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pg. 49. . .Editorials & such c1997-1998 Mongoose Type Entertainment |
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"There's something going on here, there's some kind of significance
or something." pg. 49 Once again a happy patron.
As usual, we have a response (from Antihero). "I'm writing the response to this little literary experience. i got the honor because it's so much fun for me to punch holes in the clouds that people like this obviously live through. first: it's pretty sad that, with a site like this, the first thing you can find to ridicule is the graphics... for being too good? find something material to complain about. believe me, there are better things to complain about. i'll leave it to you to find them. second: as i recall, none of us want to kill people. well, maybe we do want to kill them; but, none of us do. as far as i know, at least. third: this is just something that bothers me, but, you talk about how stupid and unable to write an article we are, and then you throw out a dumb-ass racial epithet like "sand nigger." what the fuck is that? and, by the way, none of them believe that killing innocent people will get them into heaven. only guilty people. it's just that they have a slightly different definition of guilty. fourth: last time i checked, none of us were "preppy." oh, wait, i guess my display of a vocabulary beyond calling someone "sand nigger" makes me a preppy, right? sorry. by the way, i checked out your little page you had the nerve to bullshit us? the least we can say is, although your writers are many things, we sure as hell aren't "wacky." i'm not going to rip your page (it speaks for itself), but i do have one last thing to say, since you brought it up: Fuck Canada. and, if you don't like to read our stuff, there's one very simple explanation: don't fucking read it. the such There really isn't much to say, except that this seems to be a very candid issue. NO HOLDS BARRED would be the correct phrase. With that said and done, sit back and read the show. pg. 3.1416 There is this article... perhaps one you've read, SDM sports a link for the site flashing this piece. So, should you have the time. Or the patience for that babble, I suggest you take my offer up, read the trite little nonsense that runs till blindness hampers what patience you have left. Perhaps your feeling for the article is not much akin to mine but for some time after having read it, I could have imagined the man's throat, so close, still ranting garrulously and ignorantly between my hands. This guy's work is presented on the 'we hate MTV', or something to that effect. I read it through, written by someone named Vexor, about the fall of the (smashing) pumpkins, in fact entitled so. Whether you are yourself a fan of the pumpkins or even remotely aware that band exists, I shall expound none the less. His concept and premise that carried entirely though was that the Pumpkins have fallen, sold out, and given in to what they had never needed to. What bothered me so was this profound dillusion that he was OWED something. That his being a fan, the band being beholden, somehow entitled some standard or quota for what musicians would offer. Everything had failed, so he says, the winsome creativity and blind mistrust of the world and the misdeeds of which had vanished, and what remained was not sufficient, not worthy of what he had regarded so highly with the same name. But he wouldn't understand, couldn't maybe, or ever will. But he is owed nothing. Nothing anyone has to create is his to be accepted. I find it the admirable quality of musicians that, if they have trust enough in themselves, have no prerogative to please anyone. This may seem pointless, a rant misplaced, inexcusably. I say this to myself, to everyone, that musicians, writers, people of all works and arts have no obligation to you. None. Whining wins no justice. pg. #2 I've got diarrhea, so I'm coming at you with a lot of stuff here. I sit here and think, it. It can go on for an hour. Whenever demons haunt me, I confront them. Now I want to think about my sister and not only what she did to me, but what she did to herself. She wasn't really my sister, but she was just as close. Closer. As a little child she was abandoned by her mother in a hotel room. She had to take care of her brother for an entire weekend in that room. Growing up, she was abused and raped by her cousins. Racists pricks who happen to hail from the backwoods of South Carolina. She lived with her father, a racist prick from Georgia. Her stepmother was a bitch who didn't give a damn about the fact that her stepdaughter had sex in HER bed, but was pissed that she didn't bother to wash the sheets ex post facto. After some more shit, she came to live with my family. She became one of us. We all loved her. When she became pregnant (concieved before coming here), we were all so excited for her. So was she. Until she had a miscarriage in the bathroom. I remember what I told her after she got out of the hospital. "Where was that smile you used to have? It was a rainbow." I loved her smile, especially then. It was her first since the miscarriage, and it was for the both of us. I loved her. Eventually she left. She wanted to visit those very same cousins who marred her life. My mother gave her a choice: us or them. She fucking left us. I don't think of it as "after all WE did for her," but "after all THEY did to her." She chose them. She walked away with only a glance. I could go on, but I'm done. pg. 257 This may be an unfair assumption about women, but I don't care. But before I get into it, let me just add, that there are surely men guilty of this, but television series don't revolve around the concept. Movies aren't made about it. And romance novels (so I guess) aren't the subject of it. Aside from that, I don't give a fuck. Women seem to be obsessed with "getting a man." I don't know why, but they always seem to need a man. This isn't just about the undersexed not yet middle aged women whose "biological clock is ticking like this." Or the single mother trying to snag a father for her up and coming bastard. Or the abused women who can't seem to get her shit together because she picks the wrong guy each time. Teenage girls need one. Twenty and thirtysomethings all need a man. I've even seen horny sextegenarians. It's so pathetic. These are the same women looking down on prostitutes. Why? They're smart enough to not only find the man you can't get or hold onto strongly, but they're getting paid for it. I don't understand the female mindset. I don't even want to, but what the hell is so damn important about a man. Lesbians don't NEED a man, so why in the hell should you have to have one. There are enough neglected children running around this world that you don't need them for children. It is sad to see a women lower whatever standards she may have had just to get a man. There is no rule carved in stone that says you need a man. Just live and die. Fuck whatever prospects you may have thought you had for a "suitable" life partner. It's pointless. Yeah, I realize that nowadays the most important assets a women has is her aesthetics. Too bad! I hate to sound like I'm giving out bad advice, but fuck the asshole who looks only so far. [Damn! Puns don't get any funnier than that.] I'm not trying to deliver some kind of moral for a twisted sense of values here. I'm only wondering why the fuck women can't just let shit happen without trying to "pretty themselves up" for hopes of getting some bastard who doesn't appreciate anything. Hell, if you pick an asshole it's your fault. You shouldn't be so damn eager. c 1997 G. Nih Ton. All rights reserved. pg. 178 I'm only writing this in hopes that I'll develop a point by the time I finish. Hey! I got one! Why is that people take pride in pissing others off? Yeah, it is an inappropriate question for me to ask, but you have to wonder: What's the deal? I see crap everywhere where someone's trying hard as hell just to get a rise out of somebody. Primarily on websites. I believe our goal is to make you think. If you get pissed off in the process, then that's just a good side effect. If we wanted to piss you off, we could. Most, if not all, of us take pride in the fact that we can do so, but we choose to use our powers for good. What good is that? Simple enough, those of you who read this thing probably walk away thinking about at least one article. I don't know if you put that "enlightenment" to use, but I think you wonder about something in your life that relates to whatever you read. Aside from serving as outcasted gadflies, I don't think we have any real purposes here. We're not looking for mainstream popularity or anything else like that. We just want to leave you with a taste in your mouth that you'll remember until the next time you brush your teeth. Figure that one out. I think I had a point. A couple to be exact, I just can't remember. Absorb and prosper. pg. 42 everywhere i look, it seems like there's some big corporation trying to fuck us. think about all the really big corporations you can name. microsoft. yep. american express. mm-hmmm. and, of course, america online. definitely them. they're just there to rip us off. how did the world go from old garg, the hunter/gatherer, trading some wooly-mammoth meat for a rock tool, or a wife for that matter, all the way to a bunch of rats that we call the human race running around for little colored pieces of paper to trade for the cell phone or cd player that we cannot live without? all day long, millions of americans, billions across the world, go to work, so they can have that color tv, or that new wardrobe, or braces for the kids, or what the fuck ever. and what's really the point? i'm not gonna tell you that god says not to covet material possessions, because that holds no truth for me, but i am gonna tell you this: none of your shit means anything. end of story. whatever you have will be a piece of shit sooner or later. the coolest, most expensive thing you own won't be worth talking about in 20 years. think about this: everyone who reads this newsletter, or submits, or in any way comes in contact with it, has at least enough wealth to seem beyond the richest dreams of avarice to some people. does that mean we should give up all our stuff, and start feeding those "less fortunate?" fuck no. fate's a bitch. some cock suckers are born never needing to work, or worry about a job, or putting food on that table. and some people work their asses off their whole lives, and, when they finally kick off their mortal coil, they have nothing, they leave nothing for history to remember them by, and they're forgotten almost as soon as their underground. that's fate, or destiny, or whatever cute little name you have for it. bad luck, even. and there's not a damn thing you can do about it. just feel that schadenfreude like a good american, and keep on running around in your little cage like everybody else. but at least maybe you can have a cool car while you're at it. pg. 007 There's an amazing controversey going on out there, and this is just my chance to jump on the bandwagon. Abortion. I could add some fuel to the fire and just start yelling Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! But doing that wouldn't let you know what side I'm on, since both the pro-choice and the anti advoactes are both known to do that. What sickens me about this issue is that there is not middle ground with these freaks. Somehow, pro-choice means you want to kill a baby and anti abortion means you want to kill a doctor. This is almost worse than the media, because these groups are trying to force you to change your mind. At least with the media you can turn off the tv. The anti advocates are out there harassing kids at school with pictures of dead fetuses. I really can't say the same thing about the pro-choicers, but I guess they're somehow responsible since the antis do exist. If you were waiting for controversey, I guess this is it coming up. I'm pro-choice. I don't mean "you have the choice to kill a child, so do it." Nor do I mean "you have the choice to keep your child and I'll beat the shit out of you if you don't." What I mean by pro-choice is "do whatever the fuck you want, because I'm not God, the media, or some zealot with a gun proclaiming some sort of peace." Personally, I wouldn't want my wife or girlfriend or sister to have an abortion, but if my next doorneighbor was going to go out to the local alley and get one, then more power to her. I can't stop her. Hell, I won't even try. pg. 1999 I often wonder about the reputation cops have. In the real world, cops are seen as racist, violent, and rash. On tv and movies, they are cool as hell. I've never known of a sarcastic cop in real life, they are deadpan with no sense of humor whatsoever. In the movies, cops are smartasses with a sarcastic wit that I can only marvel at. If only the police in the real world could get an overdose of "Law & Order," and "Car 54, Where are you?" If they could do that instead of watching training videos on how to handle a crowd, not only would hostility and tension be down, but when you think of cops, a smile will come to your face. If you think about it, it would be nice to have cops who can smart mouth with the best of them. No one wants to be overseen by a soldier, but they would love to be protected by Axl Foley. pg. 113.5 If ever there were movies to watch, it would have to be the sarcastic ones. After all, sarcastic people provide the life for any social function. Knowing this as we do, the best sarcastic movie list has been compiled. Hate it or love it, we sure as hell don't care. 1. Striptease (Ving Rhames & Demi Moore, the unlikeliest) Next issue: How about a family fued kind of thing? What is the worst part about society? Sure it sucks, but shouldn't it? pg. 1 If you don't have a television then you probably haven't noticed that Disney is unleashing another piece of shit to pollute the minds of this country's children. It's something about a slam dunking dog. I liked this movie a lot better when it was a punting mule named Gus. Once upon a time Disney didn't stupify, they just entertained. If you watch one of the golden odlies (you know, from the 60s or 70s) you may realize that those movies were timeless. Sure the clothes were polyester (I wore silk back then), but you're not burdened with an ever evolving phrase of adolescent slang. No matter who you were, it was always universal. Nowadays, the kids are all smartasses who, in my opinion, should really get roughed up in the tough schools all movie children seem to attend. On top of that, we have to deal with the same bullshitty concepts over and over again. "The Mighty Ducks" was never an original concept. It just proved that children (and probably parents) were stupid enough to buy into the same thing over and over again. There's the baseball version ("Bad News Bears," if seen today would still be considered original, because it's different from all the crap out there today). Don't forget football, basketball, and whatever else there is. What about "Free Willy?" If I had a boat, I'd be out there harpooning the whole family. Anything to kill that series. What amazes me is that kids go to the theater as if it's a completely different movie. Dennis Miller once said that kids are a lot smarter than what people give them credit for. The hell you say. Kids are dumb as shit if they are going to keep going to see crap like a slam dunking dog or a whale that comes back to life more times than a horror movie killer. The best movie coming out whenever we want it won't be up for an Oscar or any of those other stupid awards. Hell, it won't even be up for your local video store, but it's up, but we can't say where.
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