Weblog

Thursday, 14 August 2008

Tuesday, 12 August 2008

  • Currently Listening
    The Ascension
    By OTEP
    Confrontation
    see related

    LESS THAN 48 HRS! WE NEED YOUR HELP!

    ...OTEP NEEDS YOUR HELP...

    SO WE CAN SECURE A SPOT TO PERFORM
    AT THE DEMOCRATIC NATIONAL CONVENTION IN DENVER, CO
    ON AUGUST 25, 2008!!!

    WE HAVE LESS THAN 48 HRS
    TO GET THE MOST REGISTERED VOTERS!!!

    REGISTER TO VOTE & SEND IT TO A FRIEND:

    CLICK BELOW:


    RE-POST THIS EVERYWHERE!

    BLOGS.
    BULLETINS.
    WEBSITES.


    Copy/paste the code below to grab the banner:


    LET'S SHOW THEM WHAT OTEP FANS CAN DO!

    STAND UP!
    SPEAK OUT!
    STRIKE BACK!


    - TEAM OT3P

Thursday, 31 May 2007

Tuesday, 08 May 2007

  • UPSTATE.

    Today, I find myself somewhere in the American Northeast on a highway in desperate need of repair. Who knows where all of our tax dollars go? This is ridiculous. Someone should capture the irresponsible lout charged with keeping our roads in working condition and mash his groin into mush with a pair of iron cleats. This is why this country will never be able to accomplish what the Roman Empire did. Those egoistic pagans knew how to build a road. And an arch. And aqueducts. And they knew how to keep the oligarchs in check, the locals appeased, and the barbarians underfoot. They took pride in knowing how to vanquish an enemy, how to fill a fucking pothole, and how to make eunuchs out of any and all upstarts that might threaten the sovereignty of the mighty Roman imperial machine.

    But no, not us. Here, we let everything go to shit and blame the former era for not doing their part. But, as we join the chorus of condemnation we too become another appendage of the great generation of inaction. It's no longer any good to practice our drive-by Patriotism at sporting events, to stand and cross your heart and sing as many broken lines of the National Anthem as you can remember. No, heathens. Now it's much more fashionable (and expected) to exercise that pointer finger so much so that it never suffers fatigue. Learn it, remember it, the American mantra: "Not us, them!" Indeed.

    By the way, you have some real winners in this part of the country. And I mean it. True darlings of the American dream. Just last night, during our performance, a few square-jawed Patriots let their noble colors show. One upstanding citizen started a fight with a rather large black fellow working security for the club. (I only point out his race so that you understand how vulgar this gets.) This high-minded citizen was told to leave after breaking a few bottles in the mosh area but refused. Instead, he was suddenly infected with diarrhea of the mouth and began spraying the infamous "n-word" all over the place and its patrons. After a brief yet delirious struggle, he was promptly removed from the venue. Hoorah. But then, not to be outdone, another loyal Patriot of the American legacy let spew from his oafish, underdeveloped cerebellum a sparkling example of 21st century thinking. Before even arriving at the venue, he had (obviously) drunk himself blind but not mute. Throughout most of the opening of our set his sole focus was to gain my attention by making obscene and unusual hand-to-mouth gestures. I honestly thought he was retarded and showing some sort of advanced loss of muscle control. When I didn’t respond or acknowledge his puerile propositions his alcohol-fueled emotions leapt out of control. He jumped and pushed his way to the front of the crowd, opened his mouth and shat out a series of vowels that I'm not quite sure could be construed as actual language rather it was more of a simian mesh of grunts and primitive gestures. The only phrase he was able to utter with any sort of clarity is one that most find extremely distasteful (at least in this country). He raised his fist at me and grunted a noxious syllable’d libretto: "You CUNT". I could see the recoil of disgust from everyone around him and the sudden, terrified glances back to me curious as to what I might do next. But remember, these types of assaults can only injure if you let them. Besides, something occurred to me, was it possible that my mere existence was so much of a threat to him that he had to devolve into a state of sub-human oafishness and bypass any and all other insults and go right for the throat? Am I that destructive to his sense of self that he had to move right past "bitch" or "whore" or even "fuck you" and launch the linguistic equivalent of an atomic strike? Perhaps. So, I smiled. He looked surprised. At least, I think it was surprise. A mongrel shit-head like that could have just been experiencing gas. But I digress. Indeed, he looked unsure at my smiling reaction. And so I confidently replied, "Oh, I'm a cunt, am I? Well, you know what they say?  You are what you eat. That must be why you're an asshole."

    The rest of the crowd cheered and then mocked him as one of the security officers quietly took him away.

    This is why I remain a strong proponent of the Darwinian Imperative. Thin the herd. End the cycle. Starve them out. Terminate their ability to propagate. Ladies, set a standard. Only breed with men who can spell at least one 4 syllable word like: thermometer or chrysanthemum. Then, through a systematic reorganization of certain levels of society, we can expel these lesser apes to the House of Municipal Repair where they can begin the restoration of these damned, decaying highways denigrating our imperial legacy. It was good enough for the Romans, and that’s good enough for me. Here, here. Together, we can build a bigger, brighter, bolder, swine-free society.


Thursday, 19 April 2007

Custom Module

HTML Inserted Here

OTEP-INSPIRED FAN ART!

VIDEOS

JOIN OUR STREET TEAM

CLICK BELOW TO JOIN OUR STREET TEAM *