La la land is a bad movie, and you should feel bad for liking it.

 My plan worked. Ruin businesses. Destroy the arts. Kill over half a million people, and make everyone paranoid.

My dividends? $3200 dollars over the course of a year that I technically already paid for anyways.

Big daddy gub-mint says I don't have to pay it back. Well, I'm figuring I already did. I'm going to invest all of my not earned nothing into stocks. Then maybe I'll do what the rich people do.

Oh, that works?

So I shouldn't do it?

Got it, my bad.

I wonder, why does my neighbor got so much air to breath? Not if my 2nd mother fuckin amendment has anything to say about it. Yeah murica!

There's a point to the freeform prose. Hidden somewhere. I'll get to it eventually. Or I wont.

And to the point (five years late)

Yay, we're saved!

La La Land propagates white supremacy thinly veiled as trying to revive a dying art form, with your typical white savior trope, being portrayed innocently enough, ala typical hardships and enduring relationships 

"you cannot be proud of being white & not be a racist. it's a tautology. you can be proud of your irish heritage. you can be proud of your german heritage. you can be proud of your lutheran heritage or your appalachian roots or your large italian family's sunday gravy tradition. you cannot be proud of your *white* heritage b/c there is no such thing. whiteness only exists as a power relationship. a system of domination is not a culture to take pride in unless you are an asshole." - k.m.

One of the ways in which whiteness maintains its dominance is by defining itself as the standard by which other things are judged. The conceptual output of most marketers, advertisers, and Hollywood executives based their output toward is on standards developed ideally for white people.  Because culture of dominance, it subsumes other races and cultures into it; literally everyone within a white supremacist society interacts with and experiences whiteness. Only some are able to benefit from it; many (most?) suffer from its exclusion of, exploitation of, oppression of, repression of their existence.

Jazz was born in New Orleans, without European based roots.  As renowned Caucasian crusader Ryan Gosling states, the people didn't even speak the same language. He doesn't mention they weren't white. He doesn't mention that most of their ancestors were stolen from their homes and shipped across the Atlantic to be enslaved. He doesn't mention that jazz, as most things, was appropriated by white musicians, and white record executives and white club owners and white listeners joined this trend. When  actually confronted (yes, confronted) with the blandness of Kenny G, he blathers about passion and emotion and what have you, but he doesn't bring up (avoids) appropriation, history or how race played the biggest part in it all.

If a scenario, a scene, or whatever, requires a particular perspective, that is fine and dandy. However, some people will dismiss something as "too white." That is not always a fair assessment. Though I do not digress to say; this film is too white. This is not a landmark achievement in cinema in any way; this is a blatant showing of no awareness of its cultural appropriation. This is a clear sidelining of every person of color. This is an obvious presentation of two main characters who are adorable instead of impactful, whose entire stories are obvious, and predictable. Bland faces on bland plots on bland concepts, yet lauded and loved and celebrated and awarded for n artform otherwise and frequently downplayed or dismissed (I wonder why). This film steals mythologies from black musicians and sets a white guy as your typical righter of wrongs then only a non-ahem-colored could do. Not to mention the chastisement of a black character for his fuckery of trying to make a poppier version of the sound...irony at its worst.

The film draws brilliantly from classical musicals. While the dance numbers and voices might not hold up, the spirit of old is certainly there in that sense. Despite the picking and choose and, dare I say it once more, the appropriation of oppressed people and histories like they're taffy flavors from a candy store, the effort definitely was there. The shots were masterful, and there were many beautiful views.

But to see this as anything other than a product of whiteness to crowd please, is ignorant. . 

So if all you could take from this is some "well what about" point you're just dying to get out, instead of the point its making, then maybe the written word is not for you. Perhaps stick to...movies.

Tik Tok is bae, and other reason's gays caused 9-11

I have seen the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness. I have seen mountain sides crumble, and whole forests burn. Old mines explode and the air filled with smoke that would frighten even creatures of darkness from hell. 

I have felt earthquakes that have ripped the strongest of human made foundations. A virus akin to the days of old cripple the economy of much the globe and pull my species down to its knees. The vacant and cowardly minded refusing chaos, insisting all must have intelligent planning, that everything is a conspiracy, and that no massacres ever occur. 

I have tasted the failure of will. A masked populace, refusing of circumstance yet ever so accepting of its consequences. Tweeting and memeing and...*cough* blogging about their refusal to submit, yet continuing to live as the very slaves they don't believe they are. 

I have heard sounds of blathering politicians who strive to make the world a darker, more dangerous place. All they do scrounge and hate, and vote in their interests, keeping big business and their own personal ideals the primary points of the legislation that effects our everyday life. The only people that are perhaps more repulsive are the businessman who run the Mormon church, the catholic priests who love the children so, and inner city cops who live to serve their white supremist masters.

Cynicism aside, one day the sun will explode, and all history of all our petty creations will mean nothing.

That's a positive, right?

Happy Black History Month, the shortest month of the year, which I am sure is a coincidence.

~X

Bloody Cape - Deftones

Typhoons - Royal Blood

I Can't Go for That (No Can Do) - Hall & Oates

Edifice of Tyranny - Ouroboros

I'm A Slave 4 U - Britney Spears

I came here to kick ass and chew platitudes, and I'm all out of gum

Hello to the internet again. It has been awhile. I don't know how many times exactly I have vanished then come back around. Space in between spurts of blog creativity increases. We're like the TOOL of blogs. You know, rare but brilliant output, pretentious, and we hate all of you.

Society and culture changes are occurring like it's a fucking industrial revolution or some shit. The time between change and innovation (or exnovation) decreasing, and thusly, we have avoided being on that forefront. I thought to myself, perhaps I could invest my intellectual capacity to doing some massive "since we've been gone" recap, hence stroking the cock that is my anti-political party yet politically conservative socially very liberal yet anti PC take on things, as if you, who is currently reading this on the internet, doesn't have the internet, and needs to be filled in.

So here it is, 10 points of discussion because blather blather blather;

1. People have died. More people should be dead. But different people. The people that killed the other dead people. But legally. And with rope, to save money. It should be hard for psychos and retards to get guns that kill non-psychos and retards.

2. I shouldn't say retard, but I did anyways. And I mean it in a different way then you're thinking, and you know better, but want to be butt hurt anyways. That's your problem.

3. Older rock bands and Hip hop artists have had the largest output of creativity since their original heydays, because most young people can only make rock and hip hop that sounds overly poppy and accessible garbage noise because they want to play it safe, and the younger artists who create with heart don't find success because they want to do it the way their older, established heroes did, but it doesn't work like it did back then, anymore. Ironically, those older bands do better with social media.

4. White hipster people are worse then white, outright racist people because they shout and protest, but the changing in the status quo frightens them as much as it does white supremacists, yet they spend more time treating minorities as monoliths that need to be paraded around instead of excepting them as different, flawed, and often more brilliant than them.

5. The current American President is a moron, a racist bigot, and a general all around piece of shit. If your excuse for liking him is an admiration of his abrasive behavior, him "telling it like it is", or the way he dumps on everyone, yet can't explain his economic policies, and don't care about him dismantling your health care, well, you're a retard. See number 2.

6. Obama use to blow up villages filled with non-combatant women and kids with flying death robots, and had worse immigration policies. Even if you also are not a fan of the current president, don't forget that little tidbit

7. Comedians are becoming a source of trusted news and  moral guidance for a lot of people, and that's just...funny?

8. The view is fox news for liberal flibbertigibbets.

9. Nickelback still sucks.

10. Most importantly, I just heard that "Baby Shark" Song for the first time today, and now I hate children.

Please don't sue me. Not because of the moral ineptitude of bastardizing a thing that makes kids happy. But because I have no money.

I hope everyone is well. Well enough to fuck off.

~Xavier R.

Playlist 8-9-2019

Lovely Day - Bill Withers

Never Swim Alone - Death From Above (Formerly Death From Above 1979)

Peg - Steely Dan

Drop - The Pharcyde

Stacked Actors - Foo Fighters

Hate Speech is the American Way.

I have an unpopular opinion. Not only do I think hate speech is an inherently good and healthy thing, but I think anyone who disagrees with me should be summarily executed and their family should be sent to internment camps to bind copies of Mein Kampf, Das Kapital and Twilight for no fewer than three generations.

Now, am I some sort of evil fuck? Debatable. I'll tell you what I am for sure: a god damn patriot who takes the hardest of hard lines on free speech.

There are some that say hate speech is harmful or even violence. I say these people are degenerates in need of free helicopter rides, or at the very least need to go to the free speech publishing gulags. Their contention is that what we say unduly effects everyone around us, especially "marginalized groups" because they can't bear to hear what people think of them.

I think if you're so easily hurt you're just the chattel I'll need to feed my roving packs of right-wing cannibal death-squads after the nuclear holocaust.

The progressive left can wag it's finger at people like me who think free speech should be a monolithic absolute but they don't know the slope they've doused in KY. They've defined hate speech so broadly that anyone can be accused of bigotry, and given that the newest generation could be my freedom loving, human hunting, army of death, this dog you've trained could very well bite you in the ass. 

You see, princess, you can call us racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, islamophobic, crazed death cultists, rapists, murders, cannibals, etc, etc. You can ban us on social media. You can even throw us in jail for saying what we think. We're not going to stop believing what we believe. At the very best we're going to go underground. But we're still here, all around you. We still hate you. You've just twisted the social contract to make us hate you politely.

So I ask "why be polite?" put all this shit on front street. Know thy neighbor. Know thy enemy. Strengthen your arguments. Thicken your skin.

Buck up. Don't be such a sniveling cunt.

Warlord of the Wastes,
Big Mike.

The earth is flat, Santa is real, and vaccines make children retarded

What is wrong with people? A lot of things it seems. God, knowing that some of these individuals belong to the same species as yours truly makes me lathargic, because why would I want to be outside when those...people...are out and about. Gah.

Perhaps there is hope yet. Maybe I'll stop with the cynicism, and jump on Trump's yugely big dong train, eat artisan foods, and listen to rock without guitars and hip hop with rappers who mumble. Or maybe, to fight apathy I'll take a bunch of vitamins and then blog about how everything sucks. Ah yes, the latter.

Oh yeah, global warming is gonna kill us all.

That being said, I've been able to have some very fruitful conversations with some of the sort of people that, whilst having extremely contrasting ideas from me, can actually discuss their ideas articulately, provide where they found their logic, and not just shout popular talking points that they embrace just because they aren't mainstream. I feel that type of united idea belief is how we avoid thing like, you know, murdering the fuck out of eachother.

However, I will say, whilst the ability to be united in sharing ideas is vital, if there is imperical evidence that comes from multile sources, using the argument "well that's what they 'claim' " doesn't count as an actual counter argument. Otherwise nothing is decisive and everything is pointless. 

But only a sith deals in absolutes.

Man, shut up. 

~Xavier R.

If bullshit politics were genitals, we'd all be getting laid

God damn it I am tired of all of these headlines about our government being a bunch of cocksuckers. I'm not saying that these things should be hidden from us, it's just a damn crying shame that there's so much of this nonsense going around, that it has to be plastered on every damn media outlet the world over. Come to think of it, me bitching about it makes it one in the same.

Now, scandals and such aside, a big problem with political ideals is that they are hard to argue. Not so much the actual concepts, but in some parts of the countries certain things are so ingrained into the local psyche, that you might as well tell a poor televangelist that jesus was actually just a jello cup. It won't get you anywhere.

There are some things that seem so obvious, that it causes absurdity when it's disagreed with. A big one with liberals, is absolute equality. The big case of the day, being homosexuality.

Now personally, I do not see how one can make a choice to be gay or straight, beyond just choosing to act out in a certain way randomly. So calling it a lifestyle, to me, is ridiculous. Yet time and time again, these people are chastised,  beaten, denied basic rights, etc. If they are good, decent human beings, then they shouldn't be denied anything.

However, American conservatism, often rooted in archaic religion (christianity) states homosexuality as an ultimate sin, thusly it damages society in general to allow it.

Now a big one with conservatives, is fiscal responsibility. Now, Israel, religious matters and the whole Medicare scandal aside, programs tend to be paid for without proper, long term backing properly planned out when a more liberal government is in charge. Such as constant debt ceiling lifting, funds pulled from either inflation or fed borrowing. This causes a bunch of fussing, and yada yada, we all suck.

So what am I trying to get across with all this?

Nothing, because it's pretty much pointless.

What I can say further, though, is that if something hurts, don't fucking do it, even if not doing so goes against some type of doctrine that's been force fed to you forever. For example, If your kids are sick and dying, put medicine inside them, instead of dancing along with bullshit populist nonsense. Because if it seems like a bad idea, you know, dead kids and all, I'm sure it is a bad idea.

Now, while in the editing process for the post, Big Mike suggests I really drive my cynicism home (if the cynical approach is what I'm trying to take) something like "whatever, all politicians, left or right, are just child raping vampires. Fuck your political wing and fuck you too."

So yeah, the whole thing is fucked. There are some good ideas. Some good philosophies. The whole discussion is moot though, because it really is all pointless and we're all a bunch of stupid, murderous rape monkeys with smart phones and sneakers which won't matter when the sun explodes and kills everyone anyway in a righteous solar cleansing. Personally, I am hoping for the sun melting and not incineration. We will see. 

Man o man do I miss the poop jokes of my late teens/early 20s. I wasn't so concerned about much, besides how many tourist chicks I could bang, or where I could find some pot. Though I do now feel the effects of things like a bad economy and institutionalized racism like never before, maybe I shouldnt call it "concern". After all, I'm just a murderous rape monkey with a smart phone and sneakers.

~X

I think I'm going to throw up.

So I was informed just hours ago, that for some years now, a mobile app has existed for blogger. Now, while apathy and lack of creative juices obviously played a part in many months of silence, the void of equipment needed had also caused many drawbacks. Oh well, hindsight is a bunch of numbers or whatever. That also means that I'll be able to log on more often now, and talk about stuff and things while dropping a duece. Which I could be doing now, you don't know.

Anyhoo...

There is a lot of things that I do relatively well. I'm a pretty good musician, not a terrible boxer, a decent writer, and of course a world class lover. However, something in particular, which may or may note cause more problems then it does glory, so how I am a champion drinker. 

Just so there's no misunderstanding to the classy toddlers that read this;

Alcohol, not apple juice.

One of the beautiful things that alcohol does, is loosen you up in a way that deletes the concerns for the future. That way, besides losing the fear of rejection and that social retardation just slipping away, by golly once you hit the sweet spot, that level you strove for, you don't even care that you'll probably be tossing spaghetti chunks out your mouth hole.

Now, another just lovely thing about this poison is that it's cheap. Well, it can be cheap. If the need to drown your woes is ever pulsating in your weak mortal skull, it's good to know that after a bus ride and a 10 spot with a couple of singles, you can find yourself embracing a half gallon of vodka swill while crying on your couch watching adult cartoons.

Now, being like a true champ, a barron of bad shits, a duke of dying D cells, comes with a lot of responsibility. You have to constantly be on a charm offensive, so that you don't seem out of the ordinary. What does that mean?

Well, have you ever gone on a walk into town for a cheeseburger, but your legs felt like goo, everything was hilarious, and you just didn't give a fuck? Well that's called having the drunk munchies. Now, driving like this is the purest form of retardation, so no drive through for you. You must be face to face. However, you can't just laugh and stumble around, then stare at the order taker's tits. You have to compliment them, too. You also need to keep a smile of your face while you do an erotic jig. See? Charm.

Then, when you run into some type of authority figure, such as a cop or your dumb wife, you can't just fall over next to them and blame the wind (though as a last resort it might not hurt). You need to be able to carry yourself with a certain level of dignity so that, with either person, you don't end up in a cage eating shitty food. 

Now me in particular, I am what you call a pro. I practically wrote the book on having yourself a responsible drink from time and time. Sure, I've needed to reprint that book a couple dozen times because I either piss or puke on the one prior, but so what? Sure, I've gone empty handed with the ladies at bars a bunch, but they don't call me the bi-annual 10 slammer for nothing. I'm practically every quote from some stupid book about being cool that you've ever even considered reading. 

Perhaps it doesn't help that being drunk causes bad eating habits, among other serious health issues. You can always remember though, that eating cheeseburgers is fucking awesome. What do doctors know anyways? They went to college, and college is for nerds. 

Haha, nerds.

So remember, while some nerd in a white coat might tell you that alcohol is killing a higher percentage of people every year, that you should slow down, and probably exercise more, but can still drink and have fun as long as you limit it to the weekends or perhaps just celebrations, you tell them this;

No.

Because the world sucks, and God is dead.

~X

P.s. I hope you learned something. If not, I'm sorry you're too dumb to learn. If you did, I'm sorry you're dumb and needed to learn this.

Many a moon later, we present: Mental Anguish and stress nightmares

The most peculiar thing happened to my subconscious mind. I was plagued by the most wicked nightmares that were intermittent with random moments of graphic sex. Now, I'm not sure if it was the sudden political upheaval of the Turkish government (and the bloody battle that lead to it), the theft of my Mother's golden Marvel superhero statuettes, the raiding of my house by murderous boy scouts, the gain of love then lost of trust by the woman I'm infatuated with, or, god damn it, the rampant drug use. However, when I woke up this morning, I was feeling a little uneasy.

Now, often times I will be able to tie in my real life situation into nightmares I'm having, because usually your conscious mind can either translate into your dreams, or you can at least dream slightly of the future given situations that you, again, have experienced whilst awake. These things I dreamed of, however, I could not quite find my inner self's motivation for.

With nightmares I have noticed though, it usually pertains to fears on an emotional level. Big scary monsters and ghosts and the like usually don't work on me, so my inner self finds other things. Often times, if you notice about even yourself, there is no actually correlation (or at least immediately) however you still exude those feelings of dread.

Or, fuck it, who knows. Maybe my evil twin Teddy is at it again with poisoning my coffee.

This shall surely affect my inheritance!

That being said, with the introduction of me relocating to a new home for both my well being and for work, I find myself with a new home office. I feel like writing again. I think I will. Hopefully not about nightmares that have me waking up feeling like I just survived a nuclear war.

Or maybe I will. I just reread the works of Kafka not long ago. Who knows what I'm capable of...

Getting another cup of coffee, that's what.

~Xavier R.

Book Report: Chuck Palahniuk's "Invisible Monsters"

"Nothing of me is original, I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known."

 Invisible Monsters is Chuck Palahniuk's third published novel and tells the story of an up-and-coming fashion model horribly disfigured by a stray bullet that leaves her horribly disfigured. Her jaw is gone, unable to talk, she goes from being the center of attention to a horrible monster no one can bear to look at. She embarks on a road trip with a stunning transsexual and her ex fiance to steal drugs and hormones from rich old people's open houses.

 The story itself is deceptively simple though it jumps schizophrenically between four different points in the story: the model with her parent's during holidays, modeling with her best friend, her in the hospital after the accident and on the road with the other two characters getting into shenanigans. I did seem to predict the larger plot points and twists, being familiar with Palahniuk's work. Also, I did miss his novel writing quirks present in his later works (like the oral biography in Rant or the epistolary screeds of Pygmy). I'd still say give it a read. You'll either love it or hate it.

 Plot and Characters aside, the Themes really shine here. Much like Fight Club, the central theme seems to be self destruction, whereas it seems the narrator had something to prove in his slow decent into madness and domestic terrorism, the cast of Invisible Monsters seem hell bent on doing nothing but spiting their parents. They know they're not original, a copy of a copy of a copy, so instead of trying to meet the expectations of their parents (who, like in Fight Club, are also analogous to God) and society, they try instead to be monsters in their own respective ways in a desperate attempt to be original.

All in all, I'd say it was pretty good. I'm not much of a fashionista, so if you're really not interested in our jaw-less protagonist talking for page after page about what the other characters are wearing like Tyler Durden talked about saponification and explosives, just skim it like I did. I don't think I missed much.

As a note, I'd like to say these were my impressions after reading the straight novel version of Invisible Monsters, not the Remix version, which is a retooling with late era Palahniuk's characteristically ergodic flair. I'm looking forward to that, for sure.

Love,
Big Mike.

Straight from the headlines! (Or the gutters)

Tonight, it will be decided who the two primary knuckleheads running for President Of The United States Of America will be. Are you excited? I hope not, because the likeliness of a viable candidate who has minimal self interest, proper experience, a caring attitude, and looks fresh in a one piece is pretty damn close to impossible. Sheer folly I say. Sheer folly!

Soak it all in. Try not to cum too quickly.

~Xavier R.

p.s.

Vote carefully. Its important to know which garbage can your ballot is going to be tossed into.

EDIT* 2-3-2016 So apparently I stated what would occur incorrectly. The party selections haven't happened quite yet, but the sentiment stands.

PLAYLIST 2-1-2016

Out Of The Black - Royal Blood

Tom's Diner - Suzanne Vega

Boys Wanna Be Her - Peaches

Spiderbite - Jerry Cantrell

Goodbye Pork Pie Hat (Charles Mingus Cover) - Jeff Beck