Gutter Gospel: General Labor Rants On Replacements/Dramarama, Pig Media Insists Gropey Joe Is Very Popular, Hipsters Suck, Sinead, Abbie, Ryan Roxy, Nader, Thompson, Ventura, Schwartz, Gary Webb, Ultras, Manic Street Preachers!

“Shitlibs once again melting down because Noam Chomsky is 100% right about Ukraine war propaganda and the hypocrisy of the west” (-Revolutionary Blackout Network)

It’s Gross To Live Under The US Empire And Spend Your Time Criticizing Russia And China (substack.com)

Celebrating John McCain’s Death Is Good, Actually: Notes From The Edge Of The Narrative Matrix – Caitlin Johnstone

“…the FBI once again interfered in a presidential election by bolstering the fabricated notion that Hunter Biden’s laptop was possibly ‘Russian disinformation,’ thereby justifying unprecedented censorship of reporting about it.” (-Aaron Mate’) https://mate.substack.com/p/in-fbi-vs-tr 

CORPORATE DEEPSTATE FUCKERS FUCKIN WITH THE ALGORITHIMS

I guess I been Writing too much since getting locked outta Falsebook by Zuck and his Langley spook cronies, but I suppose I just feel a bit powerless about all the bad corruption and wars and shit I see goin’ down and the most I can probably do is gently shake summa my former associates from their big pharama numb hypnoslumbers, even that much is a long shot, but as Lennon sang, “we’re all doin’ what we can…” My old lady might help me put one of those Substack things together but for now, I just wanna say thanks to all our friends and fellow glamrarchists for giving me a mic and a soapbox, here. I feel like it’s just us damaged dropout malcontents and aging androgynes against the fatcat fascists and evil billionaires and all their baffled tv watching slaves.

Hey man I can’t believe I’m sayin’ this, but much like Ajamu Baraka, the social media monopolists have not only censored, Facebook jailed, and finally, locked me outta their platform for being Anti-war, but where I used to get hundreds of “likes” on every fuckin’ post, gradually, over the past couple years, it looks like I only get one or two likes or reposts. I get that the fix is in, but do me a solid, as the kids say, and if you agree with anything I got to say here, “like” and repost and subscribe just in case any of it might work, so my webzine homies can know you value my rebellious ravings on some level. Thank You Friends.

TROUBLE BOYS

I guess it was my sixteenth birthday, when my arty downtown high school girlfriend brought these two hardcore/goth mohawked punks over to meet me. Some asshole local stoner heavy metal guys had crashed my no alcohol attic party and stomped loudly down the step dad’s stairs  kicking or knocking heirloom Christmas decorations down the steps and disappearing an old bass amp on their way out, so my stepdad threw me out again, and I was happy to be free of him. I started hanging out with the mohawked guys who had a crappy goth band. I say crappy, cause that’s how I felt about it back then, but now, I see how creative and innovative they were with such limited technology. They were doing like a Ministry/Skinny Puppy thing on a no budget, D.I.Y. level and we would convene nightly in the older guitarist’s nasty rodent infested, loudly clanging furnace basement studio apartment nightly and he’d play us old seventies imported punk vinyl and we’d drink beer. I was already on my second make believe bullshit garage band with the metalhead guitar players and we could never find drummers where we lived cause we were not into Bon Jovi or even Led Zeppelin. I got along with a pothead drummer who went to the Catholic school and we used to walk home together, but he was friends with some real sadistic heavy metal goons, and burnt somebody’s house down and got away with it, and was afraid to be seen with me by the metalheads, so I never really trusted the kid, and looking back, I’m glad I chose to stay away from him. The older mohawk was really fascinated with Charles Manson so all his artwork always had like a visual reference to say, Barker Ranch, or something. I had grown up loving the Doors so I had always felt a calling to the desert, and now I live in the ghost town South West, I get to see stuff like a skunk just chilling with my outdoor feral cat friends on the side of our disintegrating trailer this morning. Some pimp named Red was said to have burnt down the guitarist’s low income housing apartment, but I had become good friends with the mohawk kids. One went to the downtown high school with me and my arty girlfriend but was given a wider berth for dresscode violations than me because he was honor roll and his mom sold real estate. He grew up and got into real estate. I’m still violating the dress codes.

   Being an empty pocketed pauper with many responsibilities, it is seldom that I am able to indulge in some selfish purchase like a book or hat or something, but I’m aware of those Alvin Gibbs books-I know they’re out there, and the “Trouble Boys” book about The Replacements, and yeah, of course, I am kindof coveting those tomes. I often say that as a crazy kid, it was Dramarama and The Replacements who gave false hope to me and my gang of underage beer drinking record store clerks and alcoholic janitors that if we composed a diverse oeuvre of songs we might also be discovered and recorded and able to make a living performing shows, making record albums, and selling black skull t shirts from the back of our scuzzy black van-that was the popular mythology, anyway, pre Nirvana. There was a whole network of basement show and bandhouse venues, college radio stations, and medium sized magazines about underground music like CMJ and Alternative Press and Flipside and Maximum Rocknroll. Soul Asylum and the  Goo Goo Dolls were two other examples of Replacements inspired garage rockers who broke into the mainstream. I loved the whole Replacements story because it was so easy for us to identify with all those characters-they were so much like my lot. I had an older guitar player who was living like a crusty punk, not bathing very often, kinda being a little antisicial and self destructive, who drank alot,  but I knew he had real potential and artistic ability that bled out when he played guitar. I remember the first time hearing he had learned the Brian James solo from “I Never Believed” rather than just letting our other kid, the flash “Young Wayne Kramer” learn the part. 

    When half my band fled the Midwest and got convenience store jobs on the East coast, we met a kid named Jake who was a writer. In the words of the Great And Terrible Heavy Metal Impresario, Sleazegrinder, “he’s an even better writer than US!” Jake never officially joined the band but my lead guitar hero taught him how to play bass and he joined a more popular local band, but contributed many lengthy screeds to my subversive fanzines back in the day, before joining the nine to five world in later years. He shared my love of The Clash, The Replacements, and Hunter S. Thompson, we’d stay up all night long talking about resistance subcultures and him and his gutter punk girlfriend Theis would sing background vocals for me and my dueling guitarists in their big Park Drive bachelor pad. Summa the songs we wrote back then have been covered by other people. Even after those guys were on their way into proper adulthood, me and the crazy rhythm guitar player were still stubbornly trying to get discovered with our heartfelt garage punk Songs About Drinking! I kept trying to encourage the lost lads back into our broken dream, but they were already gone for good.  The Replacements pissed all the Adult World people off at “Saturday Night Live” and on some Tom Petty tour. They drank. So many of their songs spoke so deeply to my generation, ya know even the squares who followed the prescribed path to cubicles and cable and purchasing Glade Air Fresheners and Dyson vacuum cleaners from Target on Sunday loved shit like “Unsatisfied” and “Answering Machine”. I’ve seen Joan Jett bring everybody at the county fair together-from the pink haired LGBT kids to the old bikers singing, “Androgynous”, which everybody now thinks she wrote. Of course I relate to Bob Stinson, many of my closest friends were tortured clowns and soulful guitarslingers. I was not as wild about the stuff they did without Bob Stinson, though all the tunes Paul wrote about band breakups and shit like say, “When It Began” and “Happy Town” and “Rocknroll Ghost” all got tattooed on my heart n soul. 

     I could always identify with The Replacements, until Paul started phoning in stuff like a professional pandering power balladeer. I liked all his early insecure romantic shit better than his overconfident actress wooing stardom shit. Me and a guy named Brett Milano, I think he was some bigfish Boston Rock critic, were both actually pogo jumping for joy in the front row, when we saw Westerberg with Dave Minehan from the Neighborhoods covering “Daydream Believer” at a tightly packed sweaty show in Central Square. By the time all those Professional Replacements Imitators came along-you know, like half the bands in “Big Takeover” magazine and EVERY band in “No Depression”, I was becoming increasingly cynical about the value of showbiz and celebrity and even the songwriting itself cause it was all becoming so rat race-y. People I grew up with just wanted to become “popular” and ride that fucking awful, loathsome, fuckedup alternative hoax grunge train no matter where it went-they’d join generic bands with dudes who had nothing to say. Whoever had access to pay to play “popularity”, post Nirvana, all the bands became so contrived and formulaic and insincere and eventually, every band was consolidated into just the fucking Foo Fighters, all that was left of rocknroll on the airwaves was Foo Fighters-the ultimate triumph of goober mediocrity. An emo kid band came out and called themselves Plain White T Shirts. They did a really overtly precious tribute to Westerberg and company, not only were all the middle class college people in the ya’allternative public radio world imitating Westerberg like those Wilco and Uncle Tupelo dudes, but now all these horrible fucking suburbanite emo kids were, too. I made friends with a crazy alcoholic bartender we’ll call A2-he’s dead now, but he used to wear this leather cowboy hat I gave him that made him look like a real pirate, and he had a dart team called the Whiskey Dicks, was something of a pool shark-he was the biggest Replacements fan I ever met, he’d always give me quarters for the jukebox and want me to play “Here Comes A Regular” at the little old man, dirty, dark divebar where we were both artists in residence for a couple of years, in our mid to late twenties. Like 25-27. I sure have missed that guy and most of our common friends who have also long since passed. I say my youth ended in ’95 when my high school friend overdosed like two weeks before he was set to graduate from a prestigious college way out in Seattle, but the next two years after that, I spent it with about seven or eight hard drinking, hard living, extremely soulful, kind, misunderstood, and extremely talented people at a disreputable hoodlum bar in the Midwest, all of us were kindof  haunted and traumatized, embittered and broken hearted but making each other laugh through the tears and even dance in the streets. One by one, they all disappeared from this world but I still write songs about all of them that nobody ever hears. My wife told me the one I wrote a couple weeks ago was not as good as the stuff I used to write about ’em. I guess I never got over it. Any of it. And yeah I used to be better than I am now. Don’t you know who I think I used to be?

 WHAT KINDOF EVIL CORPORATE OVERLORDS WOULD INTENTIONALLY ASSASSINATE THE REBEL SPIRIT OF REAL ROCKNROLL

Digital Militarization of Klaus Schwab’s WEF and the United Nations – RAIR – Vigilant Links

Petition update · Julian Assange Files Appeal + The UN High Commissioner for Human Rights met Stella & lawyers” · Change.org

GOD BLESS SINEAD

Sorry Slaves, dude in the tall hat and the dress and rhinestone slippers who never holds any of his big cult child abusers accountable and lives in a city of gold is not more important than any truth teller with soul. One thing I always loved about Sinead is how she always insisted we can all sing undermining the whole Simon Cowell proper pitch Olympics. I kinda objected when she eviscerated Aerosmith for goin ‘down in the elevator but free passed Eazy E and Ice Cube, but now I am old, I see where she was coming from. Sinead got me into Public Enemy actually. Kristofferson was one of my favorite lyricists so when he came out onstage to defend her when Dylan failed to, made me like him even more. In the years since they killed Tupac, ya know all we’ve had are these dumb model robots like “Marky” Mark Wahlberg and Katy Perry and Taylor Swift and Justin Bieber and Harry Styles and Miley Cyrus who they pummel into superfame with their bullshit mockingbird media first, and then pay Rolling Stone and Spin wankers to artistically legitimize later. I think they all suck so bad. Man I miss real artists with soul power like Tupac and Sinead an awful lot. I said it before, Fuck Dr. Phil and all assholes like him.

PIG MEDIA INSISTS GROPEY JOE IS VERY POPULAR

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! President Joe Biden’s approval ratings are skyrocketing (msn.com)

MOMENT OF ZINNOpinion | Remembering Howard Zinn, The People’s Historian, at 100 | Amy Goodman (commondreams.org)

 ROXY ROLLER

ABBIE HOFFMAN 

Fuck Pete Townshend. What a dick. Abbie Hoffman is ten times more rocknroll.

Meet Abbie Hoffman, Iconic Antiwar Activist And Chicago Seven Defendant (allthatsinteresting.com)

https://www.cbc.ca/player/play/1803115075764

Abbie Hoffman: Leading the 60’s Counter Culture Revolution – Bing video

18 RIVINGTON STREET

Man, I miss my old teacher-mentor-filmmaker-girlfriend, Lisa, sometimes. Don’t even know if she is alive or dead, she took me in off the street and protected me and I’m still sorry about the shit I did wrong under her watch. The Lower East Side was still a magical world back then.

HIPSTERS SUCK!

We had such a good staff at Tower Records-the mgt. were even decent. I don’t think I could befriend loss prevention people nowadays, but back then, Sam, Mike, Dave and Tim were all goodfella close pals of mine. Old dude Jim M. was a manager, Thom was the indie/import guy. Michael Dow, Noah from New Orleans, Chris who did his big college paper on the NY Dolls. Danielle who used to do my reg shift so I could sneak out the side door to Charlie’s Cheeseburgers. Mark O’Connor, Barrie and Dermot from Ireland. A chick named Erica who bleached my hair Warhol white in my wannabe Jeffrey Lee Pierce phase and sang the fuck outta Donna Summer’s “Hot Stuff” with a townie band uptown.

Machine Gun Etiquette (castbox.fm)

Funk You Punk; Part Deux (castbox.fm)

Splatter Platters (castbox.fm)
I’ve Got More Than 84 Inches (castbox.fm)

Funk You Punk; Part Deux (castbox.fm)

 Things That Exist (castbox.fm)

DRAMARAMA FA FA FA

A real cool teacher from Missouri got me into Dramarama who were the best band besides The Replacements in the era we grew up in. My bands were way more glam than Replacements or Dramarama, like we were equally as in to Hanoi Rocks and Generation X as we were these song oriented bands, we wanted to put on a big blinding backlit Rock Show as well as write so many sad slow songs about drinking in small towns, but yeah it was hard to find an audience because we were too sincere and sentimental for the Guns N Roses mobs and too silvery trousered and pink winklepickered for the college peeps. The lady who booked the Middle East at the time, I  don’t think she ever even listened to out tape because we had long black hair she wrote us off as headbangers. I met John Easdale at the Coconut Teaszer when his side project The Bentback Tulips were playing. He was so, so cool. I loved all his lyrics and the highest compliment I ever got from somebody besides Bebe Buell or Phoebe Legere was the underground music journalist who compared one of my shortlived dead end crash and burn bands to Dramarama. When Clem Burke was in the band they probably became the best band in the world and I am glad they are still around.

 SCUM LIVES ON



When Billionaires And The Government Work Together To Control InformationFacebook restricted visibility of the New York Post’s Hunter Biden laptop story in the lead-up to the 2020 election after receiving counsel from the FBI, according to Facebook/Meta CEO Mark Zuckerberg.“So we took a different path than Twitter,” Zuckerberg said during a Thursday appearance on The Joe Rogan Experience. “Basically the background here is the FBI, I think basically came to us — some folks on our team and was like, ‘Hey, um, just so you know, like, you should be on high alert. There was the — we thought that there was a lot of Russian propaganda in the 2016 election. We have it on notice that basically there’s about to be some kind of dump of — that’s similar to that. So just be vigilant.’”Zuckerberg said a decision was made to restrict that information on Facebook’s multibillion-user platform. He said that unlike Twitter, which banned the sharing of the article entirely, Facebook opted for the somewhat subtler option of censorship by algorithm.”The distribution on Facebook was decreased,” he said, adding when pressed by Rogan that the decreased visibility of the article happened to a “meaningful” extent.As we’ve discussed previously, censorship by algorithm is becoming the preferred censorship method on large Silicon Valley platforms because it can be done to far more people with far less objection than outright de-platforming and bans.BREAKING: Mark Zuckerberg tells Joe Rogan that Facebook algorithmically censored the Hunter Biden laptop story for 7 days based on a general request from the FBI to restrict election misinformation. pic.twitter.com/llTA7IqGa1— Minds�� (@minds) August 25, 2022In addition to being censored across social media platforms, the Hunter Biden laptop story was first ignored and dismissed by the mainstream news media, then spun as a Russian disinfo operation. Those media outlets eventually came around to admitting that the leaked emails were probably authentic, and Hunter Biden tacitly authenticated them himself when he acknowledged that the information “could” have come from his laptop. Nothing that came from that laptop was anywhere near as scandalous as the unified front presented by the news media and Silicon Valley in reducing the political impact of an October surprise before a presidential election.And now we know that the reason the world’s largest social media platform censored that particular story was because they were cautioned by the FBI against allowing such information to circulate. How many of those other institutions suppressed that news story because they were told to by the FBI or other government agencies? How often are US government agencies involving themselves in the act of censorship? What other information is being suppressed in this or similar ways? What other information will be suppressed in the future?Because of the veils of government and corporate secrecy which obscure our view of the behaviors of power, we don’t get to have answers to these questions. All we get to have is what oligarchs like Mark Zuckerberg choose to tell us, in whatever way and to whatever extent they choose to tell us about them.But even what we’ve been told is pretty ugly. A government agency and a social media platform of unprecedented influence teaming up together to silence impactful political speech is censorship by any sane definition. Mainstream liberals can come up with all kinds of arguments for why the continually expanding justifications for online censorship are fine and normal and not really censorship, but are they able to maintain those justifications when government agencies are actively involved? Is it really better when political speech is being censored by a collaboration of government operatives and billionaires than censored directly by the government alone?Thread��Twitter is hiring a TON of FBI agents. Searching employment websites, it is clear Twitter has been extensively recruiting from the FBI, employing a dozen former feds.My new @mintpressnews investigation explores why and what this means for us.https://t.co/15hZwFz8X8— Alan MacLeod (@AlanRMacLeod) June 21, 2022Alan MacLeod has been putting out a number of reports with Mintpress News documenting the way many veterans from the FBI, CIA, NSA and other government agencies have been recruited to work for tech companies like Google/YouTube, Facebook/Meta, and Twitter. The intimacy with which these government and corporate entities are working together is growing closer and closer, and they’re making less and less effort to conceal it.In a power structure without clear boundaries separating corporations from the government, corporate censorship is state censorship. The mightiest power structure on earth is growing more and more brazen and shameless about this reality.You know you are living in an oligarchy when Mark Zuckerberg has more political influence over your country than any elected official. Democracy is an illusion. Those who live under the US empire are a propagandized and politically impotent population who only think they are free because they’ve been given the illusion of freedom, and less and less effort is being made to sustain that illusion.We are ruled by unelected sociopaths who have no wisdom, no compassion, and no intention of ever relinquishing their rule. This will continue unless and until enough of us wake up to what’s going on to stop them.

WEEDS

“People often ask me where I stand politically. It’s not that I disagree with Bush’s economic policy or his foreign policy, it’s that I believe he was a child of Satan sent here to destroy the planet Earth. Little to the left.”
― Bill Hicks

“They lie about marijuana. Tell you pot-smoking makes you unmotivated. Lie! When you’re high, you can do everything you normally do just as well — you just realize that it’s not worth the fucking effort. There is a difference.”
― Bill Hicks

People I’ve known in real life have actually told me they now love Lyn fucking Cheney just because she goes on tv and says she dislikes all purpose bad sexist boogeyman Donald J. Trump, like that is some kinda feminist forward leaning position. Still blows my mind how many rich white zipcodes have legalized reefer boutiques just operating out in the open, while other poorer peoples are still in fucking jail or on slippery slope probation or parole for non violent so called drug offenses. I never really liked reefer, personally, but obviously, believe no one ever should have gotten shot by cops in bed, or beaten to death, or mass incarcerated. for smoking a medicinal herb. I’ve been outside trying to cutdown my frontyard desert weeds, post monsoons, before the fanatical gentrification zealot fascist code enforcers show up again in their shiny black, new, tank like vehicles to fine us or whatever. I got blisters on both hands and it feels like I been workin’ on the railroad all the livelong day. I do my work with a very primitive garden tool my ole lady bought at the farmer supply store-we had an actual working and more realistic weed whacker from Wal Mart but it fell apart first time I used it. I know you’re REALLY smart having gone to college. You heard of planned obsolescence. So yeah, my hands hurt, my clothes are wet, I’m ill tempered alot of the time. Arthritis, depression, anxiety, PTSD,bitter about the band stuff, about being banned, but no relief is forthcoming. Burroughs said he had to write his way out of the hole-maybe that’s what I’m trying to do, too, against my better judgement. Man, I miss Bill Hicks, Paul K., Paul Mooney, Tattoo Mark, and Glen Ford. (RIP)

www.kevinbooth.com

Blondie’s mind-blowing “Against the Odds” box set includes the fan’s Holy Grail of archival songs | Salon.com

The Quireboys: The Band Rolls On… (VINYL – OYR078 – Limited Run of 1000) – Off Yer Rocka

RALPH NADER

The Bush-Cheney Cabal – Ralph Nader

Time to Hold Bush and Cheney Accountable – Ralph Nader

RALPH NADER: The sociocide of Iraq by Bush/Cheney (registercitizen.com)

FUCK FEAR

“The world is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are. The ride goes up and down, around and around, it has thrills and chills, and it’s very brightly colored, and it’s very loud, and it’s fun for a while. Many people have been on the ride a long time, and they begin to wonder, “Hey, is this real, or is this just a ride?” And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and say, “Hey, don’t worry; don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.” And we … kill those people. “Shut him up! I’ve got a lot invested in this ride, shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry, look at my big bank account, and my family. This has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill the good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok … But it doesn’t matter, because it’s just a ride. And we can change it any time we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. Just a simple choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.”
― Bill Hicks

Who Killed Michael Hastings? | Civil Liberties Defense Center (cldc.org)

Was Paul Wellstone Murdered? – Alternet.org

MARTIN TRUTHER AND PAUL WELLSTONE AND AARON SCWARTZ AND MICHAEL HASTINGS AND SETH RICH (RIP)

Mainstream media really is a fear factory, aint it?! One of my former Facebook friends was a fearless seventy something lady activist from California who died last year, she was a good soul who’d gardened and demonstrated and organized, she endured much in her lifetime including having her kids taken away from her by a richer former spouse, which is something I know about, and I’ll miss that good lady who would always give me courage, spur me onward, advise me, “fuck fear”, that’s how the sick sociopaths at the top of the ivory towers control us serfs and peasants. With fear. Fear they’re not gonna sign your band, or let you work at the record store, or steal your original work, or not let you ever record your original works, or blacklist you from all begrudgingly even desirable jobs, or offer all your girlfriends high paying easy jobs, or use their rich parent’s money to monopolize the Scene or take away your kids, or dispatch oversized, brainless mooks with dumbfuck Lollapalooza tribal tattoos and cargo shorts to pound you into the sidewalk again, or whatever. I’m not sure if it was Burroughs or Thompson who said that paranoia is just knowing a little about what’s really goin’ on. Bravery is doing the next right thing, in spite of your fear. Imagine being Robert F. Kennedy Jr., who saw his cousin put out that magazine, the title of which is said to have dimed his father’s killer. How frightened would you be, if you’d seen your uncles and cousins and nieces and nephews exterminated by shady powers and secret societies? He knew what happened to Paul Wellstone. Bernie Sanders promised to fight for The People, but apparently received the Dick Cheney memo and got in line and endorsed rightwing corporate police state Gropey Joe. Another Facebook friend, Martin Truther, talked about all this stuff before dying when the cops showed up and assassinated him in his home for failing to pay back taxes. I personally got no space in my life for people who cheerlead for the Cheneys or Pompeo or Clinton or Kissinger or Gates or Zuckerberg or Bezos or Musk or Bloomberg or Obamas or Bush family. I can’t even get past the Benie Sanders betrayals. But yeah, the secret police probably threatened him or his loved ones, and Lockheed Martin is the biggest employer in Vermont. I never believed that it was just another oopsy daisy, whoopsie coincidence when JFK Jr. died in a small plane crash so Hillary got to become senator from NY instead of JFK Jr. There are documentaries about it. Look for ’em. Same way Jackie O sought refuge and safehaven with billionaire super yacht owner from Murkkkan deep state, post hit, so did Princess Di, post jockey’s son Harry, post divorce, ya know? 

   Your shitlib friends all say the one and only thing that ever threatened Murkkan “democracy” is Trump lovers convening in the rotunda of the Capital insisting that elections were rigged, when Clinton and Wasserman Schutz had already admitted in court(!!!!) the DNC private services corporation fixed the primaries. The Dems argument was they have a right to fix the primaries, because they are a private corporation. Similar argument shitlibs have been taught to repeat ad nauseum is supposedly, how it’s not censorship, if big tech in bed with the soldout government, buries big stories for big pharma, big oil, the deep state, the DNC, or other power grabbing shock doctrine disaster capitalist billionaires. Everytime someone has a big audience and is critical of the USA, they have an accident-from Hugo Chavez to Gaddafi. Fred Hampton and the Kennedys. Bill Hicks to Seath Rich, they always mysteriously die young. Always an oopsy daisy coincidence, say the shitlibs. A random burglary. Pancreatic cancer. Small plane crash, suicide with two bullets to the back of the head. All these scientists, investigative reporters, almost all the people who made films or who wrote books about 9/11—just youtube that shit, Ferguson and Baltimore uprising activists, vault #7 and drone whistle blowers, Dr. David Kelly said that Iraq had no WMD’s, found dead. Shitlibs think Epstein killed himself and the fact that monarch mind controlled Hinkley, a Bush cousin, is free, is just another whacky, zaney, oopsy daisy coincidence. Um-hummm.

SnowShoeFilms 2009 “Wellstone: They Killed Him” Part 1 of 2 – YouTube – © blogfactory

SnowShoeFilms 2009 “Wellstone: They Killed Him” Part 1 of 2 – YouTubeReblogged on WordPress.comblogfactory.co.uk

“There are so many things going on re 9/11 that just don’t make sense”.

— Senator Paul Wellstone

“I asked him how his week had been. He said, ‘it’s been tough. Vice President Cheney called me in and told me to get on their bandwagon or there would be serious ramifications in Minnesota. ‘And stop sticking your nose into 9/11; there are some rumors going around, but we are going to get to the bottom of this.’ When Paul made this statement, there were about 10 military veterans standing around us, and he spoke to them about 9/11…’There are so many things going on about 9/11 that just don’t make sense…’ Wellstone knew 9/11 was staged. Wellstone was after 9/11.”

–Pat O’Reilly, Wellstone’s close friend.

Although warned by Dick Cheney to “tow the line”, Senator Paul Wellstone questioned the official version of 9/11. For that he paid with his life. What follows are interviews with eyewitnesses, first responders and friends on his fatal “air crash”…

“The Joint Operations Command (JSOC): It is a special wing of our special operations community that is set up independently. They do not report to anybody, except in the Bush-Cheney days, they reported directly to the Cheney office. Congress has no oversight of it. It’s an executive assassination ring essentially, and it’s been going on and on and on.”

Wellstone: They Killed Him – preview

Wellstone: They Killed Him (2012) – Truther Network ™ (asnotseenontv.org)

Rep. Alan Grayson Honors Aaron Swartz – Truthdig

JONESEY WITH THE CULT

“Here is my final point…About drugs, about alcohol, about pornography…What business is it of yours what I do, read, buy, see, or take into my body as long as I do not harm another human being on this planet? And for those who are having a little moral dilemma in your head about how to answer that question, I’ll answer it for you. NONE of your fucking business. Take that to the bank, cash it, and go fucking on a vacation out of my life.”
― Bill Hicks

HUNTER S. THOMPSON ON BUSH/CHENEY WARS

Hunter S. Thompson (1937-2005) on the Iraq War & the Bush Presidency | Democracy Now!

Hunter S. Thompson and George W. Bush | Salon.com

Hunter S. Thompson’s 9/11 Essay Is Still Chillingly Accurate 16 Years Later | HuffPost Latest News

Kingdom of Fear: Loathsome Secrets of a Star-Crossed Child in the Final Days of the American Century: Thompson, Hunter S.: 8601400093351: Amazon.com: Books

Did Hunter S Thompson witness Bush selling cocaine? – Democratic Underground

“Go back to bed, America. Your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed, America. Your government is in control again. Here. Here’s American Gladiators. Watch this, shut up. Go back to bed, America. Here is American Gladiators. Here is 56 channels of it! Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom. Here you go, America! You are free to do what we tell you! You are free to do what we tell you!”
― Bill Hicks\

ONLY HONEST POLITICIAN

Jesse Ventura Calls Out Dick Cheney – YouTube

Soul Hangout » Blog Archive Jesse Ventura On The View: “Bush and Cheney Did 9/11!” | Soul Hangout

Jesse Ventura: If I Waterboarded Cheney, He’d Confess To Murders (filmsforaction.org)

GUNFIRE DANCE

Gunfire Dance Limited Bundle LP + T shirt – Easy Action

Bill Hicks – Relentless [1992] – Stand Up Comedy Full Show – video Dailymotion

 The Untold Truth Of Bill Hicks (grunge.com)

Even though top US officials admit that US troops are in Syria for “leverage” (a fancier way of Trump’s admission that US is there to steal oil), US outlets never report that. (-Aaron Mate’)

“Some 40% of Black DC public school students 12-17 will be refused education under this policy, which aims to coerce them into taking an injection that does not prevent viral transmission or infection, and which requires constant boosting. Welcome to actual vaccine apartheid”. (-Max Blumenthal Gray Zone)

DC’s NAACP chapter complains, “Mandatory vaccinations may negatively impact attendance, and attendance impacts school funding, resources and students’ academic success.”

“Billionaire Jared Kushner got PPP loans that were forgiven in full—meanwhile small business owners like Jamie, a Philly bar owner, will be paying off his PPP loan of $32,700 for the next 15 years.” (-Staus Coup News)

THE ULTRAS 

By the time I made it out to L.A., glam was kinda dead, except for like the Last Call dregs who lived with strippers and played cattle call concerts at the Coconut Teaszer on like Thursday nights. Those Motley Crue babies were all way more into living out some kinda Tommy Lee party lifestyle than they were into songwriting, which was sorta my thing. My old girlfriend Steffani tried to introduce me to some famous locals and gave me phone numbers for people like Kristy Krash Majors who I had not that much in common with but I thank her for endeavoring to help my search for the right group of players. Another cat she hooked me up with was Alistarr from The Ultras who was dead cool and funny and generous and sweet to me. I was surprised by how open and accessible he was because having herd his Bruce Duff produced EP, I had already sortof put him on a pedestal. I felt like he was far and away the best lyricist in the whole glam scene. He had accomplished what I had set out to do, which was to form a larger than life spacedout seventies glam rock band with the showmanship and panache of old Ziggy Stardust and Alice Cooper but also writing vivid and lyrical SONGS! He was one of the only people I took seriously that I met in my hard times year and a half or whatever starving on the Sunset Strip. I was living on this horrible fortified wine they only sell in black neighborhoods called Cisco-the ingredients are classified as a trade secret. That shit makes people crazy. Alistarr was different from all the Aqua Net blackhairs who lived with my ex girlfriend because he was smart and cool and kind. 

Most of the metal years people were just kindof fucking dumb. Alice was hip to stuff like, the Only Ones. The rest of ’em never got past Poison, Skid Row and the Crue. I liked all that shit when I was like fourteen and even seventeen, but by the time I made it out to California, I was 22 and kinda past “I Want Action” and “Same Old Situation”.

“Biden just authorized a ~$200 B bandaid for the gaping wound of student debt. But every year the president authorizes ~ $ 1 trillion for the bloated military that impoverishes us at home & endangers humanity the world over. The duopoly has plenty of money, just not for us.” (-Dr. Jill Stein)

“Just one of the ways the US security state manipulates domestic politics behind the veil of democracy. Another example: the high election season Gretchen Whitmer kidnapping plot manufactured by the FBI.”  (-Max Blumenthal)

“Nothing to see here, just a billionaire with a monopoly on information was censoring accurate news stories at the behest of the FBI to favor a political party & outcome.” (-Jimmy Dore)

Minds�� on Twitter: “BREAKING: Mark Zuckerberg tells Joe Rogan that Facebook algorithmically censored the Hunter Biden laptop story for 7 days based on a general request from the FBI to restrict election misinformation. https://t.co/llTA7IqGa1” / Twitter

“How is this not a huge story?” (-Matt Taiibi)

“Epstein was the mastermind of that Ponzi Scheme and, while Hoffenberg went to prison for that and related financial crimes, Epstein instead got involved with Clinton presidential fundraisers.” (-Whitney Webb)

“I don’t care what shitlibs say. Joe Biden is still a terrible president and a servant of oligarchs.” (-Danny Haiphong)

“Still in Syria…. Getting rockets shot at us so Centcom can pull in a war budget, defense contractors can get paid & senior brass can have combat commands. And maybe we can bumble our way into a fight w/Iran/Russia/Turkey/Assad. What a scam.” (-Joe Kent for Wa-3)

“Stop occupying Syria. Stop bombing Syria.” (-Justin Amash)

“New documents show the US & EU plans to plunder Ukraine have been in the works for years. They plan to sell off public infrastructure, destroy worker rights, & secure massive giveaways to billionaires. Much of this has already begun.” (-Lee Camp)

“Ron DeSantis was the lone legal oversight for US Special Ops in Fallujah during the brutal troop surge,  tasked with ensuring “fair & humane treatment of detainees and military compliance with law”—he previously had that same job at Guantanamo Bay during the Bush torture program.” (-The Empire Files)

Intelligence Expert Believes CIA Behind Car Bomb Assassination of Daughter of Alexander Dugin – CovertAction Magazine

“On manufactured “crime surges”: “corporate retailers, police, and PR firms fabricated talking points and fed them to the media… All told, major “index crimes” tracked by the FBI are at nearly forty-year lows” (-Boots Riley) Police Departments Spend Vast Sums of Money Creating “Copaganda” (jacobin.com)

The Confluence of Surveillance and Censorship and Violence Against Journalists – The Project Censored Show

Reports on Julian Assange – The Grayzone

NPR Host and NYT Guest Stress That Russia Is Communist While Vilifying Uninformed Republicans – Antiwar.com Blog

Filipino Vice-Presidential Candidate Arrested Just Days After Secretary of State Antony Blinken Traveled to the Philippines To Pledge Greater U.S. Military Support – CovertAction Magazine

The Deadly Business of Reporting Truth – Censored Notebook, Dispatches from Project Censored: On Media and Politics

Elite Lapdogs Always Welcome in the Corporate Media – Censored Notebook, Dispatches from Project Censored: On Media and Politics

Howard Zinn Carried Out an Act of Radical Diplomacy in the Middle of the Vietnam War (jacobin.com)

LAST BAND THAT MATTERED

      Unless you count, say, Joe Strummer & The Mescaleroes or Hello Disaster, to me, the Last Band that mattered was the Manic Street Preachers. I had a girlfriend who was still in love with me back then who would go to the record store and buy me a stack of English tabloids and music papers, a fiddle of whiskey and a pack of cigarettes and bring it all home to me tied up with a purple ribbon. I read all the early hype from UK critics but was pretty skeptical, was not into the idea that the guy who wrote all the good lyrics could not play guitar, so that was already kinda weird, then the singer had that high Freddy Mercury vocal range but was shouting slogans like that first Clash album, spraypainted clothes, ehh. I was still trying to get my own band together in the Generation X/Hanoi Rocks vein, part glam and part punk, and I had been talking to and working with these guys from deep Massachusetts smalltown suburbia hoping they would become our fulltime rhythm section, but the bassists was a lyricist/songwriter and they were a package deal, so they ended up doing a very Manics influenced band with the shorthair and skinny ties and stuff called Bang Bang Satellite while me and my two faithful longhaired guitar cronies from the Midwest in the scarves and black leather pants continued to stockpile originals and have no reliable drummer for years on end. It was those Bang Bang Satellite guys who got me into the Manics. One of their wives published a cool fanzine called “Machine Gun Etiquette” and that gang collectively made me reassess the Manic Street Preachers. I had bought “New Art Riot” from Newbury Comics but dismissed it as Clash copycats. We had songs of our own I figured were every bit as good as “Suicide Alley'”.  “Stay Beautiful” was what won me over, I played those four songs like a million times a day and yeah my old friend, the Famous Rock Critic, is telling the truth when he says I did not keep up with popular music or get into Crystal Pistol or Robin Black & The Intergalactic Rockstars From Mars or Whatever, or Brides Of Destruction or Velvet Revolver. The Last band that Really Mattered to me were the . They wrote about matters of the heart AND social commentary AND fought the empire and the forces of conformity AND wore makeup when they felt like it. They were the People’s Choice, the last real motherfuckers. I love ’em. 

RESIST THE EMPIRE! FIGHT THE POWER!

Democrats and Republicans Pretend They Have Massive, Unbridgeable Differences So They Can Unite Seamlessly on War (substack.com)

US Launches More Airstrikes in Syria, Says Four Killed – News From Antiwar.com

Dylan’s ‘Murder Most Foul’ Released on the Eve of Another Corporate Coup | by John Dissed | Medium

How to Tie a Bandana – by Dan Denton (substack.com)

The US Military’s JROTC Program Is Even Worse Than You Thought (jacobin.com)

What Mother Country Radicals Misses About the Weather Underground (jacobin.com)

Only Rebels Left Alive (New Music Podcast) (johndissed.com)

Roger Waters added to Ukrainian govt-sponsored hit list – The Grayzone

Will the Idea of the ‘West’ Survive the Scourge of the Russia-Ukraine War? (mintpressnews.com)

Revealed: Documents Show Bill Gates Has Given $319 Million to Media Outlets (mintpressnews.com)

The ‘Fact-Checking’ Liberal Media – Consortium News

JOHN KIRIAKOU: Don’t Charge Trump With Espionage – Consortium News

Antiwar.com

Black Agenda Radio August 19, 2022 | Black Agenda Report

The Other Shoe Drops: Blackstone Landlord Halts Home Purchases In 38 Cities As Market Crashes – Activist Post

Alison Morrow Interview with Whitney Webb – “One Nation Under Blackmail” – Activist Post

he Bugs That Keep Me Up at Night: Greenwashing Insects for Food – Activist Post

How Democracy Dies at the Washington Post Editorial Board (mintpressnews.com)

Reports on the Media – The Grayzone

Jeffrey Epstein business partner Steven Hoffenberg presumed dead at Connecticut home (msn.com)

Fauci Not ‘Telling It Like It Is,’ Chair of COVID-19 Commission Tells RFK, Jr. • Children’s Health Defense (childrenshealthdefense.org)

WEF: ‘Solid, Rational Reasons’ to Implant Microchips in Kids • Children’s Health Defense (childrenshealthdefense.org)

“What if I told you that U.S. aggression toward Russia and China is the single biggest threat humanity faces today.” (-Danny Haiphong)

How One Spook-Run London College Department Is Training the World’s Social Media Managers (mintpressnews.com)

Reports on Big Tech – The Grayzone

Reports on Russia – The Grayzone

Ukraine war veterans on how Kiev plundered US aid, wasted soldiers, endangered civilians, and lost the war – The Grayzone

They’re free to keep on killing us, as long as we keep thinking that they couldn’t be that evil (substack.com)

Google Tests ‘Prebunking’ Strategy to Protect Readers From ‘Misinformation’ • Children’s Health Defense (childrenshealthdefense.org)

Cut your hair in front of businessmen
Kill yourself and censor health

Destroy words and ignore their truth
Wanna die and have never worked

I feel like falling, feel like falling
I feel like falling, feel like falling
I feel like falling, feel like falling

I can’t feel no need to care
Narcotic of ambition poisoned my air

Wearing hate like they wear money
Sucking down vodka, spitting out Perrier, huh

I feel like falling, feel like falling
I feel like falling, feel like falling
I feel like falling, feel like falling
In hate

Oh, the road is beautiful
You live stoned in obedience
Your vanity kills people, paint your ego in blood
Oh, the road is beautiful

The wall is a reason for you to believe
Is there too many numbers for us to sleep?
The wall is a reason for you to believe
Because there are too many numbers, numbers, numbers

Oh, the road is beautiful
You live stoned in obedience
Your vanity kills people, paint your ego in blood
Oh, the road is B.E.U.T.I.F.U.L.B.E.U.T.I.F.U.L
Beautiful

(Manic Street Preachers)

GOOD NIGHT & GOOD LUCK, BROTHERS & SISTERS & FRIENDS OF THE REVOLUTION! STAY WILD! STAY FREE!

Gutter Gospel By General Labor: Caitlyn Johnstone, No Wars With Russia-China-Iran, Hands Off Cuba & Venezuela, Sputnik Nostalgia, Dramarama, David Lee, Big Star, Reject, Original Suffering Bastards.

“When I said that these politicians are a bunch of corrupt, lying, greedy, self serving criminals, I wasn’t separating them by Party” (-Black In The Empire)

“Military budget: $840 billion Semiconductors: $52 billion Police expansion: $37 billion Climate change: $2 billion” (-Adam Best)

“It was NATO and their allies that colonized and pillaged Africa. Not Russia If you are supportive of NATO you are supportive of white supremacy” (-Revolutionary Blackout Network)

“Gentlemen! Do not allow yourselves to be deluded by the abstract word freedom. Whose freedom? It is not the freedom of one individual in relation to another, but the freedom of capital to crush the worker.” (-Karl Marx)

“They’re not trying to protect us from misinformation, they’re trying to make it more difficult for us to find the information they don’t want us to know.” (-Black In The Empire)

“Russia on the verge of taking Donbas and then some. Russia economy ok but Europeans will freeze this winter. Billions of dollars going to Ukraine with no military victory. The people are told they can have nothing they want. Hence the war propaganda, I mean Vogue photo shoot.” (-Margaret Kimberly)

“We’ve watched members of the Squad vote to give more money to Israel, to police, to the military industrial complex to fund our proxy war, and to expand NATO. It’s not just that they refused to fight for us, it’s what they helped the Democrats do.” (-Black In The Empire)

“I can’t wait until Biden and Trump fight about who loves the cops more at the 2024 debates” (-La Befana)

Leslie Wexner’s Inner Demon (unlimitedhangout.com)

Opinion | Biden Should Remove Cuba from the Infamous State Sponsors of Terrorism List | Medea Benjamin (commondreams.org)

ALL US POOR PEOPLE

We already understand we got zero representation. No politicians fight for our rights, they do not care about our human rights or civil liberties, good health or quality of life, AT ALL. They’ve all surrendered to tech-surveillance/deep state, weapons manufacturers products, big pharma, and monolithic monopolies-Vanguard and Blackrock. They used to fool us into thinking some seemingly nice or well spoken Personality, like Obama, Bernie, and AOC were gonna come to our rescue, and protect us from those white haired old patriarchal, meanass money grubber, pro kkkop, racist and sexist Republikkkans, but then, we watched in horror as they broke every silvery tongued, pretty talkin’ promise and did even more rightwing shit than the Dick Cheneys and Mitch McConells so we undertsand now, with great clarity, that no bribe taking, blackmail compromised Murkkkan politicians give a flying fuck when we, the people get kicked out into the elements and wildfire smoke by greedhead developers or unscrupulous airbandb trendy hipster landlords, if we get laid off from our jobs because of Next Wave Death Plague clampdowns, or if we just up and mysteriously, “die suddenly”. They do not give a fuck. Media creates a manufactured meta unreality virtual world where middle class sheltered folks can cosplay as health and wellness fixating Kardashian-Jenners and are all free to worship and compliment Jay-Z and Beyonce, or Barack and Chelle Obama. That’s the modern idea of “freedom”. You are free to make believe you have representation and this is a democracy. Just don’t protest, OR ELSE. Ya know? Hillary will let you know when she says you can protest. You will need to bring your pink hat and suspend all critical thinking to the astro turf photo op event on the green.

“Hawks always say our geopolitical situation resembles that of 1938 so that any call for de-escalation, diplomacy or detente can be portrayed as “appeasement”. It’s never 1919, when the conditions which would give rise to World War Two were put in place, or any of the early 20th century years when the trajectory toward World War One could have easily been turned away from.

Our fetishization of World War Two has eclipsed from memory the fact that it was the single worst thing that ever happened on this planet. The trauma it inflicted upon our species still reverberates through our collective consciousness to this day, and avoiding it would have been objectively good.

Even if we fully espouse all the grandiose ego-stroking Anglo-American narratives about WWII, you don’t want to have a modern Churchill and FDR bravely standing against the forces of evil. What you want is for such a stand to be unnecessary, because the conflict was avoided.

But that’s not how you score political points in Washington and London. That’s not how you pull ratings as a news outlet. That’s not how you sell weapons as an arms manufacturer, and it’s not how you advance hegemonic agendas as an empire. That’s why peace doesn’t get a voice.

And, oh yeah, did I mention there are fucking nuclear weapons now? Even the dumbest of warmongers should want to postpone reenacting their favorite Hollywood WWII movies in the modern world, because it’s impossible to win a world war now. Stop buying this “it’s 1938” bullshit. It’s nothing like 1938, and a massive conflict can most definitely be avoided.

Like the Tao Te Ching says:

Prevent trouble before it arises.
Put things in order before they exist.
The giant pine tree
grows from a tiny sprout.
The journey of a thousand miles
starts from beneath your feet.

Or as we say in the west, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.

The only thing dumber than the risks our leaders are taking with our world is the reasons why they are taking those risks. It’s not for anything more noble or righteous than the desire to rule the world. Just stupid, garden variety power hunger.

If Ukraine has taught us anything it’s that the US and its allies should definitely stage as many aggressive provocations as possible in Taiwan.

Russia: Don’t cross our red lines in Ukraine or we’ll take action.

US politicians: They’re bluffing. Cross those red lines.

[Russia invades.]

China: Don’t cross our red lines in Taiwan or we’ll take action.

US politicians: They’re bluffing. Cross those red lines.

Can’t believe we’re adding a whole new country to risk nuclear war with just because Nancy Pelosi’s too fucking old to care if she gets shot down over Taiwan.

So it looks like Ukraine has begun using US-made weapons to strike Russian territory. At a time when dangerous escalations between nuclear superpowers is an almost daily occurrence, this one stands head and shoulders above most of the others and deserves special attention. There are many, many potential scenarios which could spark a nuclear exchange, but the US/Ukraine/NATO alliance continually pursuing a line of attack into Russia is by far the most surefire way to get there. Let’s hope that option remains off the table.

Western powers aren’t censoring Russian media to protect our minds from Russian propaganda, they are censoring Russian media because it interferes with western propaganda.

If we were being told the truth about this war there wouldn’t be such a wildly unprecedented push to censor, intimidate, troll and silence anyone who asks if we’re being lied to.

People who are ideologically prohibited from seeing capitalism as the obvious source of society’s ills are forced to make up other things to blame those ills on like elite pedovore cabals, Jews, immigrants, the LGBT community, and Satan.

Vastly outnumbering your rulers but choosing not to overthrow them because you think the status quo might someday make you wealthy is the same as having all the power in the world and trading it away for a lottery ticket.

Love so hard it terrifies you.

Keep writing poetry after your twenties.

Dismiss anyone who tells you to get thick skin.

Master the art of seeing beauty in each moment.

Find enough inner stability to let life destroy you.

Learn that it’s safe to let go: there’s nowhere to fall to.(-Cait Johnstone)

BACK TO THE FUTURE

Remember growing up, before the Monopoly-Media/Netflix/I-Phone era, how all the moms used to get all misty eyed over the sixties? Martin Luther King Jr., the Beatles, and the Kennedys, and how all the older people just loved all the music from their time? Woodstock, “Freedom Rock”? Ha. “TURN IT UP!” That’s how I’ve become about the eighties new wave music era. It’s what I turn to when I need respite from this bogus meta unreality show. I can get lost in the ‘tubes, watching old Go Go’s and Fun Boy Three and Modern English and Sigue Sigue Sputnik vids for daze. I liked the clothes and hair and makeup and getting ready to go to the show, or the club in the nights before grunge killed glamour and frat dorks flooded back in with their ugly cargo shorts and baseball hats. I was just not into that moaning beagle grunge bullshit with the tribal tattoos and dumb goatees and carwash clothing, at all. I never got past Charlie Sexton and Hanoi Rocks and Generation X and Sputnik-ya know?  We Atari babies even had a song, “Suicide Au Go Go” that went somethin’ like, “Gimee sci-fi sex in thigh high boots I’m smitten with the kitten in the latex suit, is that Betty Page in the go go cage guzzling Absolut?” I remember performing a buncha songs like that in our pink creepers and silver leather pants and makeup for some wonky grunge squares all lined up in the front row with their arms crossed cause we weren’t Alternative TM at all, we were still glammed to the hilt and channeling “Dancing With Myself” when the normies were all like wearing the Mr. Rogers sweaters and intentionally playing outta tune trying to be artsy Sonic Youths. Me and this older punk guitar player I knew with a big oversized black mohawk used to make cassette tapes using his like toy drum machine from the Sears catalog and one stray Bolan lick for hours at night when I was about seventeen and hiding from the truant officers. We thought we were gonna be as big as Suicide!



HAVEN’T GOT A CLUE

“”We cannot be sure of having something to live for, unless we are willing to die for it.” (-Che Guevara)

Jimmy Dore said it: Bernie Sanders killed his own movement. By shamefully endorsing Gropey Joe, who had no following, no real base, or support until the special bean counters with the deep state affiliated software worked their bad magic in Mayo Pete country on Super Tuesday and suddenly, ta-daaa, the guy who only came out of hiding with his wife from covid in the basement to insult workers in the heartland and assure Goldman Sachs and Les Wexner types that “Nothing Will Change”, the marketing strategists said he won, that a million elderly black people put their shoes on, drove to polls and stood in long lines in the pandemic, because they were supposedly, so moved and touched when Gropey Joe said the bit about how, “if you don’t vote for me, the guy who eulogized Stom Thurmond and wrote the Crime Bill and helped author the Patriot Act, who viciously attacked Anita Hill insuring Bilderberg fave sexist Clarence Thomas be seated to the frat boy Supreme Court, you ain’t black, Jack!” Then, came a flood of slow-mo videos of Kamala and Gropey walking real slow on the tarmac like men In Black Marvel comics characters…while wearing sunglasses. Ala Nafta Bill and Droner In Chief Obama. I laughed and wrote a parody song called “Joe Is Really Popular” I posted on Fascist Book. Bernie kept getting dispatched by the powers that be here and there to undermine support for populist movements, much like Reaganite-Obama to say things like, “Hugo Chavez was a communist dictator” or if we vote Republikkkan, we’ll be “on the road to fascism”. With the deep state spook takeover of our media monopolies, all significant news platforms, the sham debates and dubious hackable voting box hanging chad elections, and all social media, the alphabet gang gropers warehousing humans in for profit gulags, the alphabet gang gropers fondling people non consensually in our airports for Chertoff/Kerry profits and security theater and conditioning the population to conform or die, and the secret police monitoring and recording all our electronic communications, and arresting whistle blower journalists from embassies and indefinitely detaining them for years without trial with false outdated charges, all while rewarding traitor marketing brand politicians with plantation houses and libraries and big lucrative book deals and paying puppet propagandists millions a year to launch New Cold War us against them hysteria, I’d say we are already deep in the fascism, Bernie. Safespace shitlibs act like the two worst things that ever, ever, ever happened was Trump bragging to a legacy media Bush brat about how supposedly women will even let you blah blah blah if you’re rich and famous, which is something we’d kinda heard berfore from an awful lot of rappers and shitty poof metal dudes in the eighties, or that some psy op shaman in a Burning Man costume cried “freedom”, while somebody in an SCTV McKenzie Brothers “Great White North” outfit dragged a podium around, and an old redneck put his feet on Madame Jetset’s desk. Ho-hum, big deal, we saw way wilder protests of kkkops killing black folks at a steady rate of about three a day that “fund the kkkops” Gropey joe and Kopmala basically ignored after Pelosi and Schumer did their tacky take a knee photo op in the kenta cloth and gave the booj people Juneteenth, a holiday where working class black folks can not take the day off. KKKops still killin’ folks, black males are still mass incarcerated. They shrug and give us new Beyonce songs glorifying secret societies and weird temple on Epstein Island occult rituals. 

 Millionaires on Pig-Media and diabolical devil’s daughter, Lyn Cheney, all insist for hours a day, that USA torturing human beings at gitmo was no big deal, that the panopticon surveillance NSA revelations via Snowden are just how it is now, that the poisoning of Flint water and government coverup, whitewash, and ONGOING brazen failure to fix it were yesterdays news, the BP oil spill poisoning of the Gulf, the mercenary armies attacking water protectors was just the new normal, post Rumsfeld/Cheney, that soldiers collecting fingers as souvenirs in Afghanistan, Daddy Cheney’s toxic burn pits making all those veterans sick, the epidemic of veteran suicides, the debunked Colin Powell lies for war, the Democrat coordinated crackdown on last 3 significant protest movements and surveillance of civil rights activists, that USA, USA sending Rambo’s into Venezuela and trying to drone Maduro, still trying to overthrow Cuba on behalf of exiled sugar plantation grandchildren of mobsters and slave owners, brutally killing Gaddafi and laughing about it, slavery markets in Libya, Saudi slaughter of Yemen, Isarael killing and kidnapping innocents and reporters, all that’s just okeydokey and woke pro noun gender studies vegan translicious, according to see no evil shitlib suburbanites and P.C. wokewashed gentrification hipsters, but they are all still “traumatized”, supposedly, by bawdy Trump talk and Qshaman in the rotunda. Like they never been to a football game in Les Wexner’s hometown. Whitney Webb’s shown how all these events are connected to a shady blackmail operation being run by old man Maxwell’s worldwide spy and human trafficking operations, but the haves with the Amazon boxes on the porch, and Teslas in the driveway, already standing in front of Best Buy eagerly awaiting their fourth Monkeypox Boosters, all assure us everything is woke and scientific for feminism, and our biggest problem is like, Putin manspreading when he met Hillary. These bullshit narratives are crazy as fuck and anybody in their correct mind knows we are drowning in advertising lies, identity politricks empty marketing strategies, censorship and extremist propaganda from the top down. Stop worrying about black comics not being genderfluid enough. Start worrying about how the whole media is controlled by a shady elite and these multi billion dollar regime change wars and provocations for always more wars are gonna get us all killed. Organize your peers.

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WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?

Problem with these boomers is almost none of ’em remember what it was like, to not live in their upperclass cloistered V.I.P. compounds. They all got some story about how they earned all their shit with their special expertise and sweat of their brow hardwork, so they got no compassion for the vast majority of human beings who are being grinded into dust by their Big Machine. A close friend of mine works for an idle heiress who inherited her many millions and the employer spends all her time buying more properties and decorating them. Nobody lives in five of them, so they are like, just tricked out storage spaces for all the Stuff she and her parents acquired on their overseas travels. Statues and shit. The crazy part is how this heiress is incapable of maintaining any kinda relationship, cause in her ego-trip, there are no equals, she can only hire employees who have to endure her longwinded boastings about how creative she is and how she is the world’s Greatest ARTISTE when it comes to her better homes and gardens and forever remodeling and shit. She can’t even have like a pet companion, requires too much service. Closest she can come to caring for anything other than her self is her gardening, which she pays her employees to do, all that weeding from the roots and plant watering, while she talks and talks and talks and talks about how she deserves all her shit for being such a creative genius. Now the friend she is telling all this to is in fact, probably a lot closer to being an ACTUAL genius-a painter, a writer, a great humorist philosopher theologian caregiver and someone who is extremely talented in five or six different areas, but the Boss is so self involved, she has NO IDEA who she is bragging to. If you get to ever go to work for one of these maniacs, that might pay you above minimum wage for all the relentlessly demanding hard labors, you’ll never be allowed to clock out on time, they always gotta keep you an extra hour, as a captive audience hostage, but you are really mainly getting paid to be a captive audience, a shrink/listener, while she rants on and on about how her siblings don’t deserve any share of the millions, only she does, see, deserve in the favorite word of the rich people, she deserves all this and much, much more because she’s the genius and virtuous Special One. Dad loved her best. The shit she picks out to purchase is the best stuff that only she has the extra special good taste to select. It takes a special genius to buy all that shit. They really believe that shopping outta catalogs or online is some kinda “ART”. They all really seem to believe this shit on some level, but then again, why do they need to say it all out loud to the Help each and every day? Over and over again like a mantra. Had a girlfriend like that once. A big DESERVE-r. She determined I was less deserving. I used to know some rich people’s moms who were rich divorcees who stayed cosmopolitan sophisticated posh people daytime drunk like those broads on that daffy “AB FAB” tv show from the UK and they always drunk dialed shitfaced and took hostages and meddled in their children’s lives, but summa these rich people are so control freak crazy, they can not even have relationships with their own kids.

While I was out walking in the baking hot 106 degree sun yesterday trying to walk off all the calories I consume since I quit smoking, you know from stress/anxiety related emotional overeating, I noticed how even the CHURCHES have all closed down under Covid and Biden’s great reset war on Russia, with media hammering us with fiction headlines about how Wal Mart mercilessly gouging all us slaves by raising their prices by thirty percent, and the monopolies buying up all the rental property, and Bill Gates buying up all the farmland and taking control of the supply chain infrastructure and regulatory agencies, is somehow supposedly, something to do with Putin pushing Nato expansionists off his front porch, everywhere you look, shit is drying up and dying in the escalating heat. People are all on edge, nobody really wants to share any of their shit with anybody else, they are all angry desert loners, cause even a $4 pint of rotgut vodka has gone up to $5.85 at the gas station, since Biden started giving the Ukraine another eight billion dollars for more guns every few days to slow bleed Russian resources while corporate media and Pelosi start manufacturing bullshit reasons to also, go to great reset war on Iran and/or China. There are almost no women where I live, so all the crazy old men all seem extra Weinstein, if ya know what I’m sayin’, extra depraved, horny, hardup, inappropriate and aggressive, whenever a female is present. Nobody seems to have spouses around here, they all just have two big pitbulls and big white oversized trucks, tall rusty fences, and it’s a total redneck Moose Lodge gun culture. People are pissedoff and paranoid, cause air conditioning costs alot of money, all these big trucks require gas, which is really expensive since “Nothing Will Change” Gropey Joe took office, and pro-war, fake progressives like AOC stopped fighting for universal housing, higher wages, or healthcare for all, pivoting instead to stock old culture war issues-guns and abortion, and the donor class desire to outlaw public protest. Hence, the shitlib’s singleminded, media driven focus on Maga protest from years ago. The deep state does not want the peasants assembling anymore, bad for business, makes elites feel ikky. Rich people do not like poor people gathering in public. In the Pacific Northwest, they already got all these laws against demonstrating, being outside, being downtown, unlawful camping, loitering, they wanna see your papers.

I used to live in the Karen Capital of the world, Honkytopia, Where Every Pedestrian Is A Suspect: Eugene, Oregon. We got the loss prevention aggressive hospitality and stop n frisk class kkkops following us around for failing to present as sufficiently middle class in their downtown gentrified, exclusion zone, everyday. It was not fun, Karens Kalling Kops everytime my son had any kind of mildly disruptive Autism behavior, or got loud cause it’s always sad to leave the park or pool or library, right? And since all those booj Judge Judy know it all rich people just go to college professionally their whole lives, they ALL think of themselves as child development experts, we’d get these appallingly adversarial Rainbow Family/Country Fair/Gender Studies hippie stoners approaching our family in public while THEY WERE CLEARLY HIGH, demanding I show them some proof that my loud son belonged to me, because he yelled or whined, which is what kids do. None of these experts have kids of their own apparently, or they would know that. These are just uncredentialed, entitled, awful shitlibs, acting like gentrification kkkops. It was madness, almost everyday. I’ll never forget the woman who lived next door to the boozy live music venue who used to Kall the kops on people for smoking cigarettes outside the venue. If you kall the kops, particularly as your go-to conflict resolution strategy, or just because you don’t think some male can be a competent parent if they aren’t a member of your posh upper-class, you suck, you are a ballsout class warrior, and are no ally of the poor. You might as well be Mitch McConell or Lindsey Graham, or even (GASP!) ORANGE MAN BAD, himself…No matter how many candlemaker, jingle jangly ankle bracelets,  tie-dye, patchouli, incense, reggae flags or pink triangles you layer on top of your privileged existence. I moved to an extremely poor place, after all that constant harassment in the booj-pig safe space collegetown, and I never get that treatment anymore, except at the town’s tourist trap gift shop where I buy cards for family on holidays, the owner oldsters never seem to remember me, always feel like they need to follow me ’round the shop while I look for the right card. I might have bought an additional object, a gift there today, had I found something affordable, before the old folks started getting in my space, giving me that “time’s up” energy. If you put the heat on people for shopping, they aint gonna give you as much money. Sometimes, they won’t come back. Not everybody is trying to rob you posh people. I can’t stand obnoxious “me, first”, entitled, know it all rich people. I just can’t stand ’em. I’m not impressed by any of their preferences, either: dietary, sexual, decorating, collecting, any of it. I avoid ’em as much as I can.

My friend Evad asked me if I heard the new Dramarama yet and the answer is no. I got nothin’. No record stores in a three hour radius from here. Extremely limited income streams and demanding kids wanting to purchase more stuff, that just ends up on the floor, everyday. We call it, “shit on floor”. I watched that “Reuniting The Bands” show on youtube with my computer screen headphones to block out some of the overwhelming sensory, loud teen media blare, and it almost made me cry a little. I guess it made me think of my old bandmates. I’m so glad Easdale got that group back together-they are this country’s last great uncorrupted institution, if you ask me, man can they play, and the songwriter is one of the alltime greatest, in my estimation. Cohen, Kristofferson, Chrissie Hynde, Paul K., John Easdale. When I went and looked for new songs by ’em on youtube, I discovered this one, “The Only Thing” and it reminded me, that all my messages to The People would probably be more potent and effective with a couple chords accompanying them. I wanna resume making music but where I live there are no punks, just me, and maybe like five or six money haver Faux hipster-bubble “alternative” musicians who are only into their own trip. If I ever do find some desert rat rocknroll collaborators, you’ll be hearing from me. Until then, enjoy some Easdale and his merry band of outstandingly talented and world class players, who never get enough credit for all their heartfelt pop and soul works of timeless value. Easdale’s the songwriter but man was he lucky to have found such stellar players, the guitarists are freakin AMAAAZING! Dramarama have so many fabulous glam and sixties psychedelic and seventies bubblegum pop and even punk influences, but there is something wonderfully heartlandish about John’s tunes. Little bit like Petty, Dylan, Seger, Mellencamp, Westerberg. All-Americana. He’s just flatout sensational. We used to argue about politics a bit but I get it, he lives with 5 women and Trump is an offensive oaf. I love the man Easdale and I know his heart is good, I’m just way more anti war radical leftist. Dramarama lived out a rare fairytale. Five lads from Wayne, New Jersey’s Looney Tunes record store basement ,who shook the world. They’re still at it, too! They’ve maybe even gotten better. I really like that drummer Tony Snow. They may have been one  of the last bands to make it big in show business without having to sell their souls to the evil corporations. I remember watching “Work For Food” at my friend Jenna’s house in Ft. Wayne Indiana when we were raccoon eyed bighaired kids watching MTV on a Sunday night and really being moved by their hooks, sensitivity, coolness, and observational lyrics. They have many, many good songs besides the big hits everybody’s moms are all hip to by now.”Box Office Bomb”, “Cinema Verite”, “Vinyl”, “Hi Fi Sci Fi”, “Bright Side”, they just have so many all the way through fabulous records and let us not forget their fantastic side project, Bentback Tulips. I’m always jealous of all those chubby tourist type people who can afford to take those fancy vacations to retro weekend new wave islands and shit to see bands like Dramarama and Duran Duran and Berlin playing on cruises, but I’ll admit I had to laugh a little when I watched a big audience of nostalgic cruise line folks bopping around to Modern English all garbed in these identical, corny, white and turquoise t shirts with the concert brand on them, that kinda was so antithetical to the whole spirit of the eighties express yourself weirdo individuality we all eminated.

REMEMBERING THE SHUG! ANTIQUATED GLORY! CLASSIC FANZINE KICKS GALORE!~

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COMING TO JESUS MOMENTS

It’s gotta be a bitch, even if just in the quiet hours, once you consciously decide to visit the proverbial crossroads and align your fortunes with people who seem to really, really like doing douchey things. Harder to ever admit wrong or walk away, or change directions on the road if you believe your special privileges all come directly from being in cahoots with the straight up evil nine to five, porky, dayjob bad guys, I dunno man, I got to a point where I had to distance myself from unrepentant, remorseless predators and even their suckup hangers on personal assistant entrouges. Every once in awhile, at least a couple times o’ year in a sentimental mood, like when David Lee Roth releases some unheard tracks about fun and friendship, growing up, having a ball all the time for years, loyalty or lack thereof, he’s writing those tunes about choices, about standing for something having character, courage and integrity, and almost involuntarily, I’ll find myself still sending the songs to my old sentimental favorite long lost cronies even though they made their bargain with the devil, some part of me’s always popping through a hole in the wall, maybe a little like Aerosmith in the RUN DMC video, peering in, hoping they might wanna change their mind. It’s just my teenage dreamer self always rushing out to meet the rejection. Well, even if those other guys can’t hear the message of these David Lee Roth songs, like “Low Rez Sunset” and “Damn Good”, you know I sure as fuck still can. All the way to my core. I think David writes songs at a Dylan level now. Don’t believe me, do ya? Listen to “Things Have Changed’ and “Not Dark Yet”, then go ahead and throw in some Leonard Chen “Closing Time” and “Boogie Street”, maybe even, “You Want It Darker”, THEN play some “Giddy Up” and “Pointing At The Moon” and “Nothing Could Have Stopped Us”. Me, I just ASPIRE to writing songs like all those cats, after all these years of trying and failing, squatting here in the wet, stinky basement of the “Tower Of Song”, I am pretty confident I have attained the acrobatic showmanship of Leonard Cohen along with a little bit of David Lee’s highbrow philosophical haiku religious prose. Some of those long gone cats these ancient pirate lords ole songs remind me of just continue to haunt me cause a couple of ’em really had something once, coulda been part of something greater than perpetual middle school high fiving of former sports assholes at the old man fratboy bar. I regret summa their poorer choices more than my own poor choices, which were notoriously, ridiculously bad, sometimes. “Wrong kind of non conformist”-that’s me. I’m just passing through this life, but man, the old times was good times, weren’t they!?! Aw well, see ya in the songs.

DON’T BE A STUPIDLY COMPLIANT PROPAGANDIZED SUCKER FOR WARS BASED ON LIES AND NEEDLESS WALL STREET GREEDHEAD RESOURCE PLUNDERING GLOBALIST AGGRESSIONS!

“House Speaker Nancy Pelosi has continued to pour gasoline on the foreign policy dumpster fire that is her planned visit to Taiwan next month, now reportedly encouraging other members of congress to come along for the ride.

“Speaker Nancy Pelosi, D-Calif., has invited a small group of lawmakers on her official trip to Taiwan, including the top Democrat and Republican on the House Foreign Affairs Committee,” NBC News reports.

This trip, which Beijing perceives as an egregious transgression of Washington’s longstanding one-China policy, is already so incendiary that the Pentagon is now planning to send in fighter jets and other war machinery to protect Pelosi’s plane in case of attacks by the Chinese military.

While already waging a war on Russia, the US empire is also really trying to start a war with China:

The US military is considering sending *fighter jets* to accompany a top US official as she meets with secessionists in China’s province of Taiwan, who are armed with US weapons. https://t.co/WV1azGMEdR

— Benjamin Norton (@BenjaminNorton) July 27, 2022

AP reports:

While U.S. officials say they have little fear that Beijing would attack the U.S. House speaker’s plane, they are aware that a mishap, misstep or misunderstanding could endanger her safety. So the Pentagon is developing plans for any contingency.

 

Officials told The Associated Press that if Pelosi goes to Taiwan — still an uncertainty — the military would increase its movement of forces and assets in the Indo-Pacific region. They declined to provide details, but said that fighter jets, ships, surveillance assets and other military systems would likely be used to provide overlapping rings of protection for her flight to Taiwan and any time on the ground there.

This risk alone would be reason enough to cancel the trip, but adding to the concern is the fact that the Chinese government has begun warning against it using the same “red line” language that Russia was using in the lead-up to its invasion of Ukraine.

“We have repeatedly made clear our our firm opposition to Speaker Pelosi’s potential visit to Taiwan. If the US side insists on making the visit and challenges China’s red line, it will be met with resolute countermeasures,” China’s Foreign Ministry spokesperson Zhao Lijiang said Wednesday. “The U.S. must assume full responsibility for any serious consequence arising thereof.”

“We have repeatedly made clear our firm opposition to speaker Pelosi’s…visit to Taiwan. If the US insists on…challenging china’s red line, it will be met with resolute countermeasures. The US must ensure full responsibility for any serious consequence arising thereof.” pic.twitter.com/1gV59GwRtF

— Fiorella Isabel (@FiorellaIsabelM) July 27, 2022

China has been using this same language since news first broke about Pelosi’s planned trip, with Chinese state media Global Times saying last week that “visiting Taiwan is definitely a red line that Pelosi must never cross.”

During the lead-up to the invasion of Ukraine, Russia was issuing similar warnings using the same phrase. Putin warned over and over again that the west was taking Moscow’s “red lines” on Ukrainian neutrality too lightly, and Washington brazenly dismissed those warnings while continuing to float the possibility of future NATO membership for Ukraine.

“I don’t accept anybody’s red lines,” President Biden told the press in December of last year when asked about the warnings.

Weeks later Putin made good on his threat, launching a horrific war that has killed thousands and which could easily have been prevented with a few low-cost concessions.

Was it worth it?

Of course not.

Joe Biden Tells Vladimir Putin Where to Shove His ‘Red Lines’ https://t.co/upLip4Sz9r

— Hal Sparks (@HalSparks) December 8, 2021

Failing to learn from history is one thing; failing to learn even from the last five months is quite another. Pelosi and whoever’s orchestrating her trip should abort those plans immediately, because the dangers that are being toyed with here are not worth the moral victory of being able to say that China didn’t make you swerve in the stupidest game of “chicken” that has ever been played.

And that’s exactly what’s happening here. China’s “red line” warnings make it clear that Pelosi landing in Taiwan will at best kick up brinkmanship between the two nations another notch, while Republicans are aggressively pushing the narrative that if the trip doesn’t happen it will mean that “Communist China is winning.” The political pressure is on the side of escalation, with even progressive Democrats supporting Pelosi’s move and calls for de-escalation and detente becoming increasingly relegated to the sidelines.

We shouldn’t have to deal with this. We shouldn’t be watching a whole new country added to the potential flashpoints for nuclear armageddon just because some octogenarian in congress is too old to care if her plane gets shot down. We shouldn’t be risking another deadly conflict which stands to benefit no ordinary person over what amounts to nothing more than petty egoic chest-pounding.

If Pelosi does not go to Taiwan, Communist China is winning.

— Sen. Marsha Blackburn (@MarshaBlackburn) July 26, 2022

We shouldn’t have to hope that the world’s most powerful people don’t take some idiotic risks for no good reason which could hurt us all or even end up getting us all killed. We should not have systems in place which can allow the worst things imaginable to happen if the tyrants who rule over us don’t happen to make the wisest decision on any given day.

Our futures shouldn’t depend upon the better angels of the worst monsters. Those with power have far too much of it, and the ordinary people of this world have not nearly enough.” (-Caitlin Johnstone)

“The pandemic era was the biggest money transfer scheme to the rich in history. And we are paying for it again with the cost of living crisis. It’s like a giant Ponzi scheme. And still millions of people appear to be either in denial or meekly accepting this gigantic swindle.” (-James Melville)

National Security Search Engine: Google’s Ranks are Filled with CIA Agents (mintpressnews.com)

“Still waiting for MSM to cover the clear evidence (which I put out 2 years ago) that Bill Gates’s relationship with Jeffrey Epstein began before 2001, at least ten years earlier than Gates has claimed.” (-Whitney Webb)

An Interview With John Pilger: “Assange Is the Courageous Embodiment of a Struggle Against the Most Oppressive Forces in Our World” (mintpressnews.com)

Lee Camp [Redacted] on Twitter: “In a totally bizarre interview Bill Gates was asked about Epstein & said, “Well, he’s dead. So you have to be careful.” Be careful to what? Ask you questions about him? https://t.co/8iAageVVdi” / Twitter

Leaked Docs: Facebook ‘Bot’ Adviser Secretly in Pay of US Regime Change Agency (mintpressnews.com)

BIG STAR AND THE ORIGINAL SUFFERING BASTARDS

Man, I got to see that Big Star documentary and was so sad for Chris Bell, really. I grew up in Kentucky and Ohio and was bible school programmed with a lot of the same shame and fear and guilt, and fire and brimstone, uptight control theology, as he was. Hell, nowadays, it feels like corporate media has kinda even injected that same old intolerant judgment and fear mongering garbage into the wokewashed faux left. I always understood Alex Chilton. When everybody wanted him to just keep rewriting Beatles songs forever, he decided he wanted to get weird, instead. I kind of love that about him. My longtime friend and pen pal, Bobby Durango and Ringo Jukes from Rock City Angels, worked with Jim Dickinson and I wish I would have gotten a chance to. That was one guy who woulda understood what me and my old jungle-instinctive soulman rock savage guitar player Nasty Bastard were up to in those stinky basements and cold as fuck abandoned pool hall squats. At first we even had a Bobby Keyes style sax player roommate honkin’ on all our no budget garage raunch and some cool chicks shakin maracas and goin’ do da do da do ad do to all our Dogs D’Amour and Hollywood Brats derivative songs. It was hard to keep a steady lineup in those years because everybody was getting older and being squeezed to get careers and make money and our brand of Dollsy punk was just so NOT in style at all. We had a very charming Irish bassplayer for awhile but he could never be relied upon to show up for band practice because he was simply just too good looking and every girl in town stood in line to date him. We had just started writing good songs in a basement bunker of a rent controlled apartment where about eight adults lived and loudly sang and all night drank. When one of the guitarists was off chasing some foxy chick, me and the other one would sit there and write a catchy pop song that people still play covers of in more than one faraway city. For awhile In Allston, Ma, we had these brothers from Walden Pond who were like our very own backup musician studio whizkid Flo & Eddie-they’d lend their note perfect Crowded House/Everly Brothers harmony singing to our budget rock junk shop glam offerings and that would instantly elevate the whole show. We’d been fortunate to find them at my Tower Records job, having lost two lead guitarists in one year-our first, sadly, tragically fucked off to go to college and become a bigtime NYC doctor, God Bless ‘im, and the second one who Nasty had found at his telemarketing job, had fallen in lust with my ex girlfriend and gotten sloppy around her, so we had to give him the boot. Both losses were painful for me, cause the first guy, was my original guy, the metal head kid who Jaysin B., my poofy haired new wave keyboardist I met at bad kids school, when we were like 12, had introduced me to-we were both in a diversion program for wayward punk delinquents-me, for using too much styling product and defacing my history textbook-him, for stealing cars and goin’ to Los Vegas. Our metal head pal in the shorts and Iron Maiden t shirt had somehow managed to avoid getting put on juvie probation in spite of setting Faurot Park on fire with lawnmower gasoline, I love that kid and really, really wish we could all get it back together and like the Beachboys sang, “Do It Again”, but I fear we’ve lost him permanently. “I didn’t see the time and I waited half my life away”, in the immortal words of Leonard Cohen. I don’t think he’s gonna show. He was perfect for us, could conjure magic out of any old Casio. His name was Dave, he looked like an androgynous cross between Mick Jagger and Joe Perry. Could drink for days. Girls loved him. As kids, we’d both been sortof adopted by this straight up dangerous hillbilly biker gang of notoriously volatile Viet Nam vets, so we might have been a little rowdy as kids, we would trash our instruments like the Who at out little Boy’s Club punk shows, ‘were known to sortof outrage and offend the status quo. He had a whole cult following of girls from his senior year in Missouri, who would follow him all the way to our bandhouse in Ohio and our front yard was always full of cars with outta state plates-they were mostly all our lead guitarist’s many groupies. The other guy, his replacement, was a witchy warlock goth dude named Tony, Arthur Lee’s godson, played 12 string guitar, had a feel like James Calvin Wilsey, helped us co write some of our best songs and always made me laugh like when I play back this old cassette and he says, “we’re too high to record”. Our stuff from back then might remind you of that band, The Front, from the late eighties, or even Mother Love Bone, had we properly recorded those songs, but on my shitty cassette tapes, it’s all noisey and I’m still doing that abrasive Taime Downe caterwaul, cause I had not yet affirmed my own voice to sing from, ya know what I mean? The songs were good but I sound like a cackling witch. That guy Tony, who really was a witch, used to play the Middle East all the time with a drummer named Hector and they were totally like T. Rex. Black Snake Moon, brooding, exotic goths, with like India influenced rhythm instruments. I really actually miss him, too, don’t know if he’s dead or alive. We spent a weekend with Arthur Lee at his old place, used to do speedballs and trip on acid, drink, and write, and he was really talented, but I made the mistake of letting him move in to  a weird little room half way up the stairs and he put the moves on my ex old lady. He knew I really loved her back then, so that was not cool at all. I genuinely liked that cat, too. A shame. I can even forgive motherfuckers but they gotta be sorry, and none of ’em are. Man, I still play our old cassette demo tapes from that era. We were shaping up to become like our Australian torch n twang and blues punk idols, the Scientists and Beasts Of Bourbon, we just needed to get it on tape, preferably with some heavy Cramps echo, ya know? That was what I saw in the Big Star doc-that access to recordings studios offers a real potential for ageless, timeless magic to take place. I often blame my good buddy and longtime cohort, incorrigible and unruly all-night hellraiser and crowd pleaser, Nasty F.B.  for alienating collaborators with his reckless motorcycle crashing hypermasculinity and bar brawling fuck you authenticity, but really, most of our creative obstacles were just class based. When he came through the one time with some kinda meager ($200?) recording budget from a reefer sale once, we went into this country music dude’s studio. He was a crackhead, which was why he only charged us $25 an hour. We recorded our little hearts out, Big Star style. Just purged our pure emotion onto the tape, kept the first or second take. This is how it is supposed to be done. All emotion, not photo shop, auto tune, redub, asskiss, fake as fuck, sterilized, emotion free bullshit. You ever hear The Replacements? Yes, we’ve established I do not sound just like Robin Zander. Yes, you already said that. Fuckface. Neither does your rich friend, you asskissing, money worshipping, say nothing sycophant. Those original songs we laid down were oldies but goodies, people covered ’em. Fanzines loved ’em. One of your favorite band’s lead singer said he wanted to cover one of our songs, actually. True story. 

The crazy crackhead sound engineer even laid down some honky tonk piano on one of our pop tracks, really giving it a Jim Dickinson/Jimmy Miller kindof appeal. You could hear my lyrics, the snare was poppin’, the guitar was like all shiny Harley Davidson chrome and black leather. Everytime we get to do it, it always rocks like a motherfucker, we just never really get to do it. In our twenties, when people from all backgrounds are partying, having their last brief moment of freedom, wildness, slumming, cultural tourism, whatever, still willing to consort with us lowly peasants from the bad side of the tracks, we’d attracted a lot of way richer people into our all night rocker hedonism hell, yeahs, underground subculture. We coulda, woulda, shoulda done so much more, but I was always getting sucked into dysfunctional Sid N Nancy codependency’s and my main man was always being dragged off to jail every time I’d summon the poor sucker for another punishing go of it, one of our amigos would always die, or he’d get arrested, or the van would break down and his girlfriend would use that as an excuse to cheat on him, or whatever, some stupid tribulation would always ensue. I quit saying anything about putting the band back together cause it really felt like some evil gypsy put a curse on us, every time I started a band, somebody died or went to jail. That’s why I used to roll my eyes at all those Junk Records bands, cause man, oh man. They sang about fast times, but motherfuck, we lived ’em. We confused people back then cause we had our catchy summertime pop side, we loved stuff like Flesh For Lulu and The Pretenders, the alarm and even The Beachboys, We were perceived as a metal band cause we sorta dressed glam, but we were always more STOOGES derivative than anything like, you know-Poison. The Middle East told us, “try the Channel’ cause we wore makeup and red vinyl trousers. We were certainly not anything like the fucking Lemonheads. We were there to tear the place up, knock the tables over, make the old drunks cry, go home with the waitress, not everybody got it. We were a wild band outta time. In more ways than one.

The Original Suffering Bastards were legends in our own grime. Last time we went to record, for a compilation album tribute to one of our idol’s bands, Nasty the Bastard, the Steve Jones like riffmeister extraordinaire, our very own Malcolm Young figure,  got waylaid on the side of the highway, his came to the rescue associate put me on a bus a couple blocks from the famous Alice’s Restaurant, and I found our former backup bandmates playing a crummy show in a second floor bar in Harvard Square just like that. From the bus station to the subway to the payphone and somebody’s wife told me they were playing across the street from the payphone, so I went and sat at the bar right behind the lead guitarist and started drinking from his glass. Elbowed him all casually and he was shocked to see me after several years of being stuck in the hellish streets of the nineties grunge makeover, fratboy Midwest. Me and him immediately commenced making demos in his fancy recording studio and some of it sounded like the Beasts Of Bourbon. Ringo Kidd compared one of our tracks to Nikki Sudden. We wrote a tune that sounded like The Pretenders but my vocal was not good at all on that one, was still doing a cheeseball Ian Astbury impression outta simple lack of self worth, poor self esteem cowardice, unfortunately, if you wanna know the truth of it, so I seldom play it for anybody. We were waiting for homeboy to get his Sin-Mobile van repaired to join us in our recording endeavors, but he kinda took too long and after a couple weeks, I’d worn  out my welcome with our former collaborators. They were posh private school people and while we had bonded in our early twenties over our mutual love of pop songs and heavy drinking, they were sorta getting ready to get married and do the whole real estate and home improvement and culinary institute hokeypokey. They were good guys, fun when they were drinking, but also under incomprehensible pressure from their parents and wives to start bringing in A LOT MORE MONEY. When they said they were going to be gone for a few days, on their parent’s yacht, I took that as a message. It was kindof a bummer cause we had laid down about six songs working towards a releasable album. I still stand by two of the tunes from those sessions. 25 years later. I was stuck there in the drummer’s big empty house with a flash recording studio in the basement just sitting idle and alone and going through their ratty college dorm couches for quarters to buy malt liquor and calling my old hombres from Boston to come hangout. One was busy going to recovery meetings and getting ready to wed some chick from M.I.T. he never really wanted me to meet, cause everybody saw me and Nasty in our blue leather jackets and mirrored sunglasses as savage undesirables back then. One was busy working at a health food store, he’d been one of my best friends and contributed absolute genius writing to all my early fanzines, was roommates with Dave n Nasty on Park Drive. Only local I could really find, who was still in a punk rock mode of consciousness, was Jimmy Reject an author and wild boy and drummer of Dimestore Haloes. He never made it to the studio, but we stayed up all night drinking “together” and talking on the phone. I ended up loving that kid. (RIP) Jimmy Reject. Before he joined the Haloes, he wrote me a crazy letter on grocery bag paper with pink crayon once. Like I said, wild boy. Look for his book, “The Enemy Within”. It’s a classic. Those brothers we used to play with both became successful entrepreneurs and joined their retired college professor Dad’s alternative band, which is really pretty sweet and romantic, if you think about it. I got along good with that guytheir dad, -he was a big Pogues fan and had not always been rich, we’d drink and tell each other stories. Nasty had some hard times, I got broken up with by my baby mama. Killed me, went on the spiral for awhile. The track that came out on that compilation tribute sounds kinda forced and there was not enough cowbell. You can’t make this shit up. I still dream of reconvening with my Bastards brothers and making more music before we die. We’re pretty good songwriters and performers, really. I love all those former bandmates of mine. Well…most all of ’em. God bless us, everyone.

Biden Administration Expected to Soon Declare Monkeypox a Health Emergency

Politico reported:

The Biden administration is expected to declare monkeypox a public health emergency in the coming days, according to two people with knowledge of the matter.

The declaration, which is made by the Department of Health and Human Services, would follow a similar decision made last weekend by the World Health Organization. By designating the outbreak an emergency, HHS could then take a slew of actions, including accessing new money and appointing new personnel, according to the law that dictates how and when the federal government can declare such an emergency.

The people with knowledge of the matter said the declaration is expected as soon as the end of the week. But the decision is not yet final, and a spokesperson for HHS said the agency “is continuing to explore options.”

HHS Secretary Xavier Becerra is scheduled to hold a press conference on monkeypox Thursday morning.

Pfizer Quarterly Sales Surge to Record High, Driven by COVID Vaccine and Antiviral Treatment Paxlovid

CNBC reported:

Pfizer’s second-quarter revenue and profit beat Wall Street expectations, driven by sales of its COVID-19 vaccine and its antiviral treatment Paxlovid.

Pfizer booked $27.7 billion in revenue, a 47% increase over the same period last year and its largest quarterly sales on record. The pharmaceutical company reported $9.9 billion in net income, a 78% increase over the second quarter of 2021.

Pfizer’s COVID vaccine brought in $8.8 billion in revenue for the second quarter, while sales of Paxlovid totaled $8.1 billion. The company maintained its 2022 sales guidance for the vaccine of $32 billion and is still expecting $22 billion for Paxlovid.

The company also reiterated its overall 2022 revenue and earnings guidance. Pfizer is expecting $98 billion to $102 billion in sales this year and earnings per share of $6.30 to $6.45.

HAPPY TRAILS TO YOU UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN….