Showing posts with label My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult. Show all posts

Monday, August 19, 2013

Witches Are Out In Force (Spreading Shit Everywhere)


Two quickie mentions:

1) Last night, I got turned on to WITCH HOUSE - that's underground music for occultists. It sucks as much as they do. No, really - seriously lame music.

So - my tip - if you must start doing drugs, casting spells, sleeping with stupid women STILL auditioning for Russ Meyer's casting couch, and murdering sleeping infants and men while worshiping The AC/DC God (Satan) stick with My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult. They totally rock(ed) that shit.

"I'm interested to see that I've been part of a movement these last 4 years."

Hey - That's a funny! I'm telling funnies at 6AM! That beats yesterday, don't it? It's almost like me in the old days! (I coulda just said "She's full of shit.") I mean it's 6 in the fucking morning! My first cup o' coffee! Ladies, come on! Have a little sympathy. Did I mention I cut myself yesterday? I cut myself yesterday.

It was bweeding,...
 

Friday, December 26, 2008

Feminists Must Care (For Feminism To Matter)

"So, sexual harassment? Uh, yes. Chefs in their thirties had sex with hostesses in their teens. Managers had sex with servers. One young, drunk waitress performed oral sex on the executive chef in the liquor closet during a shift. This extremely high-stress environment was virtually non-stop rife with sexual innuendo, grabbing, and harassment. Every table had to be served bread we cut in the kitchen, and it was a regular occurrence that the cooks would holler at us to 'Shake it!' as we sliced the bread. We were regularly objectified, fondled, and solicited.

And the fact of the matter is that we women sexually harassed right back. We flirted with managers to get better shifts, we unbuttoned buttons on our uniforms to get bigger tips, we regularly used sexual innuendos, physical contact, and body language to squeeze as many dollars as possible out of the men with whom we worked and upon whom we waited. Why? For the money. Because we were desperate. Because we were broke. Because we could.

I was raised by two English professors in the most liberal place in America: Berkeley, California. I'm all too familiar with feminist rhetoric, with academics in ivory towers who point down at the masses to declare what the populace should and should not do, with those who seem to perceive the world as a place in which what 'should' happen is what does happen. That's not reality."
-- Susannah Breslin, putting the boot to ultra-liberal feminist ideology (so TMR doesn't have to - and, boy, I could tell you about a sexual-harassment-as-weapon story, that's occurring right now, the likes of which will never appear) on Slate.com.


Tuesday, December 16, 2008

I Get It: Latin America's "The Great Satan"

"This case of brutal crime is macabre even by the often bizarre standards of Venezuela's particularly vicious brand of violence.

An Evangelist preacher, his wife and their four-year-old daughter were all found dead inside their home at San José de Guanipa in El Tigrito, an oil town in Anzoátegui state, east-central Venezuela, last Friday.

Reports reaching Caracas say they'd all been decapitated.

Jean Carlos Salazar, 30, his wife, Ingrid Higuera, 33, and their little girl Karla, had lived in the house for over a year. He was the pastor at the nearby World Center of Peace and had come to be well-known in the district.

Investigators are working on a theory that the multiple slaying was carried out by people from some sort of satanic cult. They say the inside walls of the house had been painted with slogans suggesting such a connection."


-- Jeremy Morgan, proving it's highly unlikely "God is everywhere", for the Latin American Herald Tribune.