What if I type in white? Ahh, yes. That does the trick. But it ruins my style. Louis-Ferdinand would not be happy. Totally Air. Pocket Symphony. Who is Kevin? Shields? Ayers? Fairlight. Synth clouds. Rich chords. Very sophisticated harmonies and arrangements. Cornelius from Japan. This sounds very modern. OH FUCK! Groove is in the motherfucking heart. Vogue! So on track two, we are straight up on a catwalk. But it could be Alan Vega or Martin Rev. Kinda Sun City Girls. Zoviet France. Fridmann never gets this crazy with bass. Wayne is driving it weirder. This was, from what I hear, done with ZERO budget. Is this a dance album? First you have poetry. Then you are prose. Amateurs. Into Odelay. That was a good drum break. The Strokes. Fuzzy vocals. Paliament/Funkadelic. Sly Stone! Later Stereolab. Tim Gane processing. Counter melody! For fuck’s sake. Somebody listen to this bloke. Whoa. What is up with this chorus? Roland Kirk? Like in Switzerland? Definitely hitting some Os Mutantes twee. Lo-fi as fuck. Great Godard tongue in cheek. Apparently about Neil Young and Rick James being in a band together when they were young and still in Canada. Yonge Street? Beats. Drake needs to hear this. Bit crusher lisp. Spiritualized at the grocery store. Swipe barcode. Song peaks at end. Masterful mix. A true climax. Savage mastering on every album. Whole mix jumps. It works. Needle skipping. American Supreme. Claustrophobic. COVID. Sad. Scared. Apocalyptic. The concept of the gaze in cinema. Bass drops in. Feel it in your sex organs. A sexy song. “Cobra Strike”. This is unequivocally a dance album. EDM all up in here. Lots of panning. Spliff it. Micro gestures. Pandemic planning. How long will it last? Soul-crushing. Zombie metaphor. Shaun of the Dead. Masterpiece. Beatle drums. First Velvets album. Rat trails. “Black Angel’s Death Song”. “The New Pollution”. Dr. No. Walther PPK. What does this kid know? He can’t possibly know, can he? Pure phase. Visconti. Lanois. Acid jazz. Nick Cave. Montage, mon beau souci. Flaming Lips. Jeff Tweedy drawl. Jesus and Mary Chain team up with The Cure. Disintegration. Heartbreak here. Who broke his heart? Bleeps and bloops. Robot noises. Heartbeeps. Jazz funk ’70s experimental upright. Great lyrics. Superimposition. Steenbeck! Fucking great lyrics on “Snip Snip”. Oh, damn. Glockenspiel at just the right time! Icy. Air. Virgin suicides. Dazed and confused. Blonde. Braids. Like glazed bread. German. Texas. Floating world. Old world. No one to smoke a doobie with and stare up at green trees. No tits. What is wrong with this world? Rambo. Fort Bragg. Delta. Boykin. Intelligence Support Activity. Send me. George Crumb. Black angels. Jungle echoes. 4thPOG. Ghosts. PSYWAR op. Make it loud. Romeo foxtrot. Shall we dance? Charlie don’t surf. Death on the dance floor. Public Image Ltd. Modes of limited transposition. Messiaen. Primal Scream. Standing with Johnny Rotten. #Trump2021 . But this is more about big tits. Giant opals. Garth Hudson. Telegraph. Total loss. Persona non grata. Window still missing. Swastika eyes. Paul Weller. XTRMNTR. Shoot speed. Kill light. Eyes owned 2020. The ugly had a chance. Masks work…if you’re ugly and need to get laid. Back with another block rocking’ beat. Private psychedelic reel. War metaphor. Is this about election? No. Too early. Look at liner notes. Living in COVID times was like a world war. War just beginning? Got my pina colada. Fuck it! Arizona. Living boldly. Masks have lost. Two weeks. Could have been a contender. Circuit bending. Talking about big titty schizophrenic. All footwork ruined. Toys. Falling apart gremlin workmanship. Awkward line about Thora Birch. Explicit warnings a little lazy. Getting a bit Lenny Bruce up in here. Russ Meyer. Second line. Double time. Crazy drums. Smooth as Sade. Tambourine is the star. One organic element. Wrote a song. She didn’t care. Wrote her 200 songs. She didn’t care. One has zero plays globally. She never bothered listening to it. Some things not meant to be. Liberals and conservatives. Go and create. Lobster. Work wasn’t. Bought her every flower imaginable. Thousands of dollars on flowers. Yoshimi laser warfare. A piano not standard. Some Tori Amos bullshit. Arturo Benedetti Michelangeli. Only the finest pianos. Internationally famous. Neither deserve it. Pulled the plug at the wrong time. Would he have still kept the same track listing? Maybe so. Heartbreak to rehash. Goes by quick. Good drum programming. James Bond future theme. Brian Wilson. Phil Spector. Absolute Nigel Godrich. Cinematic. The album that never was. But this one is worldwide, motherfuckers. Third this summer. And a fourth already out. I can hardly keep up. I need to review movies. Doesn’t Pauly Deathwish know I don’t have time for Galaga? Falling apart. Short-circuit. Charlotte Gainsbourg. Flashback to Bucolic.
“John Brennan on Thursday recalled being asked a standard question for a top security clearance at his early CIA lie detector test: Have you ever worked with or for a group that was dedicated to overthrowing the US?”
And with those who collaborate with China to suppress freedom.
Some of those communist agents have risen to the highest levels of U.S. government.
It is not a stretch to say that America is now run by communist China.
Which means people like myself–people who like to have their votes actually count–are placed in a very delicate situation.
I am no longer under any illusion that my vote counts.
My vote was stolen by Eric Coomer.
My vote was stolen by Ruby Freeman.
My vote was stolen by Fulton County and Wayne County.
My vote was stolen by Philadelphia, Detroit, and Milwaukee.
My vote was stolen by Maricopa County.
My vote was stolen by Phoenix.
My vote was stolen by Las Vegas.
My vote was stolen by Arizona and Nevada.
My vote was stolen by Chinese hackers.
My vote was stolen by the CIA.
My vote was stolen by the Deep State.
I could go on and on.
My vote was stolen by Mark Zuckerberg and his pathetic wife Priscilla Chan.
My vote was stolen by Mitch McConnell and his pathetic wife Elaine Chao.
And her pathetic sister Angela Chao.
And the Bank of China.
My vote was stolen by China.
China who gave the world COVID.
America is in a war.
It is undeclared publicly.
I’m not sure our military is even smart enough to realize we are under attack.
Because many of our top brass appear to be corrupt.
My vote was stolen by Michael Hayden and John Brennan.
My vote was stolen by Gina Haspel and Avril Haines.
My vote was stolen by Bill Gates.
My vote was stolen by James Mattis and John Kelly.
My vote was stolen by Colin Powell and James Comey.
My vote was stolen by Andrew McCabe and Peter Strzok.
My vote was stolen and given to Joe Biden.
My vote appears to have been stolen by Mark Milley.
My vote appears to have been stolen by Chris Miller and Ezra Cohen-Watnick.
My vote was stolen by Mike Pence.
My vote was stolen by Brett Kavanaugh.
My vote was stolen by Amy Coney Barrett.
My vote was stolen by John Roberts.
My vote was stolen by Chris Krebs.
My vote was stolen by Christopher Wray.
South Carolina is where cars crash into trees.
Where drunks wreck their hoopties.
Fucked up on malt liquor.
You’re almost in Georgia by that point.
But you gotta go inland to find the Georgia Guidestones.
So transparently talking about global depopulation.
But still on the South Carolina border.
Heading towards Alabama hit Atlanta.
Was it Ted Turner built the Guidestones or some other worthless fuck?
Some worthless piece of shit like Bill Gates.
Parris Island will get you to Jekyll Island.
Where those filthy bankers plotted the Federal Reserve System in secret in 1910.
111 years ago.
Two world wars.
A Cold War.
Afghanistan for us and the Soviets.
And now we can never get out of debt.
All goes back to 9/11.
I liked R. Lee Ermey.
Some might say.
Like liking Darth Vader.
But I don’t think so.
Because Stanley Kubrick is a (very talented) propagandist.
True, war is disgusting.
True, Vietnam was depressing.
But now you see what we were fighting against.
Was it misguided?
But now Chinese communism has conquered our nation (with the installment of Joe Biden).
And so now the heroes of Vietnam–our American Vietnam vets–are truly heroes after all.
To stem the tide.
To buy us time.
And our politicians (and military brass) have pissed it away.
But mainly our politicians.
And our filthy intelligence (CIA) community.
America is not shit.
At its heart.
But Stanley Kubrick and all his commie fag friends want you to believe it’s so.
But we will not tolerate that.
We respect Kubrick’s talent.
But politely disagree with his artistic premise…that America is shit.
D’Onofrio breaks your heart.
And it is more schoolmaster bullying than anything.
But it’s all plausible.
Yet Kubrick has to shoot it like The Shining.
Yeah, war will drive you crazy.
And real training should be the same intensity as the war you’re going to.
Otherwise, it’s worthless.
America is at war.
China doesn’t declare war anymore.
They just sneak around and poison you.
And fuck with your weather.
And buy off your politicians.
I love jelly donuts.
We’re not all cut out for the military.
But when the enemy invades the homeland (as China has done to us), all bets are off.
I am a digital soldier.
Born To Kill.
Matthew Modine good here too.
In the eyes.
Kubrick was a genius.
An evil genius.
Yes, war is bad.
But Kubrick was a communist.
So, for him, a communist world was better than a war.
For me, a war is better than a communist world.
Because at least we got the chance of coming out the other side with some freedoms.
That thing I am using right now to write this blog.
That thing that guarantees I can insult the government.
I can make my views known.
I cannot be violent, but I can unleash a shitstorm of invective.
And my government is supposed to not be able to stop me.
Because they are constrained by our Constitution.
Is protected speech.
I wish no harm to anyone listed above.
Even if they have literally taken communist Chinese money (like Joe Biden).
I don’t wish them harm.
But I can’t vote them out.
Which puts me in a very delicate situation.
Which necessitates that I study war.
To fight China myself.
Because my government has become (in many ways) one with China.
My loyalty is to the USA.
My loyalty is to my country.
Joe Biden’s loyalty is to money.
And those who give him money.
He and his family have profited handsomely off of Chinese dealings.
And Ukrainian dealings.
China has released a plague upon us.
This is not the time to make friends with China.
But Joe Biden doesn’t understand that.
He just understands corruption.
He just wants his pockets lined.
And Joe Biden’s handlers don’t care about the plague.
For them, it’s just another opportunity to make money (off of vaccines).
And really, they worship the plague…because the plague let them dethrone Trump.
It was the only way.
To get the mail-in ballots.
But some, like Bill Gates (and Avril Haines), are quite obviously more privy to a deeper plan.
A plan to cull the herd.
Unfortunately for them, the rapper Pitbull is onto their Event 201 bullshit.
So it is not looking good for Gates and Haines re: stealthiness.
Do you remember Charles Whitman?
Lee Harvey Oswald?
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman does.
Them’s the facts of life.
The Virgin Mary.
Mary Jane Rottencrotch.
A man can only be pushed so far.
How many people voted for Trump?
What do the rotten bastards say?
That’s no small potatoes.
Based on post-election polling, I’m guessing the current number of Trump voters who believe the election was stolen sits at about 46 million people or more. Maybe closer to 50 million. And this is assuming the 69 million total is correct (which it cannot, in reality, be).
But I am not here to lay out the evidence.
I have done it before.
I am sick of doing it.
Research it yourself.
Nothing could possibly happen on Tet.
Never has before.
There couldn’t possibly be a military coup.
Never has been before.
Except in just about every country on Earth (America not withstanding).
But what we have had are:
–a Revolutionary War (which birthed the country)
–a Civil War (which tore the country in two).
It was a rebirth.
China (and Russia) would like nothing more than to see us go through a civil war.
China because they want to beat us.
Russia because they still hate us.
But Russia respects us.
Not our leaders, of course.
Those of us fighting against the New World Order.
China owns the New World Order.
Or vice versa.
It is symbiotic.
Russia is on the sidelines.
More or less self-sufficient.
But a little nervous.
About their neighbor China.
And about the disintegration of the U.S.
Of course Russia wants the E.U. to collapse.
But the E.U. deserves to collapse.
Because it is Chinese communism in disguise.
It is the pet project of the globalists (the Bilderberg set).
Adam Baldwin is also the most real thing here.
But D’Onofrio breaks your heart.
And mine too.
We fucked up.
But we all get the punishment.
Gotta accept Jesus.
It’s not communism.
Order out of chaos (some say).
But not cynical.
You gotta offer a choice.
God is the ultimate capitalist.
A free market of souls.
Take your pick.
Choose the Devil.
Or choose God.
And feel good.
Make your bed.
Kubrick always goes a bit squiffy just when he could nail it.
Same in The Shining.
That stupid maze scene at the end.
More funny than scary.
Ruins a masterpiece.
Blood in slow-motion.
Kubrick doesn’t know…why…he’s doing what he’s doing.
Which is why this film is NOT as good (nor as important) as Apocalypse Now.
The CDC declared war on the psyches of Americans when it started counting probable cases of coronavirus and probable deaths resulting from COVID as ACTUAL cases and ACTUAL deaths attributable to COVID-19.
CNN declared war on Donald Trump and waged this war for four-straight years by way of merciless propaganda.
In 1980, an anonymous group erected a mysterious stone structure in the United States which prioritized their stated desires starting thusly: “Maintain humanity under 500,000,000 in perpetual balance with nature.”
[the world’s population at the time was 4.43 billion (meaning that this anonymous group thought there were about 4 billion excess humans on the planet)]
In 1910, seven men met in utmost secrecy just off the coast of the United States on Jekyll Island to plan what would become the Federal Reserve System.
Jayne Mansfield was, in all likelihood, a Satanist.
She died when the car in which she was traveling crashed into the back of a tractor-trailer just east of New Orleans.
Did Hitler have tinnitus?
20 July plot.
Could we call those Nazis heroes?
They tried to assassinate Hitler with plastic explosives.
But they fucked up his ears.
Kevin Spacey embodies evil in this film (and some might say, in real life).
I avoided watching this film for a long time…strictly because Spacey was in it.
It is well known that he took a trip to Africa aboard Jeffrey Epstein’s “Lolita Express”.
Sexual assault charges have been filed against Spacey by multiple people.
And multiple accusers have subsequently died.
If there is such a thing as the New World Order (some might just call it the Bilderberg Meetings), then Kevin Spacey might well be the most thoroughly-connected Hollywood actor.
It’s just a hunch.
But one thing is certain: Kevin Spacey possesses an amazing thespian talent.
Which brings us to another point.
Do we have to approve of the lifestyles of artists?
Not necessarily so.
I love Pablo Picasso’s work.
I don’t judge his work based on the details of his life.
So I am somewhat remiss to say: Kevin Spacey is brilliant in this film.
And if he be evil in real life, then he had no problem channeling that force for this role.
For he is, undoubtedly, the villain.
And yet, he is human.
There is shading.
Like a Dostoyevsky character.
No one is completely good.
And no one is completely bad.
Which brings us back to war.
We must respect our enemies.
If they indeed demand our respect.
If the Central Intelligence Agency was to have a primary asset in Hollywood, that asset might very well be Kevin Spacey.
Again, just a hunch.
And so we can appreciate brilliance.
Brilliance in conception.
Brilliance in execution.
There are many battlefields.
Many geometric planes on which to do battle.
Kevin Spacey is an infinitely-talented actor.
It is almost scary how deft he truly is.
This movie may have saved my romantic relationship.
On again after four hellish days of arguments.
Because music saves us.
And we make music.
There is a connection which no one can get at.
Our DNA is musical.
Thinking back to Jayne’s measurements.
And songs I’ve written.
A timely shock of hair.
Thank you for your service.
Few industries are as sick and corrupt as the acting and music industries.
I know the latter firsthand.
There’s no such thing as a former KGB man.
When life was carefree in Austin, Texas.
Before Antifa ruined it.
Anything was possible.
Potential bursting from every moment.
A sensual heaviness to the air.
The 2020 election was stolen.
And Georgia was centerstage.
Ruby Freeman got caught.
And (apparently) paid no price.
But this travesty gave us at least one American hero: Lin Wood.
And now L. Lin Wood stands as one of the few remaining beacons in the darkness which has settled over America.
But there were other heroes.
Like Jesse Morgan.
What happened to his truck-full of ballots that he transported from Bethpage, New York to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania?
His truck disappeared.
The 2020 election was a heist of the most grand proportions.
Analog, digital…you name it.
Ask Phill Kline what happened to that truck.
Ask Anthony Shaffer.
The Amistad Project tried to preserve “one person, one vote” in America.
So far, not a single court in the land (post-election) has had the guts to look at the evidence.
And the evidence is embarrassingly-copious.
Jamie Foxx is excellent in this film.
Don’t underestimate the thug.
Street smarts and book smarts differ.
The latter can earn you a living.
The former can keep you alive.
Staying alive in the world of crime and secrecy (a deadly combination) is no small feat.
Especially when the stakes are high.
For criminals, cops are bad.
Unless the cops are corrupt.
In which case, the cops may very well be working to supply the criminals (among other things).
Which makes me think of the highly-questionable Eric Holder.
And the genre this movie emerges from.
A franchise and a genre.
Fast and furious.
We are the scum that keep it alive.
We are the 7 billion people who will not make the cut alluded to in the Georgia Guidestones.
But romance continues in war.
As love is more desperate.
And each moment savored more so.
A morsel here.
We get bold.
Nerds of the world.
Yes, we have no bananas.
Just writing songs.
A potential deserter.
Every man has his breaking point.
Ansel Elgort is also brilliant in this film.
Edgar Wright may be the most important film director working in the world today.
This film is a masterpiece.
The problem is (and it’s hardly a problem), all his films are masterpieces.
I watch them repeatedly.
Wright is truly an auteur.
He is truly an indispensable filmmaker.
I didn’t GET that at first.
Just like I didn’t GET the first Grinderman record when it came out.
Some things take time.
Each artist has their own language.
You must first learn the language.
Maybe you can only run so long.
Which is why an army is not one man or one woman.
That day will come when you are not so lucky.
If you only have one memory.
It is priceless.
Can bad people do a good turn?
And we pray that they see the light.
Can quiet nerds be bad motherfuckers?
You better believe it.
But they never stop being (simultaneously) fragile.