Experiencing A Musical Past Life Regression**

Alan Moore and Gorillaz (both known comic artists) had to stop on an Op before the scrilla got started:

"'It didn't work out, shall we say,' Moore told an audience at the University of Northampton (via io9). 'I met up with [Albarn and Hewitt], they were anxious that I should do something with them.' It seems Gorillaz first approached Moore in the hope the Watchmen creator would help with a 'superhero opera'. 'I said, "Well, I'm definitely not your man,"' Moore recalled. 'I don't want anything to do with those wretched creatures once again.'

But my friends in Fishbone (who also didn't make it) got a doc and some props for how we tried to take it:

"We were the most uncompromising people ever."

"Everyday Sunshine" (it's music to my ears) we were slaves to the waves that we made and hear:

"It was strangely beautiful and exciting to hear these noises for the first time from such a large and powerful source."

And I know Jack Dangers (where you don't know Jack) which is news you should use if you think you know Crack:

"The Meat Beat Manifesto album will have been finished for more than a year when it comes out in September. The lag is partly because Dangers is still in discussions with labels interested in releasing the physical product in different territories.

The JDs — who've shared the stage for live stints in mutual friend Mark Pistel's band, Pistel — started working on music for fun about seven years ago."

**I used to be in the music business with some of these guys. In time, I'll go back to it. But by then, if you haven't already donated to my blog, don't be expecting no backstage passes.

I'm Down For A Fight (Not Down-And-Out)

One of the main themes of this blog - expressed here, here, here, here, and here - got an eloquent little hearing, from Benjamin A. Plotinsky, over at City Journal recently. In fact, it was so close to what I've been saying, I wondered if they hadn't been reading me. Whether they have or not, I'm still glad to see it out there, because it gives credence to the message I've been delivering almost from Day One:

"Cast your mind back to January 2009, when Barack Obama became the president of the United States amid much rejoicing. The hosannas—covering the inauguration was 'the honor of our lifetimes,' said MSNBC anchor Chris Matthews—by then seemed unsurprising. Over the course of a long campaign, hyperbolic rhetoric had become commonplace, so much so that online wags had started calling Obama 'the One'—a reference to the spate of recent science-fiction movies, especially The Matrix, that used that term to designate a messiah.

It all seems so long ago now, as one contemplates President Obama’s plummeting approval ratings and a suddenly resurgent Republican Party. Yet it’s worth looking closely and seriously at the election-year enthusiasm of media elites and other Obamaphiles, much of which was indeed, as the wags recognized, quasi-religious. The surprising fact is that the American Left, for all its claims to being 'reality-based' and secular, is often animated by the passions, motivations, and imagery that one normally associates with religion. The better we understand this religious impulse, the better we will understand liberal America’s likely trajectory in the years to come."

Actually, City Journal (as far as I know) is the only publication that seems to be on the same wave-length I am, also presenting us with an article about The People's Temple, by Daniel J. Flynn, that underlines the long-running Democratic Party/cult connection:

"For years prior to Jonestown’s cataclysmic finale, unheeded voices, such as journalist Les Kinsolving’s, warned America about the raven-haired preacher feted by San Francisco columnist Herb Caen, supervisor Harvey Milk, and mayor George Moscone.

Indeed, Jim Jones was a power player in Bay Area politics and thereby a player in national Democratic Party politics. Local politicians and activists benefited from the slave labor that he could provide on little notice to people political rallies and hand out campaign literature. In gratitude, Moscone appointed him chairman of San Francisco’s housing authority and Willie Brown likened Jones, a man who would eventually kill more African-Americans than any Ku Klux Klan Grand Wizard, to Martin Luther King, Jr. First lady Rosalyn Carter and her husband’s running mate, Walter Mondale, both met with the cult leader. Jones even appropriated the title of Huey Newton’s book, Revolutionary Suicide, to describe the extermination of his flock (which included several of Newton’s relatives). Once Jonestown’s residents had performed this 'revolutionary suicide,' the wills left behind bequeathed all to the Soviet Union."

How anyone else is missing all this, I don't know. Or maybe I do. Look at the quote, above, and you see the name of "Saint Harvey" Milk, who just had an Oscar-winning movie made about him - starring Hugo Chavez-loving Sean Penn - but it was a movie that erased all of Milk's connections to cultism. Of course, it had to, because if the decades-long connection between the Democrats and cults were ever made explicit - a connection that is just as vibrant today as ever, if not more so - they'd lose their black support (amongst others) in a heart beat.

This is what conservatives have to understand now - this is how we finish the Democrats off. As Mr. Plotinsky says, they've got us in The Matrix right now, but I've been saying all along that I'm Rorschach from The Watchmen, and the truth I'm revealing is The Truth, and I'd rather look crazy than allow it to be covered up for the sake of lying politicians, lousy gay pride movies, or even my love for women. Unfortunately, that's exactly what's been happening, so far.

But maybe - just maybe, if everyone remembers these cultish NewAge forces destroyed my marriage, killed my mother-in-law and three others, and can get over my (more-than-justifiable) anger - they'll decide to investigate all this in depth, and everyone's perception of me will change. It ought to, because I ain't hurt nobody.

I'm "The One" that's been hurt.

Crucify Me (No One Seems To Mind That Today)

I can't help but enjoy a certain morbid humor about the way some regard my blogging.

They forget what's happening in the world when I'm around, allowing them to insult me as crazy, especially since I contend our problems are largely about belief - where almost everyone is to blame - and not politics, where all the attention is paid, but individual participation is limited.

It's an honor, really, to play one of religion's bad guys.

Belief's crank.


Prime candidate for the Encyclopedia of American Loons.

I tell it like it is, unashamed, while the rest of you cower for fear of offending.

Offending women, that is:

"TMR goes off the rails, as he often will, where he tries to generalize his thoughts to All Womandom, drifting into the realm of misogyny in a way that works to undermine both the elegance and credibility of his canny observations in certain limited areas."

Yes, I'm "Overdosing on Oprah" and all her female fans.

Women aren't perfect, and - when it comes to the realm of belief - are mostly responsible for the state of things, and, until it's a crime to say so, I will.

To me, it's just another one of those topics the larger society refuses to discuss, like liberalism's ugly "deep prejudice about the deep south" or the reality of having a "dangerous cult" or two (or three, or a thousand) operating amongst us.

It forces all of us to collectively live a lie, daily.

Like in The Watchmen.

The thinking seems to be that, until our liberal corporate news masters mention something, it's not to be talked about.

It's taboo.

They'll decide what we should be interested in and how.

Like they did with John Edwards' affair with the "delusional" Rielle Hunter.

Those are the kind of choices my betters think they can make for me - and I call bullshit.

I want to talk about everything - including what's happening with women out there - and especially as it pertains to NewAge:

"Postpartum psychosis with delusions, including demonic possession with the ability to talk to the dead, is how a psychiatrist described the mental health of Jesseca Carson when her 13-month-old daughter Amora was brutally beaten and strangled to death in December 2008."

And that includes what NewAge has done to men as well:



Like San Franciscans, allowing bums to die on the street in order not to violate their sense of freedom, I don't think society's priorities, generally, are in the correct order, regarding the subject of women and belief, or much of anything else really, and we can see the results of that everyday.

But I'm crazy, merely because I'm willing to offend everyone's delicate, sheltered, PC sensibilities and won't give in. (I saw my first dead body by the age of five, how about you?)

Here's my message back:

You can't frighten me away.

Because maybe it's a black thing, but I think women are "a vital, cherished part of,...men’s lives" and, as such, are worthy of the discussion I'm trying to have.

I don't know why anyone else wouldn't think so, too.

And, as far as I'm concerned - when it comes to misogyny - I think it's they who really don't care.

After all this time, I don't think many even know how.

[Click this post's title for it to make sense.]

The Macho Response: Rorschach (Wiping That Cultish NewAge Smile Off Everyone's Faces)

"The moral center of Watchmen, both the original graphic novel by Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons and the new, much-discussed movie based on it premiering today, is a curious and prickly masked vigilante who goes by the name Rorschach.

The surface meaning of the name is visually obvious—his mask contains swirling black blots on white that remind one of the psychological testing mechanism. But applied to his character, the name is both appropriate and ironic.

It’s appropriate in that the character is obsessed with stark duality—black and white—and ironic in that the mushy “it’s whatever you see” vagueness opposes his very definite vision of what’s what in the world:

There are good guys and bad guys, and the bad guys deserve to get it, good and hard. Rorschach’s mission, from which he will not diverge, is to give it to them, no matter what the demands of law, government, or social mores. He lives by his objective understanding of right and wrong.

...Rorschach’s sense of justice may make him hate most of humanity—he brags to himself at the beginning that if mankind begged him to save them, he’d justly say “no.” But by the end he sacrifices himself in the name of avenging the deaths of millions who he doesn’t know. He does it for another reason as well, one of particular holiness to the Objectivist: the truth, the facts of reality. Whether or not the villain’s scheme might result in some “higher good,” it did so at the cost of Faking Reality—a cost no Objectivist will bear. We don’t know if Rorschach’s attempts to set the record straight will do any good—but he’s willing to bear any burden, let the very heavens fall, to stay square with reality.

To be the kind of man whose highest value is to “have lived life free from compromise,” as Rorschach says, makes that man “unreasonable” in the colloquial sense—that is, you aren’t going to be able to talk them in or out of much. You are going to find them abrasive, aggravating, and in circumstances like those the characters in Watchmen find themselves in, mad, bad, and dangerous to know.

Rorschach seems driven to madness by his ideology; a radical Objectivism forges a character that seems obviously damaged in unpleasant ways.

Yet he’s also the only man around who stands up for everyone’s right to be judged individually on the basis of their character and actions, their right not to be a means to someone else’s higher end—no matter what one might think of that end. He knows what it means to be human—that’s why he has to condemn those he kills as having betrayed the essence of man qua man, relegating them to the status of dogs to be put down."

-- Brian Doherty, describing the crime fighting hero of these NewAge times, in Reason Magazine.