Sunday, June 10, 2018

Nick Cave knows about me.....

      Yes, I do realize that since I did a Nick Cave Tribute album that somehow somewhere people who are affiliated with Nick Cave, and Nick Cave himself are aware that there is someone(myself) who is comparable to his artistic style...I mean my music was always dark....even before I knew who Nick Cave was....It wasn't until I found him did I say to myself, this is the music I would have done if my early band "The Burning" wouldn't have broke up....I know Nick Cave has seen my album...There are only 3 tribute albums on the internet, and streaming services besides my own...Nick Cave, since he is accomplished and hard working, when he's at home, he has bouts of boredom, to go on the internet and survey all that relates to him.....Yes I am sure he is that vain...but so am I.....If it was me I would look at every avenue, every perspective, every comment, and every fact that relates to me to get some kind of validation, and gratification....And I know he is the same way....I am sure Nick Cave's biggest fear is giving me any attention, plus bring attention to anything I do, because people will realize he isn't the only Nick Cave around.....I ripped him off in some ways, not totally, but I came close....Nick Cave is the closest thing that comes to my sense of expression, but how long can Nick Cave last under his circumstances...his career is almost over in my opinion... His son Arthur has died, on the account of him not warning him the dangers of drugs, and he pledged allegiance to Israel, ignoring BDS, Roger Waters,, and Brian Eno's plea to not support Israel for their foul deeds concerning the oppressed, and murdered Palestinians.....I mean I wouldn't give me attention either, I wouldn't want someone who is more real, and humanitarian to steal my spotlight....All kingdoms fall, and all things come to an end...Nick Cave you had a long string of success's, but since you said "I love Israel, and I love it's people", after the press conference, you walked out the back door never to be seen again, by me, and all those people who agree, that Zionism is a racist, fascist concept.....I know you know who I am..I know Google isn't on my side, either is YouTube, but this little post shows that even the littlest person in this world, can bring both change in the world, and alter the course of the future...Enough said....Thanx...

Friday, May 18, 2018

"Autobiography of a Vampire" (an excerpt, by Michael D'Orazio, circa 2017)


Introduction and Commentary...

It is a very dark night as I travel up the road in my Chevy Aveo, a car that is slightly artsy in design. I realize that I am privileged in this day in age, as I drive into a town where men can't afford a car of their own. Young men litter the streets, smoking cigarettes, asking for single dollar bills, acting as if they are extremely poor. If they are, I don't really know. I am not aware of their situation. They are great actors, trying to squeeze the life, and money out of unsuspecting visitors in town. When they ask, I do not react, I am stone cold, for I am strong in my will, and I have no life energy of my own to sustain others. I feed off their innuendos, and their gestures, and it keeps me alive, for their negative energy fuels my own actions. I am negativity in its whole. I've been in this negative state since I was a young boy: For I was always a loner, and never had friends of my own to feed off of, and become a whole person. If I did, I destroyed what friendship we had. Since I have nothing of my own, I take from others, and when there is nothing left, either they are discarded, or they flee, far away from once we were.
I am darkness, and I really don't know why. I asked God, why am I different from those people who worship the sun, when I myself am a child of the moon. I am polar opposites from those people who have snubbed me and rejected me for what ever reason. I wait on those who find something interesting about me, and bring them in my life. I do my work, and I wonder what this is all about. For my relationships are never constant. They never last beyond a small time frame. For what I give them is knowledge, and money, I give them love, and affection, but what I take from them, is everything that a child is, youth and beauty. I take their security, and their confidence, and I pick on things that they are sensitive the most. I take their energy. I absorb it. It lasts for quite a while, until it is snuffed out by other entities who have a vacuum for a soul. In my world, ghouls, witches, phantoms, shadows, vampires, all exist. I live in a very dark world. To some I am strange, I am a mystery. I lurk about in crowds of people, and in the shadows. No one knows I even exist. I could jump out on the middle of the sidewalk, and do a dance and no one would notice me. I do not exist in their world. I am a fully independent entity, roaming the earth in search of another to share, and feed off of. This gives me knowledge, power, imagination, and the most valuable of commodities, youth. I suck the life out of most situations. I can't help it. It is who I am. I will not tell you fully who I am in words, for even I am not sure how to put it all. I am a phantom. I don't exist.
What I want in this world is to come to some realization about what my real purpose in life is. I feel as though I am just a social parasite feeding off the life of others. Is their good in all of this?? I do not know. For under God we are all his creatures. We have a purpose in life, even though humanity picks and chooses what is positive, and good, and what is evil. A snake for instance, is a symbol of Satan in the bible, a personification of evil, but in nature, just a creature, like everything else. It has its own nature to survive, and its own purpose to live. Just as I. But since I am near poverty on a financial level, independently that is, I cannot run and travel to other places without some financial stability. The modern world is snuffing out entities such as myself. They got smart, and know how to eliminate, dark, and negative personalities from society. Call us mentally ill, call us what you like, it won't stop the darkness from rising in the world. You can suppress the nature of man, and animal. Try to make a lion your friend, but you never know when the nature of the animal will strike when you least expect it. The nature of man is eradicating a specific breed of individual. To take their power and energy away, and manipulate them, until they fall like the sun, on a sunset, and that’s when darkness begins. And this is how it all happens. I was vampirized at a young age, by other kids of whom I grew up with, by my family, by people in the school systems, and those in the mental clinics. They took my life force away from me, the good, the power, and the beauty of youth, although I do not age like other people. I am sustained by the emptiness, and the ever growing possibility that there is something beyond all of this. Is it Death?? or am I already dead?? That is the question. I roam, and I roam for that life force I need to take. It enrages me to see others who thrive, and live lives full of love, and they are happy. But I dare say that it is a controversy for me to actually admit, that happiness, makes you age quicker, because you are content, and full of the cup of life, that God gave you, but when you live your life in the sun, the oxidation of your organic matter breaks down your body, from a scientific stand point. Those who are happy suffer from unexpected tragedies, all the time. But me being a negative entity, A dark God smiles on me. I live outside the world of Karma. I wish evil on those who wish me harm, and have neglected me in the past. Since I can remember when I was a little boy, my aunt who used to do things like humiliate me in front of my other family members during gatherings. I remember this clearly, and even though she is in her later years, and in her decline, she still weaves her web of mischief within the family. She is a witch of sorts. I cannot wait until she is 6 feet underground, and not just her. I want the world to change fully, and completely. I want the whole world to collapse, die out, and totally change. I want to start this world over, so I can begin again. Destruction has a purpose. It is a renewal. This life of man has gotten older, and totally absurd. We don't remember the old ways, the life of the spirit, what lies in the dark, and what true goodness really is. We have forgotten what was really important, what made life worth living. There are too many laws, too many rules. They have refined their crappy system for centuries. They have an answer for everything, but people are still being killed, people are still poor, and things are still going wrong. To me the more that you suppress humanity, or a social class the more it has a tendency to explode. This world is a pressure cooker on the edge of collapse. The only thing you can do is smoke your cigarettes, and drink your beer and wait for it all to go down. Maybe I may have made some bad choices, but once you do something, you have to live with it your whole damn life. It forges you into something you didn't expect, and what it is wouldn't you like to know.
A dark entity's one desire is to be completed, and full. There is a biological need, or should I say a spiritual debt that one has to complete be for they owe no more to the world. There is a plan, I would like to think that, or a set of stars that guide us to safe haven and deliver us from what I call evil. Now, which brings me on the subject about “Vampires”? Is a vampire evil??? Since Vampires have been known to live off the blood, or the life force of other people, does that make them evil. But because it is in their nature, doesn't that mean there is some good in it all. But if it is in the nature of a man to kill, we consider that evil, and murderous. The modern day vampire may not kill anymore, for fear of the rope, or execution. There are trickier ways of claiming someone's soul, or life force, without putting themselves in a position of incarceration, or penalty: To take without taking, or notice of taking. When you take material possessions from someone that can be proven in a court of law, but when someone takes your soul, or your spirit, there is no law against that. The poor have been victimized by the rich for many years. Slavery still continues in many facets of corporate society, but it is accepted. The spirit and the soul is what keeps someone in a state of beauty and grace. When you take that away from someone, they are a hollow shell, and decline in health. Such is the rich man to take that away from the good common people. But then there are "True Vampires", who take from those who are evil. A vampire can be good if the host is perhaps evil. Vampires are the catalyst for which God does his work. They are the dark force, the wheel of karma that corrects the discrepancies of man and their evil doings. All a vampire needs to do is enter a social class, and let the evil doers do their work, and that is when darkness starts to rise.
True Modern vampires blend in to normal society hunting for those who are up to no good. They frequent public places watching and waiting for their next victim to arrive. Upon feeding on their victims they are restored temporarily with life giving positive energy. The feeding process takes as long as there is to take from an individual. It could take years, if the host is compliant, and is not aware of what is really happening to them. In the end they might feel depressed, lethargic, with no will to move on, and do things. They might feel a state of desperation upon realizing that the situation that they are in his doing them irreparable harm. Once a vampire has fed on their youth, and beauty, there is hardly a chance of coming back from the experience. Sometimes or in most occasions the host themselves become a vampire, if it has not destroyed their lives. They live in this sort of energy debt, that can't be filled until they find their own hosts to victimize. Victims of vampires are people who have usually put themselves at risk by leaving a flock, or a herd of friends that they are connected with. Once the host leaves their world of friends to perhaps make a better life for themselves, a vampire might arrive to greet them. You see, being alone, and unguarded makes you vulnerable to a vampire attack. Risking it all by making rash decisions to gain power, in the world makes you a target. Vampires lurk and wait for those individuals. But there are people out there who through no fault of their own are vulnerable, even if they are good, because of the lack of support they have in society. Loneliness might have begun at an early time of their lives. They waited to be seduced by a vampire. The life they had wasn't good enough, so the vampire came and gave them a new life to replace the pain and sorrow they have felt. This represents the making of a good vampire: Vampires who never had the choice, of just being good, or just accepted human beings. In most cases becoming a vampire can be a euphoric and ecstatic experience in the beginning. The wondrous beauty of imagination that new vampires feel can be exciting. But like everything in life if there are no situations to feed on, the vampire might experience dullness, and sort of drift through life feeling nearly dead by the circumstances. It really pays for a vampire to travel. Once an area has been claimed by a vampire, and once there is a realization that a vampire is in their midst, a vampire's cover has been blown. Moving is probably necessary. A vampire has always been given gifts of prophecy, talents, vocations, so they can make money, and be free to explore, and move around. If a vampire gets blacklisted in his community for what ever reason, one has to move on, or start to kill, and steal to make ends meet. Vampires are as vulnerable, as normal people if they are found out. Once people have gained a sense of what is wrong they can out a vampire, and render him harmless to those aware. But vampires must be clever for many reasons.
A real vampire can't give away who they are. They sometimes look like normal everyday people. But sometimes they are the worst kind. They live this normal reality posing as well adjusted decent people. The only thing is they take from the good, which is a tragedy. They use their evil ways to undermined good hard working people. This is the portrait of a bad vampire. It's not uncommon for vampires of this nature to be punished for doing the work of Satan. Me myself have run into such vampires, and realize nothing good can come of their lives. They steal, they cheat, and they spawn evil in their children.
There are certain rules a true vampire must operate under: Certain natural laws that a vampire must follow in order to be free from karmic laws: Modern day vampires can live in the sunlight, but it must be avoided because their pale skin is more susceptible to decay. It's not uncommon for a vampire to wear a hat with a brim to block out the sun's rays. Moonlight at night is comforting, and to live in the dark night is even better. The night time is a vampire's favorite time to congregate amongst mortals. Although due to the fact that some regions of the world shut down public business's late at night is somewhat of a travesty for some vampires. Living in a place like New York City, is favorable, since it's the city that never sleeps. Unfortunately some vampires do not have the means to climb up financially due to the social climate, and economy. Vampires like to express themselves in a dark manner, in ways such as Edgar Allen Poe. It's not a cliché. Vampires thrive on dark subjects, their imagination swims in darkness, but also in the beauty of darkness. Real true vampires are rare. There are humans that pose as vampires. But these vampires are mainly well adjusted humans who portray the cliché and the superficial qualities of vampires portrayed in old novels and movies. They aren't real, and have no knowledge of the true qualities a vampire has. It is well known that Goth Subculture emerged in the early eighties, I'm guessing, and spawned the trend, and popularized vampires. Many rock bands dressed up, and crafted their music to become popular. I believe that true vampires emerged during this period to thrive and be accepted in normal society. But that was short lived. In today's society there is a lack of acceptance of vampires, and it’s killing vampire life as we know it.
Because vampires have to be careful, and they are not fully accepted in today's society, coming out is not really a good idea for some. Vampires have another mechanism: Destruction. When they move into a social class, bad things start to happen mysteriously. People die, tragedies, business's close down, Loss of love, car crashes, disease, etc. Like a mouse spreading it's disease to the general public, I would imagine a plague would follow. But the vampire since he is a monster created by the foul deeds of man, are exempt from penalty. Because it wasn't the vampire's work so much, as it was man's work. The damage can never be traced back to the vampire. There is a dark force that surrounds the vampire. It can't be totally explained in words. But when someone crosses a vampire directly, there is always a counter reaction that even the vampire is not aware of. In a way the vampire is innocent of the karmic destruction the vampire inflicts on man. When you try to cause harm to a vampire the reaction is 100 times worse then inflicting it on a normal human being. So if you pick a victim and it happens to be a vampire, something bad will happen to you. Vampires have risen over time from the foul deeds of man. And as they take their blows they become stronger and more powerful. But vampires experience pain when experiencing a blow, and they have to recover like everyone else. But once they bounce back they are to be reckoned with.
Vampires move through society with the greatest of ease. There is no where they won’t go, without out risk. There are exceptions, which I will not say, but it is for the vampire to decide what is safe. Sometimes when a vampire frequents an establishment, he will fully work the room until everyone falls prey to his interactions. When there is no one left it is time to leave, and never come back. Vampires gain knowledge and energy from interacting with mortals. They also gain strength and experience. They tend not to make permanent connections with those people, for fear of being found out. There is a lot to risk, if one gets too close. Sometimes a vampire when realized will be outed from certain places they are not welcome. These places are easily ruled out after the vampire realizes who is not easy and willing. Vampires are very fast at what they do, they get what they want, and get the hell out of there. Sometimes a vampire might be caught in something not too good, but they have a sense when trouble is coming. They find people’s behaviors to be extremely predictable. If a vampire should get themselves into something that they can’t get out of, and they are harmed physically, recovery is swift, and the scars pretty much clear up.
Vampires may be dead on the inside, and still, but they are quick, and have endless amounts of negative energy. They practically fly around town, hitting multiple places to find victims every day and every night. There is a lot to know about the nature of vampires. But one would only know if they were a vampire…

"Vampire in Suburbia" (a story by Michael D'Orazio, circa 2010)

      My pale skin gives me away as I enter the Inn.  They all look with merry faces as they pin the town fool on me.  As I walk across the floor to the edge of the bar I look around for my next victim.
 
     I play the fool so someone will fall, and I will have my fill.  They are all remarkable of low imaginative value.  They do not know, that I know that their merry days will end, for the lady they desire will be mine.
 
     She sits there next to me.  She glows with a God given spirit.  So much I cannot utter words.  Her brilliance blinds me as the wicked men growl at me with murderous contempt.
 
“Hello” I say to her.  She goes “Hmmmffff”, and looks away.  I am beneath her.  She is untouchable to me.
 
     I say “Your last boyfriend wasn’t such a snob”.  She says,“Who are you anyways?”.  (A Dream, I thought, but maybe a nightmare).
I said gleefully, “That man across the bar you had relations with wants to slit my throat”!!  She says coldly, “He will do what I want and what I say.  You are a nobody in this town, and will surely not last.  You're a pretty boy, but I am sure that there is a man that will have you, and not me”.
 
    I thought that this was a typical answer from the town whore.  And as I absorbed her ill talk, her big burly boyfriend came, and asked me to sit in the next bar stool over.  In fact I moved to the other side of the bar to diffuse any tension that we had between us.  There at the other side I was harassed by the other cronies that were friends of her entourage.
 
    It’s like me not to run away, and not face the music.  I’d rather take the abuse and learn from it than not know what’s around the corner.  In fact I don’t believe in karma, for  I cant hurt a fly.  I get hurt sometimes, and this makes me think.  What is my destination?  Will I end up in a wheelchair when I get real old, or will I be in optimum  shape when my time comes.  Who knows?  Will I live 200 more years If I believe and desire to live on, and see if we survive on this god forsaken planet.
 
     I lived for 100 years, and I look like I am 26.  For that was the age I was brought into darkness.  And I still know very little about human existence.  For I am not a human anymore.  That was a short time, and during that time I learned very little except suffering and dismay.
 
     My new existence was given to me as a consolation for not knowing how to live life.  I stumbled upon an infected teen who wanted me for his own.  He lured me with his affections, and his smooth talk.  He made me feel like I belonged, and that I was needed.  We were together always, until that fateful day when he uttered words that murdered our trust.  Him and a few others stole my light, and my soul, and it was replaced with a malignant spirit that guided me into malevolence.
 
     Ever since those days I have been driven by worldly ambitions, to replace the love that was taken from me and lost.  Now I am no better than a beggar in the streets, looking for emotional handouts from strangers.  I have been in a state of agitation with little vital energy to sustain me.  Now I suck the life force out of the people closest to me.  I live in a whirlpool of negativity, that begins with my family, and sucks everything from it’s surrounding environments.
 
     I am not sure if I am a pawn, or my intelligence is making vital decisions in my life that will guide me in the right direction.
 
     There was a time that I summoned a spirit to carry me, and deliver me from evil influences.  For I am a pure being, but what I project and materialize in space is darkness.
 
     I am the illusion of a dark being, secretive, and evasive.  I can only enter the life of another when I am invited.  But when I am, I drag their souls down, and make them one of mine own.  Some stay and bond with me, others run and use their power against me.  There is no way I can’t catch something when I weave my web.  But mostly I walk alone for I am doomed by God to face the world in solitude.  I am not welcome anywhere, but frequent places of debauchery for comfort.  "I believe there is nothing more delicious than the soul of an evil man, or woman."
(Last line adopted from "Interview with a Vampire", by Anne Rice)



"The Happy Land of Emasculation" (a story by Michael D'Orazio, circa 2010)


(This story was based on a dream I had the night before I wrote it.)
 
      When I woke up I was in the back of a Range Rover, my anus was sore, and these two people were bringing me to a place, apparently against my will.
 
      It was when I woke up that I realized that these two people were leading me around, I didn't know them, but I trusted that they were going to bring me somewhere interesting, and what it was, it turned out to be a surreal fairyland(nightmare).
 
      We rode through the countryside. We viewed country neighborhoods, with people all working together, seemingly perfectly happy.  It seemed like a happy land, but who were these people.  They all seemed connected.  It seemed alien to me.  When we got to where we were going it seemed like some sort of folk fest, with merchants and booths, jugglers, and lots of food.  There were men dressed like happy clowns, and some like drag queens.  The men were with men, and the women who had a butch appeal were with women just a little cuter.  I was confused why I was brought here, and I got a little paranoid.
 
      What town was this?  What state was I in.  The two people that brought me here seemed like a normal straight couple.  They had a huge pick up truck.  The man was grungy, like he worked outside most of his life, or maybe he was a hardcore alcoholic, who maybe smoked too much weed, and dug ditches for a living out in the sweltering heat.  The woman, you could tell she was pretty herself once, but life toughened her up.  You could tell that she was the type to stand by her man. They were in league with this organization, bringing undesirables, or failures to this world, to blend, and fit in.
 
      I got scared, and paranoid, and the first thing I checked was my anus, to see if I was violated in anyway.  And in my horror, I found sticky jizz oozing from my ass.  I couldn't believe this.  My biggest fear had come true.  I asked myself who did this to me, and who brought me here??
 
      The couple brought me to the person responsible for this(the person who had me violated), and who it was, was not surprising.  It was my girlfriend of four years.  She looked the same as I remembered her, but different at the same time.  She wasn't the person that I came to know.  She was deceptive, and deceitful... She betrayed me, and she was showing here true inner light.
 
     She looked at me like nothing had happened, and like she never saw me before. I remember that in our past relationship that she always made jokes, or perhaps attacked my masculinity in some ways that made me anxious, or made me mistrust her judgments.  After all, I tried my best to be the man in our relationship, but she wore the pants in a way that I didn't like.  I didn't want a woman to be in control my destiny, and in the end she brought me here anyways.
 
 She walked away with out a care, and I just looked around, scared that I was going to contract A.I.D.S, from the gooey jizz that was still oozing out of my ass.
 
      I wondered how I was going to get home, and who was willing to take me.  No one really showed any interest in helping me, treating me like I was just a number.
 
      The sun was shining regardless, to my dismay.  This place was like a fairyland, but to me it was a facade of something sicker.  This is when I woke up from this dream.  It made perfect sense to me.  It summoned up years of abuse, but now that I know this will it all stop.(Probably not)



The Spider's Delight.... (a story by Michael D'Orazio, circa 2010)


 (This story was based on a Dream I had in 2010)
      There once was a boy that walked through the field's one day. He sat by a tree reading the newest bestselling novel, when a spider spun it's web downward resting itself on the hand of the boy. It said to him quietly, "I want sweets!!"

"But you eat bugs", said the boy. The spider said, "I'm tired of eating the same old things. Bugs all taste the same to me. I want sweet things."

So after dark, the boy went into town to find a candy store that was still open for business. He stopped at a bar to check out this latest club that had just opened up. It was dark in there, with a man playing a menacing piano in the corner wearing a black tuxedo.

"Do you mind if I have a cocktail before we stop at the candy store", the boy said. The spider responded, "I guess so". So the boy sat down at the bar with the spider on his shoulder, and ordered a Manhattan, with sweet vermouth. He told the spider to have a sip, to satisfy him until the stopped at the candy store. The spider did take a sip, making him feel a little intoxicated.

The boy consumed the high priced elixir, whilst he admired the chilling sonata that was being played by the grim, pale, grey haired musician that sat at the piano. His tip jar was full of big bills. The boy didn't tip, because he didn't have any more ones.

The light in the room was filled with dim blue lights. All of the patrons there looked like vampires, drinking red wine, and wearing high priced black clothes, that were designed by big names.

After the boy took his last sip of the drink, he gave the cherry to the spider, and made his way to the candy shop, that was located just around the corner.

The store had just closed as the boy walked to the front door. All the candy that was displayed in the window, glistened, as the drunken spider relished himself into the beautiful imagery that was presented. The spider lost control of his senses, and demanded that he have the candy.

"Throw a rock at the window", the spider demanded.. The boy, easily influenced, grabbed a broken half-piece of brick that was lying on the sidewalk, and thought twice about what he was going to do, and looked both ways to see if anyone was coming. He took a deep breath, and half-heartedly threw the brick, through the glass window pain, exposing the delicious delights, that lay there enticing the spider's drooling mouth.

The spider ran, danced, flew across the arm of the boy, which bridged the gap between the boy, and the chocolates. The spider danced with glee, as the candy grew closer, and closer.

The spider, drunk, and in state of ecstasy, or frustrated anxiety, lifted his head high, with his many eyes closed, opened his mouth, and was going to take a huge chunk out of the creamy looking chocolate truffle that lay at the edge of the boys finger tips, and instead took a chunk out of the boys hand accidentally. The boy screamed in agony and smushed the spider all over his fingers, making sure that the spider was dead, and no longer able to hurt him.

The poison from the spider bite exploded some of the skin off his hand, and fell off. His fingers cramped, and contorted, as the boy cried to himself in horror. "What a travesty", he said to himself, and walked home in a state of misery, back to his mother's arms.

His mother was horrified by the look of the boy's hand, and put methylate, the red colored ointment on the exposed skin, and bandaged it. The boy went to bed, and dreamt of better things, sugar plums, and all that nonsense.

His mother opened the door of his room, and asked him while he was sound asleep, with the lights off, and said, "What's that alcohol doing on your breath"???

The End
M.D



Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Is Political Correctness Fascism???....(Quotes by Michael D'Orazio)

Just added this to my ABOUT page on my website....I will talk soon more about POLITICAL CORRECTNESS, and it's pitfalls....


(To Begin....Michael's SOLE PURPOSE is to fight against POLITICAL CORRECTNESS, and the people who GOVERN this THOUGHT POLICE... POLITICAL CORRECTNESS is a THREAT to your 1st AMENDMENT RIGHTS, and also it is a THREAT to ART, and LITERATURE... Also, it is a form of MIND CONTROL, forcing you to be OBEDIENT.  It's a form of MENTAL SLAVERY, and SUBMISSION.... You do not have to be POLITICALLY INCORRECT to notice that, if people cannot CONTROL your MIND, you will be PENALIZED, PUNISHED socially, and in some cases OSTRACIZED.... POLITICAL CORRECTNESS is a THREAT, and should therefore be RESISTED....to preserve and EMANCIPATE yourself from MENTAL SUBJAGATION...)   ---M.D.

The reason why Political Correctness is a threat to the older
generations, is simply because you can't teach "Old Dogs New Tricks", literally... I mean everything I learned and know as a middle aged man, is now being overturned, threatened, and broken, which ultimately is a threat to my whole psychic framework...Simply changing the fabric of my mind to conform to
an idiotic, and oppressive language as PC, is easier said then done...
I am being blamed literally for the subjugation of oppressed black people, cripples, retards, and touchy Semitic semantics, because Rich Liberal Fucks, had to change the language to insult people's intelligence, and intentions.  Changing our language to PC, is like telling me I can't use English anymore, and to learn another language in order to survive...Fuck that!!!.... I mean the freedom to choose our words, and not have to walk on eggshells, is the difference between being happy, and miserable.  Telling me to change my language, which should be my choice, is an oppressive stance to take, for the sake of perhaps hurting sensitive people, who know nothing about transcendence, or what it means to compromise the freedom to speak openly and freely....It's your choice really to accept this stupidity, or allow it to get more, and more tedious, or complicated.  I say RESIST...."


"Political correctness isnt just about slurs, or offensive lauguage its about communicating ideas that are real, true, or criticisms that may affect a class of people who take little responsibility or inflict injustices that affect all of society. With PC language, checks and balances are jeopardized, or compromised"


(on being both liberal and libertarian)
" It's possible to accepting of new ideas and also discarding new
useless ideas like Political Correctness. As an artist i am liberal but in the idea of free speech i am old school so that is where the libertarian comes in or perhaps the conservative bigot i may be for racially profiling people even though i inturn am not racist. I take from all political groups, and make my own religion in politics. I am moderate because of this.. I'm not radicalized on the right or left."


(on PC and literature)
"Gone with the Wind, came at a time when PC language, was not instituted.  It's a commentary on American history, which based itself on the truths of that time period.  Regardless, reality, and truth hurts, or reminds people of just how it use to be back then.... PC language, and it's fundamentals threatens to destroy literary classics, and limit the free speech of historians and writers of this day, and age... That is, if they are strong enough to not let it influence their work, so they can adhere to truthful principles.,,
As an Artist I try to be non-biased in my opinions, but facts remain, descriptions remain, and I find that under the influence of todays restrictions I find myself in a constant state of deep Rebellion..."

(On the argument of Slavery...)
"First of all the African slaves were enslaved by their own people,
then sold to white traders then shipped to North America where they were chained and shackled. I stress that white people did not invent the concept of slavery... Slavery dated back to Ancient times, and even the Egyptians who were considered colored, or Black, did in fact enslave the Jews. And of course later white people from the north, under the influence of Liberal Leader Abraham Lincoln, freed the slaves in the South during the Civil War.  Even so, it seems that all white people, and I mean all, are being blamed and left with the stigma of having been responsible for the slavery of what they then called "Negroes"... Most white people have absolutely no connections, or lineage, that may make them culpable, or responsible for what has happened in the past, I know that there are people who still carry the confederate flag, and still hate the color of a black person's skin...But white people who aren't to blame, carry the stigma and guilt, or the pain of having to bear that they may be karmically responsible just because they are white... Jesus said, "Break the Chain of Evil", but for some reason there is no forgiveness, or no ending of the madness that yesterday was not so savory, etc..... But besides that one race can't be responsible for the invention of slavery, Slavery existed everywhere in the world in different times in history."


(Questions....)
"Is Political Correctness, a dumbed down use of language for liberals to make people feel better about their shortcomings."

"Are Liberals in high places accused of creating a language that seemed to have good intentions in the beginning but later
became so extreme it limited free speech, and affected the
people who are forced to curb their expressive ideas, vocalize their frustrations, and deliberately censor their use of language, only to go lighter on those whom the language seemed to target."

Saturday, May 5, 2018

Nick Cave, BDS, and his shows in Tel Aviv, Israel...

Even though I consider myself a huge fan of Nick Cave's work, especially since he inspired most of my music and art for some 25 odd years, and I find his work to be truly inspiring, and even cutting edge... I definitely have a problem with him justifying his shows in Tel Aviv last year....  Roger Waters, Brian Eno, and other BDS(Boycott, Divestments, and Sanctions)activists including Palestinian Artists who belong to the cause urged Nick Cave to sign a list, boycotting Artists playing shows in Tel Aviv, Israel due to their treatment, and silencing of Palestinian Artists, and containing Gaza with border walls, and oppressing Palestinians for 5 decades, while investing in Hasbara(making them look good regardless, of the subjugation of Palestinians, and internal corruption growing in Israel etc)....

Nick Cave made up some bullshit excuse, for doing two sold out shows in Tel Aviv, saying something about being silenced, or bullied by Artists like Roger Waters,, and other activists (who are trying to establish a peaceful protest against Israeli rule of Palestinians), yet Nick Cave refuses to acknowledge the Palestinians being bullied and silenced, etc... I thought about this a lot due to my loyalty to Nick Cave, and his work... I thought a lot about it carefully... Weighed the facts, looked at both sides, and the conclusion I have come up with is that he is totally, and unutterably full of shit, for making up some lame ass excuse for playing Israel.... Roger Waters is right, and I am not even a fan of Pink Floyd, but he is right...Nick Cave is standing with the oppressor, disregarding human rights, and bypassing his morality for the sake of his career.  I can see Nick Cave's point in some ways though, his decision to play Tel Aviv, was an act of rebellion against being told what to do, and what not to do...But Nick, only a weak minded fool plays that game.  I lost total respect for you.... As a huge believer in what he has done with his work, his decision to play Tel Aviv, was a huge disappointment to me.... Because Israel's influence over the Palestinians permeates throughout the whole world... If Israel is oppressive in Israel they are oppressive around the world, and we are all affected.... Zionism has a dark side.... especially me not being a Jew that is.....

On Syd Barrett.... (the Biographies)

It's in my opinion that the whole Syd Barrett story is horse shit.
 It just doesn't add up. And without Syd Barrett's point of view the
 whole story is totally incomplete. "Vegetable Man", the song wasn't about Syd himself like they said. It was about a generation of hipsters who were drugged out social drop outs that had little
or no brains, to justify their own lifestyles. "Vegetable Man" was purely antagonistic, and the whole purpose was to speak to all those late sixties hipster druggies who thought they were real cool, and modern, even though their path was futile, destructive and perhaps vain... They wouldn't tell you that in Syd's biographies because it was their little secret not to give away any information
that would entice people, or artists to know what makes a song intensely influencial, or just a prank, or a bad joke. The joke's on you, and you don't even get it... Regardless that Pink Floyd dressed like their fan base(to mostly attract, and lure a highly influenced, easily molded type of character such as a hipster), but were smart enough not to get into the drugs, which ultimately secured their success's as Rock Stars...
Obviously. Why they lied in his biographies was just
to make Syd out to be more interesting then he actually was, and his contributions were so small that to say he was a genius was to overestimate his prowess and contribute to him just being a commercial product.  Although his solo work is fashionable, and well put together... I feel as though it says less logically, then most artist's work, and is more fragmented lyrically...
It doesn't communicate clear ideas.  It's more abstract, and illustrative, but doesn't speak deep lyrical meanings with a sort of clear logic... Maybe he was truly schizophrenic...

Yes "Vegetable Man" was just poking fun, and Syd bit off more
then he could chew... He took on too much too soon... The pressure
and stress obviously took it's toll, and he medicated with drugs, while being accompanied by crazy hanger-on's, slipping LSD into his morning coffee... I can only imagine what jealous people can do to a very delicate, fragile individual under a lot of stress... He had too much...Too much talent, style, good looks, and ability for anyone to totally not be contemptuously jealous... You can look at it from 20 different angles what was the real cause of his breakdown, because there were several reasons... But no matter how many books you read about Syd to try to find the answers you will always still have a question mark, because without Syd's side of the story, or point of view, we will never really know, only from an outside perspective, which makes this subject perplexing... Syd was broken... too broken to have fought back, and told his side of the story... and in the end, his best way of handling the situation was to escape, disconnect, retreat, and just get away from all those people who suffocated him with questions, and put pressure on him to come up with a new hit single, or perhaps material that could make the record companies money...
      I do believe Syd was a true Artist from what I read... he was not about commercialism, and definitely when Pink Floyd sold out to the commercial world, it bothered him... I keep telling myself that if Syd Barrett had the home recording devices we have now, he could have kept producing albums in the privacy of his own home at his own pace, experimenting...but the pressure of having to go to a real studio and work out ideas was too risky and too costly...  I believe he wouldn't have ended up being such a casualty if there was an opportunity to pick up the pieces...
     Back to the early days when he wrote "See Emily Play"...I asked some people what they thought that song meant... They always say "Tripping"... Well if you should know it's real meaning is about the mind games that women play... "Emily tries but misunderstands, she's often inclined to borrow somebodies dreams 'til tomorrow"...Which ultimately means she takes advantage of people who she's with..... "Let's try it another way, you'll lose your mind to play"... means the tables are being turned....
"Gazing in tree's in sorrow hardly a sound 'til tomorrow"... meaning she's sad  due to the consequences of her actions...  "Put on a gown that touches the ground", says she should be more modest, and "Float on the river forever and ever Emily"... meaning the protagonist of whom she's playing games wishes her dead after her downfall....  Such a Dark song... but a psychedelic pop song.....  Syd was dark no doubt... There was underlying themes that really showed he was in fact a precursor to the whole Goth movement later, I am sure he had some sort of impact on later post punk bands....