Posts Tagged ‘Rape

26
Jun
09

Michael Jackson, and the bullshit that followed.

So Michael Jackson died. My reaction to this is one that swings like a damn pendulum between utter apathy and surprise. I’m not surprised by the actual death, mind you, but by other people’s reaction to it. Yes, he did write some snappy pop tune in his day. No doubt about that. But he also molested children. That’s right. He was a fucking pedo. I think there’s little doubt about that anymore.

Him being acquitted equates to very little for me in this case. Just like the OJ Simpson trial, Michael Jackson’s two highly publicized trials only proved that a rich person can get away with anything in Los Angeles. It also helps your case if you are insanely famous. And that you would be raped, murdered and then raped again within 10 minutes of your incarceration. Who could pass up the chance to rape the King of Pop? I know I couldn’t.

My tone is harsh and brutal. The memories the kids have of the King of Pop placing their genitals in his mouth is probably a whole hell of alot more harsh and brutal, on top of being disturbing beyond all belief. The only way MJ could become any more disgusting and creepy would be if he returned from beyond the grave as some sort of unstoppable child-molesting zombie. Let’s hope the kids can find the magical pendant until then.

The social convention to celebrate someone when they’ve died no matter what they did in life is one I cannot fully understand. Let’s just be honest. Which is worse: being remembered as a troubled yet brilliant man with personal issues, or a two-dimensional character dancing on a stage in glittery pants? On a personal note – I’d rather be remembered as the asshole I was than some magical nymph-like creature that spread good will and tidings to all the world’s people while maintaining a killer bod which smelled of chamomile and thyme. Bullshit seems to be rampant in this area. Prune it just a little, please.

03
Nov
08

Random musings from a random mind.

On language:

The person who coined the phrase “A picture is worth a thousand words.” was clearly not familiar with minimalist photography. I’ve seen some pictures that could be summed up with a single sentence. Or a hand gesture.

If cash is king, does that mean that weed is the jester of the court? And what then is credit? Not to mention what ass is in this little period piece. I demand to know where all forms of payment stand in the social hierarchy of feudal despotism.

“Free speech zones” is such an oxymoron that I think you could actually stop time if you stand exactly half way between two of these areas and say something controversial. Either that or the very fabric of space will rip open like a bed sheet and cause the end of the universe. That’s powerful stupid.

That someone can be “legally blind” would seem to indicate that there are forms of blindness that are illegal. What would be the punishment for being illegally blind? A blind person probably fares pretty well in prison. It’s not like a blindey (a word for blind people I just made up) is going to get depressed by the view, or the lack of freedom to roam. What are the authorities going to do? Sew their ears shut?

On violence:

If a woman ever kicks me in the balls I’m going to punch her in the cunt at the first chance I get. I’ll swear to whatever imaginary character you want on that. I can’t even picture myself hitting a woman in any other situation (pun intended in every possible way). It’s not alright to strike nads, unless some sort of attempt at rape is involved. And even then there are nuances and levels.

Like in the movie Robocop when he shoots that rapist in the dick. That shit ain’t cool. OK? It’s excessive penis punishment. There’s an entire gray-scale when it comes to dick violence. You can’t just go around blowing blasting exploding off penises at every sign of trouble. When in doubt, aim for the face. That’s what I always say.

Think of the guy’s parents. I suspect they would much rather have a closed casket service and know that their son’s genitalia is at the very least still attached to his body. It’s comforting.

“Well thank God they shot him in the fucking face, huh?” – they’ll be saying.

On blogs:

Most bloggers write as if they’re trying to break their computers, and my tiny little brain. Random clusters of misspelled words describing their mind-numbingly boring activities. A mash of garbled words and meaning assault my senses. They should at minimum have the decency to punctuate properly. This will allow me to more easily discern when the first sentence is over. That way I can stop reading at the earliest possible moment, turn off my computer, go outside and weep a little for a language lost.

On love:

We all want to be loved, but we do not all get to be. The amount of love in the world is not equal to the number of people. Unfortunately some of us will have to do without at times. Think of it as a rolling blackout of love. All the more happy you will be when the light finally returns to your life, sooner or later.

Even the most evil and vile dictator, who has worked very hard at being feared, would much rather be loved. He just doesn’t know know how, since he’s a sociopath. Yet the yearning remains. There’s nothing abnormal or unusual or unnatural with the need to be loved. Just with some of the ways we go about trying to attain it. Beating someone to death with a strap-on is not acceptable, whatever the motivation behind it.

Love is if anything irrational. It can’t be quantified with reason or logic. We should not even try. To do so would be to diminish it. To make it into something less than it deserves to be. Maybe some find it alluring to try to decide what love ought to be in their lives and when it is to appear.

To me, it just seems preposterous. You’re the master of your own fate, not of the very essence of your being.