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As anyone who knows me well can tell you, I’m a very affectionate person.  I touch a great deal, I like to hold hands when I walk with a partner or friend, and people I love are likely to hear me tell them so at least once every time I see them (and most of the times I text with them).  I don’t form romantic partnerships easily, and when I do they tend to be long-lasting (and devastating to me when they end); while they endure I enjoy spending time with my partner and having special things we do together, even to the point of having pet names and private jokes and all that good stuff.  I’m telling you all this so that you understand that I’m not actually biased against love or romance when I say that in the West in general and the US in particular, the “couple” has become a cultic totem second only to “The Children!” in repulsiveness and maladaptation.

Now, I’ve been part of couples for a large fraction of my adult life, and probably so have most of you reading this.  But in all that time, I have never tolerated a partner who attempted to own me, control me, or monopolize my time.  Jack’s childish jealousy was one of the reasons we fought so much and broke up so often, and even as a young adult I was never very sympathetic to girlfriends who whined that their boyfriends had interests other than them and didn’t want to spend every fucking free minute with them.  I’ve always disliked Valentine’s Day, and one of the reasons my relationship with Matt endured for 14 years was that he traveled a great deal and had interests other than me.  So when I saw these creepy things in a tweet recently, they reminded me of the hallucinations Greg Kihn’s character has when looking at the wedding guests in this video:

Sorry, couples; you’re not actually “one flesh” with a conjoined circulatory system, and it won’t hurt you to sit separately for the length of a domestic flight:

Alaska Airlines faces a public-relations storm after a gay couple were forced to give up their seats on a flight from New York City to Los Angeles…to make room for a straight couple.  Though the complainant …accepted an apology from Alaska, which said the outcome was a mistake [due to the gate agent’s being given incorrect information] and not reflective of any disrespect, dissemination of the incident on social media has damaged the airline’s image…as…gay-friendly…David Cooley, owner of a popular upscale gay bar in…West Hollywood…[was] on board [with his partner] in their assigned premium seats when a gate agent asked his companion to give up his seat and move to [steerage] so that another couple could sit together.  Although Cooley…protested that the two men were also a couple and wanted to sit together…the agent insisted that his traveling companion had to either move to coach or get off the plane…

NOBODY, single or coupled, queer or straight or asexual, should be forced to move from their seat so a “couple” can sit together.  What the fuck is that about, really?  “Hi, you need to move because these two people like to shove their body parts into each other’s orifices.”  Really?  Wanna sit together?  Plan ahead & get reserved seats; done.  And if you have those seats, as Cooley and his partner did, you shouldn’t be forced to move for those who didn’t (and certainly not moved from First Class back into the cattle car).  I’ve been separated from partners on planes because of circumstances (standby flying, last-minute plans, poor planning on our part or whatever) before and we lived.  But then, we weren’t the devotees of a weird religion which teaches that we somehow deserve precedence over other people because we habitually boink each other.

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Never call the cops for any reason whatsoever.

I write it all the time, and I’m not the only one who expresses similar advice.  And yet, I am never at a shortage for examples with which to embellish the repetition, because the stupid, the foolish, the naive, the delusional, and the evil call them all the time, as do bootlickers, copsuckers, quislings, collaborators, prohibitionists and lawheads.  Despite the plethora of examples of cops arriving on the scene and beating, tasing, maiming, raping, arresting or even murdering the subject of the call (or the caller, innocent bystanders, children, pets, each other, and even people in different houses or even different neighborhoods), people who lack either sense, morality or a solid connection to reality just keep on calling them, either out of the childish misbelief that these thugs’ job is to “help” or “protect”, or because they’re sociopaths who actually want to inflict harm on others and fail to comprehend that it could (quite literally, if the cops are bored and decide they want to liven things up with  “dynamic entry”) blow up in their faces.

It doesn’t matter what reason you think you have; don’t call them for any reason whatsoever.  No, your reason is not different, as you may learn the hard way when someone you love ends up jailed, beaten or dead.

Don’t call them because you see someone with something you think is a weapon.

Don’t call them if you see something you’ve heard is a “sign” of “sex trafficking”.

Don’t call them because somebody is doing something you don’t understand.

Don’t call them because somebody is reading, resting, or sleeping.

Don’t call them because you see a mixed-race couple or family.

Don’t call them because you’re “suspicious” of your neighbor.

Don’t call them because you’re “worried” about somebody.

Don’t call them because you think you see or smell drugs.

Don’t call them because somebody talked to your kid.

Don’t call them because someone is taking pictures.

Don’t call them because somebody pissed you off.

Don’t call them because someone looks “foreign”.

Don’t call them to ask for a “welfare check”.

Don’t call them because someone is black.

Don’t call them to “report” anything.

Don’t call them at all.  Period.  And don’t call 911 either, because that also results in the cops being called, and whatever information you gave the operator is unlikely to be passed to the cops, which means they’ll arrive in an even greater state of ignorance than the one they generally go about their business in.  Don’t call the FBI, ICE, CPS, EPA, or even campus police or security guards, because they’re all just different kinds of cops.

And if somebody else calls the cops, do not talk to them except to ask if you are being detained, and if you’re free to go.  Do not joke with them, flirt with them, respond to their conversational gambits, answer “a few simple questions”, try to “help” them, get too close to them, let them into your house, consent to a search, or anything else unless they have a warrant and you have read it and recognize that it does indeed name you (in which case, you’d better look like getting your lawyer on the phone pronto).  If they say you are indeed under arrest, shut up except to say “I want my lawyer.”  Do not accept any excuses they give about why you can’t have one or don’t need one.

Cops are not your friends, and they are not “public servants”; they are thugs hired by the ruling class to extract money from you and keep you in your place.  And your best strategy is to treat every encounter with them as an encounter with a dangerous, unpredictable, rabid wild animal who may maul you for no reason you can adequately comprehend.

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I put [Nazi flyers] on anybody’s vehicle no matter what their race.  –  Andrew Angel

Here’s another favorite from the ’70s; note that the protagonist would have done well to heed my admonition, “Never call the cops for any reason whatsoever”.  The links above the video were provided by Brooke MagnantiMyles Jackman,   Kevin MarksAmy AlkonNun Ya, and Radley Balko (x2), in that order.

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I can’t breathe.  –  David Dungay

A string quartet of hot Russian chicks playing a KISS cover?  What’s not to like?  And the one in the Paul Stanley makeup is especially cute.  The links above the video were provided by Franklin HarrisThe H.P. Lovecraft Historical SocietyTushy GaloreMike SiegelDave Krueger, and Scarlet Alliance, in that order.

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Be mindful of your surroundings and don’t feed sharks.  –  Melissa Brunning

Mocking brutal dictators is a long tradition, exemplified by Spike Jones’ “Der Fuhrer’s Face“.  But due to his megalomania and bizarre antics, the monstrous Idi Amin was an especial favorite of comedians from Peter Cook & Dudley Moore to Richard Pryor.  This is a song by the British comedian John Bird, which I first heard on The Doctor Demento Show when Amin was still in power; I thought of it last week when I realized that Trump is a lot like Amin in many ways.  The links above it were provided by ClarissaPhantom JokerScott GreenfieldKevin WilsonNun Ya, and Tim Cushing, in that order.

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It was very heavy handed — and it was meant to send a message.  –  Michael Eymer

I like unusual song covers, but this video is just plain weird.  The links above it were provided by Clarissa, Amy AlkonJesse WalkerMike ChaseCharles HillFranklin Harris, and Mistress Matisse, in that order.

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The moral of this story is don’t call the cops.  –  Janus Cassandra

Another video demonstrating the awesomeness of what segregationists decry as “cultural appropriation”, provided by Emma Evans.  The links above it were contributed by Franklin HarrisJesse Walker (x2), Brooke MagnantiMarc Randazza, and Scott Greenfield (x2), in that order.

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