Playlist for 06-24-06

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The Genocydal Empyre v2.0

Playlist for 6/24/06

10:00pm - 3:00am EST

1. The Genocydal Empyre v2.0 (Faith And The Muse - Cantus) (6:06)

2. WRR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

3. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

4. DJ Genocyde's Tales From The Blogosphere 06 - 24-06 (13:17)

5. Starlit - Muther (3:47)

6. Collinwood 13 - Music Box (4:24)


7. WRR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

8. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

9. Under Darkest Skies - On Through A Fractured Forest (Part I) (2:54)

10. TradeskiN - The Left Behind (4:26)

11. Charlie Drown - Lithium Nephalim (2:58)


12. WRR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

13. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

14. Collide - White Rabbit (3:41)

15. Immune System - HippieKillDisco (3:51)

16. Girls Under Glass - Frozen (unreleased track) (5:03)


17. WRR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

18. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

19. Dyksick - X Communications (5:19)

20. Drones - Bring It (3:34)

21. Starlit - Muther (KMFDM Remix) (6:26)

22. The Genocydal Empyre - Outro (0:48)

Why I Can't Take Tammi Anywhere.

Okay, now I know that many women all over the world say that men as a whole do things that are utterly embarrassing to them in public. What you don't understand is that there are women who do these things as well.

This is the story of one day's wild randomness with a hint of a Fuck You Cannon that got aimed toward me at it's end.

It took me awhile to get to the address she'd given me. Two days of hitching rides and signing autographs from truckers who liked using laptops with wireless internet connections to listen to my show turned out to be a harrowing experience. I was almost certain one of these truckers was completely twisted on drugs whenever he talked of the Alien being he was transporting in his trailer to Area 51. Nevertheless, I'd arrived in Texas and the mayhem that I'd experienced on the road turned out to be just a prelude to the madness that was to come.

The greetings were all hugs and smiles. My own tortured flesh had recieved little to no daylight in the travel, making the horrid scarring less apparent. A long conversation ensued and, after a moment, a silence filled the room.

"Come on," she said, "Let's go, I have something to show you."

I thought that if she had something to show me, that it would be something I'd possibly never seen before. While I barely knew her and most of what I knew of her came from blogs, emails and IMs, I thought this would be something interesting. It didn't take long to reach the storage unit and I wondered what it was we were doing here. Perhaps another large tube filled with green luminescent liquid contained another lifeless corpse of an alien. When she opened it, there was only one of those foam noodles kids used for swimming. She was grinning at me and giving me these looks that I thought were somewhat leering in nature. Then....it happened.



This...is wrong....funny...but wrong

I stood in complete shock. She was really enjoying herself. Her moans of ecstacy were reverberating off the walls of the tin and others who were at their respective units came to see what was going on. I smiled and nodded to them as the entire act began to resemble something from one of those movies featuring famous strippers really getting into their X-Rated dances. I must admit, I was really beginning to wish we had a stereo system. I was just about to enjoy myself when...



Should I Be Seeing This?

At this point, I was unable to tell whether this was part of the X-Rated Experience or if she was attempting in full to imitate the French Taunter from Monty Python And The Holy Grail. Had I known I was going to be in for a day like today, I'd have taken along my collection of bobby socks for which I have an extreme fetish.

I heard gasps of horror behind me. Others were applauding with me. I knew only one thing...Bunny was not going to like hearing about this particular day and Rayne was going to give me hell about it later.

I won't go into the rest of what she did. Some of it was as masochistic and depraved...even by my standards.



Okay! Okay! It Was A Joke!

Now before Tammi gets hotter than a Summer Day in the Middle of July on the planet Mercury, I now reveal to you this little fact.

Tammi, YOU'VE JUST BEEN PUNK'D!

In all honesty, the pictures actually surfaced from Ringo. Tammi tricked me into signing up another account on that thing when I can't even remember my password from the first one. Well, I saw the pics and I thought, "Oh that's so wrong...but I can't stop looking."

So Tammi, I hope you're not pissed at me for this little light-hearted joke. Trust me, it could be worse, I have a pic of Fred with Dubya that's really convincing.

LOL Hey, what are friends (fiends perhaps?) for, right?

Podcasting For Morons

Ok, It's down there below the Profile snippet. Now, what's happened is this. So far there are Three podcasts.

1. Interview With Terracorpse.
2. Interview With Betrayal
3. Lord Genocyde - Change Your World

Feel free to take a listen to any of them and yes, they're downloadable so you can save them for later or whatever you wanna do.

I'm also using the same podcasting on my myspace site (click the banner at the top to visit there) and more interviews will be added in as time passes. For anyone who's going to request the Fred Brito or Poker Face Interviews...those are going up next. Hang in there, this stuff takes awhile.

I'M PODCASTING!!!!!

But I screwed up on the Betrayal interview...yeah, dumbass me didn't listen to the playback before I uploaded it. I'm going to re-edit that one and repost it. There's more to come and I'm moving the player to my sidebar. Guess what that means. If you missed a show, you can still hear the interview. To reach the back catalog of interviews, all you have to do is click the "posts" button and the rest will pop up. After that, you pick, click and listen.

The New Universal Theme Song For My Posting

Into The Savage Wasteland Of The Mind

My breathing came hard but steady. My legs pumped furiously in their savage attempt to build speed.

That's what I wanted, speed. A Tokyo drift speed. To feel the air sailing over my head as the sweat rolled and my thighs burned. They'd feel like jelly afterward. I was out of shape and badly so. Not having worked out on this thing all winter had left my legs in ragged shape. Still, I kept going on the Mongoose mountain bike in what seemed to me a blazing path up hills and down them with my heart thudding in the desperate attempt to keep the blood flowing. The speed I wanted on this thing was insane and could not be accomplished by physical means. I wanted nothing more than blinding speed. To where? The crossroads between Uncertainty Boulevard and Unknown Destination Highway. The only two roads in my life that I've ever known.

They're straight shots into some nameless oblivion, you see. You don't know your destination until you arrive and, like Roland The Gunslinger, the only thing you know at the end of the day when your destination becomes a ghost town is that the world moved on without you and it's up to you to catch up to it. It's frightening in some way, never knowing where you're going until it's too late and the only thing that is for certain is that everything is subject to change. Having to face that kind of thing on a regular basis is the worst trip in the world.

Within this journey are all the classic elements of novels. Man versus nature comes into play where we all end up jockeying for position, knowing nature will win and we will lose...horribly so. Man versus man is the next logical step when we find ourselves beset by The Adversary at all times, working through others to try and drag us down. Sometimes, it seems we are lost and hopelessly lost at that. Then, that one person out there will reach out with something, maybe a hand, a kind word or two. They'll pick you up and carry you just far enough and drive into you the fact that failure is not an option. Somewhere in the in-between, we're faced with the ultimate battle; man versus himself. That look into a twisted reflection of yourself when you know it's better to slip in, give in and just let go. Let the darkness take you and leave it to it. Then, there is the other side that screams and rages and you don't know you're doing it until you find yourself with a shattered mirror and pieces of it embedded into the skin and bone of the knuckles of the fist you used to shatter it. You're not even really aware you're screaming until you wake up, thrashing violently, wondering just whether or not what you experienced is real.

That's when most look to the sky to ask God if He's still there. They ask if He still hears them. They wait and wait for an answer...and sometimes it never comes. They watch as people fall and are unable to do anything about it and they wonder if God in all His Infinite Wisdom is laughing at them. Then, it's back on the horse, more broke than when you started, nearly broken to boot with nothing but the wind at their backs and more open road amidst desolation that stretches for miles in the heat. The first moments of the ride are blinding speed. They take the place of all the anger and frustration. Some will suffer millennia of it and their lives are as hard and as fast as any rally race ever seen on the planet. Some have a lot of atonement to bear.

At the end of every one of these rides for me is a final stop by the one place I have left as a sanctuary. It's a baseball field. Long after the crowds are gone and the concession stands shut down, I go there, hitch the bike to the fence and walk about, not really doing anything in particular but wondering if maybe the world will move on once I reach the next destination. I wonder if I wouldn't be better off just blowing through, rambling on into the next place. Perhaps it might even be best to double back and let the rest of it just go on without me. I sit there in the darkness of that small sports complex, somewhat comforted by the darkness, feeling as though I'm part of it. It's no secret that the sun hates me with a nuclear capability but this present darkness, it feels right to me. It's home. I'm certain it's what will prevent much in my life. It will hinder many different relationships and I'll forever be construed as an oddity. Still, this is my home, cloaked within it, with a player full of illegal MP3s slung around my neck singing their twisted lullabyes to me.

"Oh how I wish
for soothing rain
all I wish is
to dream again..."

Nightwish "Nemo"

Everything Burns

I was enshrouded in total darkness. Though the brightness of the day had made it a day for swimming, sweat-drenched sport and the activities of children out of school enjoying a carefree summer, I laid in a darkened room in one of the deepest slumbers, untouched by nightmares. The foil on the bedroom's only window kept the dreaded rays of unforgiving Louisiana sunlight away from me and, for a moment that stretched for long hours, I laid there, unaware, untouched.

I was safe there, of this I'm certain.

"Is he okay?" a voice asked.

"He's cold," another responded. I felt someone's fingertips on my hand. I must have been awakening by then.

"Mom said he was sick," a younger voice added with a worried tone.

"Oh shit," one of them whispered, "Is he even breathing?"

My eyes slowly opened, my brain working like the indestructible black box recording device installed in all aircraft today, recording every piece of information to be contemplated and understood later. The hall and bathroom lights had been switched on, providing the only light in the room. The faces of two teenage twins and their little brother were staring at me. All of them breathed and looked at me in what I've concluded to be a mixture of fright and relief.

I remember. I had been sick that morning. The night before as well. I'd been running too hard, too heavy and my body was paying dearly for it. It was then that I concluded that I was getting too old for this shit. Maybe not in body, but in essence. Even though the day had been hot, I was freezing. It was like a morgue in that bedroom and I'd just scared the hell out of three kids.

"What time is it?" I asked, still trying to shake the cobwebs and adjust my eyes to the light.

"Dude! It's eight-thirty!" Kody answered, "You scared the shit out of us!"

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" I asked him. Talk about the pot and kettle.

"Not like you do," Jody answered.

"Ohh," I retorted, "That's fucked up, dude."

I'd been out since five in the morning, possibly longer. I'd needed to turn in early, but I couldn't remember much about the night before. The kids knew I never slept past three thirty in the afternoon. That was what raised the first red flag to them. The second was when my demon-roar snoring had ceased...for three hours. The third was when they had come home to notice I wasn't milling around the house, helping them out with whatever menial chores I could get away with doing as Cyndi didn't want me doing fuck all except cooking whenever I could. When all of these factors combined, they began to worry and then that was compounded when I wouldn't respond to them calling out for me, shaking me, or levelling nasty insults at me which I'm sure they didn't mean. When the effects of the arctic blast from the central air unit had been felt upon my tortured flesh (which can appear cold to the touch anyway) they were on the verge of panic.

I'd slept many days and nights in that house. I spent much of that summer there. There were times where I felt like a dad to those kids.

Tyler, the youngest of the three, had chosen to spend much of his free time around me. When he wanted to spend it with friends, he wanted me to tag along. I was more than happy to accomodate him. At nearly ten years old, he'd come up hard. Having no father around didn't help his situation, socially speaking. Tyler had had a corrective surgery (more would follow) on a cleft pallette with which he had been born. Aside form the small scar and sometimes coming out of school with another fight under his belt from some punk-ass bastard kid who decided to step into the realm of stupidity by cruelly teasing him about it, he was as normal as any other child his age.

Kody and Jody were the twins. While all three were active in one sport or another, Kody and Jody pursued sports like crazy. Jody seemed to bear a great weight on his shoulders, figuratively speaking. He was the introvert and never was much for being outgoing. I never told him but, to me, I found a real kindred spirit with him. Jody was the jokester and the extrovert. He was as much of a typical teenager as you could get. He'd run at life head-on making jokes about it all the while.

Back then, I hung out with them, braving the daylight and heat in favor of running them where they needed to go when their mom was at work, tossing around a football with them, eating popsicles and even cooking dinner sometimes when their mom was going to be late in getting home from work. Through all of this domestication, I found simplicity. I ended each day feeling as though I had accomplished something. It was both sanctuary from all the evil of which I was still unaware had beset me and their mother and it was home.

I guess, in some small way, for a short period of time, I found something as close to happiness as I'd had in years up until that point.

Unfortunately, it ended. Abruptly so. Imagine going for that cruise on an open highway in the world's fastest sports car and then a wall pops up. CRASH! ...and burn.

When it was over, I was back where I started only with things much worse than I could have ever imagined. Something Terrible was now face-to-force with me and had been for a very long time. The pieces to the puzzle weren't hard to put together.

Sometimes, evil can be fought with good but this type, I thought, was time for the tried-and-true method of fighting fire with fire. I had to reach deeply within myself and pull it to the surface. It was the core of my indifference, anger, hatred and the cold, uncaring desire for revenge. I used it. I became one with it and I fought back without mercy or compassion and with reckless abandon. That singular journey to take revenge on what separated me from a life that I'd only dreamed of being a part of was underway and with such hatred behind it, that it seemed to be the only purity that I'd experienced since then and it cost me more than any monetary amount placed on anything anywhere in the world. I met a part of myself during those dark times that I'd hated but felt I'd needed.

I could elaborate on that piece of the story but no one would believe it. All I'll say is that this wasn't physical in terms of a fight. This was warfare on a different plane altogether, a spiritual one and I was giving in to something malevolent. Some of you who have read my posts probably doubt that I'm capable of evil. I can tell you in all seriousness than I am. Each day I look in the mirror, si still see remains of that entity looking back at me. It was a part of me that was cold, heartless and empty except when it came to vengeance. It took over for nearly a year. I'm still unsure to this day how much destruction it caused and I'm not sure I wish to know.

That thing still sees me at times. I know this because I still see it.

Now, I look out my window and I see the wonderful moments in which I took part. The summer of 2004 was a great time to be alive. Nothing could touch me then. Nothing could change me then with the exception of a change for the better. The music was upbeat and lively and I could get lost in every moment of it. I'm almost certain that if I'd been left to it, I probably wouldn't be so cynical today. Then, I wasn't looking to be a social philosopher. I wasn't angry. I was blissfully unaware of the horrid realities of this insane world.

If I look out that window, I can still see the vast expanse of that beautiful wave and smell the rush of what riding it was like before a tempest ravaged it. I was riding the wave of being in love with life and the thrill of being part of something that mattered.

Now, when I look out that window, if I look in the right direction, I can see where that beautiful wave crested and broke in the face of it's stark interruption.

I still wonder where, if anywhere at all, I'm going. I still wonder what happens next. I still wonder if the wolf I fed still has strength enough to overcome me. I wonder all of this each day...and it scares the hell out of me.

Still, I keep in mind that, through all of that loss, there's still a world of difference to make somewhere. If I make a difference in any part of it, then I'll retire once more, enshrouded by darkness, untouched by nightmares, lying in such deep slumber, knowing the wolf I fed had starved to death and I'll find sanctuary once again.

-Damien Cross
DeQuincy, Louisiana
2:49 a.m. Central

"...and she screams
'til everything burns
everyone screams
burning their lives
burning my dreams

and all of his hate
and all of his pain
burn it all down
as my anger reigns
til everything burns"

Ben Moody feat. Anastacia "Everything Burns"

I Thought You'd Like To See This...(It's Outstanding!)

Walk Away

"It's a piece of shit. Walk away..."
-Bill Hicks on the movie "Basic Instinct"

Hollywood Celebrity has grown dangerous. Nightmarishly so. For those caught within the confines of the jaw of The Frenzy Beast, this is a great time for them. For those who want to be caught up in it again, they'll do any and everything to regain their Celebrity Skin once more.

Above is a piece of wisdom from comedian Bill Hicks, a genius who departed from us not so long ago. He never climbed to the A-list that I'm aware of. He didn't care who got offended at his jokes and he had no love for hecklers. He would lay entire groups to waste; nothing was sacred with him. When he took the stage only his opinion mattered and yours could take that flying fuck to a rolling donut for all he cared. Still, he refused to sell out his integrity for a few dollars. I admire and respect that.

When he said that Basic Instinct was a piece of shit, I doubted. I had to see for myself. He was right...total crap and I still can't see what the hell was so controversial about it. Now, they want to make a sequel. *YYYyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn*

Brokeback Mountain...a love story about two guys. I'm not homophobic but *Yyyyyyaaawwn* I am bored.

While we're on this subject, can I make a point that Ian McKellen (Gandalf, Magneto) is actually an out-of-the-closet homosexual. Do you know why I still watch his movies? Because he can act. Ellen DeGeneres never really made me laugh a whole lot. Some of her jokes were good but her TV show wasn't at all entertaining to me. When people began boycotting her for coming out, that's when I laughed. I laughed at the stupidity people displayed when one part of a celebrity came out of the woodwork. Rosie O'Donnell is gay? Nice, great, move on. Queer Eye For The Straight Guy? Metrosexual? Excuse me?

I'm sorry, I didn't know we were repressed to the point of "HOLY SHIT LET'S GIVE 'EM A TV SHOW!" Again *yyyyyyaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwn*

In the words of Bob And Tom.....MAN, I don't Care!

Hey, everyone, listen to me when I say this. When celebrities can make you react like this, to give it creedence where it wasn't due in the first place, and you won't react to your corrupt politicians because you care more about Tom Cruise implanting some Creepy Scientology Alien inside Katie Holmes while his pod double goes jumping on couches...that's sad.

Look, let's take Charlie Sheen for example for just a moment. Twenty years ago, he came out living the life of excess and still getting movie deals. Good for him. Now, he's serious and he's gone on record trying to get people to open their eyes about what really happened on 9/11. What does his opposition do? Pull the shit out he did twenty years ago. Paaaaaaaaaathetic.

Still, there are a relative few who back him and yeah, I'm one of them. This is a Celebrity who is trying to help people and all they can do is bitch about what he did Twenty years ago. I've seen many many musicians, actors, personalities and reporters do so many stupid things that so many have lost their minds over and we have only a handful...just a few who try to do something to help our social ills and what is the response? Character assassination. Again, Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaathetic.

Most who attempt this kind of thing are widely illiterate, ignorant, and they hate having to admit to one simple fundamental fact: they're wrong.

So what do we have to turn to in order to keep from having the examples made of us as well? Well, quite simple. Turn on your TV and look at the drivel that's being shown. Hollywood is running out of ideas faster than the White House and their reference drawer of lies on which to sell the public.

Still, there are those who'll throw their reputations away in favor of those nuts and hey, I'm one of them because of one simple fact. That simple fact is that I didn't get to where I'm at by worrying about what people thought of me. Think of me what you will it's none of my business and I'll warn you right now, this second. The minute I become rich and famous...forget eccentricity. It's been done to death. Damn straight. I'm going fuckin wiiieeeeerrrrrrd. Oh yeah, I'm having Tom and Katie over for a silent dinner. I'm gonna have Tom educate me on the ins and outs of Scientology. I may or may not ever convert but guaranteed I'll still excersize my right to NOT be ignorant about it forever. After that it's hanging with Johnny Depp or maybe an afternoon with Charlie Sheen as I have them all on my show eventually. Why? Because that's the way I want it.

I'll play to all the "bad publicity" and do nothing to stop it. Why? Hey, people will continue to believe what they want to believe.

Hollywood Celebrity these days has become the most culturally dangerous thing on the face of the planet. Why? It's what our culture responds to time and again. It's no longer musicians getting together singing "We Are The World" or many of them joining the fight against diseases that I'm sure have cures by now. It's not. Now it's the Enquirer, TV Guide and how many crappy reality TV shows are out there like The Newlyweds which got cancelled the minute that the divorce proceedings started. Face it, Dog The Bounty Hunter and Cops were perfectly fine. The Osbournes was something I could handle and enjoy but I don't give a crap about Nick and Jessica to be honest. Bring MTV back to what it's supposed to be and cut out the crap.

MTV? It's a piece of shit, walk away.

Don't bitch at me about how Mission Impossible III sucked. You went in expecting that it would, you got your wish. It's a piece of shit, walk away.

VH1's new show Supergroup? Now that interests me but how many people have ever seen Evan Seinfeld perform his brutal bass solos at a Biohazard show? Are there any among that audience other than myself who remember him, Billy, Bobby and Danny being members of Biohazard when Headbanger's Ball interviewed them as they were recording State Of The World Address? How many people know that Evan is a vocalist as well? How many have heard the heralding doom of Brooklyn street life in his lyrics? Yeah, thought so. Sebastian Bach from Skid Row! Has anyone heard him sing since the Skid Row Split? He still sounds awesome! Ted Nugent! The man still kicks ass on a guitar! Scott Ian of Anthrax! Hell yeah, I can't think of a better man to partner up with The Nuge! Jason Bonham...whoa! I haven't heard much out of that guy but, while I haven't seen the show, I'd say the producers still picked some awesome personalities but my question is....why didn't they just do it themselves?

My biggest fears concerning this show:

Sebastian: Prettyboy frontman. Always has been, probably always will be. As with most prettyboy frontmen that dominated the charts back in the day....they had huge egos. That's why most of their bands never survived.

The Nuge: Holy shit. This dude likes for things to go his way. If you can't win the intellectual arguement with him, you're not getting your say in things.

Evan: Big dude, possibly meaner than a rabid pack of wolverines if cornered and married to a porn star. He looks like the type that would pummel you mercilessly and MAYBE apologize later....much later

Scott: Anthrax made him huge. Sometimes, guitarists clash with thier ideas. Might end up in a Celebrity Deathmatch with either fellow New Yorker Evan, The Nuge or Sebastian

Jason: He's got a Legacy to live up to and he has done it, no doubt. Others may tiptoe around him a bit.

The Supergroup show itself: It's another "Reality TV Series" that's no more reality than actually sitting in on your local supergroups in the making.

As far as reality TV series go, geez just go outdoors and interact.

Just remember when Hollywood Celebrities start giving you the blues....

It's a piece of shit, walk away.

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The Premier of Bumrush, Planet Of 9, Calling Hour, TradeskiN, Collinwood 13, Hope Arden's band Bad Camera, Rojo Diablo, Wait For Zero, Mercy Fall and Interviews with Betrayal and Terracorpse! Tune In, Amp Up, Get Down, Rock Out!!!



The Genocydal Empyre v2.0

Playlist for 6/11/06

12:00am - 3:00am EST

1. The Genocydal Empyre v2.0 (Faith And The Muse - Cantus) (6:06)

2. WRR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

3. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

4. Bad Camera - Trapped (DJ AKtor Remix) (4:27)

5. Collinwood 13 - Music Box (4:24)

6. Falling At Will - Frozen (4:52)


7. WRR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

8. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

9. Terracorpse - Fear (7:58)

10. MERCY FALL - Not Broken Down (3:40)

11. Planet of 9 - Falling Down (4:37)

12. Collide - Beneath the Skin (6:18)

13. Rojo Diablo - American Gomorrah (2:45)


14. WRR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

15. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

16. Betrayal - 11 Chances For A Bloody Hand (2:49)

17. Bumrush - Malignant (2:23)

18. TradeskiN - Conflict Without Resolve (6:23)

19. Wait For Zero - Real Friends Glow In The Dark (5:05)


20. WRR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

21. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

22. Calling Hour - Soaked In Red (4:56)

23. Immune System - HippieKillDisco (3:51)

24. SiNDADDY - Maniamerica (2:57)

25. Antitrust - Trust (3:55)


26. WRR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

27. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

28. Charlie Drown - Betrayer (5:56)

29. Encoder - Contraption (5:34)

30. KMFDM - Dogma (4:06)

31. The Genocydal Empyre - Outro (0:48)

Remember House Resolution 4752?

Here is some info for you....What I wrote is below it. Remember that if we aggressively approach them without tact, they won't listen.

-DJ Genocyde

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Looks like there's steps being taken....
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From: 666*ray*666
Date: Jun 5, 2006 12:49 PM

Johnny get your gun, you are going to need it.



From: Lone Wolf
Date: Jun 5, 2006 11:28 AM

From: NOLAJBS
Date: Jun 5, 2006 4:30 AM

H.R. 4752: Universal National Service Act of 2006
Mandatory Draft Bill Snuck In - To Be Debated 6-6-6

On February 14, 2006, Congressman Charles Rangel (Democrat - NY) introduced a bill (Universal National Service Act of 2006 - HR 4752 IH) aiming at drafting everyone - men and women alike - from the ages of 18 to 42 into the military for a minimum period of 2 years.

Or to quote the bill: "To provide for the common defense by requiring all persons in the United States, including women, between the ages of 18 and 42 to perform a period of military service or a period of civilian service in furtherance of the national defense and homeland security, and for other purposes."

The House is to convene on June 6 (06/06/06] to debate and possibly adopt this bill, that is, unless a vast public outcry succeeds in derailing this insanity, which you can do by writing a letter of protest to your congress person through http://www.conservativeusa.org/mega-cong.htm or http://www.webslingerz.com/jhoffman/congress-email.html

Phone calls are even better. The numbers of all US representatives are at:
http://clerk.house.gov/members/index.html

If you question the validity of this bill, go to:
http://www.govtrack.us/congress/bill.xpd?bill=h109-4


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And Here Is What I Wrote To Representative Christopher John:

Representative John,

Good Morning. I'm hoping that this email doesn't get lost in the many. My name is Damien Cross and I am in opposition to H.R. 4752 due to the fact that, speaking for myself, I find myself both ethically and morally appalled at the act of war.

Like many of my friends, I'm of the mind that killing is not only needless and useless but it is preventable and it is avoidable.

Does this mean that I hold this moral and ethical code against our soldiers currently serving? Not at all. Many of them had their reasons for enlisting and I cannot bring myself to apply my ethics and morals to them. This is the true price of freedom in this nation, simply letting others do as they wish whether I agree to it or not.

To me, mass killing of people is an abhorrent act and we have laws in this nation against the killing of people. There are currently convicted murderers sitting in prison right now and the taxpayer is paying out hundreds of thousands of dollars to house them for life in a lot of cases. If it is a crime and is immoral here then the same applies to another country. With that, I must also add that taking a non-combative part in a war effort would make me as morally and ethically accountable for people being killed as though I've done it myself. I would take on a responsibility for that killing. I refuse in any way to be responsible for anyone's death or injury.

Taking part in or directly contributing to someone's death denies that person a chance to change and, for some who have directly contributed, that part is hard to "turn off" in terms of conscience.

Representative John, I'm a firm believer in the sanctity of life. Not just yours or mine or even this great nations Way of Life but of ALL life regardless of opinion, color, creed, background, etc. Each human life on this planet represents one possibility that the quality of life for everyone in this great planet of ours may become better.

There are a great many serving their communities by doing things independently and that's what we need more of. More of this would simply take away from service of all respective communities independently and it would only further serve to weaken this great nation as well.

I would hope that you would see that many of us who live as we do are hoping to change the world...starting with ourselves, serving to set ourselves as the examples for the rest of humanity but doing so silently.

If each of us could take on such a task, we could strengthen this nation and our entire society as a whole. Then, we could truly call ourselves higher beings by using our minds instead of violence.

I thank you for your time and your consideration.

Sincerely,
Damien Cross

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The Genocydal Empyre v2.0

Playlist for 6/7/06

2:00pm - 4:00am EST

1. The Genocydal Empyre v2.0 (Faith And The Muse - Cantus) (6:42)

2. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

3. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

4. Murderdolls - 197666 (2:19)

5. Marilyn Manson - 1996 (4:01)

6. KMFDM - Free Your Hate (5:17)


7. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

8. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

9. Andraculoid - Grave Danger (Skeletal Meltdown & Andraculoid collaboration) (4:26)

10. Cockfight Club - If I Knew Black Magic (6:56)

11. Collide - Beneath the Skin (6:18)


12. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

13. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

14. Charlie Drown - Confession #666 of Sister Chaos (7:06)

15. Encoder - Rush (6:09)

16. Godsmack - Voodoo Too (5:26)


17. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

18. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

19. Poker Face - Break Free (5:44)

20. Head Drone - Looking Glass (3:15)

21. Immune System - Weltanschauung (3:40)

22. Antitrust - Trust (3:55)


23. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

24. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

25. SiNDADDY - Terrorama (3:36)

26. Reism - Demons (4:33)

27. Within Temptation - Stand My Ground (3:52)

28. Mankind is Obsolete - Puppet (3:36)

29. KMFDM - Dogma (4:06)

30. The Genocydal Empyre - Outro (0:48)

Report From The Field.

English, The National Language?

I know that I'm going to sound a bit racist and even inconsiderate but I will give you reasoning behind it. Even if you don't agree with me, that's fine, you have the difference of opinion but know that I don't totally agree with you on this issue.

I've seen some of the bulletins on MySpace coming out about making English the national language and it has some people up in arms that they're legislating hatred towards others from different cultures. I disagree. Leave the foriegn language classes in schools as electives and give the kids who take them the credit but if you're coming into the country with no knowledge of the English language, you suffer the disadvantage.

Why do I say this? Well, let's say I come into your home. As a guest, I must conform to the customs of your home if I have any respect for you whatsoever. If it's my custom to do certain things at certain times, I'll let you know. If it's not cool with you I'll take it somewhere else and come back when I'm done. You would expect this if I were to come into your home and some people would actually let you practice your own customs in their homes. Still, out of respect, I would at least ask your permission to practice any of my customs in your home. With a country, I understand it is a tad different but I think of this. Sure, you should have a working knowledge of the english language prior to coming here if that is what you want to do and it ensures that none of the standards of education are dropped for a few, dropped a little lower for a few more and dropped so low that anyone can get straight "A"s with little to no effort and create an essentially dumbed-down population.

We've given and given and given as a populace only to see what we give being squandered. Hey, I'm all for a little accomodation here but we have to be able to draw the line at one thing...some of us aren't GIVEN these classes to be multilingual.

I tried throughout my entire academic career to get into the Spanish, French and German classes so to strengthen my background in journalism (which I'd chosen and later walked away from) but the ONLY time I was ever given this knowledge was in 5th grade French class and was never again given those classes even though I'd signed up for them. So what do I know? What little German I've learned from friends, Rammstien and KMFDM songs and I've lost what French I know. Now I'm not saying I'm unwilling to learn the other languages because I am more than willing from someone who's experienced, this way, once I go out of country I know what the hell I'm saying to any random people I need to glean information from. Still, if someone comes over here, I would like them to be able to do the same and steer them on the right path if I'm that random person they pick. It's not hatred, it's just respect.

Hey, ya wanna come over here and throw an Oktoberfest on a small scale, cool. Ya wanna come over here and practice Islam, I'm cool with that. Wanna speak your language of origin in your home or to your family, wonderful! Go for it! I'm not saying that you have to speak English everywhere. Sure, make it the national language but temper it with some common sense. We're not asking anyone to make English thier ONLY language. Hell no, far from it. Keep your cultures people. I'm fine with that but everyone that comes into this country needs a working knowledge and comprehension of the English language prior to coming here. So yeah, I agree with that piece of legislation but for reasons. I don't think it's unreasonable to ask that.

What I think is unreasonable is to ask people to speak ONLY english in those countries. If I missed something in that arena, let me know. I've been saying it for a long damn time that reverting back to the English language would help this country greatly. It would help those of us born in this nation who don't have working knowledges of other languages better than making it compulsory to learn these other languages because we keep dropping the standards but I'll tell you what, I'll offer a solution. Why, if English is the national language, would anyone want to learn a foreign language? Ok, you have that but let me throw a little something your way. How about adding that credit for the foreign language elective and, if you use it later on, let the credits you earned in school and your working knowledge and comprehension thereof get you that extra pay...it's called incentive and if offered, people would take it.

Remember that journalism career from which I walked the hell away? Want to know why? Because I found out that I would have to write on a fourth-grade reading level due to the fact that about seventy-five to eighty percent of the U.S. population's reading level. I attribute that to the lowering of standards of education and the truth be told, I'm not taking all these advanced english courses, trying to (and I'm not joking) diagram the shit from Jabberwocky, to reduce my writing to crap that someone who struggles to read on a fourth grade reading level is having a hard time understanding. I do my best to put shit simply because I'm that kind of guy but if I'm going to take statistical math then I'm gonna use it and if you can't understand it, then I can understand that but if I have no understanding of something and you're hopelessly losing me each time, I'll either learn or I won't but that's just me.

Then again, this is my opinion, I could be wrong.

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The Genocydal Empyre v2.0

Playlist for 6/1/06

12:00am - 2:00am EST

1. The Genocydal Empyre v2.0 (Faith And The Muse - Cantus) (6:42)

2. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

3. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

4. Poker Face - Destiny (7:42)

5. Cradle Of Filth - No Time To Cry Sister Of Mercy (3:22)

6. Antitrust - Trust (3:55)

7. Reism - Demons (4:33)


8. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

9. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

10. Mongrel - West Memphis Hell (2:14)

11. Head Drone - Looking Glass (3:15)

12. Metallica - The Memory Remains (4:37)

13. genitorturers - sin city.mp3 (3:39)


14. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

15. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

16. Corrosion of Conformity - Albatross (5:20)

17. Megadeth - Skin O' My Teeth (3:13)

18. Coal Chamber - Loco (4:09)

19. Marilyn Manson - Ka-boom Ka-boom (4:02)


20. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

21. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

22. Def Leppard - Rock Of Ages (4:06)

23. Monster Magnet - Heads Explode (3:50)

24. From Ruin - Legacy (3:13)

25. Godsmack - Re-Align (4:20)

26. Jackyl - Push Comes to Shove (3:00)


27. KR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

28. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

29. Incubus Succubus - Paint it black (3:17)

30. Doro - A Whiter Shade Of Pale (3:49)

31. Manowar - Warriors Of The World United (5:56)

32. KMFDM - Dogma (4:06)

33. The Genocydal Empyre - Outro (0:48)