Y’know, Dubya… after 9/11, if you had, after all, poured every single available military resource into Afghanistan near the Pakistani border in one big glorious egg hunt for Bin Laden and Co., you probably could have had a shred of credibility and confidence in your leadership by now. Perhaps you could have convinced some of the present naysayers that you were at least TRYING to do the right thing. But, of course that would stray from the reality of your true allegiance to certain dubious interests.
You (with the careful guidance of your military industrial puppet masters) just HAD to bamboozle the most gullible of our desperately vengeful sunshine patriot population into thinking: somehow, turning Iraq into a playground of blood-drenched mischief and chaos is going to make us feel safer day to day.
And along comes Cindy Sheehan. Here’s a mother of a soldier killed in your silly pointless war trying to get a straight answer from you as to not only why we are still there, but also why we went into Iraq with guns blazing in the FIRST place. Admittedly, she may be a bit confused from your previous statements just like many others. After all, first it was WMDs, then it was some connection with Al-Qaeda, and now it’s some bullshit about capturing Saddam and bringing him to justice so that the Iraqi people can enjoy McDonalds and SBC DSL service just like us good ‘merrkans do right in the U.S. of A.! Of course, as time goes by, you are proving that you are not man enough to address her questions (even in front of a camera on prime time TV as a statement to all of the American people) and that doesn’t surprise me one bit. No, in typical Dubya fashion, you’ll just let someone else do the real work. In this case, that entails letting your ignorant right-wing megaphone flunkies run round like dogs to deride Cindy Sheehan by whatever sleazy put downs and otherwise juvenile and unwarranted comments are necessary to keep Halliburton’s profit margin healthy in the Iraqi desert.
And now these idiots are namedropping Jane Fonda into the mix! Like, nobody saw that coming. There doesn’t seem to be any concern from the cheerleader hawks that what Jane Fonda did has no fuckin’ comparison whatsoever to Cindy Sheehan’s campaign. If Jane Fonda had camped outside of San Clemente, stating to reporters, “I want President Nixon to explain to me why our boys are dying over in Vietnam and how long they’ll be staying there…” how much ammunition would the dove-bashers have nowadays in terms of a galvanizing scapegoat?
It’s ultimately sickening to see these pawns for Move America Backward, erm I mean Forward, all parroting the same tired sentiment about how Cindy Sheehan is going to endanger the morale of our troops. It’s ironic that I, as a staunch opponent of Dubya’s illegal holy war in Iraq, have more faith in our men and women in the armed forces than the zombies who tow the party line in the name of a cult mentality mistaken for “patriotism”. I just can’t picture these soldiers being disheartened because someone is engaging in their right to freely speak in dissent. After all, isn’t that what Dubya and Rummy and all those other assholes are telling them is the REASON that they are stationed there?
Want to preserve integrity and well-being? Instead of pulling your hair out over Cindy, try campaigning for stuff like body armor and secure vehicles and such that will keep young people with a future from returning back to us in flag-draped coffins. Then you’ll actually be showing your support for the troops and still look right-wing PC without embarrassing your fellow Dittoheads at the water cooler.
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
You know, I’m not really that familiar with that Eliot Spitzer guy or his political positions. But with enough of the proper evidence to encourage me, I’d be tempted to start a grassroots presidential campaign for the Spitzer ’08 ticket.
After all, anyone who could make a major recording conglomerate roll over and pee themselves in admitting that they paid off radio stations in merchandise and trips and such in order to get their shitty music on the air has already earned my vote. Spitzer did exactly that, in performing his duties as the State of New York’s Attorney General. Not to mention the fact that, to add insult to injury, Sony BMG has to kick down a 10 million dollar fine for good measure. This well-earned legal spanking provides glorious proof of what countless others and myself have known all along, and in this example, the letters in Sony “BMG” obviously stand for “Bribe Me Good.”
Hopefully, we’ll get to see the other majors get smacked soon enough, since Sony is just copping to tactics that are more or less undertaken by the rest of the monstrosity known as the recording industry. Will this take a big permanent bite out of Payola, smiting it for the salvation of generations of listeners to come? Nah, I doubt it. But it’s still fun to watch ‘em squirm.
I’ve got a lovely proposition for the offending parties: now, Eliot (can I call you Eliot?), listen carefully. When the shit starts really hitting the fan, and the labels start getting cold feet like so many Young Republicans after re-introduction of the draft, and wanting to back away from scrutiny, here’s a suggestion re: what to do with the revenue from fines. Instead of paying out for "music appreciation programs" (where they could just give away their CDs and write it off at retail,) make them donate the cold hard cash to a relief effort in Africa being staged right now by the World Food Programme (WFP) of the United Nations.
Hell, the money generated by just two fines (assuming it equals or surpasses Sony’s total, which from two corporations would add to over 20 million dollars) would fund emergency rations heading out to the most vulnerable 1.2 million starving people in Niger right now. Plus it would shed some much-needed light upon a dire situation that the major news outlets, in their all encompassing wisdom and journalistic integrity, have more or less chosen to ignore. After all, it’s MUCH more important to keep a live camera trained on a pond in Aruba being drained for the possible remains of a missing Bama blonde than to inform the world that there’s people disintegrating by the millions in some Third World country. I guess that they feel that the viewing public prefers to see images of Black people as well fed, oversexed minstrels and athletes and not in various later stages of malnutrition. That may not be the kind the reality TV that sells Pepsi and Chryslers. Because obviously, if people give money to charity, that’s at least a bit less change blown on consumer goods, and golly, we wouldn’t want THAT to happen, would we?
But I digress. It sure is lovely to see a karmic payback to the major labels for the shit they’ve pulled. One of the emails presented by Spitzer has a station manager who allegedly (snicker snicker) took stuff from Sony BMG as saying, “I’m a whore this week. What can I say?”
Not much more, I’m sure. And it couldn’t have been said better. Really. And truly.
Here's a fun story from Hong Kong on the Sony BMG settlement.
Here is a link to the United Nations World Food Programme website.
After all, anyone who could make a major recording conglomerate roll over and pee themselves in admitting that they paid off radio stations in merchandise and trips and such in order to get their shitty music on the air has already earned my vote. Spitzer did exactly that, in performing his duties as the State of New York’s Attorney General. Not to mention the fact that, to add insult to injury, Sony BMG has to kick down a 10 million dollar fine for good measure. This well-earned legal spanking provides glorious proof of what countless others and myself have known all along, and in this example, the letters in Sony “BMG” obviously stand for “Bribe Me Good.”
Hopefully, we’ll get to see the other majors get smacked soon enough, since Sony is just copping to tactics that are more or less undertaken by the rest of the monstrosity known as the recording industry. Will this take a big permanent bite out of Payola, smiting it for the salvation of generations of listeners to come? Nah, I doubt it. But it’s still fun to watch ‘em squirm.
I’ve got a lovely proposition for the offending parties: now, Eliot (can I call you Eliot?), listen carefully. When the shit starts really hitting the fan, and the labels start getting cold feet like so many Young Republicans after re-introduction of the draft, and wanting to back away from scrutiny, here’s a suggestion re: what to do with the revenue from fines. Instead of paying out for "music appreciation programs" (where they could just give away their CDs and write it off at retail,) make them donate the cold hard cash to a relief effort in Africa being staged right now by the World Food Programme (WFP) of the United Nations.
Hell, the money generated by just two fines (assuming it equals or surpasses Sony’s total, which from two corporations would add to over 20 million dollars) would fund emergency rations heading out to the most vulnerable 1.2 million starving people in Niger right now. Plus it would shed some much-needed light upon a dire situation that the major news outlets, in their all encompassing wisdom and journalistic integrity, have more or less chosen to ignore. After all, it’s MUCH more important to keep a live camera trained on a pond in Aruba being drained for the possible remains of a missing Bama blonde than to inform the world that there’s people disintegrating by the millions in some Third World country. I guess that they feel that the viewing public prefers to see images of Black people as well fed, oversexed minstrels and athletes and not in various later stages of malnutrition. That may not be the kind the reality TV that sells Pepsi and Chryslers. Because obviously, if people give money to charity, that’s at least a bit less change blown on consumer goods, and golly, we wouldn’t want THAT to happen, would we?
But I digress. It sure is lovely to see a karmic payback to the major labels for the shit they’ve pulled. One of the emails presented by Spitzer has a station manager who allegedly (snicker snicker) took stuff from Sony BMG as saying, “I’m a whore this week. What can I say?”
Not much more, I’m sure. And it couldn’t have been said better. Really. And truly.
Here's a fun story from Hong Kong on the Sony BMG settlement.
Here is a link to the United Nations World Food Programme website.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
NOSTALGIA TIME! Part 2
(Note: Here's some writing from what I titled the "Cheesy Promo Insert" mailed out with media copies of my 2001 CD, Never. Instead of the typical "(insert artist here) is a gifted and talented prodigy whose music is reminiscent of (insert famous people here)", there's some notes on what makes me "tick" as a musician. At least one writer needed his diaper changed after reading it, and tried to "git back at me real good" with a pathetic attempt to undermine my statements. Most folks seemed to appreciate what I was saying, so here's the original rant for posterity's sake.)
Here's my basic philosophy. Music is played for enjoyment, not profit. I enjoy what I write and record. Elitists and haters can suck my ass.
I envision a future where musicians, visual artists, and anyone creative can participate in a world free of monopolistically imposed limitations, overly pasteurized cultural standards, and financially inspired works. I would love to be able to know that somebody can go out in the vicinity of their town here in America and find entertainment and information being distributed and presented in an honest and genuine manner, with people more obsessed with the heart, guts and soul of the stuff shared than the dumb-ass bottom line of the profit margin. I would like to see people help each other when it's really real and not because their egos need a good jerk-off or they expect something in return. Likewise, I'd like to see less folks sitting around consuming and THINKING about creating something they can share with the world, rather than what they can get for the least amount of exchange.
Fuck using the famed description for television- it's the music industry that has become the true vast wasteland. Consider the terminology itself- "music industry", "entertainment industry"; what if someone started using the term "art industry"? It would be quickly reduced to describe the likes of Velvet Elvises, Big Eyed Cats In Alleyways, and Dogs Playing Poker. Why isn't the same cynicism used to dismiss the hacks and quick-buck scammers who stink up today's airwaves and record store racks? One could argue that people buy the shit, so obviously they prefer and enjoy the shit. But really- prefer it in comparison to what? Enjoy it, or convince themselves that they enjoy it because some media Gestapo figure told them to?
Don't like my music? Fine. Create something that speaks out of YOU. I can respect that. But don't put me beneath some disposable boy group, trend-mongering hanger-on, or theory-drunk soul-killing "real" musician. You're only bullshitting and being unfair to YOURSELF.
(Note: Here's some writing from what I titled the "Cheesy Promo Insert" mailed out with media copies of my 2001 CD, Never. Instead of the typical "(insert artist here) is a gifted and talented prodigy whose music is reminiscent of (insert famous people here)", there's some notes on what makes me "tick" as a musician. At least one writer needed his diaper changed after reading it, and tried to "git back at me real good" with a pathetic attempt to undermine my statements. Most folks seemed to appreciate what I was saying, so here's the original rant for posterity's sake.)
Here's my basic philosophy. Music is played for enjoyment, not profit. I enjoy what I write and record. Elitists and haters can suck my ass.
I envision a future where musicians, visual artists, and anyone creative can participate in a world free of monopolistically imposed limitations, overly pasteurized cultural standards, and financially inspired works. I would love to be able to know that somebody can go out in the vicinity of their town here in America and find entertainment and information being distributed and presented in an honest and genuine manner, with people more obsessed with the heart, guts and soul of the stuff shared than the dumb-ass bottom line of the profit margin. I would like to see people help each other when it's really real and not because their egos need a good jerk-off or they expect something in return. Likewise, I'd like to see less folks sitting around consuming and THINKING about creating something they can share with the world, rather than what they can get for the least amount of exchange.
Fuck using the famed description for television- it's the music industry that has become the true vast wasteland. Consider the terminology itself- "music industry", "entertainment industry"; what if someone started using the term "art industry"? It would be quickly reduced to describe the likes of Velvet Elvises, Big Eyed Cats In Alleyways, and Dogs Playing Poker. Why isn't the same cynicism used to dismiss the hacks and quick-buck scammers who stink up today's airwaves and record store racks? One could argue that people buy the shit, so obviously they prefer and enjoy the shit. But really- prefer it in comparison to what? Enjoy it, or convince themselves that they enjoy it because some media Gestapo figure told them to?
Don't like my music? Fine. Create something that speaks out of YOU. I can respect that. But don't put me beneath some disposable boy group, trend-mongering hanger-on, or theory-drunk soul-killing "real" musician. You're only bullshitting and being unfair to YOURSELF.
Monday, June 20, 2005
----- Original Message -----
From: Martin the Jackzi (martinthejackzi@londonmet.ac.uk)
To: blackhole@blackholemediaco.com
Cc: mpsycho@pacbell.net
Sent: Thursday, June 16, 2005 8:25 AM
Subject: Michael Jackson
Hi there,
I just came across your website and your blog about Michael Jackson.
Michael is a very good friend of mine (at least as a pretend friend) and I just wanted to say a few words to you. I can understand that you did not like the verdict, but what I do not understand is why you should launch into a personal attack on someone just because you do not like his love for the children. It says in your previous blog "Okay, it’s (embarrassingly) true confession time: as a kid just a few years younger than Jacko, I was actually inspired to get into writing and playing music thanks to seeing the Jackson 5 on the tube when I was six or seven years old". What happened to that? What I find really disgusting is the way you used the "molestations" and Michael's current plans to resume his career in your "blog". You have no idea what he went through and also what really happened. Moreover, his personal struggle has nothing to do with his talent and music and should not have come into this at all. But I guess if it wasn't for that, you wouldn't have much to write about.
I believe that Michael has a great future in front of him. It is your future that looks pretty pointless to me.
Martin
martinthejackzi@londonmet.ac.uk
From: Michael Psycho
To: Martin the Jackzi
Subject: Re: Jacko’s Lotto Win in Court
Date: Friday, June 17 08:18:28 -0700
Martin,
Thanks for your input.
If you are concerned with how his " his personal struggle has nothing to do with his talent and music and should not have come into this at all" then you should have seen how his brother went on and on with Larry King about a “conspiracy” against Jacko and his career, which, in this observer’s humble opinion, Jacko himself seems to have sabotaged quite nicely. I mean, do you actually think that “Invincible” has any listening quality even in the slightest? Pee-yew!
I don't care if Jacko makes another album. I just wanted a more objective and accurate verdict.
I responded with the same weapon that Jacko’s family and supporters are using: words. So if you were miffed by the fact that I posted my opinion of the verdict, well, there are two sides to every opinion.
Oh and thanks for your opinion, but my future is none of your business.
Michael Psycho
From: Martin the Jackzi (martinthejackzi@londonmet.ac.uk)
To: blackhole@blackholemediaco.com
Cc: mpsycho@pacbell.net
Sent: Thursday, June 17, 2005 1:32 PM
Subject: Michael Jackson
Michael,
I was judging you just by what you wrote, same as you did with Michael. I mentioned you (sic) future only after reading " Maybe with a little luck, he’ll be caught with his drawers down and hand in the pants of a pre-teen in a nice country located, um, somewhere in Asia or South America. Then we’ll see if his high retainer legal goons, level of fame and checkbook can REALLY do the job. Nothing short of an extended involuntary stay inside of a Thai prison would be sweeter karmic justice for Jacko.". I thought that was a pretty crap thing to say to someone in Michael's condition and none of your business either.
That's all...
Martin
From: Michael Psycho
To: Martin the Jackzi
Subject: Re: You Are Smoking Crack, Aren’t You?
Date: Sat, 18 June 2005 09:18:28 -0700
Martin,
So because Michael's your, um, friend his family and supporters have a monopoly on crap things to say, eh? Interesting theory.
Thanks again.
Michael Psycho
Sent: Sunday June 19 5:09 AM Subject: Re: Michael Jackson
Michael,
No, they do not have a monopoly on crap things to say, obviously. I didn’t even say they were right to be abusive in their opinion of the accuser’s family. All I wanted to say was that it was not fair to use his fondness for children in your blog.
Thanks again.
Martin
Martin,
I know you didn't say it, so I will ask you.
Do you think they ARE right to be abusive in interviews?
Michael Psycho
(At this point “Martin” doesn't respond. At this point I receive an email from, who else but:)
----- Original Message -----
From: "Michael Jackson" mj@iamcompletelyinnocentanditsallaconspiracy.com
To: mpsycho@pacbell.net
Sent: Monday, June 20, 2005 12:08 PM
Subject: website
mr. psycho-
i heard u had my name up on your web-site, but i am “resting”. pity, i would have enjoyed reading what u had to say. michael jackson
From: Michael Psycho
Date: Tuesday, June 21 9:20 PM
To: Jacko the Freak
Subject: re:website
Nah Jacko. You definitely would not have enjoyed it. But in retrospect, perhaps it's much more effective to ignore you than insult you.
Michael Psycho
From: "Michael Jackson" mj@iamcompletelyinnocentanditsallaconspiracy.com
To: mpsycho@pacbell.net
Sent: Tuesday, June 21, 2005 12:08 PM
Subject: website
michael-yeah, okay, mr. psycho. that's why he said that you went to the trouble to write about how perverted i am on your web-site, but you were busy "ignoring"me all that time. feel free to look the word up(i-g-n-o-r-e). i doubt you're capable of the wit it would require to properly insult me, since true wit requires comprehension skills, which I obviously lack. i actually wanted to read what you had to say about me, but since you were "ignoring" me, i guess i'll just go back to being a performer, and you can go back to whatever it is you do while waiting (forever) to get a shot with those"majors".
hahahahaha!
eeeee-heee!
michael jackson
From: Michael Psycho
Date: Wednesday, June 22, 2005 9:20 PM
To: Jacko the Freak
Jacko, you ignorant slut,You call that stale crock of shit song and dance act “performing”?
You really are a waste of everyone’s time.
Michael Psycho
From: "Thomas Mesereau" (tmesereau@legaldroids.com)
To: mpsycho@pacbell.net
Sent: Tuesday, June 23, 2005 9:01 AM
Subject: Cease and Desist
Hi-there,
The-reason-for-this-correspondence-is-to-request-that-you-
remove-the-blog-entries-in-which-you-publish-false-emails-from-
my-client-and-one-of-his-alleged-fans.(beep, chirp) You-are-probably-
well-aware-of-the-fact-that-MR.-Jackson-has-proven-completely-
innocent-and-… please-wait-system-backup-system-back-up-
can-not-compute-…(beep, whirr, chirp, bing) thank-you-,
will-continue-now. In-closing-, may-I-say-that-justice-is-done-the-
man's-innocent-he always-was. If-you-keep-this-blog-posted-you-
will-face-serious-civil-action-on-behalf-of-my-client.
Have-a-nice-day
Thomas Mesereau, Jr.
From: Michael Psycho
To: Thomas Mesereau
Sent: Thursday, June 23, 2005 3:49 PM
Subject: Fer Chrissakes, Tom, Lighten Up
My God, you even email like a fuckin’ robot.
Mr. Mesereau… if you please, look up the legal boundaries in regards to satire of public figures. Go ahead and waste your time filing all of the documents in the universe’s realm. I think that, at least in America, the decision of Hustler Magazine v. Falwell (1988) set the standard in this particular subject.
And what’s more, yes, of course these are fake emails! DUH! FYI, I actually modified some “troll mail” I received from these two idiots (at least I THINK that there were 2 authors) about 5 years ago.
If anything’s truly outrageous about this, it’s the fact that I didn’t really need to change the basic body of any of these trolls’ messages… just had to pretty much substitute a name here or there.
And, yes, of course I’ll admit that your email is COMPLETELY made up. So lighten up. A little parody can be a great character builder (and it seems that most of the folks on the defense side of this case could use some more of that.) So, just bask in the glory of the fact that you got an accused child molestor off the hook based mostly on his fame and building a climate of hate for the victim’s family, and to slightly modify one of your client’s more famous songs, leave me the FUCK alone.
Namaste,
Michael Psycho
From: Martin the Jackzi (martinthejackzi@londonmet.ac.uk)
To: blackhole@blackholemediaco.com
Cc: mpsycho@pacbell.net
Sent: Thursday, June 16, 2005 8:25 AM
Subject: Michael Jackson
Hi there,
I just came across your website and your blog about Michael Jackson.
Michael is a very good friend of mine (at least as a pretend friend) and I just wanted to say a few words to you. I can understand that you did not like the verdict, but what I do not understand is why you should launch into a personal attack on someone just because you do not like his love for the children. It says in your previous blog "Okay, it’s (embarrassingly) true confession time: as a kid just a few years younger than Jacko, I was actually inspired to get into writing and playing music thanks to seeing the Jackson 5 on the tube when I was six or seven years old". What happened to that? What I find really disgusting is the way you used the "molestations" and Michael's current plans to resume his career in your "blog". You have no idea what he went through and also what really happened. Moreover, his personal struggle has nothing to do with his talent and music and should not have come into this at all. But I guess if it wasn't for that, you wouldn't have much to write about.
I believe that Michael has a great future in front of him. It is your future that looks pretty pointless to me.
Martin
martinthejackzi@londonmet.ac.uk
From: Michael Psycho
To: Martin the Jackzi
Subject: Re: Jacko’s Lotto Win in Court
Date: Friday, June 17 08:18:28 -0700
Martin,
Thanks for your input.
If you are concerned with how his " his personal struggle has nothing to do with his talent and music and should not have come into this at all" then you should have seen how his brother went on and on with Larry King about a “conspiracy” against Jacko and his career, which, in this observer’s humble opinion, Jacko himself seems to have sabotaged quite nicely. I mean, do you actually think that “Invincible” has any listening quality even in the slightest? Pee-yew!
I don't care if Jacko makes another album. I just wanted a more objective and accurate verdict.
I responded with the same weapon that Jacko’s family and supporters are using: words. So if you were miffed by the fact that I posted my opinion of the verdict, well, there are two sides to every opinion.
Oh and thanks for your opinion, but my future is none of your business.
Michael Psycho
From: Martin the Jackzi (martinthejackzi@londonmet.ac.uk)
To: blackhole@blackholemediaco.com
Cc: mpsycho@pacbell.net
Sent: Thursday, June 17, 2005 1:32 PM
Subject: Michael Jackson
Michael,
I was judging you just by what you wrote, same as you did with Michael. I mentioned you (sic) future only after reading " Maybe with a little luck, he’ll be caught with his drawers down and hand in the pants of a pre-teen in a nice country located, um, somewhere in Asia or South America. Then we’ll see if his high retainer legal goons, level of fame and checkbook can REALLY do the job. Nothing short of an extended involuntary stay inside of a Thai prison would be sweeter karmic justice for Jacko.". I thought that was a pretty crap thing to say to someone in Michael's condition and none of your business either.
That's all...
Martin
From: Michael Psycho
To: Martin the Jackzi
Subject: Re: You Are Smoking Crack, Aren’t You?
Date: Sat, 18 June 2005 09:18:28 -0700
Martin,
So because Michael's your, um, friend his family and supporters have a monopoly on crap things to say, eh? Interesting theory.
Thanks again.
Michael Psycho
Sent: Sunday June 19 5:09 AM Subject: Re: Michael Jackson
Michael,
No, they do not have a monopoly on crap things to say, obviously. I didn’t even say they were right to be abusive in their opinion of the accuser’s family. All I wanted to say was that it was not fair to use his fondness for children in your blog.
Thanks again.
Martin
Martin,
I know you didn't say it, so I will ask you.
Do you think they ARE right to be abusive in interviews?
Michael Psycho
(At this point “Martin” doesn't respond. At this point I receive an email from, who else but:)
----- Original Message -----
From: "Michael Jackson" mj@iamcompletelyinnocentanditsallaconspiracy.com
To: mpsycho@pacbell.net
Sent: Monday, June 20, 2005 12:08 PM
Subject: website
mr. psycho-
i heard u had my name up on your web-site, but i am “resting”. pity, i would have enjoyed reading what u had to say. michael jackson
From: Michael Psycho
Date: Tuesday, June 21 9:20 PM
To: Jacko the Freak
Subject: re:website
Nah Jacko. You definitely would not have enjoyed it. But in retrospect, perhaps it's much more effective to ignore you than insult you.
Michael Psycho
From: "Michael Jackson" mj@iamcompletelyinnocentanditsallaconspiracy.com
To: mpsycho@pacbell.net
Sent: Tuesday, June 21, 2005 12:08 PM
Subject: website
michael-yeah, okay, mr. psycho. that's why he said that you went to the trouble to write about how perverted i am on your web-site, but you were busy "ignoring"me all that time. feel free to look the word up(i-g-n-o-r-e). i doubt you're capable of the wit it would require to properly insult me, since true wit requires comprehension skills, which I obviously lack. i actually wanted to read what you had to say about me, but since you were "ignoring" me, i guess i'll just go back to being a performer, and you can go back to whatever it is you do while waiting (forever) to get a shot with those"majors".
hahahahaha!
eeeee-heee!
michael jackson
From: Michael Psycho
Date: Wednesday, June 22, 2005 9:20 PM
To: Jacko the Freak
Jacko, you ignorant slut,You call that stale crock of shit song and dance act “performing”?
You really are a waste of everyone’s time.
Michael Psycho
From: "Thomas Mesereau" (tmesereau@legaldroids.com)
To: mpsycho@pacbell.net
Sent: Tuesday, June 23, 2005 9:01 AM
Subject: Cease and Desist
Hi-there,
The-reason-for-this-correspondence-is-to-request-that-you-
remove-the-blog-entries-in-which-you-publish-false-emails-from-
my-client-and-one-of-his-alleged-fans.(beep, chirp) You-are-probably-
well-aware-of-the-fact-that-MR.-Jackson-has-proven-completely-
innocent-and-… please-wait-system-backup-system-back-up-
can-not-compute-…(beep, whirr, chirp, bing) thank-you-,
will-continue-now. In-closing-, may-I-say-that-justice-is-done-the-
man's-innocent-he always-was. If-you-keep-this-blog-posted-you-
will-face-serious-civil-action-on-behalf-of-my-client.
Have-a-nice-day
Thomas Mesereau, Jr.
From: Michael Psycho
To: Thomas Mesereau
Sent: Thursday, June 23, 2005 3:49 PM
Subject: Fer Chrissakes, Tom, Lighten Up
My God, you even email like a fuckin’ robot.
Mr. Mesereau… if you please, look up the legal boundaries in regards to satire of public figures. Go ahead and waste your time filing all of the documents in the universe’s realm. I think that, at least in America, the decision of Hustler Magazine v. Falwell (1988) set the standard in this particular subject.
And what’s more, yes, of course these are fake emails! DUH! FYI, I actually modified some “troll mail” I received from these two idiots (at least I THINK that there were 2 authors) about 5 years ago.
If anything’s truly outrageous about this, it’s the fact that I didn’t really need to change the basic body of any of these trolls’ messages… just had to pretty much substitute a name here or there.
And, yes, of course I’ll admit that your email is COMPLETELY made up. So lighten up. A little parody can be a great character builder (and it seems that most of the folks on the defense side of this case could use some more of that.) So, just bask in the glory of the fact that you got an accused child molestor off the hook based mostly on his fame and building a climate of hate for the victim’s family, and to slightly modify one of your client’s more famous songs, leave me the FUCK alone.
Namaste,
Michael Psycho
Monday, June 13, 2005
The verdict changes nothing.
Jacko is a perverted pedophile who got a double break, first by buying off one kid and then lucking out with a jury on another. We have learned the hard way over the years that in order for the system to “work”, sometimes you have to acquit people who aren’t necessarily innocent. But this wasn’t a case where an accused child molester was found not guilty. This was an extraordinary moment where the mother of the accused's victim lost a popularity contest, awarding her son’s alleged molester a “get out of jail free” card.
Okay, let’s pretend that Mom truly is a lying sack of shit who tries to swindle celebrities. Presuming that a grifter’s child can not tell the truth about getting molested shows about as much intelligence as proclaiming that a prostitute could not be raped. In an interview after the verdict at least one or two jurors whined something to the effect about how there was no “smoking gun” to prove “beyond a reasonable doubt” that Jacko was guilty of ANY of the charges. If these rocket scientists had been sitting as jurors on certain other cases, there would be a Hell of a lot of now-convicted Catholic priests out walking the streets today.
Yeah, it can be argued convincingly that the prosecutors fucked up this case from the get go. But this is still the beginning of the end for Michael Jackson. He certainly has nothing to celebrate here. It’s not like the court of public opinion will suddenly take him in with open arms. This motherfucker had better prepare to be walking on eggshells for the rest of his life. Because the next time he gets in hot water (and with a typical serial pedophile like Jacko this will happen, guaranteed) the channels of law enforcement will be working extra carefully to ensure that you don’t get to saunter off in the clear. Maybe with a little luck, he’ll be caught with his drawers down and hand in the pants of a pre-teen in a nice country located, um, somewhere in Asia or South America. Then we’ll see if his high retainer legal goons, level of fame and checkbook can REALLY do the job. Nothing short of an extended involuntary stay inside of a Thai prison would be sweeter karmic justice for Jacko.
(Just for nostalgia's sake, here's a blog I wrote in 2003, just after the "Living With Michael Jackson" special was aired, and just before the legal shit hit the fan for Jacko. Click here to read it)
Jacko is a perverted pedophile who got a double break, first by buying off one kid and then lucking out with a jury on another. We have learned the hard way over the years that in order for the system to “work”, sometimes you have to acquit people who aren’t necessarily innocent. But this wasn’t a case where an accused child molester was found not guilty. This was an extraordinary moment where the mother of the accused's victim lost a popularity contest, awarding her son’s alleged molester a “get out of jail free” card.
Okay, let’s pretend that Mom truly is a lying sack of shit who tries to swindle celebrities. Presuming that a grifter’s child can not tell the truth about getting molested shows about as much intelligence as proclaiming that a prostitute could not be raped. In an interview after the verdict at least one or two jurors whined something to the effect about how there was no “smoking gun” to prove “beyond a reasonable doubt” that Jacko was guilty of ANY of the charges. If these rocket scientists had been sitting as jurors on certain other cases, there would be a Hell of a lot of now-convicted Catholic priests out walking the streets today.
Yeah, it can be argued convincingly that the prosecutors fucked up this case from the get go. But this is still the beginning of the end for Michael Jackson. He certainly has nothing to celebrate here. It’s not like the court of public opinion will suddenly take him in with open arms. This motherfucker had better prepare to be walking on eggshells for the rest of his life. Because the next time he gets in hot water (and with a typical serial pedophile like Jacko this will happen, guaranteed) the channels of law enforcement will be working extra carefully to ensure that you don’t get to saunter off in the clear. Maybe with a little luck, he’ll be caught with his drawers down and hand in the pants of a pre-teen in a nice country located, um, somewhere in Asia or South America. Then we’ll see if his high retainer legal goons, level of fame and checkbook can REALLY do the job. Nothing short of an extended involuntary stay inside of a Thai prison would be sweeter karmic justice for Jacko.
(Just for nostalgia's sake, here's a blog I wrote in 2003, just after the "Living With Michael Jackson" special was aired, and just before the legal shit hit the fan for Jacko. Click here to read it)
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
KRUD 2.0 DECONTSTRUCTED
(Transcript of opening dialogue from a CD found in the gutter of a Midtown street corner. Original recording in italics; my commentary in normal type.)
This is Jim Robinson, KWOD program director.
Hello, Jim, this is Michael Psycho, your worst demographic nightmare.
On this CD you’ll hear a vast variety of what you’ll hear on ” KWOD version 2.0”. When we got together to brainstorm KWOD 2.0, we decided to toss out some of the tired “radio stuff”.
You mean, “tired radio stuff” like when radio stations get desperate for ratings and claim to be “throwing away the book” on typical commercial formats?
Starved for attention DJs that don’t have a clue, too many commercials, lame contests, and playing the same 10 songs over and over with mind numbing repetition.
Which is what will KWOD will quickly revert back to after this “noble experiment” fails.
We think Sacramento’s ready for an honest radio station that respects the music, cares what the listeners think, has a little fun and doesn’t take itself too seriously. So we’re gonna hire a staff of knowledgeable jocks who know their music, and give them some freedom on the air.
Hey, uh, don’t we already have that here in Sac? Oh, yeah, it IS about 20 miles away in Davis and in many parts of the city it gets jammed out by other commercial signals that shouldn’t BE in the 90.3 frequency space, but, the fact is, all that philosophy is already, like, THERE, man.
If there’s such a thing as a playlist, it’ll be constantly changing and expanding, a living breathing entity if you will.
Okay, Jim, now you’re starting to creep me out. I want my musical choices to keep me interested, maybe match my emotions on occasion, at least entertain me somewhat. But this “living breathing” playlist shit is downright freaky, brah.
We’re also going to have a dramatic reduction of commercials, and generally, a lot less crap. Oh, we’re not saying no crap, just a lot less crap.
Oh, I get it. That’s like when the Bush administration started saying, “Look, we don’t think Saddam has WMDs, but he coulda started makin’ ‘em if we didn’t go in and git him.” It’s going to be the same old tired standard of playing “less commercials per hour”, but just cramming them together in longer segments.
Enjoy the variety sampler, and tell everybody you know about KWOD 2.0 at 106.5 FM, streaming at kwod.net.
Great! Thanks Jim! Okay, show me what’s in store for what RAD stuff my ears will be treated to!
(What follows Mr. Robinson’s intro is a barrage of 6 to 8 second samples from various “alternative” Top 40 corporate acts such as REM, Nirvana, Jet, and even Bob Marley stuck in the middle somewhere, but it’s “Jammin”, which, like the rest of the barrage of clips in the next 2 minutes, is an over played single which does not even closely represent the artists’ more interesting work. The next two dozen or so tracks appear to be brief segments intended as station ID promos for “KWOD 2.0” basically parroting what was said earlier- “KWOD 106.5- Radio Without Rules”, “fewer commercials, less repetition”, “We play what we want to”, ad nauseum. Each introductory promo is followed by anywhere between one and five minutes of short bursts of the same tired aforementioned music by the same overplayed artists)
You gotta admit it’s a nice try. Hey, someone at the KWOD “brainstorming session” suddenly proclaimed: Let’s just COMBINE ALL of our playlists from at LEAST the last 15 years or so, throw up some trendy “oldies” from the late ‘70s and early ‘80s, and kick in a couple of Marley tracks (to keep the stoners happy), and we won’t piss off the record companies and promoters, because they’re going to make their airplay fees and royalties anyway! After which, the rest of the “brainstormers”, who couldn’t come up with shit to say anyway, all started yelling, “YES! That’s IT! EUREKA! Let’s start Power Pointing a strategic initiative for the Entercom executives, like, right NOW, man!”
It’s the same old game. Make the ad money and garner the required ratings by fooling the kids. Good luck with your “experiment” KWOD. Really. I’ll be right here not listening.
This is Jim Robinson, KWOD program director.
Hello, Jim, this is Michael Psycho, your worst demographic nightmare.
On this CD you’ll hear a vast variety of what you’ll hear on ” KWOD version 2.0”. When we got together to brainstorm KWOD 2.0, we decided to toss out some of the tired “radio stuff”.
You mean, “tired radio stuff” like when radio stations get desperate for ratings and claim to be “throwing away the book” on typical commercial formats?
Starved for attention DJs that don’t have a clue, too many commercials, lame contests, and playing the same 10 songs over and over with mind numbing repetition.
Which is what will KWOD will quickly revert back to after this “noble experiment” fails.
We think Sacramento’s ready for an honest radio station that respects the music, cares what the listeners think, has a little fun and doesn’t take itself too seriously. So we’re gonna hire a staff of knowledgeable jocks who know their music, and give them some freedom on the air.
Hey, uh, don’t we already have that here in Sac? Oh, yeah, it IS about 20 miles away in Davis and in many parts of the city it gets jammed out by other commercial signals that shouldn’t BE in the 90.3 frequency space, but, the fact is, all that philosophy is already, like, THERE, man.
If there’s such a thing as a playlist, it’ll be constantly changing and expanding, a living breathing entity if you will.
Okay, Jim, now you’re starting to creep me out. I want my musical choices to keep me interested, maybe match my emotions on occasion, at least entertain me somewhat. But this “living breathing” playlist shit is downright freaky, brah.
We’re also going to have a dramatic reduction of commercials, and generally, a lot less crap. Oh, we’re not saying no crap, just a lot less crap.
Oh, I get it. That’s like when the Bush administration started saying, “Look, we don’t think Saddam has WMDs, but he coulda started makin’ ‘em if we didn’t go in and git him.” It’s going to be the same old tired standard of playing “less commercials per hour”, but just cramming them together in longer segments.
Enjoy the variety sampler, and tell everybody you know about KWOD 2.0 at 106.5 FM, streaming at kwod.net.
Great! Thanks Jim! Okay, show me what’s in store for what RAD stuff my ears will be treated to!
(What follows Mr. Robinson’s intro is a barrage of 6 to 8 second samples from various “alternative” Top 40 corporate acts such as REM, Nirvana, Jet, and even Bob Marley stuck in the middle somewhere, but it’s “Jammin”, which, like the rest of the barrage of clips in the next 2 minutes, is an over played single which does not even closely represent the artists’ more interesting work. The next two dozen or so tracks appear to be brief segments intended as station ID promos for “KWOD 2.0” basically parroting what was said earlier- “KWOD 106.5- Radio Without Rules”, “fewer commercials, less repetition”, “We play what we want to”, ad nauseum. Each introductory promo is followed by anywhere between one and five minutes of short bursts of the same tired aforementioned music by the same overplayed artists)
You gotta admit it’s a nice try. Hey, someone at the KWOD “brainstorming session” suddenly proclaimed: Let’s just COMBINE ALL of our playlists from at LEAST the last 15 years or so, throw up some trendy “oldies” from the late ‘70s and early ‘80s, and kick in a couple of Marley tracks (to keep the stoners happy), and we won’t piss off the record companies and promoters, because they’re going to make their airplay fees and royalties anyway! After which, the rest of the “brainstormers”, who couldn’t come up with shit to say anyway, all started yelling, “YES! That’s IT! EUREKA! Let’s start Power Pointing a strategic initiative for the Entercom executives, like, right NOW, man!”
It’s the same old game. Make the ad money and garner the required ratings by fooling the kids. Good luck with your “experiment” KWOD. Really. I’ll be right here not listening.
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Carl Karcher must be shitting his pants with glee right now.
After a whole load of commercials for the Carl’s Jr. burger joint chain which tried its best to sink to the lowest common denominator of intelligence and humor, each sorry ass radio and TV spot replete with misogyny, fake machismo, juvenile ogling or a combination of any or all of the three, Carl Karcher Enterprises has finally aired a spot that has given his hideous little swill pit of a “restaurant” chain some notoriety. And we all know what they say about bad publicity beating none at all.
Paris Hilton, whose claim to fame sprang from such things as spending her family’s money and sucking her boyfriend’s dick on bootleg videos, is in the latest Carl’s Jr. ad washing a Bentley in a skimpy swatch of cloth and taking a few bites out of one of those horrendous shit sandwiches that Karl and Co. are trying to sell to, according to one of their formulated recent press responses, “our target market, 18-34-year-old males, who are the biggest consumers of fast-food burgers.” And in an earlier statement, Paris herself admits that, while she does not actually really indulge in burgers, that her mutt Tinkerbell absolutely loves them! So see fellas? The bitch wants to sell you dog food! Get hypnotized by that tits n’ass and pick up a surefire diarrhea and indigestion enhancer at yer local Carl’s Jr. right now!
And don’t expect too much public outcry on this one, at least from the usual Christian fundamentalist “family values” assholes who bitched about Janet Jackson. Herr Karcher has a long history of donating money to homophobic ballot initiative causes and the right wing, fetus grieving, affirmative action hating goofball politicians who love that sort of stuff.
Which makes you figure it all out: at last, after all that money being spent, Carl Karcher can point at this latest sorry marketing stunt and proclaim, “See? I ain’t no fag!”
After a whole load of commercials for the Carl’s Jr. burger joint chain which tried its best to sink to the lowest common denominator of intelligence and humor, each sorry ass radio and TV spot replete with misogyny, fake machismo, juvenile ogling or a combination of any or all of the three, Carl Karcher Enterprises has finally aired a spot that has given his hideous little swill pit of a “restaurant” chain some notoriety. And we all know what they say about bad publicity beating none at all.
Paris Hilton, whose claim to fame sprang from such things as spending her family’s money and sucking her boyfriend’s dick on bootleg videos, is in the latest Carl’s Jr. ad washing a Bentley in a skimpy swatch of cloth and taking a few bites out of one of those horrendous shit sandwiches that Karl and Co. are trying to sell to, according to one of their formulated recent press responses, “our target market, 18-34-year-old males, who are the biggest consumers of fast-food burgers.” And in an earlier statement, Paris herself admits that, while she does not actually really indulge in burgers, that her mutt Tinkerbell absolutely loves them! So see fellas? The bitch wants to sell you dog food! Get hypnotized by that tits n’ass and pick up a surefire diarrhea and indigestion enhancer at yer local Carl’s Jr. right now!
And don’t expect too much public outcry on this one, at least from the usual Christian fundamentalist “family values” assholes who bitched about Janet Jackson. Herr Karcher has a long history of donating money to homophobic ballot initiative causes and the right wing, fetus grieving, affirmative action hating goofball politicians who love that sort of stuff.
Which makes you figure it all out: at last, after all that money being spent, Carl Karcher can point at this latest sorry marketing stunt and proclaim, “See? I ain’t no fag!”
Monday, May 23, 2005
PSYCHO'S RECORD PILE
Nuclear Assault- Handle With Care (1989)
I never considered myself to be much of a diehard metal fan. Still, I have a deep dislike of pigeonholing and labeling any form of art. Besides, to dismiss an entire genre of music just cheats oneself. But oh Hell, I'm guilty of labeling for the sake of description from time to time anyway.
I don't care what Nuclear Assault gets tagged with in time- hardcore crossover, thrash metal, speed metal, conscious latter day crossover hardcore thrash speed death metal, whatever. These boys kicked the shit out of 97/100ths of "the competition" in their heyday. The stuff they came up with goes into such seamless streams of melodic yet hard-as-Hell headbanger flow that upon first listening, the "real musicians" of the world may pooh-pooh their material as easy- yeah, until they actually try to fuckin' play it. Right, that is.
It's called heart, ye hacks of the music theory. Either you have a grasp of it or you don't. Doesn't matter how well you play a diminished seventh or how well you cross in and out of a 7/4 beat. Nuclear Assault had that quality necessary for a good, nay, great band, metal or otherwise, in that they knew exactly how they wanted to perform and write songs, and succeeded in bringing that vision to reality.
1989's Handle With Care is the album that thrust Nuclear Assault into the mainstream spotlight. Sort of. MTV's Headbanger's Ball and 120 Minutes programs featured heavily the band's video for "Critical Mass", which was aided by a special appearance by a freshly tabloid-exploited, Playboy-spreaded and breast-augmented Jessica Hahn. Jessica and her two fake friends weren't especially necessary as the real scene stealers were the lyrics to the song, which were smartly ticker-tape captioned at the bottom of the screen: "The Biosphere, the place we live/It seems like we don't give a damn/Other species flushed down the tubes/We need another place to rape/The way we live we will destroy/Every other living thing/'Til none are left except our race/And then we will destroy ourselves". HUH? Isn't this what we would get off the lyric sheet to a Crass or MDC album?
It doesn't stop there, by the way. "Inherited Hell" continues to expound upon the subject of eco-neglect. "When Freedom Dies" is like a time capsule of relevance: "We become the enemy/When freedom dies for security". They were addressing the Soviet/American nuclear contention of the time, but upon a second look nowadays, could just as easily be addressing today's issues of personal liberties in the wake of September 11th's events.
I can safely declare as well that this entire recording is free of gratuitous Satanic references and token bashing of divine beliefs. And we're not talking about that wussy Jeezo metal trend from around the same era either. Nuclear Assault represented unpretentious regular guy and gal headbangers and heshers. If there's ever anything close to a reunion tour I'll see youse in the pit.
Nuclear Assault- Handle With Care (1989)
I never considered myself to be much of a diehard metal fan. Still, I have a deep dislike of pigeonholing and labeling any form of art. Besides, to dismiss an entire genre of music just cheats oneself. But oh Hell, I'm guilty of labeling for the sake of description from time to time anyway.
I don't care what Nuclear Assault gets tagged with in time- hardcore crossover, thrash metal, speed metal, conscious latter day crossover hardcore thrash speed death metal, whatever. These boys kicked the shit out of 97/100ths of "the competition" in their heyday. The stuff they came up with goes into such seamless streams of melodic yet hard-as-Hell headbanger flow that upon first listening, the "real musicians" of the world may pooh-pooh their material as easy- yeah, until they actually try to fuckin' play it. Right, that is.
It's called heart, ye hacks of the music theory. Either you have a grasp of it or you don't. Doesn't matter how well you play a diminished seventh or how well you cross in and out of a 7/4 beat. Nuclear Assault had that quality necessary for a good, nay, great band, metal or otherwise, in that they knew exactly how they wanted to perform and write songs, and succeeded in bringing that vision to reality.
1989's Handle With Care is the album that thrust Nuclear Assault into the mainstream spotlight. Sort of. MTV's Headbanger's Ball and 120 Minutes programs featured heavily the band's video for "Critical Mass", which was aided by a special appearance by a freshly tabloid-exploited, Playboy-spreaded and breast-augmented Jessica Hahn. Jessica and her two fake friends weren't especially necessary as the real scene stealers were the lyrics to the song, which were smartly ticker-tape captioned at the bottom of the screen: "The Biosphere, the place we live/It seems like we don't give a damn/Other species flushed down the tubes/We need another place to rape/The way we live we will destroy/Every other living thing/'Til none are left except our race/And then we will destroy ourselves". HUH? Isn't this what we would get off the lyric sheet to a Crass or MDC album?
It doesn't stop there, by the way. "Inherited Hell" continues to expound upon the subject of eco-neglect. "When Freedom Dies" is like a time capsule of relevance: "We become the enemy/When freedom dies for security". They were addressing the Soviet/American nuclear contention of the time, but upon a second look nowadays, could just as easily be addressing today's issues of personal liberties in the wake of September 11th's events.
I can safely declare as well that this entire recording is free of gratuitous Satanic references and token bashing of divine beliefs. And we're not talking about that wussy Jeezo metal trend from around the same era either. Nuclear Assault represented unpretentious regular guy and gal headbangers and heshers. If there's ever anything close to a reunion tour I'll see youse in the pit.
Friday, April 29, 2005
New-clur plants. As many as we can build. That’s what Dubya has presented as one of his imaginative and bright ideas in resolving the nation’s energy needs and soaring fuel costs.
Apparently, his aversion to paying attention to the various forms of news media goes back to the days of Chernobyl, or even Three Mile Island. But hey, like he says, we can solve our obstacles with modd-in teck-nol-oh-gee and I think that what he really means by that is: we can build them plants bigger, stronger, faster than ever before! Golly! How inspiring!
Of course, it would be easier to swallow that sugarcoated Bullshit Pill if it weren’t for stuff like recent findings that our country’s own Nuclear Regulatory Commission which has discovered that Hemyc, brand name for a material used to insulate electrical cables in reactors, is unsafe and prone to being a potential fire hazard. And who makes this shit? Well, what a coincidence! It just happens to be a company based in Houston, Texas!
So hey! The HELL with all that safety issue crap, right? Let’s just start getting those nuke plants up and going ASAP! And, whaddya know, I have taken the time and trouble to find a PRIME location for the first one we put up! It’s in a central locale where, hey, the bigger we make it, the more new-clur power we can spread across the whole US of A! And we might even get to sell some to them Mexicans under NAFTA and make a few bucks, too! Ever trying to be as helpful as possible, I have provided a link below to the map area of where I think this plant would receive perfect and almost unanimous support!
Click here to view map of my proposed nuclear plant site
Click here for an article on the Hemyc problem
Apparently, his aversion to paying attention to the various forms of news media goes back to the days of Chernobyl, or even Three Mile Island. But hey, like he says, we can solve our obstacles with modd-in teck-nol-oh-gee and I think that what he really means by that is: we can build them plants bigger, stronger, faster than ever before! Golly! How inspiring!
Of course, it would be easier to swallow that sugarcoated Bullshit Pill if it weren’t for stuff like recent findings that our country’s own Nuclear Regulatory Commission which has discovered that Hemyc, brand name for a material used to insulate electrical cables in reactors, is unsafe and prone to being a potential fire hazard. And who makes this shit? Well, what a coincidence! It just happens to be a company based in Houston, Texas!
So hey! The HELL with all that safety issue crap, right? Let’s just start getting those nuke plants up and going ASAP! And, whaddya know, I have taken the time and trouble to find a PRIME location for the first one we put up! It’s in a central locale where, hey, the bigger we make it, the more new-clur power we can spread across the whole US of A! And we might even get to sell some to them Mexicans under NAFTA and make a few bucks, too! Ever trying to be as helpful as possible, I have provided a link below to the map area of where I think this plant would receive perfect and almost unanimous support!
Click here to view map of my proposed nuclear plant site
Click here for an article on the Hemyc problem
Monday, April 18, 2005
NOSTALGIA TIME! Installment 1
(Note: Considering that there's been a lot of talk lately about the FCC cracking down on "indecency" and "obscenity", especially after Janet Jackson's Boobiegate incident and all that, I've decided that, rather than repeating myself, I'd post this rant from a long-extinct site I had up several years ago. So here it is, where somehow, comments made in 1997 have newfound relevance in 2005. Go figure.- MP)
Ruminations and Accusations
CHAPTER 1.This Censorship Shit is Really Fucked Up!
WHEN IN THE COURSE OF HUMAN EVENTS, it becomes annoying when fuckheads who somehow get elected to public office start trying to tell people like me that mere words, usually being vulgar references to sexual acts, excrement, and male and female genitalia used in many creative alternate ways, are obscene and threatening to the well-being of our children, but that, say, for example, Freddie Krueger or Michael Myers disemboweling and dismembering people on movie screens or the Starr Report or ignoring the dangers of the use of methyl bromide in heavily populated areas does not, one can only conclude that these aforementioned lawmakers have their heads firmly and permanently lodged in their sphincters.
I'll cut to the chase. The reason so many of these parents nowadays are pushing for "decency" measures in all walks of media life isn't because there's this sudden proliferation of nasty material everywhere. That level of "adult" information and entertainment and whatnot is about the same level of obscenity as 10, even 20 years ago, actually. The real reason that these parents are campaigning so hard for censorship and control is that...
THEY DON'T WANT TO SPEND THE TIME IT REQUIRES TO SUPERVISE THEIR FUCKIN' KIDS!!!
Yup, ever since the beast Ronald 666 ascended to the throne back in '80, we've been bombarded with these right-wing diatribes about how we need to bring "traditional family values" back into governmental policy and American lifestyle in general, and things like unmarried people humpy-dumpin' each other and gays getting married and some 12-year old girl who got raped by her brother choosing to have an abortion are unacceptable abominations which must be stopped immediately at all costs.
But on the ass-end of this deal, the same fools who propagate this mentality want to have their cake and eat it too. Why? Because they also want to retain their over mortgaged homes and bloated expensive late model vehicles and over-usury-dependent lifestyles, that in all practical terms, they KNEW that they had a snowball's chance in Hell of affording in any realistic view. And HOW do they perceive to pull this off? By throwing their kids into fuckin' day care centers until they're old enough to become "latchkey kids", whilst both parental units work their asses off 24-7 to prove to the world that they can be good parents and provide all the necessary GOODS and SERVICES for their family. And on top of that, be able to drag the whole family to service every Sunday!
However, in order to maintain this lifestyle, they have to cut back on certain traditional mainstays- such as time with their kids! Oh, sure, once in a while there's a ballgame or a school play to attend or a trip to the zoo or the miniature golf course, but that takes a back seat to the fact that you need to prove to the world that you're not one of these leeching welfare ingrates sucking off the tax dollars, never mind that the multi-national that you worked for got enough tax breaks to pay NOTHING on the millions they profited for the past few years or so! NO, you've got an image as a good wholesome family head to uphold, and gosh darn it, the world may not owe you a living, but it certainly owes you free babysitting! Now, where, I repeat, where the fuck does this mixed up confused logic come from?
My bottom line is this... I did not encourage you to join genitalia with the opposite sex, combine DNA info, and reproduce. That was YOUR choice. I chose NOT to do so. I am NOT your male nanny, and my behavior on MY personal web pages is, quite frankly, NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BEESWAX.
I know as well as the next folk that there are some very sick motherfuckers in this world out to get kids for their own perverted use. I despise the actions of these pedophilic miscreants as much as any card carrying Christian Coalition groupie. But blocking information en masse, ignoring the real methods and means, not only will do nothing to protect kids, it will simply ignore the objectives they're attempting to address. The best way to protect your children is the same on the Internet or on TV as on the streets: INFORMATION. Information on what is right for viewing and who is right to associate with. Give them information on what to do if a stranger tries to communicate with you, whether in the chat room or on the street. Hey, even good old fashioned GUILT. If the parents aren't there, the kid's been taught about right and wrong well enough so that Mom and Dad's eyes are drillin' through their heads if they know that they could be using poor judgment!
And besides, do you really think pornography causes teen sex and pregnancy anyway? What REALLY causes it is horny teenage kids of opposite genders getting together and being STUPID and UNTHINKING! I mean, to quote the average '90s teen, "Well, DUH!"
In closing, I would like to say, in regards to criticism that my Website material is inappropriate for your younger children, let me give you a quote which my dear old Dad said when I was just a teenager my own self: "Well, if you don't like it here, then get the fuck out of my house!"
(Note: Considering that there's been a lot of talk lately about the FCC cracking down on "indecency" and "obscenity", especially after Janet Jackson's Boobiegate incident and all that, I've decided that, rather than repeating myself, I'd post this rant from a long-extinct site I had up several years ago. So here it is, where somehow, comments made in 1997 have newfound relevance in 2005. Go figure.- MP)
Ruminations and Accusations
CHAPTER 1.This Censorship Shit is Really Fucked Up!
WHEN IN THE COURSE OF HUMAN EVENTS, it becomes annoying when fuckheads who somehow get elected to public office start trying to tell people like me that mere words, usually being vulgar references to sexual acts, excrement, and male and female genitalia used in many creative alternate ways, are obscene and threatening to the well-being of our children, but that, say, for example, Freddie Krueger or Michael Myers disemboweling and dismembering people on movie screens or the Starr Report or ignoring the dangers of the use of methyl bromide in heavily populated areas does not, one can only conclude that these aforementioned lawmakers have their heads firmly and permanently lodged in their sphincters.
I'll cut to the chase. The reason so many of these parents nowadays are pushing for "decency" measures in all walks of media life isn't because there's this sudden proliferation of nasty material everywhere. That level of "adult" information and entertainment and whatnot is about the same level of obscenity as 10, even 20 years ago, actually. The real reason that these parents are campaigning so hard for censorship and control is that...
THEY DON'T WANT TO SPEND THE TIME IT REQUIRES TO SUPERVISE THEIR FUCKIN' KIDS!!!
Yup, ever since the beast Ronald 666 ascended to the throne back in '80, we've been bombarded with these right-wing diatribes about how we need to bring "traditional family values" back into governmental policy and American lifestyle in general, and things like unmarried people humpy-dumpin' each other and gays getting married and some 12-year old girl who got raped by her brother choosing to have an abortion are unacceptable abominations which must be stopped immediately at all costs.
But on the ass-end of this deal, the same fools who propagate this mentality want to have their cake and eat it too. Why? Because they also want to retain their over mortgaged homes and bloated expensive late model vehicles and over-usury-dependent lifestyles, that in all practical terms, they KNEW that they had a snowball's chance in Hell of affording in any realistic view. And HOW do they perceive to pull this off? By throwing their kids into fuckin' day care centers until they're old enough to become "latchkey kids", whilst both parental units work their asses off 24-7 to prove to the world that they can be good parents and provide all the necessary GOODS and SERVICES for their family. And on top of that, be able to drag the whole family to service every Sunday!
However, in order to maintain this lifestyle, they have to cut back on certain traditional mainstays- such as time with their kids! Oh, sure, once in a while there's a ballgame or a school play to attend or a trip to the zoo or the miniature golf course, but that takes a back seat to the fact that you need to prove to the world that you're not one of these leeching welfare ingrates sucking off the tax dollars, never mind that the multi-national that you worked for got enough tax breaks to pay NOTHING on the millions they profited for the past few years or so! NO, you've got an image as a good wholesome family head to uphold, and gosh darn it, the world may not owe you a living, but it certainly owes you free babysitting! Now, where, I repeat, where the fuck does this mixed up confused logic come from?
My bottom line is this... I did not encourage you to join genitalia with the opposite sex, combine DNA info, and reproduce. That was YOUR choice. I chose NOT to do so. I am NOT your male nanny, and my behavior on MY personal web pages is, quite frankly, NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BEESWAX.
I know as well as the next folk that there are some very sick motherfuckers in this world out to get kids for their own perverted use. I despise the actions of these pedophilic miscreants as much as any card carrying Christian Coalition groupie. But blocking information en masse, ignoring the real methods and means, not only will do nothing to protect kids, it will simply ignore the objectives they're attempting to address. The best way to protect your children is the same on the Internet or on TV as on the streets: INFORMATION. Information on what is right for viewing and who is right to associate with. Give them information on what to do if a stranger tries to communicate with you, whether in the chat room or on the street. Hey, even good old fashioned GUILT. If the parents aren't there, the kid's been taught about right and wrong well enough so that Mom and Dad's eyes are drillin' through their heads if they know that they could be using poor judgment!
And besides, do you really think pornography causes teen sex and pregnancy anyway? What REALLY causes it is horny teenage kids of opposite genders getting together and being STUPID and UNTHINKING! I mean, to quote the average '90s teen, "Well, DUH!"
In closing, I would like to say, in regards to criticism that my Website material is inappropriate for your younger children, let me give you a quote which my dear old Dad said when I was just a teenager my own self: "Well, if you don't like it here, then get the fuck out of my house!"
Monday, April 11, 2005
What? The major recording companies are being investigated for possible shady dealings with radio stations in getting their shitty music played?
Well, DUH.
Like, gee, you never could have seen THAT one coming.
Big Fat Clue: turn on any corporate-owned radio station in any American market today, and you will hear songs by artists on the air because some slimy schmuck indirectly greased all the right palms of the station management.
Ooooh, no, some folks will say, that’s illegal. Record companies can’t pay off stations in cash, goods or anything of that sort.
Wrong, me pilgrims. That’s exactly in the area where recording labels have all of these convenient stooges doing all of that shitwork. They’re known collectively under the dubious moniker of “independent promoters.” A more appropriate term would be “kickback facilitators.” Basically, the promoters get paid fairly big bucks by the labels to promote their chosen limited crop of no-substance losers, and the promo people in turn pay the stations an annual “retainer” to be their, um, sagely advice on what records to put on the respective stations’ playlists. This has become the standard for just about every type of format. Rock, R&B, Rap, Country, you name it. Even oldies stations aren’t free of this shit. For many of those, some dork is probably their “certified golden oldies” promoter (read; providing a list of songs that, e.g., Time-Life is presently regurgitating on infomercials for overpriced CD collections.)
Yes, that type of business in which the music biz participates in every day is basically fucked up. Yes, it does stagnate the variety of music offered by commercial stations. No, it probably won’t change or even slightly improve anytime soon. Although it is nice to see an investigation by the New York Attorney General’s office being carried out, I’m not going to hold my breath.
Here's the latest story about the alleged (not so) New Payola
Well, DUH.
Like, gee, you never could have seen THAT one coming.
Big Fat Clue: turn on any corporate-owned radio station in any American market today, and you will hear songs by artists on the air because some slimy schmuck indirectly greased all the right palms of the station management.
Ooooh, no, some folks will say, that’s illegal. Record companies can’t pay off stations in cash, goods or anything of that sort.
Wrong, me pilgrims. That’s exactly in the area where recording labels have all of these convenient stooges doing all of that shitwork. They’re known collectively under the dubious moniker of “independent promoters.” A more appropriate term would be “kickback facilitators.” Basically, the promoters get paid fairly big bucks by the labels to promote their chosen limited crop of no-substance losers, and the promo people in turn pay the stations an annual “retainer” to be their, um, sagely advice on what records to put on the respective stations’ playlists. This has become the standard for just about every type of format. Rock, R&B, Rap, Country, you name it. Even oldies stations aren’t free of this shit. For many of those, some dork is probably their “certified golden oldies” promoter (read; providing a list of songs that, e.g., Time-Life is presently regurgitating on infomercials for overpriced CD collections.)
Yes, that type of business in which the music biz participates in every day is basically fucked up. Yes, it does stagnate the variety of music offered by commercial stations. No, it probably won’t change or even slightly improve anytime soon. Although it is nice to see an investigation by the New York Attorney General’s office being carried out, I’m not going to hold my breath.
Here's the latest story about the alleged (not so) New Payola
Monday, April 04, 2005
The pope’s still on a slope as I’m writing this, so it may seem a wee bit premature to some folks, but somebody’s gotta say it.
Now’s the prime time to elect an African pope.
What the Hell, in serious consideration, perhaps having a figurehead of that level from Africa would finally draw some serious international attention, media and otherwise, to the AIDS menace still decimating the continent.
But who the fuck am I kidding. They’re just going to elect another Italian, and shit’s going to be the same as it ever was from the time before John Paul II was elected. This should thrill Dubya and his cronies to no end, since the papacy will slide on back over to the right again; not that it was all that liberal beforehand.
I can understand the charismatic quality that made Karol Wojtyla, the man, so admired by millions. Having survived Nazi occupation and its accompanying atrocities; standing up to the commies in Poland; and that seemingly superhuman resilience that survived getting run over, and later shot, then later disease. But as Pope John Paul II, I saw nothing in the guy but a capitalist stooge who kept the Catholic party line of homophobia, misogyny and sexual intolerance intact. So fuck him.
Now’s the prime time to elect an African pope.
What the Hell, in serious consideration, perhaps having a figurehead of that level from Africa would finally draw some serious international attention, media and otherwise, to the AIDS menace still decimating the continent.
But who the fuck am I kidding. They’re just going to elect another Italian, and shit’s going to be the same as it ever was from the time before John Paul II was elected. This should thrill Dubya and his cronies to no end, since the papacy will slide on back over to the right again; not that it was all that liberal beforehand.
I can understand the charismatic quality that made Karol Wojtyla, the man, so admired by millions. Having survived Nazi occupation and its accompanying atrocities; standing up to the commies in Poland; and that seemingly superhuman resilience that survived getting run over, and later shot, then later disease. But as Pope John Paul II, I saw nothing in the guy but a capitalist stooge who kept the Catholic party line of homophobia, misogyny and sexual intolerance intact. So fuck him.
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