Showing posts with label zombies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label zombies. Show all posts

Thursday, October 10, 2013

God's Only Ever Had One Plan (And That's My Misery)


Boy, it sure is comforting to know I'm the crazy one:






There are lots of religious people who don't believe we're playing out a prophetic checklist, and lots of non-religious people who do.

Look at our pop culture -- how many futuristic movies automatically assume an impending collapse of human society? Just this year we've had Elysium (about an apocalyptic economic collapse), World War Z (zombie apocalypse), Oblivion ( alien apocalypse), After Earth (environmental apocalypse), Pacific Rim (giant monster apocalypse), The Host (alien apocalypse), Dredd (societal breakdown in the wake of Armageddon), and The Purge (violent societal breakdown). On TV you've got The Walking Dead (zombie apocalypse) and Revolution (a world torn apart by a nonsensical plot and two-dimensional characters). None of those are Christian shows, yet all assume that we're living in the end times. 




 I hear ya - if we stopped this madness in society, we'd be so much worse off, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah: 


My reminder, every day for the rest of my life, of how my silly childhood desires, for even a semi-normal life, should've killed me long ago,...
 

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

If 1 Thing Leads To Another I Expect To Get Somewhere


The Daily Mail asks a question I've considered, more often than I'd like, when meeting others:
"Why ARE so many people being labelled bipolar? More and more celebrities say they have it, but here a top psychiatrist warns the disorder is far too readily diagnosed, leaving many trapped on 'zombie' pills"

No matter what the illness, misdiagnosis is always a medical hazard, and - without the proper amount of time for observation - bipolar disorder's a toughie. 


Especially because, after the disappearance of asylums, society's being conditioned to tolerate madness, partially through hiding it's public treatment behind validating medicalized language. 


Allowed to convince us of their "point of view" - without most sufferer's realizing, possibly, how skewed it is (and definitely without anyone else being so "offensive" as to admit it) or what a burden accommodation places on us all - the functionally insane become trickier to identify.


People now ask "What's normal?" far more than trying to see who's crazy enough to do some damage somehow.




That was Jesse Jackson on the day his "bipolar" son went to prison last August. 


Incarcerated (with his wife) for corruption, Jackson, Jr. clearly had more energy than good sense, eventually spending $750,000 of the taxpayer's money on what essentially were impulse items - typical behavior for someone with bipolar. 


TMR outted Jr. as a crystal-gazing NewAger in 2010, an endeavor I - almost alone - have long associated with possible mental illness and further trouble down the line.


But then, to me, this all seems pretty obvious to begin with,....

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Sent in by Meade, BTW,...

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Classic: "All You Do Is Make Pancakes In The Morning!"



There's never been a character like me onscreen:

NewAge feminist males - working from the same bad zombie script,...


Sunday, January 6, 2013

This Is The Darkest Place The NewAge Has Ever Been Today And It Will Get Darker As We Keep Heading Down


The Crack Emcee and "Mike" (in the hat) 1/1/13 at Justine's Brasserie:


Actually, it's alright to quit now. Kick back, watch a zombie movie, pretending love is real



That's fine. It's your time. Go with the flow. Why make waves?


Since there's nothing you can do, about an accident, can't your existence be an accident, too? Doesn't it explain always being outnumbered? NewAge? You can believe what you want to believe

Somebody said so.


Really, go ahead. We're alone and need entertainment.


 

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

The School Of Hard Knocks Graduates Another Student

Charles Tatum: "What do you know about Yogi Berra, Miss Deverich?" 
Miss Deverich: "I beg your pardon?" 
Charles Tatum: "Yogi Berra!" 
Miss Deverich: "Yogi? Why, it's a sort of religion, isn't it?"
-- Ace In The Hole, 1951, when they knew the difference between a spiritual ritual and exercise.


And, if you've been raised to think Russia was atheist, think again:
For those not schooled in New Age prophecy, there are rumours the world will end on December 21, 2012, when a 5125-year cycle known as the Long Count in the Mayan calendar supposedly comes to a close. Russia, a nation with a penchant for mystical thinking, has taken notice.

The question is why Americans haven't "taken notice." Offline and on, I get hit with so much NewAge malarky, and plain ol' misinformation, I sometimes wonder how our society functions at all. Like, when I read Your federal tax dollars are being used to prepare for the zombie apocalypse,…well, let's just say those all-important "fiscal cliff" talks take on a whole new dimension, and it ain't good.


Let's see, a former “Good Morning America” producer is a perv, an Amish cult leader is being called O.G. (Original Gangsta) in prison, some London-based Nigerian con artists ran a £2.7million lotto scam that led to a murder-suicide, and Burning Man has finally adopted a "cargo cult" theme to make the point they've always been toying with even clearer. Simply put:

I need a break - bad


♬It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a wonderful day for a neighbor, 
would you be my, could you be my,…♬
 

Monday, October 29, 2012

I Know: Comedy's Not Pretty (But This Is Ridiculous,...)

Ayn Rand Private Access Show from Michaela Watkins

I found this amusing - not funny exactly, but worth a watch. It made me think, in the end, Rand's atheism may be the only part of her philosophy to survive her. That and her stand against racism. She was waaay ahead of her time there - though, in both regards, America is/was pretty backwards, so it might kinda pan out.

Even if you sorta know, this video should make you wonder what Paul Ryan thought he was up to, as he was attempting to indoctrinate his office staff through forcing them to read Atlas Shrugged. (This was before he was eventually cornered and then decided to lie and deny everything. As you all know, lies and public displays of denial always win me over.) I just think Mr. P90X (!) ain't very deep, because - let's face it - some people can't resist searching for someone or something to follow or join, the poor things.

But, still, Rand was a cultist, so WTF? (What kind of atheist turns messianic? In 2008, that was one of the clear signs that Obama was a NewAger,...) Even in this hysteria-fueled wasteland, didn't Ryan ever notice there was something very-wrong with this picture?

If you ask me, that guy holding up the Earth should've done us all a favor and beat Rand to death with it. If that thought upsets you, please, don't bother writing me about it - I've read her, too:

She would've approved - and, most likely, probably liked it.


Oh, the horror! Watching this was like sitting through one of Glenn Reynolds' "important" Plan 9 From Outer Space interviews - just overwhelmingly tragic:

I couldn't stop staring at this guy's forehead!

Whether from the front or the side, and no matter what he's talking about - dumping on Romney in as smug a fashion as a liberal can get - it's all pretty useless, coming from below that mesmerizing, hypnotizing, zombifying orb that spins above his eyes. (It does spin, doesn't it?) That thing's HUGE. Which brings up a question:

Don't these Zombie Apocalypse-obsessed mutants have friends to warn them away from getting in front of a camera?

If somebody was smart (I know - big "if") this video would be marketed to breast-implant clinics - as a silent film - so prospective clients know what to shoot for. Or it could be used as target practice, for when the Zombie Apocalypse really does arrive, or some poor woman is contemplating her escape from Beta-Male Mediocrity Hell. Since it's influence is so vast - like this guy's bald spot - she won't even have to learn anything about aiming:

Just working up the courage to fire will be enough.


Now, here's an example of comedy - and true knowledge - presented so that, whatever the rest of these losers do, you can't be led astray and convinced to start mistaking the two. Never forget:

We proper "intellectuals" have always got standards,...



Thursday, April 21, 2011

A Talk With An Unbiased Girl And A Classy Guy



Don't you see? Don't you see? You can be minding your own fucking business - hurting no one - and then along will come a couple of liberals, to make your skin crawl, and cause you to think of murder,...

Hat Tip: iOwnTheWorld

Sunday, November 1, 2009

They Can't Hide It Forever

"The emphasis on the worship of nature in virtually all variations of Pagan faith, and the embrace of a female divinity in many, situated the religion to mesh with the environmental and feminist movements that swept through the United States in the 1970s.

Of course, the popular culture of the Harry Potter books, the television series 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' and the current zombie vogue have defanged Pagan religion for a mass teenage audience."


-- Samuel G. Freedman, trying not to remind us that when "crazy Christians" were originally saying these connections existed (most prominently between, say, Harry Potter and Witchcraft) the suggestions were shouted down as outlandish - while, now, it was all admittedly a lead-in to "Pagan religion for a mass teenage audience" - which is exactly the lying-ass reason why I can't advocate putting trust in the lying-ass words of Hollywood, stupid nature-worshiping Pagans, or The New York Times.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

We're All Going To Die (Let's Start With YOU!!!)

"A troubled Bronx teen allegedly in a zombie-like trance stabbed his two younger brothers and sister yesterday – and was prevented from murdering them by a Good Samaritan, authorities said.

Cops say 17-year-old Nelson Santos lost it at about 3:30 p.m. and attacked his two brothers, ages 13 and 6, and his 9-year-old sister, with a knife in their second-floor apartment in Morrisania.

Police did not give a motive for the stabbing or what type of weapon was used, but the Daily News reports Santos told cops he was 'zombie-like' and used a butcher knife.

A police source told the paper the boy said he was seeing demons and neighbors said he practiced black magic.

Drenched in his own blood, 13-year-old Miguel Santos, who was stabbed nearly half a dozen times, dashed out of his living room and downstairs to call for help. Neighbor John Flores, 19, told the News Nelson Santos was screaming something about the Armageddon and chasing his younger brother with 'a big kitchen knife about as long as my forearm.'"


-- Jennifer Millman, who is probably as pleased as I am that Armageddon has made a comeback - It's the end of the world, people! - though, now, that probably means there's no need for me to read NBC New York.

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Omega Men

Fuck! I almost (not almost, did) forget about that promise I made to my man in Berkeley, Lupo Leboucher. What promise was that? To go zombie killing one night, in matching ruffled shirts, with green velvet jackets! (Pickin' 'em off in Back To The Future-type stylee,...) It has to happen!

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Funny story for Lupo: My father came up to S.F. (from Compton, Ca.) one day, but couldn't find me, so, after wandering the Haight/Ashbury for an afternoon, he went back home. I called him up not too long afterwards, not knowing he had been there (it was supposed to have been a surprise) and, once I found out what had happened, I asked him what he thought of San Francisco. His reply?

"I never saw so many damn zombies in all my life!"

Man, I laughed my ass off!

Shit, now I miss my old man. Oh well, nobody lives forever,...

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Zombies

How could they hang with that creep? What were Oakland's leaders thinking?

Those questions run through the mind in the wake of revelations of how Oakland politicians tolerated the thuggish, thieving conduct of Yusuf Bey and his followers. For years.

There was a city loan never repaid, high-profile visits to Bey's home base Your Black Muslim Bakery, muzzled police inquiries, go-easy letters to a sentencing judge, and help with a bankruptcy mess. At every turn, City Hall came through for a quasi-religious group that was more gangster than godly.

Only late in the game, when Bey's empire crumbled after the killing of local journalist Chauncey Bailey, did these enablers vanish.

In the rearview mirror, it was abysmal judgment. But it's more than that - it's the heart of cynical deal-making, the transactional politics that mixes risk and reward to produce a decision. It's what happens when leaders fail in a fundamental way to compute the full effects of a decision.

This short-term thinking may work when locating a freeway billboard or curbing liquor sales in corner stores. But it doesn't compute with criminals linked to rape, spousal abuse, murder and torture with a heated knife. Lives, many of them, were scarred by Bey and the violent conduct he spurred.

The explanations, if you can find one from his long-gone supporters, are plausible but soft: [Your Black Muslim Bakery] was a self-help beacon in a crime-soaked neighborhood. Ex-cons and the jobless benefited. The strong, even harsh ideals of the group sent a message of personal change and belief. That bad stuff? We had no idea, honest.

It's time for a history lesson. This spin was heard before, right across the bay where a parallel saga played out a generation ago. In the late 1970s, the Rev. Jim Jones likewise surrounded himself with big-shouldered bodyguards and a retinue of flunkies. He gave edgy speeches on civil rights and marched at housing eviction protests. His church nursed social programs and health care on a grimy corner in the Fillmore District. He was a wizard with the race card: a white preacher who led a congregation of largely black and poor followers. As in Oakland, the political set flocked to his Peoples Temple to be part of the show. Doubt was not encouraged.

The names of the visitors are gilt-edged Hall of Famers. In San Francisco, it was Willie Brown, gay icon Harvey Milk and then-Mayor George Moscone, who named Jones to the Housing Authority. In Oakland, Bey's chums included former mayor and now Attorney General Jerry Brown, Mayor Ron Dellums and U.S. Rep. Barbara Lee. There were plenty of others on both guest lists.

Did these outsiders, on their closely-escorted visits, suspect something amiss or troubling? Did they wonder how either of these airless worlds operated? Were they worried about future embarrassment if the clearly eccentric Jones or Bey had a darker side?

All of them are too smart and seasoned to have missed the trouble signs. Instead they put up with these deluded leaders and hoped things wouldn't get worse. In the meantime, the bargain held with the politicos picking up a high-vis ally while the two decidedly dangerous "community leaders" bought the respect they craved.

The two stories are about more than political back-scratching. Both Jones and Bey were never seriously investigated until late in the game. Jones ran a string of rest homes and foster care facilities that he milked for income. He sheared off pension checks from his elderly followers and sold their possessions in exchange for a promised-land journey to Guyana, where their lives ended. There was no official inquiry until Rep. Leo Ryan went to Guyana in 1978 to check on temple members at the behest of their worried families. That mission unhinged Jones, who oversaw the forced deaths of some 900 followers, including his own suicide.

Bey, who died from cancer in 2003, was a less spectacular saga. His business enterprises brought him respect and standing. His troops chased off drug dealers, which led City Hall and police higher-ups to protect him from investigation. If that sounds like a defensible bargain, you're forgetting the people raped, abused and killed by Bey's soldiers.

There's an age-old question always asked when a monster falls: What have we learned to avoid a repeat? Judging from these two stories, there's a clear answer. Absolutely nothing.
--Marshall Kilduff is a San Francisco Chronicle editorial writer.