11.17.00 to 11.11.00 (Really Old Rants!)
Misogyny, it rears it’s ugly head in so many different ways and still men say there is no need for feminism. Kinda like how most white people feel that there is no need for affirmative action or Black Power movements, everything is straight now right..? I dunno, the shit really pisses me the fuck off when ‘men’ ignore me, disbelieve me, push me aside, demean me, sexualise me, presume less of me, objectify me, treat me as inferior and just generally behave like brain dead morons all because they can’t get past the fact that I possess a ‘warm, wet hole’ that they really wish they had never left in the first place.
Sexism, as does racism and classism, exists so much more in this country than it ever did for me in engerland. It seems to me that this place is so deeply embedded within the endless drone of the white man’s monologue and machismo rules all. Even the Women here seem to feel a need to prove themself to some external, obsolete opinion and that is a sad state of affairs. For surely if one knows oneself, one need not prove who they are for they already are that thing…
I guess in some senses it is better that these lobotomised fuckwits deem me as less cuz I got the good end of the physical stick. A good warrior never underestimates her enemies and guess who’s doing what..?
Quote of the Day: “I ain’t tryin to see myself locked up for knocking up some young jawn…” Musiq.
BAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAA! Eejit…
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So I have solved the mystery of Macy Gray and her horrific vocals known by people representing Sony to the fullest, as “singing”. She is a Troll. It came to me as all good epiphanies do in a flash as I heard the remix of Common’s “Geto Heaven”. That shit is plain nasty. Not the joint per se, just her nasty ass vocals all over it. But as we all know that’s just my opinion and it in no way represents the views of her Mother or the fraud that knocked at her door one day proclaiming to be a singing coach.
Look to your left and you shall see a special new link. Please go and answer my questionnaire, it’s very important to me. When the moment has ended I will put the results up in the form of a luvolee pie chart or something like that.
I don’t really have too much else to say other than, go here and buy his music and go to his gigs. If not, may your modem always be sluggish.
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So, I stumbled into a cop party by accident last night. Mostreen and I went out to the bar to have a few bevvies and Matt told us that there was a cop party… I had no idea, but apparently cop’s have groupies too. I thought only artists had groupies, but no, I saw many a dolly bird rubbing herself up against some detatchable penis toting person. Well, in thinking, I suppose cop’s are artists in some perverted sense too. They have perfected the art of being an arsehole. Some of the cop’s were all bling blinged out complete with ice and tiger striped shirts. The depths of tastelessness that some people have astounds me. There was one Woman there whom I felt so sorry for, as her definition of self came so obviously through the applaud and eyes of others. How tormenting a life must be if lived by the doctrines of the approval of others… When they had all got drink happy they were all dancing up on each other. The bar has no dancing licence, so technically they could have arrested themselves which I found highly amusing. I found much inward hilarity last night which surely would have faded had they known…
Your Play Option today is to read the following few paragraphs and to really digest and think about them. They are on my quoteables page, but I think they sum up a lot of Amerikkka’s problem…
“America is the wealthiest nation on Earth, but its people are mainly poor, and poor Americans are urged to hate themselves. To quote the American humorist Kin Hubbard, “It ain’t no disgrace to be poor, but it might as well be.” It is infact a crime for an American to be poor, even though America is a nation of poor. Every other nation has folk traditions of men who were poor but extremely wise and virtuous, and therefore more estimable than anyone with power and gold. No such tales are told by the American poor. They mock themselves and glorify their betters. The meanest eating or drinking establishment, owned by a man who is himself poor, is very likely to have a sign on it’s wall asking this cruel question: “If you’re so smart, why ain’t you rich?” There will also be an American flag no larger than a child’s hand glued to a lollipop stick and flying from the cash register…
Americans, like human beings everywhere, believe many things that are obviously untrue? Their most destructive untruth is that it is very easy for any American to make money. They will not acknowledge how in fact hard money is to come by, and, therefore, those who have no money blame and blame and blame themselves. This inward blame has been a treasure for the rich and powerful, who have had to do less for their poor, publicly and privately, than any other ruling class since, say, Napoleonic times.
Many novelties have come from America. The most startling of these, a thing without precedent is a mass of undignified poor. They do not love one another because they do not love themselves.”
Words of wisdom from Kurt Vonnegut, Jr, Slaughterhouse Five.
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The Most’s phizone works again, of this I am very glad. The past week has brought her into my room during the deepest reaches of night when she thinks I am sound asleep. Oh Miss Most, that I was not and now I know why our phone bills are so high and I also know far too much about your sexual preferences… I really didn’t know that fat middle aged white business men could be a turn on for anyone, but alas, the Most has proved me wrong… You should see the way she salivates over them talking about stocks and bonds and then she would say shit like, “Let me hear your jelly belly wobble!” “Whisper me sweet nothings with your third chin!” “Will you rename your warts after me?” Really revolting stuff…*
I was reading this Rolling Stone article today debunking the theory that violent TV and video games etc etc affect kids negatively. It was such a ridiculous story. Regardless of whether or not violence through the media affects kids, I think the far more poignant question, is why do we feel a need to view violence as a culture? Why the fuck is violence entertainment to us? Should not entertainment be a release from the everyday world? Should not it strive to help us, ease us, tickle our funny knobbly bits and twiddley parts..?
There was also this long article about Drew Barrymore. I Love her I do. We are the same age and I remember empathising with her way back in ET’s world. Anyway, she mentioned how this book Conversations with God really changed her life. Weird, not weird in the slightest, which ever way you look at it, everyone I know who has read this book has come to startling, positive and progressive realisations about themselves and their relationships with others. Go read if you haven’t already. Please, I emplore you…
Thoughts of the Day:
If people can use their imaginations well enough to see themselves as having 3 billion dowars, why can’t they use the same imagination to see themself as that starving child who could use some of that cash to stay alive?
If ‘men’ continually disrespect Women, yet would attack the first fatherfucker that disrespected their Mother, Sister, Daughter, why can’t they pretend that they are another person and then see that the Women they disrespect are their kin?
If our intellect, soul and emotions are what defines us, why the kerfuck do people care about the packaging?
Why do people care about who someone fucks, unless they plan on fucking that person themself?
Okay, I Love You, I’m off to go frolick in some Autumnal glade with the Elves. (I’m saying, how about we go to Lothlorien this time..?)
*That was nothing other, everything and, a great big fat lie. Sorry Most, but I just thought it was really amusing…
PS. This update has been brought to you by Rolling Stone Magazine and God. I expect a T-Shirt line to come out next spring with the sponsorship money. That is provided I haven’t drunk myself sober with it by then…
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