Hollies, “The Air That I Breathe”

From 1974. My era. I remember this song very well. It’s great, isn’t it?

Lyrics:

If I could make a wish
I think I’d pass
Can’t think of anythin’ I need
No cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound
Nothing to eat, no books to read
Making love with you
Has left me peaceful, warm, and tired
What more could I ask
There’s nothing left to be desired
Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak
So sleep, silent angel
Go to sleep
Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe
And to love you
All I need is the air that I breathe
Yes, to love you
All I need is the air that I breathe
Peace came upon me
And it leaves me weak
So sleep, silent angel
Go to sleep
Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe
And to love you
All I need is the air that I breathe
Yes, to love you
All I need is the air that I breathe
Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe
And to love you
All I need is the air that I breathe
Yes, to love you
All I need is the air that I breathe
And to love you

Hollies, “He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother”

Another incredibly great Hollies songs, this one from 1969. I do remember this song quite a bit because they kept playing it into the 1970’s after 1973 when I first started listening to rock music. Looks like it’s more or less some sort of a hippie song.

Back in the day, we called all of our fellow hippie men brothers and we called all of our fellow hippie women sisters. What’s weird is a lot of these hippies really did have a deep sense of love vibrating out of them. Further, they were pacifists, almost too much so. If things started getting wild, people would say, “It’s cool! It’s cool! It’s cool!” That meant calm down and quit fighting or quit bothering this dude or whatever. It really was a Brotherhood. A really special time. I’m not even sure if there are still people like this around, but it was a great time to be alive.

The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows where
But I’m strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother
So on we go
His welfare is of my concern
No burden is he to bear
We’ll get there
For I know
He would not encumber me
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother
If I’m laden at all
I’m laden with sadness
That everyone’s heart
Isn’t filled with the gladness
Of love for one another
It’s a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we’re on the way to there
Why not share
And the load
Doesn’t weigh me down at all
He ain’t heavy he’s my brother
He’s my brother
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother, he ain’t heavy

Hollies, “Long, Dark Road”

Released in 1971, a bit before my time I’m afraid. Damn, that sure is some fine music! I’m amazed that I’ve missed this gem all these years. British pop band formed in 1962. They were still huge into the mid-70’s.

Lyrics:

It’s over, well over
In my mind and in my heart
It’s over, well over
But then again, it didn’t have a good start
You’d tell me, try to sell me
It could have been all I asked
It’s over, well over
It’s there and flows away a distant past
Now it’s a long, dark road
Yes, a long, dark road
And you know I loved you
Yes, you know I loved you
Now it’s a long, dark road
Yes, a long, dark road
And you know I loved you
Yes, you know I loved you
It’s over, well over
And we can’t revive what’s past
It’s gone now, moved on now
But then again it didn’t have a chance to last
No, no, no, a chance to last
Now it’s a long, dark road (It’s a long, very long, road)
Yes, a long, dark road (It’s a long, very long, road)
And you know I loved you
Yes, you know I loved you
Now it’s a long, dark road (It’s a long, very long, road)
Yes, a long, dark road (It’s a long, very long, road)
Now it’s a long, dark road (It’s a long, very long, road)
Yes, a long, dark road (It’s a long, very long, road)
Now it’s a long, dark road (It’s a long, very long, road) (Baby, I need you, I need you)
Yes, a long, dark road (It’s a long, very long, road)
Now it’s a long, dark road (It’s a long, very long, road)
Yes, a long, dark road (It’s a long, very long, road)

Alt Left: The Feminine Principle, SJWism, and the Lure of Eternal Childhood

There’s no place in rock and roll for sanctimonious twits or Neo-Puritans.

That’s why feminists and SJW’s cannot possibly be rockers. They’re too Goddamned sex-hating and uptight. On the other hand, the Puritanism of the SJW’s is simply the Feminine Principle in its pure form, which sadly includes a rather Puritanical element. You will never understand women until you figure out that this awful Puritanical element exists right alongside an attitude of the most debased and unhinged nymphomaniacal sexual degeneracy.

Women are nuns and whores, both at once, all of the time.

It’s a contradiction, but the entire Feminine Principle is based on contradiction, and most women walk around their whole lives with their minds wrapped in the most unholy contradiction. I don’t think it makes them miserable. In fact, I think they rather like it because it makes their lives wild, adventurous, and a bit dangerous and leads to “peak emotional experiences,” which are the end-all and be-all of female existence.

The SJW’s have simply adopted modern feminism’s complete abandonment of sexual liberation in favor of the worst most Victorian sexual repression, inhibition, Puritanism, and sex-hatred. Of course they only hate heterosexual sex, and they only hate it when men do it, not when women do, but that’s an essential contradiction of the Feminine Principle itself also.

No society should ever cave in to the Feminine Principle and give women everything they want. The female utopia is a dystopia for men, always and everywhere at all times. This is because the Feminine Principle is in many ways objectively irrational. I would argue that the Masculine Principle is probably pretty irrational too, but I don’t study men. We sure commit a Hell of a lot of aggression and violence, such that we are nearly a plague upon existence itself. Whatever good we men do hardly outweighs that.

SJWism is what happens when a group of people caves in to the Feminine Principle completely and resolves to run the world on the basis of female values, always a catastrophic error.

Now, women argue that societies run on pure male values are not real great for women, and in a lot of places, they seem to be correct. This just shows that the Masculine and Feminine Principles are both fucked up and irrational and terrible for the opposite sex in their pure form, which is a zero sum game of “everything for our sex and nothing for yours.”

Notice how SJW’s act like babies? See how they run to Human Relations every time someone looks at them wrong? These are people who never grew up and never want to grow up. Running to Human Relations to fix the owie and kiss it and make it better is like a child running to Mommy when they falls and hurt themselves. Can he fix it on his own? Of course not. He has to run to Mommy to fix it.

Notice how SJW’s throw a tantrum every time someone says something even 1% offensive, no matter if it is factual or not, as SJWism bans a huge array of facts about humanity on the grounds that they are “hate facts.” This is what a child does. Every time a child runs into a frustration or an obstacle, he throws a goddamned tantrum because he hasn’t yet learned to solve his own problems and remove obstacles in his way.

And it’s no secret that most women want to be children their whole lives. Why shouldn’t they? Children are always protected because they are too weak to protect themselves, and this is how women see themselves – as always needing outside protection. When women are given license to the be the “forever children” of their utopian dreams, every crazy thing they do is excused: “She couldn’t help it, she’s just a child.” And nothing is ever their fault because children are never at fault because they don’t know better.

The woman is always the most responsible teenager in the house.

– Arthur Schopenhauer

All of these victim groups of SJW’s wish to be children forever. The lure of perpetual indulgence and total impunity for behavior is too strong for most humans to resist.

It’s anti-Nietzschean, but so what? Nietzsche himself said most of us want the easy way out. And it’s a rare human who is so in control of their lives and un-childlike (completely grown up) that he is fully in charge of his existence without resorting to victimhood or lack of responsibility. The task of the Ubermensch is a tough one, and few have what it takes. For those who do, though, there’s no higher calling.

Cyndi Lauper, “Money Changes Everything”

Came out about the same time as the previous song, and Lauper was also a bit of a punk and quite probably a riot grrrl precursor. She was a feminist icon back when feminist was not a dirty word.

This is from a concert in Houston in 1984 or 1985. Notice the orgiastic, uninhibited, Dionysian act of total abandonment on the part of the lead singer. This is the true spirit of rock and roll, but you don’t see it a whole lot. It was there from the very start with Elvis and Chuck Berry and especially Little Richard. We lost the thread there for a while but picked it back up again with the Stooges, Iggy Pop, Wayne County and the Electric Chairs, the New York Dolls, Johnny Thunders and the Heartbreakers and of course with punk rock.

Rock is about cutting it all loose, letting it all hang out, complete abandonment of the senses to pure nature. There’s no place in rock and roll but sanctimonious twits or Neo-Puritans.

I have a lot of young readers on here. If you want to know one truth that will follow you everywhere all through life it is this: money changes everything. You can sit back and plug that sentence into so many questions you have about the world and it explains so many things. I can’t even go into it now. Suffice to say that at least here in the US, yep, money changes everything.

This makes a lot more sense than saying that money is good (capitalism) or maybe not so good (anti-capitalism). More than that, it is simply a “change agent” that when applied to various situations, explains so much of modern human life. Look around you next time you go out into the world and when you see things that don’t make so much sense, just think, “Money changes everything,” and see how many green lights you get. I bet you can drive all the way home without stopping.

Money is a “change agent,” and a very unusual and powerful one at that. It is also something that is almost never discussed on polite day to day society, which seems to be an odd taboo considering that America is all about money.

I dated a Middle Eastern Christian woman for a while, an Assyrian Christian from Iran. She didn’t like Muslims but she hated Israel too. And she wasn’t real keen about Jews either. We were talking about the US and I said this is a Christian country and she laughed at me and shook her head. “I’m a Christian. I know a Christian country when I see one. America is not a Christian country. America is a Jewish country.

The only thing that matters in this country is money. I’ve written many posts where I have said that America is indeed a Jewish country and I think this is part of the reason I am saying this. We are not Jewish in religion. Instead, we are Jewish in spirit. Almost all of the Christians in the US are not Christian in spirit. Instead, they are Jewish in spirit. Which is possibly why American Christianity has been so pro-Jewish and pro-Israel for so long. If the real religion of America is money, then what is the religion of the Jews?

“Money is the jealous God of Israel. The religion of the Jews is the religion of hucksterism.”

– Karl Marx, “On the Jewish Question” 1845.

Bingo! Like I keep saying, America is a Jewish country, full of 330 million Jews. I’m not saying that is either a good or bad thing, that depends on your opinion. I am simply stating it as fact, do with it what you will.

She said, “I’m sorry, baby, I’m leaving you tonight.
I found someone new, he’s waitin’ in the car outside.”
“Ah honey, how could you do it?
We swore each other everlasting love.”
She said, “Well yeah, I know, but when we did
There was one thing we weren’t really thinking of and that’s money.”

Money changes everything
I said “Money, money changes everything.
We think we know what we’re doin’.
That don’t mean a thing.
It’s all in the past now.
Money changes everything.”

They shake your hand and they smile
And they buy you a drink
They say, “We’ll be your friends.
We’ll stick with you till the end.”
Ah, but everybody’s only looking out for themselves
And you say, “Well, who can you trust?”
I’ll tell you, “It’s just nobody else’s money.”

Money changes everything
I said, “Money, money changes everything.
Ya think ya know what ya doin’.
We don’t hold the strings.
It’s all in the past now.
Money changes everything.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

Money, Money changes everything
I said, “Money, money changes everything.
We think we know what we’re doing.
We don’t know a thing.
It’s all in the past now.
Money changes everything.
Hey, yeah, yeah”

Money changes everything
Money changes everything now
Money changes everything
Money changes everything
Money changes everything
Money

Angel and the Reruns, “Buffy Come Back to Me”

A truly great song! I was just recently made aware of this song. This band was formed by Hilary Carlip, supposedly when she and the other band members were in San Fransisco County jail for unknown reasons. She formed the “all-girl, all-ex-con” band and they played as a novelty act at various punk clubs in California in the early 80’s. She cut her hair in a typical punk rock style. I find now that a single was released in 1982 on Carlip Productions. Side one was Buffy Come Back to Me” and side two was Beaver Cleaver Fever, a positively vicious song attacking the Leave It to Beaver show. They also appeared on the songtrack of the movie Bachelor Party with the song, “Why Do Good Girls Like Bad Boys?”

The reference on the song is to the TV show Family Affair that aired in the 1960’s. I have never heard of it. A 15 year old actress playing Buffy on the show sadly OD’d on drugs and died.

Carlip has been a singer, an actress, a standup comic, a songwriter, and all sorts of things. She has appeared on TV and in movies many times. She is associated with the Riot Grrrl punk feminism movement, which I’m not even sure if I’m opposed to! They’re quite a bit different from the monsters that are out nowadays.

Motorhead, “Sympathy for the Devil”

Fantastic Motorhead cover of the Stones, “Sympathy for the Devil.” Great music. Lemmy always denied that they played heavy metal. Asked what they played, he said, “Rock and roll.” That’s pretty much it right there. They were very popular with the punks although the punks did not like most heavy metal. This is possibly because they played very fast, and punk rock is fast as Hell. Some consider Motorhead to be speed metal, but the line between speed metal and punk rock is a thin one indeed.

This is their final lineup with Lemmy on vocals and bass, Phil Campbell on guitar and Mickey Dee on drums. Dee was drummer for the last 11 years of the band. Phil played for the last 21 years. Lemmy, Philthy Phil Taylor on drums, and Fast Eddie Clarke on guitar were the original lineup. They are all now dead. Live fast, die a bit younger than expected.

Motorhead was a “power trio.” They’re not particularly common as far as bands go because the lead singer has to play either guitar or bass, usually the latter, while he sings. That’s not very easy. Cream was the original power trio.

Quiet Riot, “Come on Feel the Noise”

If you liked that Poison song, “Dark Dirty to Me” I ran a while back, you should like this one too. Another 80’s hair metal band very similar to Poison. This is actually a Slade song. If you have never heard Slade, check them out. They were around in the early 70’s when I was still in high school. Very hard rock for the time. Very hard rock.

Joan Jett, “Bad Reputation”

Great music. I had heard of her way back in 1976 when she was with the Runaways, an all-teenage girl band. I met their ex-manager once and he told me that all four of the girls were bisexual. I’m not surprised. Quite a few women are like that. She was one of the first punk rockers. And I mean she was a real punk rocker. She’s also a lesbian, apparently a true blue biological one. I first heard of this in 1981 when I was dating a woman named Janet and she told me, “She likes girls.” That had always been the rumor anyway.

She refuses to comment on it, but she’s never been married or linked to a man. I read an interview with a guy from the Avengers who was living with her in Sweden for a while. He said they would both go out to bars and pick up women and bring them home to have sex with them! At a recent concert, the front rows were filled with lesbian or bisexual women wearing “Wett for Jett” t-shirts. I’ve heard that she has a lot of female groupies who act about like groupies do with male bands. And I’ve heard that she has sex with the hottest groupies all the time. She gets hot women! I don’t care if she’s lez, and it’s obvious she got wired up that way. I think she grew up in LA. Lakewood if I am not mistaken.

This is pretty much my theme song too. I’ve had a bad reputation forever,  and apparently I still do. What do I have to say about this bad reputation? See this middle finger here? Ok, you got the message. I’d like to say I’m understood, but who knows? Maybe I’m a scum after all, right? Anyway, I might as well just embrace it and call myself a Scumfuc like GG Allin called himself. Fuck it, man. They’re never going to quit saying terrible things about me. It’s hopeless to fight it. I’m going to have a terrible reputation for the rest of my life. If you can’t beat em, join em!

Motorhead, “Heroes”

This video is very well done. It’s almost magical. The song by Bowie is great of course, but this cover by Motorhead is just unreal. It’s almost better than the original. I just got turned on to this song too. It’s from an album of cover versions in 2017 that I’ve never heard of.

Those lyrics are just gorgeous, too. Just perfect.

I, I will be king
And you shall be my queen
Though nothing will never drive them away
But we can beat them forever and ever
Cause we can be heroes just for one day

[Verse 1]
And you, you are insane
And I, I am the same
Cause we’re lovers and that is the truth
Yes we’re lovers and we are the proof

[Refrain]
Though nothing will keep us together
We could stop time forever and ever
We can be heroes
What d’you say?

[Verse 3]
I, I can remember (I remember)
Standing by the wall (by the wall)
And the guns were all ready to fire (ready to fire)
And we kissed as though we never can fall (never can fall)

[Refrain]
And the shame was on another city
Oh we can beat them forever and ever
Then we could be heroes just for one day
We can be heroes we can be heroes
We can be heroes just for one day
We can be heroes

Eagles, “The Last Resort”

 

This is a truly great song, probably the best song on the album. Curiously, it never got much airplay. Great lyrics too. Just incredible. It’s like literature.

She came from Providence
One in Rhode Island
Where the old world shadows hang
Heavy in the air
She packed her hopes and dreams
Like a refugee
Just as her father came across the sea
She heard about a place
People were smilin’
They spoke about the red man’s way
And how they loved the land
And they came from everywhere
To the Great Divide
Seeking a place to stand
Or a place to hide
Down in the crowded bars
Out for a good time
Can’t wait to tell you all
What it’s like up there
And they called it paradise
I don’t know why
Somebody laid the mountains low
While the town got high
Then the chilly winds blew down
Across the desert
Through the canyons of the coast
To the Malibu
Where the pretty people play
Hungry for power
To light their neon way
Give them things to do
Some rich men came and raped the land
Nobody caught ’em
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes
And Jesus people bought ’em
And they called it paradise
The place to be
They watched the hazy sun
Sinking in the sea
You can leave it all behind
Sail to Lahaina
Just like the missionaries did
So many years ago
They even brought a neon sign
“Jesus is coming”
Brought the white man’s burden down
Brought the white man’s reign
Who will provide the grand design?
What is yours and what is mine?
‘Cause there is no more new frontier
We have got to make it here
We satisfy our endless needs
And justify our bloody deeds
In the name of destiny
And in the name of God
And you can see them there
On Sunday morning
Stand up and sing about
What it’s like up there
They call it paradise
I don’t know why
You call someplace paradise
Kiss it goodbye

Alt Left: John Lennon and Yoko Ono, “Merry Christmas (War Is Over)”

John and Yoko in their full-blown hippie phase and the height of the hippie era in the US in 1971. I was a freshman in high school, and I didn’t think much of hippies. In fact, the next year I worked for CREEP (The Committee to Re-elect the President) for the Nixon campaign.

This was the infamous campaign organization that was behind the paranoid Watergate mess. And that whole mess was caused by anti-Communist paranoid McCarthyite fanatics (of which Nixon was one). The broke into the DNC headquarters because they thought the Democrats were Communists!

What’s an insane anti-Communist campaign in the US without a few gusanos (Cuban exiles)? Not much! And sure enough, crazy gusanos played a huge role in this idiotic break-in because gusanos like their compatriots in Venezuela, Nicaragua, El Salvador, Guatemala, Mexico, Haiti, Dominican Republic, Honduras, Colombia, Ecuador, Brazil, Peru, Chile, Argentina, Bolivia, and Paraguay, are some of the most flat-out deranged anti-Communist fanatics on the planet. The rest of the world doesn’t have much resembling this type, although Hong Kongers are similar. There are plenty in the Baltics and the former East Bloc and in the Ukraine and Belarus. There are probably some in the Philippines too.

Believe it or not, the entire rest of the world doesn’t give two shits about Communism or socialism or any of that. Probably because almost the entire rest of the world is already socialist in one form or another. Latin America is odd as a far rightwing outlier, the last holdout against socialism.

Anyway, John and Yoko released this as a single. The backing singers were done by the Harlem Children’s Choir, and boy were they good! Hey, Black ghettos can produce a lot of decent and talented people. The whole problem with places like that is not that everyone is lousy but more than there are way too many lousy people. I’ve met some of the finest, more morally upstanding folks in the ghetto when I used to teach there. They were often older, of course, but I also met some young ones. They’re often very religious.

Hardcore Christianity seems to be pretty good for Black people. This may be what keeps crime rates artificially low in the Black South, especially the rural South, as opposed to the cities. Also the South is where is actually an authentic and true Black culture or even Black civilization if you will in the US, with deep roots. You see it most in the rural areas, and yes, there is a lot of religion, but a lot of Southern Blacks act really, really good. So good that they would surprise you. And a lot of those smaller Black towns actually function pretty well. I don’t think Blacks up north ever created decent cultures. Even in Harlem, they mostly just created ghettos.

Happy Christmas, Kyoko
Happy Christmas, Julian

So this is Christmas
And what have you done?
Another year over
A new one just begun
And so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young
A very merry Christmas
And a happy new year
Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear

And so this is Christmas
For weak and for strong
(War is over if you want it)
For the rich and the poor ones
The road is so long
(War is over now)

And so happy Christmas
For black and for whites
(War is over if you want it)
For the yellow and red ones
Let’s stop all the fight
(War is over now)
A very merry Christmas
And a happy new year
Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear

And so this is Christmas
And what have we done?
(War is over if you want it)
Another year over
A new one just begun
(War is over if you want it)

And so this is Christmas
We hope you have fun
(War is over if you want it)
The near and the dear one
The old and the young
(War is over now)
A very merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year
Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear

War is over
If you want it
War is over now
Happy Christmas!
Happy Christmas!
Happy Christmas!

(War is over if you want it)
The near and the dear one
The old and the young
(War is over now)
A very merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year
Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear

War is over
If you want it
War is over now

Poison “Talk Dirty to Me”

That’s basically me. That’s who I am. Still. I actually look like this. Same hair. Now I need to get some of those cool rock star clothes to go along with it, and that’s all she wrote.

Nearly a senior citizen, but still. Life goes on. Life carries on. And not a thing changes but the seasons. I’m a permanent adolescent, I’m afraid, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Rock on, brothers, rock on! Rock until you die!

Live dangerously.

William S. Burroughs

A lot of people really hate this writer. He’s gay as Hell and his books are just drenched with the grossest scenes of gay male sex. It’s a bit hard to take. With regard to the latter stuff, I used to just sort of skim over them though. They didn’t really bother me. It wasn’t so much gross as I simply felt nothing at all. It was like I was reading something boring about water.

I’ve always felt this way about gay stuff. I saw naked boys in the shower room every day in high school for years. Of course I used to look at them sometimes, more out of curiosity than anything else. I was wondering if guys turned me on. I already knew that females turned me on like crazy. They were on my mind 24-7 back then, and it’s barely let up since. But sometimes you wonder if you want to double your chances of getting a date on Saturday night, you know?

Mostly I was sort of phobic around those male bodies, and I think the other guys might have been too. You would be showering and changing around all these guys, and you pretended you didn’t see them. It was like they weren’t there. I don’t think a gay boy could do that. I looked at boy’s bodies in the showers. I felt nothing at all. Looked at them changing next to me. Felt nothing at all. It’s always been like that.

I wonder how other straight guys feel about being around naked men. Most of us don’t really like it, and it tends to make us uncomfortable, though it probably shouldn’t. Do other men feel disgusted looking at guys’ bodies, or do they feel uncomfortable, yucky, and phobic? Or do they just feel zero, nothing, zip, nada, nope, nothing there at all.

Nevertheless, I always loved Burroughs’ prose. He was one of great writers of the later half of the 20th Century, and he was conceivably a genius. There is something about the style and themes of his writing. He was a master. I remember in The Western Lands where there’s this part when they are on some centipede expedition in the jungle of South America. This goes on for 20-30 pages. All of Burroughs’ genius and style vanishes, and now he is writing the way any ordinary guy with ordinary writing skills writes: good enough but not particularly well. And he keeps this up for 20-30 pages, never missing a beat, all in this lower, less competent register. It was simply amazing.

Burroughs is widely read by straight guys. He’s one of the few gay writers who has an audience outside the gay ghetto other than Gide, Proust, Wilde, Mann, Forster and the other old guys. But they didn’t write about homosexuality much, so they were easier to take.

He was also a king of the beats, so everyone who was into the beat movement read him.

I’m not sure about the hippie movement, but it wasn’t unusual to find a stoned-out long-haired young man in his 20’s backpacking across Europe with a copy of Nova Express in his pack in the 1970’s. It was almost a cliche, you know?

Burroughs was always hip.

And when punk rock came around, all of the punks loved him, and he quickly became king of the punks for whatever reason. His novels were rechristened as punk novels.

I don’t think he’s much read anymore, and the gay sex along with the horrible violence and depictions of death and other disgusting things makes his books a very hard read. The books are also drenched with drugs and crime. A lot of his characters are drug users, often junkies, and criminals of various types from thieves all the way up to the big guys. The books are full of street slang and criminal cant.

I’d say Burroughs is still read, by those who can bear him, let’s put it that way. There’s been an attempt by the gays to “gay ghetto” him like they do to all of their kind, but it didn’t work. Homosexuality is not a very important part of those books anyway. It’s certainly not why I read them.

He received much praise. Norman Mailer said he was

The only American author who could be conceived of having genius.

Samuel Beckett didn’t talk about other writers once, but he was once asked about Burroughs. The day was long and the light was going out of the room. As it got darker, Beckett didn’t turn on any lights or do anything to let more light in. The room just got dimmer and gloomier while he seemed to relish in this change. Of course that’s just like his books.

William Burroughs? William Burroughs is…a writer.

Like a real writer. The real deal. The real McCoy. To be good enough to be called a real writer by Beckett was an accomplishment.

He had great taste in literature, and he read all the time. I recall one interview when they asked him what he was reading:

“Well, Conrad (Joseph Conrad) of course. And Proust (Marcel Proust). I always read Proust. And Chesterton (G.K. Chesterton).

I would say you can see the influence of Conrad for sure in his prose. I can’t say much about the other two because I’ve never read Proust, and I’ve only dipped into a bit of Chesterton, a short nonfiction book he wrote very early in his career in 1903 about 19th Century poet Robert Browning, noted for his difficulty. The book is called Robert Browning.

What’s interesting is that all of those men wrote from 1890-1930, probably 50-80 years before the interviewer asked Burroughs that question. Of course those are three of the greats of the 20th Century, but when you ask someone what they’ve been reading, how often do they list any of those three? How often would they have listed those three when that question was asked of Burroughs, probably in the 1980’s? Same answer. No one reads any of those writers, not anymore, anyway.

On the down side, Burroughs also hated women. He was not afraid to say so, either. This is not unusual in gay men, especially in the more masculine ones like Burroughs. They simply don’t like women. This type of gay man is a lot more common than you think.

Here’s a bit of his prose:

They lounged around Singapore and Rangoon smoking opium in yellow pongee suits. They sniffed cocaine in Mayfair and they penetrated forbidden swamps with a faithful native boy and lived in the native quarter of Tangier smoking hashish and languidly caressing a pet gazelle.

– William S. Burroughs, from an essay written in 1985.

Isn’t that just perfect, glorious, and beautiful? I love the way those sentences slide across the page. I like the way the scenes jolt around from one faraway place to another within a single sentence. It’s like we took a world tour in two sentences.

(((Banned))) from Facebook Again

On a (((Bob Dylan))) group, which I should probably leave as it’s (((infested with pests))), someone posted his song, (((Neighborhood Bully))), about Israel. Believe it or not the song is pro-Israel though you would figure the opposite from the title as that’s exactly what that (((shitty little country))) is.

One thing I always liked about him is he never once spoke of his boring ethnicity, which is the way most of those (((loudmouths))) should be. This song was written in his born again Christian phase, and you know how those types love Israel. On the other hand, his name is Robert (((Zimmerman))). But he was always a radical, a great progressive guy, an icon of the counterculture, the last person who should be lining up with a bunch of (((fascist shits))).

Turns out the site is swarming with (((pests))), who, on this subject of course, are not progressive at all and in fact they show their true (((fascist colors))) here. I said a few things about that (((pestilential infestation of a country))) and the (((lousy fascist punk-ass bitches))) who live there. As in, the (((worst people on Earth))).

So this cool Dylan site turns into a debate among Dylan supporters, weak-hearted Gentiles sucking up to Israel pathetically while trying to be pro-justice and the Jews, well, acting like Jews, in other words, (((acting badly))). A bunch of (((screaming fascist monsters))) on the site for one of the greatest songwriters of our era, a champion of justice, the underdog, and the Left who always spoke truth to power. After all, the Weathermen guerrillas in the 1970’s took their very name from a Dylan song.

Later I found that Dylan fandom is utterly infested with these (((loudmothed punks))). He’s their hero. He’s one of them.

Yuck. Count me out.

So I said some stuff, never any slurs or racist stuff, just utterly appropriate comments about a (((nation of fascist monsters))). Well the (((loudmouths))) turned me in like the (((censorious, belligerent, paranoid fucks))) they always are. All my comments got removed. A comment at 3:49 PM resulted in a ban. Except I don’t even know what that comment even said. Nor do I get to find out what I said that got me banned. I got banned for a mystery comment. I’ve been banned before for talking shit to those (((loudmouthed, vengeful bitches))) on Facebook.

After all, it’s not called (((Faceberg))) for nothing. His name’s (((Zuckerburg))) for nothing. And his second in command is (((one of them))), too. And a lousy one at that. A woman.

These (((fascist infectious pustules))) have overrun our whole damned country and they’ve got us all by the balls. Actually the whole West that is. Via (((blackmail))) and (((bribery))) for the most part. (((Epstein))) was a Mossad blackmail operation along with (((Maxwell))) too. Both Mossad. Epstein was recruited in 1986. (((Ghislaine))) was probably born Mossad. Both of her (((sisters))) are Mossad too, and they’ve wormed their way into some pretty important positions in our (((parasitized land))).

Her father (((Robert Maxwell))) was a billionaire piece of shit, but he was also big-time Mossad. At his funeral in Israel, the present all former heads of Mossad were there in the audience. It’s rumored that the (((blackmail operations out of the brownstones))) actually started under Robert the father. He died on his boat under very mysterious circumstances. It’s thought that Mossad killed their own man for unknown reasons. They’re professional killers. They even kill their own kind.

I’m really getting tired of these (((Jewish nationalist))) shits. They piss me off. I don’t want to hurt them or kill them or evict them, but handing them the (((keys to the castle))) called our nation was completely insane. Outside of their shitty Zionism, I really don’t care too much about Jewish folks. Yeah, they (((lie, cheat, and steal))) and act like a (((race of white collar criminals))), but so do Gentiles nowadays in our Judaized land. We are all Jews now. A nation of 330 million Jews. What’s a goy to do?

Our country needs some (((deworming))) medicine.

Game/PUA: The Blank, Frozen, Dead, Robot, Zombie Female Stare and What It Means

I went to this punk rock show in LA in fall 1981. I talked to this 15 year old girl, a blond punker chick, who was sitting on a low wall outside the place. She said her Dad had brought here there. She was swinging her legs back and forth like a teenager. She kept talking about fags and faggots the whole time I was talking to her. Each time she said it, she looked me dead on in the eye. I think she was calling me a faggot, but at the same time had a dead-on blank frozen robot stare in her eyes.

She was calling me a fag, but she also wanted to fuck me. Tug of war in her head. What’s a girl to do? Females have contradictory thoughts like this going on all the time, and its very hard for them to sort them out and try to make sense of them.

I think an essence of the Female Character is Conflict between Contradictory Feelings. One part of her is pulling her one way, and the other part of her is pulling her the other way. All of this mental jumble is probably pretty confusing. They’re probably trying to untie these mental knots all the time, but being in the middle of a tug of war like that would drive anyone nuts. That may be why they seem nutty a fair amount of the time. All those wild contradictory feelings going this way and that all the time would drive anyone nuts.

If you’re Chad, a lot of women don’t particularly care if you look or seem faggy. Sometimes I wonder if they care if you are faggy. Some of the most fagged out men I met in LA, including one totally obvious haunted closet case, had the hottest girlfriends you’ll see.

Chad’s looks just blind women to everything else about him. Nothing else matters but that damned pretty face. They overlook it all, at least at first. I think Chad’s looks are literally intoxicating to women. So women are in sense drunk or high out of their minds when they first hook up with Chad, and they’re not really in control of themselves anymore. They’re entranced by those hot looks so deeply that they can’t think straight and they overlook all of his flaws, at least for a while.

I saw her later at a punk concert with the Angry Samoans in the San Fernando Valley in Summer 1982. She was sitting on this table-like thing in the concert hall, literally chewing and smacking and blowing bubbles with bubble gum, the stereotypical teenage girl. But she was mature far beyond her age and hanging out at nightclubs where almost everyone was an adult. She was 15 going on 30, face it. She’s hanging out at punk rock adult nightclubs all the time full of degenerate punk rockers, and she’s hot. You don’t think she’s going to get fucked by one of those young degenerate nihilist punker guys at some point? She threw herself into the cauldron. She’s liable to get cooked.

After the show, my friend and I saw her and her friends in the parking lot and went over and talked to them. She stopped and had a dead frozen stare. Her friends could care less that she was talking to a couple of young men. They were all probably teen going on 30 too. She also seemed to be drawing slowly closer to me as if some force field was sucking her towards me. She was locked into me like radar so bad you would almost have to pull her to get her outside of my orbit. I could have easily gotten her number, but I chickened out.

My friend looked a bit concerned as we walked away. “Bob, don’t you think she’s a little young? She’s 15 years old, man.” I shrugged my shoulders.

I was living in the Valley and so was she, with her Dad. I think she was in Sylmar. I was in Van Nuys. I could have easily gotten her number and dated her, and I’m pretty sure I could have had sex with her. And back then, I’m sad to say that I would have definitely done it. It’s true that she was 15 and I was 24, but back in 1982, no one much cared about that.

I haven’t had the slightest thing to do with those girls since then or for three years prior. I’m glad I quit those girls when I was so young because if I would have kept doing it I would have so much more to feel guilty about and live down in these manic days of frenzied sex panics. Of course I’ve sometimes felt that I would like to, but the penalties are so insane that you have to control yourself.

Whenever a woman seems to go into a robot-like trance and gives you that blank frozen stare, it only means one thing. It means she likes you! As in, really, really likes you. As in, she’s in love with you, she wants to fuck you, you’re making her horny, she wants to have a romantic/sexual relationship with you. Whenever you see a woman staring at you like that, jump on it fast and do something. Go talk to her. Get her phone number.

Now, if you make a poor performance, she will leave.

I remember when I was 27 at the peak of my looks in Summer 1984 or 85, and I was sitting on an island in the Carson Mall, probably on a weekend. I haven’t the faintest idea why I was there. I was stoned out of my skull like I was every weekend.

I sat there for an hour or two. One after the other, a young single woman would lock eyes on me, go into the frozen robot trance, and head straight for my island as if she were under remote control. I think three of them did that in the course of an hour or two. These women kept homing in on my like radar and being remote-controlled to my island. At the time, I didn’t know that when a woman acts like that, it means she wants to fuck. Period. You’re making her horny. Period. Turned out these were all single Moms in their late 20’s to early 30’s.

Unfortunately, my head was a complete mess at the time, and I was in the middle of what was basically a  nervous breakdown that went on for 3-4 years. Even worse, it was rather obvious to anyone who looked that my head was fucked, and it was turning people off everywhere. You can’t always hide mental illness. So at the mall that day, we would talk for a bit and after a bit they would get a concerned look on their face. Soon they would get tuned off and leave.

So you see, just because she goes into autopilot when she sees you, it doesn’t mean you’ve got her. You can still blow it if you don’t play your cards right.

This was happening to me all the time back then, but I was still connecting with some women, and I was definitely dating a lot and having a lot of sex. Apparently I looked really good back then, so the killer looks were getting me laid despite my screwed head. I’m not sure if women care that much if Chad is nuts. Of course they do care, and it throws a monkey wrench into things pretty badly, but Crazy Chad still probably does better than your AFC as long as he’s not too far gone.

Looking back on it, I probably could have fucked all three or four of them. Just ask to go to her apartment from the mall, and it’s done. That’s how easy it is to pick up a woman in the daytime if you’ve got the Looks and Game. Or get her number at least.

I almost never get these dead-on blank frozen robot zombie entranced looks anymore. I got one recently from a young woman at a coffee shop though. It’s the first time I’ve gotten that look in it seems like years. I wonder what she means by that. She’s been extremely friendly ever since. I think I will try to find out.

Alt Left: Banned Again

LOL just got banned from another Facebook group! Yay! First thing you need to know is I get banned from almost all Facebook groups. When I come to a Facebook group, if I hate it, I usually think, “How can I get banned from here as quickly as possible?” And then I proceed to do just that. And I’m usually banned in less than an hour. Half those Facebook groups? Why do they even exist? I figure they exist for guys like me to troll them and see how fast I can get banned, right? What other reason could they possibly have for their pathetic existence?!

The group is called This Is Why Conservatives Call Us Snowflakes. I figured the group is Alt Left, but it’s really not. It’s just the usual SJW idiots, except that they are slightly less crazy than the ordinary SJW idiots. There are a lot of these “lesser brands” about nowadays. I’m not real happy with this trend. It’s still the same poison, just more diluted this time. If you’re going to make a break with the Cultural Left, it has to be total.

Here’s the problem right here:

Hate speech of any kind is not allowed. No racism, homophobia, transphobia, etc allowed. Respect people’s pronouns & identities. No slurs of any kind are allowed. Mayo, Karen, etc are allowed tho

Ok, that’s not Alt Left at all. No Alt Left group would ever put anything that stupid on there. Of course, I think Alt Left groups should ban people for using certain slurs or possibly for severe bigoted language. Emphasis on severe. Every time I see one of these No Hate Speech signs, I want to bang my head on the desk. Because anyone who puts up a sign like that thinks “hate speech” is, just about, anything. And everything. And the kitchen sink.

There’s no attempt at nuance, and if you’re not doing nuance, you’re nowhere near being a self-actualized humans. Because one of the only things separating us elevated types for the usual fucktard rabble is…nuance, a sense of proportion, taking things case by case, the spirit of the law and not the letter, take each case separately and evaluate, things  like tone, intent, humor, basically, a sense of scale. All of which is always missing in any idiot tard who puts up a NO HATE SPEECH sign.

Notice that the only slurs they allow are mayo and Karen. Karen is just a slur for a certain type of nosey and annoying suburban White woman. More globally, it is a slur against White women period. Mayo is a shitty slur against White people. So these are just standard SJWtards. The only people it’s ok to hate are White people and White women. Everything else is bigotry, including calling trannies trannies, which, by the way, is one of my favorite pastimes.

I probably got banned for transphobia. That’s what I usually get banned for nowadays. I love to misgender these people because to me, it’s misgendering when you refer to a man who thinks he’s a woman as a woman. He’s not a woman. He’s a man who thinks he’s a woman. Likewise, it’s misgendering to refer to a woman who thinks she’s a man as a man. Of course she’s not a man. She’s a woman who thinks she’s a man.

And I just love to call those people trannies. How can you not love that word? Listen to it. Swirl it around on your tongue like a fine wine. Savor it. Smack your lips a few times. Doesn’t that word tranny just have the greatest mouthfeel?

I also love to call trannies mentally ill because that’s exactly what they are. If you are a man who thinks you’re a woman, 90% of the time, I would say you’re nuts. If you are a woman who thinks she’s a man, 95% of the time, I would say you’re nuts. Except for a few early onset cases which I am willing to make amends for (though they’re still not the opposite sex), a man can never be a woman and a woman can never be a man.

No one even knows what any of that shit above means. What’s hate speech? Define it. Give me a good, concise definition that everyone can agree on. I don’t usually use other racial slurs when I write, but boy is it tempting! I so wanted to call a Japanese guy a Jap the other day! Why? I dunno. Because these shitwad SJW’s told me I can’t, that’s why! If you tell me there’s words I am banned from saying because they are offensive, those are probably the first words I am going to use in my next sentence to you.

Come on. We came out of the punk rock movement, Goddamn it. You have any idea what the punk rock movement was like? Like,  nothing is sacred. Like, giving the finger to everything. Like, breaking all the rules. Like, saying all the words you’re not supposed to say. Why? For the living fuck of it, that’s why. Which is to say, no reason at all!

We came out of the Goddamned punk rock movement, and you think we’re going to listen to SJW Miss Manners telling us to watch our language? LOL. Get out. Half of our songs had slurs in them. That was the whole idea. Not to hurt people’s feelings, but just to piss all over everything, the whole system. Tell us we can’t say something, and we’d say it. Tell us we couldn’t wear something, we’d wear it. Tell us not to say, do, or wear something because it’s mean, Hell, that’s even more reason to break the rules! It was all about pissing people off? Who? Everyone! Why? For no damned reason at all!

I won’t say those words for any particular reason and certainly not to hurt people. I’ll only say them because you, an authoritarian shitwad, ordered me not to! Hey, I’m still a rebellious teenager in a 63 year old body, sorry.

I do use words like this in my personal life. But not commonly and even then, only a few special words for certain folks who’ve really got it coming to them!

Kim Carnes, “Betty Davis Eyes”

Hey. It’s good music. What else can you say? Answer: Nothing! You weren’t around in the 80’s? Too bad. 80’s music was good! Unlike whatever that crap they call “music” is nowadays. They might as well just get rid of the humans and do it all with machines. Wait. They’re already doing that, right? Well, no wonder it blows. No! Machines do not, can not, and can probably never better humans.

The Pistols, “Silly Thing”

The Pistols (Sex Pistols tribute band), “Silly Thing.” Here is their webpage. Formed in 2004 and still around somehow. Never cut an album. From London. Still playing in clubs. This is filmed in some little club in the UK.

Believe it or not this is a tribute band. They sure are good though, and the men playing Jones and Rotten look exactly like the people they are portraying. They can play too. Some say this guy can’t sing, but I like his voice. I swear these guys are almost as good as the real thing. I wonder when they were around?

Blondie, “Hanging On the Telephone”

Another absolutely perfect song from that glorious era. I was a 22 year old university student at the time. A very special time, one of the best times of my life! This is another song that defined the era. Blondie, “Hanging on the Telephone,” from Parallel Lines, 1979. They just don’t make music like this anymore. What happened? The original was written by the Nerves. Maybe I’ll put it on sometime. This is a case where the cover is better than the original.

Debbie Harry was always utterly gorgeous. She still was in 2014 at least. A beautiful older woman. And she was a punk! And she’s still a punk! Punk til death! Rock til you drop!

Television, “See No Evil”

Very, very good music. Early punk rock out of New York. Television, “See No Evil,” from Marquee Moon, 1979. The lyrics are poetic, reminiscent of symbolist poetry like Baudelaire and Verlaine. In fact, the lead singer took his stage name, Tom Verlaine, from the famous French poet. Truly fine music from a beautiful era that was defined by its very special and timeless music. Damn this takes me back.

Rod Stewart, “Maggie May”

Rod Stewart and the Faces, “Maggie May”, from Every Picture Tells a Story, 1971. I can’t believe how great this song is. Or that it’s 50 years old. Good God, rock music has turned to crap, eh? This was the B side to “Reason to Believe” but it was such a great song that soon radio stations were playing this more than the A side. This is said to be “folk rock.” It can also be called “roots rock.” I never knew folk rock could be so great!

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