So, uh, I’m doing “SDA Frequencies/Crosstabulations.” It’s pretty fucking boring. Trying to read public opinion data pretty much shows you what you already know… oh look. People who voted for Bush thought they were economically better off than four years ago, no shit. Hm.
I just downloaded five Bill Hicks albums, because I’m on a political satire binge. It’s not easy doing simple tasks like contingent tables while it plays. It’s so distracting. Seriously though, this website makes it so easy… all you do is plug in numbers. I can’t wrap my head around it still. Which one goes in the column and which goes in the row?.. Derr…. Bill Hicks goes without saying. He’s the funniest fucker ever. I say that and I mean even above Carlin and Lenny Bruce. Who I love, but Bill Hicks makes me laugh non-stop. I don’t think anyone else can talk so scathingly about how stupid people’s obsessions are with their children (their specialness). You have to listen to the link below. It’s funny as fuck. I promise.
May 19th. Ah, how stereotypically American “radical” can I possibly be? Oh I know, celebrate Malcolm X’s birthday… Oh, well. Judge away (haha). I’ve admired Malcolm X’s speaking abilities, anti-establishment philosophy and post-NOI (Nation of Islam) philosophy. The clip that I’ve shown above is before he left the hypocritical and divisive Nation of Islam, but some of his concepts are worth listening to. Essentially, that when white men I know personally complain of black hate towards the “white man” they are mimicking an inadequate framing of racial issues by the deliberately deceitful popular media. If one is to read most philosophy by the likes of Malcolm X or Fred Hampton, and other radical leaders, they would find that the “white man” is in fact the institution. The State, ran by white men, the nation, founded by “white men”, meaning, the elitist class that runs the corporations and resources. It is not a diatribe against your white neighbors, unless they are complicit in this system of racism, but rather a criticism of the pillars of our institutions. White guilt is something absurd, something unreasonable. It is not a rational or empirical method of deconstructing the blatant racism in our laws and government branches, but rather a naive catch phrase used in media outlets to try to taint the radical and conceptual questioning by radical leaders.
Because we are mostly ignorant as a populace we take things quite personally. An individual is more likely to take political beliefs and theories personally when they know very little about the subject. To deny the historical prevalence of white control in U.S. politics is highly ignorant. It is not something that guilt should be harbored over, what good would that do anyone? Does feeling guilty about fucking before marriage benefit someone’s psyche? I doubt it. Guilt is extensive anxiety and is more or less unproductive. A productive individual either changes their behavior or mentally condones it to end the guilt. If they don’t do either the guilt remains. To use the term white guilt is to lock individuals into a place of impotence. If you have a perpetual guilt towards blacks, then how can you ever change society or accomplish anything. You can’t. That’s the intent. If you try to say that Malcolm X’s lack of restraint is somehow perpetuating white guilt or hating on you personally as a white man then you have completely missed the point. As a country we should be explicitly honest. We should not feel guilty, that is completely unproductive and ignorant. We should rather work within our communities and our governments to expose what we all know to be racist actions. Not to be harsh, but please, get over yourself. It’s not about you personally, you’ve created this sort of anxiety towards blacks and white guilt in your mind. Sure, it’s been spoon-fed to you by a media and government that thrives on dividing us as stripped citizens so that we have even less political weight, but let’s move forward. Let’s gleam the important criticisms that we can from individuals who stood outside of common acceptance.
With that said, I think it’s tragic he got offed. Of course everyone got offed in the late sixties… Somewhat mysterious. COINTELPRO…
In the 1970s, the public learned about COINTELPRO and other secret government programs to infiltrate and disrupt civil rights organizations during the 1950s and 1960s. John Ali, national secretary of the Nation of Islam, has been identified as an FBI agent.[35] Malcolm had confided in a reporter that Ali had exacerbated tensions between him and Elijah Muhammad, and he considered Ali his “archenemy” within the Nation of Islam leadership.[35] On February 20, the night before the assassination, Ali met with Hayer, one of the men convicted of killing Malcolm.[36]
As quoted from Wikipedia. References used by Wikipedia:
- Louis E. Lomax, To Kill a Black Man, (Holloway House, 1968, ISBN 0-87067-731-4), p. 198.
- Bruce Perry, Malcolm: The Life of a Man Who Changed Black America (Station Hill Press, 1991, ISBN 0-88268-103-6), pp. 2, 4.
Ringo Starr singing about smoking pot and doing coke. Not that shocking. Imagine actually singing or talking about what people as humans do and not what they’re supposed to be doing. People are such self loathers, right?… Nothing will ever be how some people think perfection is. You might as well revel in the beauty of the opposite.
This clip is from Milos Forman’s 1971 film “Taking Off.” His first American film that attempted to make a critical statement about the upper middle class with humorous tact. After the main character’s teenage daughter runs away in rebellion of their bourgeoisie lifestyle, Lynne and Larry Tyne decided to experience life newly free. Their encounters with other individuals who have had their children run away leads them to some interesting self explorations.
A-ha so it’s cynical Jack Kerouac and the father of conservative haterism William F. Buckley on “Firing Line.” Buckley’s show in which he pontificates on, well, absolutely nothing cause no one can fucking understand him. Kerouac is apparently two tokes over the line, right? The guy looks like he’s about to blubber or fall out of his chair. I like that seemingly spineless hippie on the far right side of him… for all of my adoration for the late 60’s and 70’s I often get dismally nasty towards the “student revolutionary leaders.” If you must know, the guy on the right side of Jack is Ed Sanders. Ed Sanders is a poet and a hippie, and whatever else from Greenwich Village, but post Beats. He’s fine, he seems to be a fairly intelligent guy, but I think the polyester really turns me off or something. Also, his formality, but it’s not his fault he’s painfully sober and Kerouac is plastered. It gives Kerouac an unfair advantage of being more anti-establishment in behavior than Ed Sanders.
Eh, I’m supposed to be doing this larger-effort blog but I can’t think of a title for it yet. Seriously, that’s the only thing holding me back from doing it.
I’m supposed to be reading about Marx, but I’m writing about Scott Walker instead. I have a flair for peculiar and dramatic ballads, it’s true. I mean come on, the romantic-strings-filled build ups on “Scott Walker 4″ are inducing some trippy visions. This album is possibly the lost sequel to that creepy puppet soundtrack for Hansel and Gretel from 1954. It’s completely imaginable for Scott Walker to be crooning about fascism and death while Hansel and Gretel shake their little asses through the dark forest. God, that film is such a creepfest!
In his early years Scott Walker was apart of the group “The Walker Brothers” with John Maus and Gary Leeds. From 1967 forward Scott Walker would release solo albums, doing unique interpretations of others’ work until Scott Walker 4. Scott Walker 4 was completely comprised of Walker’s own material and dealt with varied subjects such as Ingmar Bergman’s “The Seventh Seal” and the Soviet invasion of Czechoslovakia in 1968 in “The Old Man’s Back Again (Dedicated to the Neo-Stalinist Regime).” Of course because the album varied from any sort of traditional pop path it tanked on the British charts. His previous three solo albums had done remarkably well, but most of his fans did not know what to make of “4.” Sucks for them. Walker combines a sort of baroque meets Johnny Cash swagger mixed with the comfort of a sixties’ Christmas sweater. I particularly love “Hero of the War” for its uncomfortable lyrics and stomping melody. I’ve uploaded a few tracks off of “Scott Walker 4.”
The physical and verbal abuse heaped upon me caused several broken bones in my body and several dozen stitches on my 14-year-old skull. I guess these seven policemen were trying to protect the good citizens of Memphis from more of the Rev. King’s peaceful demonstrations. Between the baton blows to my body and over my screams of youth and innocence, their loud accusations that there were people supposedly coming to Memphis “to stir up trouble” kept ringing in my ears…
…Like relentless Stalinists, the policemen gave me a few hard, calculated kicks with steel-toed boots in my back and ribs for making them exhausted from their beating. I promised them the names of protesters, when they were coming, and what they were driving. I could hardly speak from my busted lips, chipped teeth and broken jaw, but I forced words from my mouth that sounded like what they wanted as long as they stopped their feverish beating to decipher what my cracking voice was revealing…
…My experience at age 14 in 1968 leads me to conclude at age 54 in 2008 that no torture is justifiable. No one has the right to harm another human being. Information obtained though such barbaric methods cannot be trusted to be the truth. The amendments of 1789 to the Constitution through the Bill of Rights denounce personal violation at home. The Universal Declaration of Human Rights should extend those morals abroad.
March 31, 2008 at 7:46 am · Filed under melt my heart
As you can probably tell I am slightly bored. I am job-less, thus I have a seemingly large amount of time. I found out about Gemma Correll through Drawn! and I am loving her illustrations. She does interesting rolly polly reddish nearly swedish looking caricatures. She has all kinds, but you can just check out her blog and see for yourself. You really should, because they’re peaceful like resting your chin in your palm on a kitchen table.
March 31, 2008 at 7:29 am · Filed under phoney alert
Can someone please explain to me who decided that my tax money gets to go to institutions like NPR which, all though semi-respectable and enjoyable granted, continue the perpetual cycle of upper-middle-class covert references to sexual practices. Why can’t you just out and say “fuck”? For example, March 16th’s “Wait, Wait! Don’t Tell Me” had a beginning jokey dialogue about Elliot Spitzer. It consisted of a bunch of loose references to dicks, fucking hookers and cock nicknames. You think they said any of the words I just mentioned? No. It was a bunch of giggly innuendos that, all though I slightly had to laugh, indicated to me the overall hypocrisy of American life and media.
No one can be upfront about their sexuality, or be frank or honest about it on national radio. God forbid. Not even in public discussion. We have cunts, vaginas, clits, vulvas, cocks, dicks, penises, whatever you want to call them and we touch them. This is something we all do. This is something that we have a right to do. People have been fucking before they knew how to write, so why is it so awkward and painful for people to hear “vulgar” language pertaining to fucking whether it be with yourself or someone else or multiple others. What is so scary about this?
It’s not that I want to deliberately make anyone feel shameful, indignant or bad about their tendency to create boundaries on their sexual dialogues, that’s your personal choice, but why is this sort of hush-hush censorship so prevailing? If before we created “civilized” (or rather clever, quiet, manipulative, controlling) society people fucked out in the open or perhaps with all sorts of arrangements that are now solemnly considered to be deviant then why doesn’t one ask themself why this type of behavior is forbidden. Why can’t I say cock on the radio? Cocks exist don’t they. What is so vulgar about one word. The speech that you engage in with your friends contains all sorts of “vulgarities” and the conscious thinker generally has little issue with this supposedly pungent vernacular. You place this individual though in a public setting such as secondary school, work or a restaurant and suddenly this kind of language is “just not the type of language that we use in these situations.” What is there to be so ashamed of. Don’t you think that perhaps in your sanctioning of particular words over other words that you are creating secret world that perpetuate repression. Perhaps is there even an inkling of questioning that runs along the lines of, who instated this to be “vulgar”? Who is attempting to control my public language? For what purpose are these people or this entity trying to censor my language? Just because I feel the sense of guilt immediately accompanied by public scrutiny, what does this scrutiny arise from?..
These are all highly relevant questions that are hardly well discussed. When “Wait! Wait! Don’t Tell Me” cackles with glee at their silly methods of referring to genitalia and sexual positions I have to wonder what the fuck is wrong with us, people, them… society. In some senses, yes it is possibly exaggerating to see this as an issue, but if only one thinks for longer than two minutes about what actually is happening I feel like one can draw similar conclusions. What are we so scared of… I’m sitting there, when I hear them refer to things I immediately think of the “crass” language that is apparently so provocative one cannot say it on the radio or in upper-class settings. But it’s in my mind! Gasp! Oh the horror… that I would think of the vulgarity in my mind. At least it was not said out loud or I might have to feel awkwardly offended while driving in my car. I certainly don’t jack off, fuck, touch my clit, think of others, or any such sexually related thing. Those things are saved for the privacy of one’s home, as long as they can market and sell to you just exactly how that is supposed to be in the supposed privacy of your own home.
