. I cannot stand pathological narcissists. The idea that I might be one of these people I hate so much pisses me off. I have a not of problems, but that ain’t one of them. Nobody calls me that. I used to get called arrogant, but I have been working on that one really hard. I have to work on that a part of the time when I am around people, but I cannot manage it pretty well by faking it and getting underneath people.

I do not have a lot of disdain for the people I meet in day to day stuff. Most of them seem like decent enough people even if I do not wish to make personal friends of them. There are some lowlife ghetto types around here who I dislike, but they deserve to be hated, and I do not waste time thinking about them anyway.

I have been called a lot of things, but insufferable is not one of them. However, people do remark that I have a big ego, that I have have some egotism, etc. I have had some complaints that I am vain, conceited, self-impressed, etc., but that is just a vibe you will get from my mind. You will not find me talking like that because I am not a braggart and a showoff and I hate people like that. If I do have some impressive accomplishment I wish to divulge, I have the art of false modesty down to a T, so I can relate things that would normally seem like bragging, but nobody gets upset because it seems like I am embarrassed or ashamed of this accomplishment of mine. It’s an act, but so what?

I do not care if people dislike the vain, conceited, self-impressed vibes I give off. As far as I am concerned, they should feel that way too! Everyone should think they’re great! Start being great today! What are you waiting for?

I hate insufferable people. They are often quite impressed with the sound of their own voices too and they can be downright soporific when they go on one of their endless narcissistic monologues. It’s all just too much, the whole thing. It’s way over the top and typically even offensive. You often want to leave the room when they are going on and on. Of course they cannot see anything wrong with their behavior and they will barely even notice if you walk out. You’re not part of the Me Show anyway. You’re the audience. Some of the audience is leaving before the performance is over. No big, this happens all the time. They have for all intents and purposes little to no insight into their behavior.

I think narcissism is a tendency a lot of us have to watch out for. Just go look at some pathological narcissists, figure out why you can’t stand them and use that as a model for how not to be. Watch yourself on a regular basis to make sure you are not falling into that lousy mindset. Narcissists suck, and a lot of people hate them for good reason. Do you want to suck? Do you want to be widely hated for being an insufferable ass? That’s terrible! I would be ashamed and embarrassed if I acted like that.

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John Lennon and Yoko Ono – Happy Xmas (War Is Over)

So many Christmas songs, but this is always one of my most favorite of them all. Harlem Community Choir in the background! 1971! Of course it was about the Vietnam War, but this song is surely timeless as long as man is killing his fellow man in war, which is sure to go on until I die and quite clearly long after that.

There is something truly joyous about this song. I am not sure quite it is, but that’s the “can’t put a finger on it” quality that all great art has. With songs like this, you are thinking, “If there’s a Heaven, you know they must play this song up there.” And how could they not?

And of course, wishing all of my readers, lovers and haters, the right, the wrong and the indifferent, the good, the bad and the ugly, all of you tired sailors splashing in from the rain, in your gilded, ragged humanity, from one gleaming eye to another uplifted chin, all of you, every one, a very Merry Christmas, and as we stumble forward, half-blind but singing in the wind anyway because Oh Hell why not, a Happy New Year.

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Sonic Youth, “I Wanna Be Your Dog”

Iggy Pop and the Stooges cover with the singer doing an excellent Iggy Pop imitation. At first I thought the lead singer was a really hot, sexy skinny long-haired blond chick and…it’s a guy…no it’s a chick, no wait a guy…no, a chick…Ah the Hell with that! It’s a human goddamnit!

Trip to Wikipedia: Turns out this is a chick after all! Kim Gordon! So she’s an androgyne, so what? So am I. So’s Joan Jett. So’s Suzi Quatro. So’s Bowie. So’s Jagger. So’s Marc Bolan. So’s Lou Reed. So’re all the sexy people!

Wow! I never thought too much of this band, but boy do I love them now. This was what early LA punk rock was like in the late 1970’s-early 1980’s.

Check out those horns! James Brown!

What about that ominous sound? Mott the Hoople. Of course the Stooges. And before that, what else? The Velvet Underground!

I’m looking at that band in back of her and I’m thinking…the Ramones! I’m also thinking…New York City punk rock! Late 70’s-early 80’s. CBGB’s and all that. That band is so New York. Over to Wikipedia, yep I was right, early New York punk band. Formed in 1981. I’m a psychic! Isn’t that weird how you can just read the vibes of something and pin it down place and time almost perfectly? Must be intuition. Can’t possibly be logic. Woman thinking. The genius of the woman.

What else is this? What’s the general vibe, the Gestalt, the reading, the “smell?” It’s the goddamned end of civilization, that’s what it is! Oh no but it’s so much worse than that. This music is actually a perverse celebration of the end of civilization. And that’s so much better, you know? Rockin’ to the Apocalypse!

I am sitting here listening to this song…and everything’s getting darker…and my heart’s sinking into my stomach…and I’m thinking…”Jesus Christ, man. This is the last rock and roll band on Earth!” And you know what is so much worse than that even? “And tomorrow…after they play this song and stomp off the stage…the world is gonna end!” And you know what’s a whole universe way worse than even that? It’s that oh man isn’t that most gloriously beautiful part of it all! Let’s have a wake for mankind. Have another drink, on me. Drink up one last time as the Titanic goes down!

This is what rock and roll is all about!

Rockin’ til I drop!

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Blink 182, “Adam’s Song,” Plus Parody

Boy, that is some damn cool music. I never heard any of their songs before, and I had no idea if they were any good or not. I think this came out in ~1998, so good music was being made up until 20 years ago at least. But the 90’s were not a lost musical decade. I happen to like a lot of late 80’s-90’s bands. Grunge was great, and Nirvana were brilliant. This Blink 182 seems to be either a Nirvana ripoff or they are heavily influenced by the band, depending on whether you want to be kind or not. Even if they are Nirvana ripoffs though, they sure do a damn good job of it.

This song is controversial, as it is in part about suicide. The inspiration was a newspaper article about 17 year old boy who committed suicide that the songwriter read. The suicidal theme inspired at least one suicide by a 17 year old boy. He put this single on endless repeat and then killed himself. He went to Columbine high school and was a survivor of the massacre, but he lost a good friend to the shooters. The thing about homicide is that there are often quite a few more victims of this crime than just the dead victims. The loved ones of the victims are often victims themselves and commonly suffer for years or even decades after the homicide.

Blink 1488, “Saddam’s Song”

Here is a brilliant Alt Right parody of the song. This is off an album of songs by this “band,” which is really just one guy taking song tracks, pulling out the vocals and then putting his own parody vocals in. It’s legal to use parts of songs for parody purposes. The name of the outfit is Right Wing Death Squad, and Blink 1488 is one of his side projects. He does a good job on the videos too.

I never knew Nazis could be so entertaining. Such fun-loving fellows. Oh you crazy Nazis! Playing practical jokes again! Oh you big sillies!

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“I Am a Cuck”

Great Alt Right song, set to the tune of Paul Simon’s great, “I Am a Rock.”

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