2008 Year-End Review

Okay, let's start with the story of this big honkin' thing. First, I thought I'd solved that remote problem and let me tell you, there were moments of euphoria for me as I thought that not only was this going to be the funniest bit of roomie revenge in all history but making them use this ugly cheap-ass thing was just Karma calling me.

So I was at the dollar store when I found a $5 remote and snagged that and some batteries but when I saw this thing for $10, I couldn't resist. After I actually bought both (I'd be using the smaller one, of course) I hit Subway. I figured I'd deserved it. While I was eating and listening to Coast To Coast AM podcasts, I broke open this thing, armed it with fresh batteries and began thumbing through the book for codes for the TV.

Understand that I have a Durabrand TV from Wal-Mart and that cheap piece of communist grabasstic amphibian shit only uses the remotes manufactured by Durabrand. This was information I didn't know. I did know that the VCR and DVD player would work with this thing and that somewhere, somehow, I'd find a code on the net. When I got home, I told the roomies "Okay, good news and bad news. Good news...I think I just solved our remote problem. Bad news, I have to dig around on the 'net for a code because the book didn't have one. Let me go on record to say that if any of you manages to lose this one...none of you will hear the end of this shit."

They began to protest, trying to come up with other avenues to keep me silent in case of loss until I pulled it out...then they really began to protest. I was going to make them use that ugly ass thing. I didn't care what it cost. Fuck the dumb shit. Disrespect my shit and leave it to me to fix the problem, I'll do just that but only for my own amusement. Which means YOU will NOT be amused. I've had to suffer a violation of my inner sanctum...misery loves company and mine desperately needs entertainment.

Well, needless to say that my search didn't pan out and I had to order an actual Durabrand remote. If this TV ever goes kablooey, I'm never buying another one. Fuck Wal-Mart and the rest of them. I will get a Sony. At least the Japanese are honest about being dishonest.

So what do I think of 2008. This year had me on edge in a political sense. I thought we were going to either end up with Bush pulling another 9/11 and suspending elections indefinitely but I'm really thankful I was wrong on that one. I also thought we were going to end up with another Clinton. Jesus...I really am happy that didn't happen. We ended up with our first half white half black president...I have to say that that's a sign of some interesting times. I finally got myself a set of wheels after years of just not having a vehicle. Seemed like that didn't make anyone happy. One day my coworkers were asking me when I'd just bite the bullet and get some wheels and the next they were bitching at me about how I picked a "great time" to do it. Gas prices were going up. You know what? Get happy about something or shut up. Sure the truck has it's little hitches but what do you expect? It's a used truck. I couldn't be happier with it really considering the shit I've done to it.


That silver ball on the gearshifter is a skull, and yeah, mounted to the dash is my trusty iPod jacked in to the stereo so I can listen to more podcasts. I've got my Encoder and Collide CDs up in there somewhere but I love talk radio as of late. I plan on doing some other shit to it later on as well like an onboard computer system that literally talks to me but I think I'll be okay with the iPhone (which goes in the cradle on the other side of the dash) doing all that GPS nonsense for me.

Yeah, this year has been interesting. Then there were the two hurricanes which brought very little misfortune onto me at all. Why? Well...because I'm armed now


Now this first little firecracker is what's called a Taurus Millennium PT111 Pro. It's a compact 9mm that shoots hollowtips. It has a second chance striking mechanism for when I get a hard primer or something like that, all steel top, composite bottom and a light pull on the trigger. Best $300 I've ever spent. Sure, I have the .38 revolver too and it's not bad but this one...well it's a little more discreet when I'm carrying it in the truck and, yes, I do pack it right next to me on the seat.




Ah yeah, meet this lovely little piece. The Interstate Arms Hawk Model 982 Shotgun. This 12-guage features a cylinder bore 18.5 inch barrel, matte-black steel, ghost-ring sights (like you really fucking need to aim this bastard) and that trigger...well let's just say keep your finger off of it until you're goddamn sure that you want to destroy your target because that's what this thing will do...destroy your target. No, they're not getting up and it's going to be loud. Oh yeah, and that sound that the action makes when you shift a round into the pipe...well...it transcends all language barriers. Then again so does the demonic roar of the blast.

So I became a little opportunistic and popped in a shitload of overtime to snag the first one.

This year also marked my first year as a student of CFA after achieving my certification in Post WWII Hand-To-Hand. That was a big thing for me but look, all you'd have to do is read up on all the past entries to figure that one out. This year was marked by highs and lows and all arounds. The New Jersey Chronicles are still being worked on and pictures are steadily being posted at every opportunity.

Now, let's talk Christmas. I'd post pictures but my aunt seems to think that little Annie's pictures aren't suitable for posting to my blog. In light of how well-armed I've become, I don't think that much of a problem. Child predators tend to get shot very easily and when they don't...well that's when I pay some ballbusting skinheads cartons of Marlboros per week to break them spiritually, physically and mentally. Then I let the skinheads torture them. Still, I'm not to post any of those...sorry everyone.

It snowed here for the first time in forever. I couldn't believe it when I saw it. I literally got my feet wet out in it from stomping around in the slush. I took pictures of that too. I'll probably post those later.

It was a decent year for me. Nothing superlative, nothing too depressing. Just finally ripping things up.

Here's to '09...and new beginnings. AAH-OOH!

Already Gone: The New Jersey Chronicles vol 2.

We ended up waking up early. I'm not a morning person. I never have been and today was going to be one of those days where I had to be on my guard. I'd been through and even into New York City only one time in my entire life and I didn't get to stay very long. I knew it was the most aggressive city on the face of the planet and I was going to be smack-dab in the fucking middle of this thing.

Misty's nephew, Jay, needed to go there. It was a meeting downtown near Union Square Park. So, on this morning, I got up and strapped shit on. I chose the big black overcoat because no one was going to reach past that big heavy fucker to get into my grabit pack to get anything out of it before I kicked them squarely in the nuts...or tear their hands off as they tried the old bump n' grab technique.

I was ready and probably looked like something out of The Matrix.

Next was getting over to Jay's place to meet up with him. Now, this is where our story takes a hellish turn...or begins to. Right there at Jay's place, I reached up, pushed the bridge of my favorite sunglasses up on my nose and...they broke. My favorite shades in the world finally gave up the ghost. See, the legs and bridge were bolted to the lenses to give them that rimless look and here I was, my eyes would be killing me by midday and I'd need to get somewhere dark for several hours to recover and nothing to protect my eyes.

Houston, we have a problem. I knew goddamn good and well I shoulda brought my damn goggles for this one. See, with me, eyewear has to be carefully selected. I had two pair of new shades being sent to Misty's but the thing is, they weren't there yet and they weren't going to be there for a couple of days. Misty to the rescue...she had a spare pair. The only problem was I looked like John Lennon if he had been rescued by Morpheus. They were these huge John Lennon shades with silver frames and blue lenses. Needless to say, I refused to go on camera with those motherfuckers on...use your imagination and shut up.

Not that it would really matter in New York City. People were too busy hauling ass to hell to notice a goddamned thing about you.

Now, I've seen buses in movies and the movies are full of shit about those things too. The bathrooms on those things are even smaller than the puddlejumper airplane that took me from Lake Chuck to Houston. I had to pee really badly at one point in the trip but didn't feel like pulling a contortionist act to do it so I stood fast on that one. God help me if I needed to take a dump suddenly. From the look of it, I didn't know how the hell I'd wash my hands afterward.

When we finally saw the New York Skyline in the distance, I tried getting pics with my phone but, no dice...they didn't turn out. Sun was in the way. I remember going through at night eight years ago and seeing the World Trade Center Towers in the distance and, even though I've spent the past few studying every piece of video footage I could...it was still weird to me to see that they were gone. The reality of it really settled in.

Finally, we were at Port Authority bus station. Venturing out into the streets is where it all began.



I'd just grabbed the program CameraBag for iPhone the night before and did this with one of the street scenes I'd taken. It really made for sort of an artsy photo that looked realistic. I liked it. Of course I have more but Misty didn't post them and I don't feel like going through the tedium right now so here you go.

This is where I felt like the iPhone really shined through for me. Unlimited internet and all, I still felt bad about dropping $200 on it but then that GPS device really kept us from looking like total tourists. Why? Because it was only 2.1 miles to where we needed to go by foot. The only unfortunate miscalculation that I'd made were Misty's feet. They tend to swell and hurt quite a bit and so we made frequent stops. Jay walked like Darth Vader trying to reach the bathroom with a turtle head poking out and we constantly had to make checks on the electronic map where a little blue pulsing dot moved with us. I'll post more of those pics later but I noticed something...nobody had time. No one could be bothered with this, that or the other thing. They all had to be somewhere quickly and many of them all had their music going via iPod or MP3 player of some variety. Back in Louisiana, I get the strangest looks for having the gall and audacity to wear one and listen to music while I'm out. I wouldn't need it if Darwin's Typical Hairless Ape Villagers had something other than an insult or threat to put out there. Here, it was common practice and not even noticed. We got Jay to the building where the offices were, dropped him off and almost walked to Fashion Avenue. Misty wanted to dress me but we thought better of it. It was a long way to make two trips.

We opted to get a drink and head to the park instead. Stuyveysant Park looks like this during Autumn...it's just bloody beautiful.









And, of course, had to get a shot of my girl in this one



Now, all of this was great until we hit this place...then...I howled in laughter. I could barely hold the phone still enough to take a decent pic of it.



What I did find odd about New York City was that the office building in which Jay had vanished...it was right next to this place. I've heard of this order before but I have no idea what they're about and they weren't exactly open so I could find out but...have a look.





Interesting that they wouldn't be open on a Wednesday morning during business hours.

During our walk, we ended up just moving around Union Square Park and some of the places nearby. There was this Halloween Costume Shop that I ended up devising a wicked plan. A young man stood outside the place handing out promotional cards that served as ads and then hugging people. I can't contend with that kinda positive attitude. I accepted one from this Tinky Winky costumed man. Difference was, he got a Lord Genocyde Hug You Cannon right back as I picked him up and twisted from side to side. I could tell by the look in his eyes when I put him down that he was NOT prepared for that one. I could tell by the laughter from Misty...that she wasn't either. Most people worry about being mugged in New York City but this guy got hugged by the emperor. Hell yeah.



I ended up getting that picture shortly thereafter.

We passed some more time in the shop looking around at things. At one point, I walked about with a dreadlocked wig on talking in a Jamaican accent which NO ONE but me found funny. Maybe it was that spice-addled fart I ripped, who the hell knows?

Between walking and seeing the mass of McCain/Palin T-shirts and Obama/Biden t-shirts, I noticed this poster and had to have a pic of it.



Cute when she's rabid, ain't she?

Right there in Union Square there were veggie stands, t-shirt vendors and some of those t-shirts made me wish I'd grabbed some cash along the way somewhere. They had shirts featuring images of groups of Native Americans carrying rifles and shotguns that said Homeland Security: Fighting Terrorism Since 1814.

I'm not entirely sure how much time we passed walking around, looking at all of this stuff but, before we knew it, Jay was calling us. His meeting was over. We needed to go back, pick him up and go find a place to eat, pronto. That, we did.

Once we met up, we'd walked and walked until we found a Subway to duck into. While we were sitting there, I did a quick map check on the phone and then began discussing Conspiracies with Jay. Jay wanted to know what was honestly on my mind and I began to address it as best I could. Naturally, I'm in New York City...home of one of the biggest Agendas to date. I had to choose my words carefully.

I told him I could go on and on about Reptilian/alien/human/hybrid/satanic cults but that would be hard to prove. Even if you could, it would be laughed at and ridiculed for all time until you could actually produce one really hardcore bit of proof. I had to be able to stick with what's known because it's more or less an incomplete criminal investigation. Those of you that know me well know that I harbor a deep distrust for our current government and that I think Bill O'Reilly is nothing more than some condescending blowhard choirboy with a temper and not one single bit of testicular fortitude to his name. I explained to Jay just how screwed up our legal system is and how it comes down to how those that are truly in power would like to keep it that way.

We continued discussing this as we made our way back to Port Authority Bus Station. On the way there, the lights of the city were coming on which meant that I could actually take those damned John Lennon shades off and stick them into the inner pocket of my overcoat. Many more people were coming out in droves. Into the night they came, the rush hour crowds and the people on the streets pushing CDs and the like. The only problem (and the reason I didn't come back with any) was that no cash meant no donations and that's what most of them required for their CDs. Most of them were bands that I couldn't push on my show due to genre constraints anyway. Entire masses of people made their way across avenues and boulevards that we were crossing or walking along and you'd think that they'd have some time to slow down but many of them were still in their hurry as though home wouldn't be there if they didn't get home in time. By this time, it was getting too dark for me to take any pictures with my phone. About the only thing I could do with it at this point was just stop and make map checks. Misty's feet were killing her by the time we had made it and by then, we were all so tired that all we wanted to do was use the bathroom and board the bus back to Jersey.

On the way into New York, we were all sitting together but by the time we boarded, we all ended up scattered and separated.

Once back in Jersey, our tired spirits lifted again and Misty and I settled in for the night. She was just thankful to finally be off her feet and so was I. She'd really suffered for that trip

More to come...

Episode 116: Some Alternative History

Read Below Before Viewing:



I've listened to this guy. His take on history is pretty interesting and his Irish accent is killer. He really keeps your interest so check him out. The video is about two hours long so get some popcorn.

Episode 115: Drowning In The Datastream

I finally managed to figure it out after installing a couple of useless programs and just ran the file through an extraction program to get all the data off of the disc image. What I ended up finding was something even I wasn't prepared to find.

I ended up mired down in a shitload of e-books on various religions. I mean damned near all of them. I was like a kid in a candy store after the Apocalypse. I ran through the file, sampling everything. The file was called Bibliotech vol. 1 and it was the work of seven years of tracking down religious texts from nearly every conceivable religion on the planet. Talk about a megafile.

This file had books like The Bible, books on Neo Paganism, Mormonism, Satanism, Scientology, Judaism, Islam, Ancient Civilizations...let me put it to you this way...what do you NEED or WANT to know? I've probably got it.

I've got the works of Erich Von Daniken, Immanuel Velikovsky, Michael Ford, Anton LaVey, Christ, Mohammed, The Apocrypha, etc.

And I ran through this file like a madman through the streets. I couldn't stop myself. Hundreds, literally hundreds of books at my disposal. I was just opening them, sampling them and then closing them. Then, there were the Comic Book Archive (.cbr) files. These are files that need a special program (thankfully included in the files) and you look at them in Comic Book format on your screen. There are literally hundreds of images of different things in here.

One could easily become lost in the shuffle of all of this stuff.

After awhile, my head began to spin and hurt from looking through all of this. I think I'm going to read one of Erich Von Daniken's books while I copy a CD compilation for a friend.

I've gone into information overload. Capacity exceeded.

Thank you all and goodnight.

Episode 114: Frustration Visits Again

I have to say one thing...torrents...they're a great thing but they are fucking slow. Look, let me give you a tip. Lookin for a porn or some rare video that you haven't seen in decades...chances are, you'll find it doing a bit torrent search but it's going to be awhile in downloading. Don't make any fucking plans. Your chances of reversing a death penalty verdict in two weeks is better than your chances of watching the movie you're downloading tonight if the seeders aren't there.

Wait...let me back up.

Torrent files are slow not because of user connections but because you're literally getting pieces of files from all the fuck over creation. So that movie you wanted...check the seeders. If you see more seeders than leechers, you might watch the thing tomorrow morning. If you see the opposite, plan on leaving your computer on for about a month. Go on a month-long killing spree or drug binge...that'll pass some of your time.

See, I'm an old fucker. I still remember when WinMX was around. You could literally find anything anywhere at anytime. Your download time depended on YOUR connection speed and your peer's and that was a wrap. You got your file and if it wasn't too big, you could feast your eyes or your data-laden heart to the spoils of your data piracy. Yo-ho, yo-ho, motherfuckers.

This was before those government bastards got their hands on it and shut it down. Can't have the sheep talking and organizing and sharing information, can we?

So now we have torrents and the remnants of the Great Information War Armada have begun gathering and beginning the next phases of the attack. Still, there was a new weapon that NO ONE bothered telling me about.

It's called a .iso file. Guess what? That's the picture that gets burned into all of your DVDs and CDs. So how do I open it?

Hell, I'm a geek. I'll figure it out.

Yo-Ho, Yo-Ho

...Motherfucker!

Q&A

This one came from Tammi's Blog. Now I get to have a crack or two.


1.Where did we meet? Yahoo Groups
2.Take a stab at my middle name? Twitter told me - TamaraLee :)
3.Do I speak a second language? AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA....no.
4.Am I a cat lover or dog lover? She likes pussy as much as I do
5.Do I smoke? Does the term "pneumonia lung" mean that you do?
6.Color of my eyes? I wasn't staring at your eyes LMAO
7.Do I have any siblings? Yes
8.What's one of my favorite things to do? Bullshit with anyone who will take part. Including me.
9.What's my favorite type of music? Anything that will rattle windows.
10.Am I taller than you? Knowing my luck...probably taller
11.Am I shy or outgoing? I think it's safe to strike SHY from the question
12.Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules? In your philosophy...much like mine...rules were made to be broken
13.What is my birth month? 31 March is your birthday! (What she said)
14.Do I want to see a woman or man as next vice president? WOMAN for sure.I
15.Am a member of which political party? The PAAAAHHTAAAY Party.
16.Am I Liberal? Moderate? or Conservative? Conservative from our conversational topics but liberal in terms of lifestyle
17.Have you ever heard me sing? No but you haven't heard me sing either...be thankful for that much.
18.How many children do I have? Two
19.Have we taken photographs together? Nope.
20.When is the last time you saw me? Does The interweb count?
21.When will I see you again? Refer to previous answer
22.Have we ever had a falling out? No.
23.If you and I were stranded on a desert island, what is one thing that Iwould bring? Tanning lotion
24.I right handed or left handed? Right handed. (What she said)
25.What type of work do I do? Multitask. Prolly to a Def Leppard tune or two.

Episode 113: If Necessity Is The Mother, Frustration Is It's Father

I rant. That's what I do. Things that irritate me are the things I tend to talk about the most. I don't pretend to know it all or even a little but when I speak, it's about something I know. I'm not here to bullshit anyone with anything. I don't stand to benefit from it and I'm not looking for any accolades that are not forthcoming. I just occasionally would like for some people that wish to take an active part in my life to listen to me.

I'm a pretty easy person to live with until I'm backed into a corner and then, I become a jerk. I become a jerk because, quite frankly, if I don't think someone's listening after diplomacy has been more than reasonably attempted (and I've been told that I'm unreasonably diplomatic at times) then the House M.D. side comes out. Hey, I call it like I see it and, if the truth hurts, it just sucks to be the person on the receiving end of the Fuck You Cannon.

When living with me, I've got a system set up and I do require that the system works. I can integrate just about anything into that system. Just because it's set up doesn't mean it's completely set in its ways. It's flexible in order to complete the cohabitation and make it enjoyable, if not, bearable for everyone involved.

Okay, now that we have that out of the way, let's go into what's happened.

Prior to my roomies moving in, I had a few simple requests. Chiefly among them dealt with two things that everyone would use; the computer and the entertainment center. I've got three devices; The VCR, The DVD Player and The TV. Each of these has a separate remote. All the remotes were in fair to cherry condition. Now, two out of the three are lost and none of them have battery covers. Now why would this occur?

I have few rules. Unreasonably few. I'm the type that literally holes up in my room for days on end and become a recluse because I don't particularly want a confrontation to ensue. Naturally, this is where I turn.

The rule that I had was to leave the remotes on the coffee table. Pretty simple. Keeps everything together. They're always there when you need them. They don't get lost in couch cushions. Most importantly, you don't lose batteries. Not hard to comprehend and I even went as far as explaining this part. Guess what the end result of that was.

It's no surprise that I just popped off and ranted in general in reaction to finding out that I only had the remote to the VCR left and it didn't have a battery cover. Jesus...H. ...Fucking...CHRIST!!!

I might have to put up with a lotta shit but you know what? I don't have to put up with this. So I began ranting to open air and one of the roomies took it personally. Now I'm being asked for an apology. WHAT?! I'm also having my ass chewed over ranting. EX-FUCKING-CUSE ME?

It ain't happening. They called ME when they were looking down the barrel of homelessness and I opened my home. My one simple rule got fucking disregarded and I'm expected to swallow it with a smile? Sorry, you have me mistaken for someone who gives a fuck. Cool the fuck out because it wasn't directed at you. I've had to put up with more than I care to and I'm not putting up with any more. Might seem a small matter and it is but the camel's back can only support so many fucking straws.

This one broke it's back, deal with it.

Videodrone 1: What If Darth Vader Talked Jive?

Episode 112: A Serious Discussion

To All My Friends And First-Time Readers,

I'm glad that you're here. Sit down for awhile, take a load off, light up and get something to drink because we need to have a serious talk now.

As I'm sure you are aware, Barack Obama is now our president-elect. This was one of those elections that was historic in many respects. First, we haven't had a black man go for the Democratic nomination since Jesse Jackson. Second, we haven't had such a lengthy run for a party nomination in my memory. Third, we haven't had a woman picked as a running mate for vice president since Geraldine Ferrara and finally, we haven't had competition so fierce in this nation since the Space Race...even then it was with another nation.

So now that this landmark election has happened, I've decided to compose some of my own thoughts and give a little advice. Here, I'm not going to support or oppose a candidate, I just want you to listen to what I have to say. After that, you can tell me to take a long walk off a short volcano rim if you like.

Okay, now, understand my own qualifications. I associate myself with people from all walks of life. The only criteria that one would need to associate themselves with me is that they can actually think, breathe and take a dump independently, though I do have some friends that can't even do that. The understood criteria is that you must show a little social awareness. You don't have to be culturally diverse in mentality, just socially aware. I also never take racial slurs personally. I'm white and I'm fine with that. I could be any other nationality and be fine with it even if others aren't. I'm also not generally accepted in my own community. If a man being a hoodrat of any color walks down the street of any neighborhood, those that want to beat him down will abandon him because they don't like the local oddity in their midst. I know what it's like to be looked down upon, basically. I know what it's like to be outcast because I like things that no one else here does. I know the hardship of it and I still stuck with it. Some things changed and it's here that our discussion begins and my qualifications will begin to manifest themselves

Reality Checks That Will Not Bounce:

1. Racism/The Man Is Keeping Me Down: Bullshit. I know you're different and that you came up poor. I know that you can't seem to get ahead and I know it's much easier to do other things that aren't exactly right to do it. I can understand that. The point is, it's your attitude keeping you down. No one wanted to hire a metalhead with long hair who walked around wearing Megadeth T-shirts and had no sense of style. Much like you, I emulated my musicians and you know what? No one would hire me. What does that mean? White people in this town were racist against white people? No, I wasn't doing a good job of presenting myself to them. I didn't sell the right way. It was my attitude. Now, it's time to roll up your sleeves and put on something that damn well fits you. My friends of other ethnicities, a black man is president now...if it's a conspiracy of whitey to keep you down, how the hell did we miss that guy?

2. My Pants Sag, I Must Be Cool: Oh man...look. Your pants half hanging off of your ass doesn't make you look cool, it makes you look homeless. Sure, they might be brand new but what the hell makes you think for one instant that it looks so great? The true history on that goes as such. During Slavery Days, it was common for slaves to have rope for belts. When they were taken out into the fields, they had to remove them so guess what their pants did? Later, at San Quentin Prison, some of the inmates would sag their pants. Know who they were? Homosexuals...and they were advertising. If you're cruising for a same-sex date, I have no problem with that but you're not attractive to me and you are not changing my mind...I don't care what your underwear or ass crack looks like. You're not in The Wu-Tang Clan and you're not even a member of A Tribe Called Quest...pull 'em up and use a belt.

3. I'm A Gangsta/Soldja/Warrior: No, you're not. You might have been in some streetfights and you might look pretty tough with your "grillz" but let me tell you something...you don't know a damn thing about being any of those. You wanna be a soldier or a warrior, join the military and get some self-respect. You want to end up dead, go be a Gangsta. Let me tell you one thing. All the real gangsters (yeah, I'm spelling it properly now) are fucking dead...get used to that. Bonnie and Clyde, Babyface Nelson, Al Capone, The Gambinos, Phillip "Gaspipe" Casso...those were gangsters and they're either dead or locked up. Now, what's the difference between those gangsters and you? Some true gangsters actually achieved political power. So where are all the real gangsters, thieves and hustlers now? They're in politics. If you don't believe that, have a look at the following:

Can you imagine working for a company that has a little more than 500 employees and has the following statistics:

- 29 have been accused of spousal abuse
- 7 have been arrested for fraud
- 19 have been accused of writing bad checks
- 117 have directly or indirectly bankrupted at least 2 businesses
- 3 have done time for assault
- 71 cannot get a credit card due to bad credit
- 14 have been arrested on drug-related charges
- 8 have been arrested for shoplifting
- 21 are currently defendants in lawsuits
- 84 have been arrested for drunk driving in the last year


Can you guess which organization this is? Give up yet? It's the 535 members of the United States Congress.

The same group of idiots that crank out hundreds of new laws each year designed to keep the rest of us in line.

Still Think You A Gangsta?

4. Stop Taking Pride In Your Damn Criminal Record: Look, when you're young and you think it impresses all your impressionable friends...it does! When you get out and you can't support a family...that's the price of being a straight-up gangsta, remember? After you've ended up with your first kid and you can't even support the child because you're out still doing all this crap, I have news for you, I don't wanna hear you crying about it to me. To some, I might have sold out when I shaved my head. I might have sold out when I got a sense of style. I might have even been just another cracka when I took on the job I've got but let me tell you something. I don't have a record and I've got money to pay my bills without having to put myself in extreme danger (though that's debatable too) in order to do it. I will agree with you on one thing. The System Sucks but guess what? You provide me with job security.

5. They Are NOT "Uncle Toms": Look, I've got many black friends, hispanic friends, asian, european, so on and so forth and just because they don't live on the streets of the ghettos and subject themselves to criminal acts doesn't make them any less of a human being than you. I'm sick of hearing those of you out there criticize them for just making a damn living while you make an ass of yourself. They are not you. They have self-respect. Deal with it.

6. What Am I Proposing: It's really simple...clean up your attitude and your act. Adapt, overcome, rise above it. I'm constantly being asked to consider where it is you come from and I have as my qualifications have been listed before. In what I used to consider my hometown, a black man got more respect than I did and you know what? I was on my own for a lot of things but I managed. Shit happens, kid. Life sucks, get a helmet. What you need to realize now is that years from now, when you're about 35 - 40 and you don't have shit to show for the life you lead now (and I guaran-fucking-tee you won't) then you're going to have these words haunting you. I don't care if you're offended. I don't care that I pissed you off. It's time someone told you how things really run.

By the way, I have to ask, since you're so opposed to slavery, how is it you have gold in your mouths encrusted with diamonds. You know where those diamonds come from? Africa! Guess who mines those diamonds. Africans. Guess what the situation is over there? Fucking ugly. Once the mine runs dry, entire neighboring villages get slaughtered and buried in mass graves. You buying your "bling" just funded slavery of what you called your people. Feeling better about that yet?

One more thing, you show me where President Elect Obama is slinging his pants low, tricking out the Presidential limo or flashing gang signs and I'll shut up.

Final item before I head out. If you think things for you are going to be instantly better just because he was elected, then you're about to have a serious reality brick hitting you in the face. Take the time to really get to know yourself. Just think about what I said and when you see Obama on TV next, I want you to know that this is a proud moment for us all. We have the capability to renew our faith in our potential and then make that potential a reality. That is the change we all voted for, right?

Don't blow it.

Episode 111: Empires Fall, A New Empyre Rises

My friends, it is with great regret that I inform you all that The Genocydal Empyre Omega will not air live until well after the new year.

I know it's beginning to sound like a lame excuse but my battle with the cable company is at it's end and there's nothing that they can (or more like "will") do for the problems that are just compounding for us.

Initially, I'd gotten the cable connection at the insistence of two people who didn't understand that "The DSL line is solid, guys, it's just a little slow from time to time" and this is what has caused the problem. I've had nothing but trouble since going to cable. Sure, it's faster but if the weather goes the slightest bit wonky, then it goes and it takes an act of God in conjunction with the Louisiana Legislature to fix it. Not to mention that fucking Billy Ray Cyrus clone they keep sending to my house is insistent that it's always my fucking modem.

Well what happened recently? Okay, let me fill you in. First we quit Darkside because I got tired of people who didn't know what the hell they were doing being scheduled after me. Some wouldn't bother adding me to Yahoo to get their count-in and others just wouldn't bother doing the show after I'd announced them. What were they waiting for? Divine Intervention? Frustration aside, I needed some time to get this thing together. We wanted to bring you the definitive version of the show but the problem was, all we had changed was the version title...that's it. We didn't have squat for interviews. Plenty of music but nothing for interviews. So I took some much-needed time off. Lord Genocyde can take one hell of a beating, smile and keep coming but Damien was getting a little sore over here and there's only so far the armor can carry you before it becomes a liability.

When we started looking at coming back, I tried linking up to do a few impromptu shows only to find that my connection wouldn't carry me. Well we did just have Gustav and Ike come through so I figured it must be something OUTSIDE. I called the cable company and the battle began. Out of the frying pan, into an inferno. Naturally, you wouldn't believe how many times I called them and when they finally fixed the problem we still had one major problem...my program won't link. My connection was running at a third of it's speed. Naturally, I was incensed at the whole ordeal and the worst part, I had a trip to Jersey comin' and I had no way of dealing with it. So, I threw up my hands...it would just have to wait.

Naturally, I'm still working on The New Jersey Chronicles as blog posts but I finally got the Cable Company (CommuniComm) to get up off their asses and get over here. I finally got a different tech and showed him what was happening. He's at a loss, I'm at a loss. I'm hoping it's just a program SNAFU and nothing else. I'm hoping that reinstallation of the program will have us back long before my projected time frame but if not...there's nothing I can do about that.

That's the bad news and now that we have that out of the way...let's get to the good news.

Some things are still up in the air and I've been hopelessly hooked on podcasts since I got my iPhone. Faction6 has some of the best I've heard to date and here's what I've come up with.

1. We Might Just Do A Free Podcast Through iTunes (For Now): Best part is, you won't need an iPod to listen...all you'll need is iTunes and then you can download us at leisure and listen at will to any show.

2. Millennium Omega is no longer going to be a segment but a full talk show in a Coast To Coast AM format. Eventually, hosting duties will be handed over to Misty and I will co-host and provide technical consultancy.

3. We're going to be using this time to get some designs for T-shirts and shit like that done through Zazzle. You can still get the "He's Lord Geocyde, Bitch!" T-shirt featuring our mascot, Mr. Grey.

4. We're turning The Genocydal Empyre Omega into a rock/industrial show with my commentary and some interviews of artists. It wouldn't surprise me if Millennium Omega did better than TGEO. Not that I'd be sore about that because, either way, I got this badboy started and Misty helped shape it.

5. We're still working on some other things being kept close to the vest right now so stay tuned.

Now...A List of Things You Don't Say In Prison:

1. Aw, hell, Hummers come in all sizes

2. So I told the nurse that it hurts like hell if you pull on it too hard

3. That didn't come out right at all!

4. So there I was, bent over and wet as hell...

5. Wanna get down on some of these nuts?

6. Aren't those my nuts you have in your mouth?

7. That's gotta be the biggest prick on the compound.

If you have any more, feel free to add them...these phrases were all used in the course of this weekend at work.