Monday, August 20, 2007

Things go Full Cirlce: The Bush Manifesto

OR: How George W has been wrestling power from the United States’ Congress and Supreme Court to reduce the once proud pillar of constitutional democracy to scarcely more than the regimes that the democratic world has fought for so long to subdue.

Before I begin my rant, I have noticed that this topic may be a little heavy for some readers – or indeed for the ambience of the blog. It is not, after all, a light-hearted, fly-on-the-wall frolic about any random occurrence which for one reason or another might have tickled me in the right or wrong way. For that I apologise. There are reasons for my doing so which will become apparent, but I truly feel that this topic is worthy of discussion on our communal page.

No, unlike others, this is a tickle which won’t go away. It is a tickle which has festered into the bane of a thousand Democrats and, ironically, Republicans alike. But not US Republicans…

In one of my frequent scoffs at the notions of communism, fascism, Nazism and any other ism that for one reason or another decides to remind me of how much I love Australia, it occurred to me recently that there is one aspect of these modes of governance which is shared to some degree by that of the United States of America, and one which our system of parliamentary democracy largely avoids by endowing the head of state with merely a cursory role in the execution of the will of the people.

In other words, we purposely limit the Governor-General’s powers to a mere “rubber stamp”. And that’s the way I like it.

In the words of James Madison, father of modern constitutional democracies and fourth President of the United States, "the accumulation of all powers, legislative, executive, and judiciary, in the same hands, whether of one, a few, or many, and whether hereditary, self-appointed, or elective, may justly be pronounced the very definition of tyranny."

The very definition of tyranny.

Indeed.

But surely, Rhys, I hear you say, you couldn’t possibly be comparing the tyranny of those oppressive regimes to the home of the brave and land of the free?

Well I do, Andrew, although in part, only to the extent that you would claim that communism is perfect in theory. So long as the “theory” is only applied to robots and not people.

Lets take a few regimes as convenient examples: Lenin’s Bolsheviks, Hitler’s Nazis, Mussolini’s Fascisti, and of course Bush’s Redneck Saudi Evangelical Warmongers. As hard as it might be to believe, these regimes all held the legitimate sovereign power of their respective nation states. As Nick often reminds us, “Can you imagine, if we lived in Germany in the late 1930s, we would be Nazis!”

Hitler gained a vast majority of parliamentary support by the 1932 elections. In fact, so tumultuous was the political landscape of Europe at the time that no freely elected party in any country had achieved comparable electoral success. President von Hindenburg then duly appointed Hitler Chancellor in February 1933, and one month later the Enabling Act was legally passed to allow Hitler to enjoy full legislative power including that which might deviate from the constitution.

Mussolini reached power by being installed by King Vittorio Emanuele III in accordance with the Statuto Albertino, the Italian Constitution. Thus, although he held only a very small proportion of the support of Italy’s lower house in 1922, he still took power legally. Over the next 5 years he gradually saw to it that he was invested with power over more widespread areas of government.

The Bolsheviks, although through revolution, nonetheless established a sovereign state in Russia. The failing of the crown in defending her borders during the first World War turned Russia away from the monarchy and hugely bolstered the party’s support. The communist state doesn’t uphold the so-called separation of power between legislative, executive and judicial branches of government, and so Lenin assumed a great role.

And then there’s Bush. Now you will all remember his entry into the White House as being supported by a somewhat questionable ruling by the Supreme Court. Are you aware, however, of how Mr Bush has been using an executive power unique to the US President to effectively usurp (I love that word) power from the United states Congress and Supreme Court?

He can do this because he has the power to issue “signing statements”. But Bush has been instrumental in greatly enhancing the effect that the power of the President has had over both the legislature and the judiciary by using this power for a questionable purpose. Hence he has effectively begun to amass power in the same way (although not yet to the same degree) as these other famed leaders.

The US Constitution is clear in assigning to Congress the power to write the laws and to the President a duty ''to take care that the laws be faithfully executed." Bush, however, has used this proviso to leave a much greater mark on the duly enacted laws of the people’s representatives than what was perhaps intended by the Constitution.

He has declared that he has the power to set aside laws when they conflict with his legal interpretation of the Constitution. Further than this, he claims that if he has the power to decline to enact a piece of legislation then he must also be able to decline to enforce parts of acts. And this is where the contention lies, because it is at this point when the president ceases to act as merely a custodian of the will of the legislature in ensuring that “the laws be faithfully enacted”, and begins to take on a legislative role all of his own.

For example, when Bush signed into law the McCain Anti-Torture Bill outlawing the use of torture on detainees, his signing statement, referring to the aims of the act in preventing terrorism, concludes that his authority as “Unitary Executive” and Commander-in-Chief of the armed forces will allow him to bypass the very law he is signing should he consider it appropriate – an action which formed a large part of the raison d’être of the legislation itself!

It is also in his very convenient interpretations of the constitution that he has assumed part of the role of the judiciary as well, rather than, as previously done, issuing a statement aimed at the processes of the executive to faithfully carry out the law. Quite simply he is telling everyone how to read the constitution – a role formally bestowed exclusively upon the Supreme Court.

To give you some indication: before Regan, only 75 signing statements were issued in 190 years of Presidents, mostly little more than commentary or notes on the ambit or aims of the acts. George HW issued some 180 and Clinton around 140 which, between them, challenged around 350 pieces of legislation. So it was not a new thing when George W started signing away.

However, what has changed, is that George W, in his 160-odd statements, has challenged over 1000 pieces of validly enacted legislation. And he has used these executive pronouncements to tell the people how these laws should be read and which parts should be ignored – roles which, in our system, are the exclusive domain of both elected representatives – parliament – and un-tenured stewards of legal principals – the courts.

The Australian system would not support the back-door power struggles of Tyrants like Bush. Giving power to a singular, popularly elected head of state just asks for these kinds of legal shenanigans. It is also why I believe the republic model presented for referenda in 1999 was the best model yet seen – by this country or any other. (And here I reveal my cryptic reference to republicans)

And why I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else.

Saturday, August 18, 2007

The biggest fuck up since Iraq.....



After blogging about it several times, one would think that i would have learnt my lesson. Instead i sit here with a sickeningly heavy stomach, $10.05 less in my wallet and a desire to kick my own arse.


Fucking KFC has done it to me again.


Where is my self control.


KFC- I hate you, but not as much as i hate myself right now.


Iraq -Fail

KFC Fucking Fail.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Un-insightful Filler

This post has no purpose whatsoever except to contribute something to this blog. May I first of all congratulate my cohorts in their stellar efforts in keeping this thing afloat.

I write this from the comfort of my living room whilst watching the Simpsons. I can do these two things simultaneously thanks to my brand new laptop and the wonders of wireless technology.

The only downside at this stage is that I dont have a mouse connected to the laptop, and instead have to use this ridiculously annoying touch pad thing. For this reason, this post will end here.

Value added to the blog: zero.

- Moff

Monday, August 13, 2007

32 years of utter incompetence- Matthew Richardson, this is your life.



How is it possible?


Sometimes i wonder at the marvel that is the scientific world. I'm not a genius- I haven't got the schmidt-esque looks for it, so maybe my calculations are immature or, well, just plain wrong. But what i want to know is how someone so offensively incompetent at dropping the footy (after at least 27 years of doing it-given that he is 32) has ever kicked goals, in any league, let alone 730 odd in 250 odd AFL games. It just does not add up.


It fills me with rage that someone with incoherent skills like that can excel in the position where straight kicking is fundamental. Richo- pictured right, spends an eternity lining it up- why? it's a fucking lottery with him anyway, he may as well spin around a good few dozen times , keep his eyes closed, then kick it.. you might be surprised by the results, he of course, will look just as confused as ever.Sometimes i feel like I'm part of some "truman show" like theatre where everybody else knows the truth- Everyone but me- and you're all having a laugh, even richo, at my expense.


It's like Ben Lee selling records, FUCK, it's like Ben Lee fucking Clare Danes- How in god's name did it come to this? How is it possible.


I've said it before and i'll say it again. If i were on his team, i would never, ever, kick a ball within 50 metres of him, for fear that somehow he'd find another way to fuck it up.


Richo- this is your life.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Is Hollywood losing it's edge? Is "the edge" really a name for a human being?

When i was a young boy "Action" meant something different to what it does today- today it gets glossed over by horny pimple faced 16 (and 25) year old boys trying to get into the secret garden. Hell, Bruce Springsteen even released a hit song about 'secret gardens' but this blog is all about good old fashion Hollywood action!


Upon viewing the Bourne Identity dernier soir(last night) i recieved a rather audacious comment via sms, claiming that the scene where, your hero and mine, Jason Bourne rides a corpse off a landing 6 floors up- surviving, minus significant injury is the greatest action scene of all time. A fine feat. I was impressed- im sure you were. But the sms captivated me on more levels than this. And i began to wonder.


Absolute genius- BUT maybe, just maybe i have an action scene involving a corpse that goes one step further....


1989- the year that began the same way that it ended- wishing the fucking 80's would end. Of course some magnificant things came out of it, just not as many as some friends of mine will have you believe...


my contender for greatest of all time comes from a trilogy-


Weekend at Bernies


The scene where Bernie(the deceased for those who weren't allowed to stay up for the movies) slides out the back of the speedboat(- schmidty on the right looking cooly oblivious) and is dragged behind, as if he was waterskiing. I feel the scene describes itself, so i won't go into unnecessary detail but i feel that this scene pips the Bourne Identity at the post, possibly in a tight tie breaker. Why?


Well they both have extreme imagination in the directing of the scene, in fact all other attributes are tied, but Jason Bourne never once utters a word to the corpse after using it to his effect. What sort of Hollywood hero neglects a chance like that to pull out a one liner? I think James Woods would be more on the ball..


Weekend at Bernies they talk to the corpse for THREE movies!
"Bernie is waiting for us"
"Look, Bernie isn't going anywhere"
Genius.
In a world where guitarists can call themselves slash and the edge, shouldn't we all be spending more time talking to corpses? Weekend at Bernies... maybe, just maybe the world is ready for a 4th movie as beautiful as you...

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Is the Northern Hemisphere all it's cracked up to be?

Yes, it is, Schmidt

Sunday, August 05, 2007

Andrew Schmidt, Egg Magnate



For the first time in a while, I have a new and important direction in my life. I have a new passion and the will to make it into a thriving business. I am starting a snap frozen egg company, with numerous different egg inspired products. Imagine a snap frozen egg and bacon sandwich you can heat up in the microwave after a big night out. Delish. Just like a fresh one, only frozen. The news will call me Andrew Schmidt, egg magnate.

As an interesting aside, the hounorific Egg Magnate originates from 1493 when Henry VII, King of England and Wales decreed that any person who owned more than ten chickens for commercial use shall be known as an Egg Magnate and shall have the right to add the letters E.M. after his name. This might seem to be an extraordinary generous decree by todays standards but at the time only the King and his two closest courtesians could be said to deserve the honour. Of course today owning more than ten chickens for commercial use is a trifling matter and almost anyone who feels like it can add the letters E.M. to their name. I did apply to the Privy Council to have this rule changed to ten thousand chickens, and a clause added about the bettermentof society, but my application was denied 5-4 by the right honourable Jakson Hirely.

But back to the topic. To be a successful egg magnate in this day and age one must diversify. It is not enough to simply own ten chickens. In fact, it is not enough to own ten thousand chickens. The egg and chicken industry is simply not what it once was. So in order to increase profit margins, and news coverage, I decided to use what I have plenty of to my advantage. That is chickens and an unusaul flair for training animals. It started with chickens trained to be my servants. Hell they're cheaper than slaves and usually cleaner. So soon I had chickens doing my laundry, doing the dusting (they already have the feathers), cooking my dinner. Do you know how many chickens it takes to make a bed. I'll tell you its three, they dont have opposable thumbs you see, just beaks, so sometimes jobs can be labour intensive, but its alright, they're just chickens.

After hitting upon this oppurtunity, it occured to me that I could turn this into a lucrative operation, and I started hiring out well trained chickens to others. My latest venture involves hypnotising chickens to be lift repair men. OTIS are spewing that I am taking all their business. Its true, it sometimes takes a while for people to get used to chickens servicing their lift's, but once they see the quality of the workmanship, or workchickenship, they are satisfied customers.

The moral of the story - all it takes to be successful is a good idea and hard work. One day you too could be a egg magnate,

Andrew Schmidt BEng(Hons) LLB (Hons) E.M.

Address given by Andrew Schmidt, renowned author and Egg Magnate to the Royal Assembly of Chiken and other Poultry Farmers, on his 80th birthday, August 2061.

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Thomas the Travelling Salesman


Thomas was a man, and oh, what a man he was. He was a giver, was John, and everywhere he went he left them begging for more. What was did he gift to people? He gave beautiful, unsurpassed, pure pleasure. Men wanted to be him, women wanted to be with him, oh if only for a single night. No women were immune from his power. Soon he was to pick up a reputation, and this only increased his power and mystique. People began to wonder why women kept coming back, and this only brought more. Women of all ages came to him, entranced by his power, unable to resist, ready for him to service their needs.

Soon he could no longer pleasure the masses of women all by himself. There were too many for just one man. Ans so the search began. The search for a worthy partner. The search for someone with whom he could share his knowledge and power. The search for an Apprentice.

As Thomas was a travelling salesman it was not hard for him to search far and wide for an apprentice. The man chosen must be something special. He would not settle for average or even good, or his reputation and whole career could be sullied forever. Over a long period of time, he slowly came to realise that this man was right beneath his nose. He had never thought to test this man. Once he did he soon realised that the force was strong within him. Under his tutelage he was sure to be a grandmaster pleasurer within years. And so began the lessons.

To be Continued when the lessons have been completed....

Monday, July 02, 2007

Whatever Happened To....


Billy Ray Cyrus




What a phenomenon we all could have done without. I mean really. Achy Breaky Heart? What the hell was he thinking. After bursting onto our shores in a jumbling mess of square dancing, mullets and terrible accents in 1992, what has become of him? Surely he deserves more hits after spending 7 weeks at No. 1 and an incredible 26 weeks in the top 50, surely he couldn’t have faded off the stage like Joan Osbourne or Kriss Kross? He deserves more than that, if only for bringing back the mullet to Australia 10 years before it actually became popular again. And he wasn’t even Italian.

Well in fact Billy Ray hasn’t left us. He is in fact back, bigger, and better than ever starring in a television series Doc, and helping his young daughter kick start her career in another series, Hannah Montana. So those of you who loved the song (God kill you all) don’t despair, he can still be found (minus the Mullé) on Fox 8 Tuesdays at 10.

Monday, June 04, 2007

The Malaise

mal•aise /mlez/ noun [U, sing.] (formal) - a general feeling of being ill/sick, unhappy or not satisfied, without signs of any particular problem, unease

That is what I have. Never has a word more perfectly described the situation in which I find myself this afternoon. My brain has a malaise. Nothing outward (well besides the normal) shows anything wrong. But yet my brain is not quite right. I know the words I want to use and when I start the sentence I know how to say them, and what they mean. The only problem is half way through, it’s like part way into the sentence, you know…fuck it, there it goes again.

I think I shall call it Monday Malaise from now on, and hope it catches on, much like Sketchy Sunday or Stoopid Saturday. It defenately stems from such acticities and as such should be combined in an averall alliteration scheme such as we see here.

This post is actually a purposeful, I mean beautiful, example of what I am trying explain, unsuccessfully. I have on purpose left all my mistakes and mix ups so you can get a better of an idea of how scattered I really am. Truly I have not purposefully put in any scattered shite that I didn’t type already, and thend decided not to change. GOD

Monday, April 16, 2007

Tours of the Shady Underbelly


Well that went well didn't it. The suposed incredible revival of the once great blog, like a phoenix rising form the ashes, Harry Potter style, capitulated after two posts from one contributor. Well done The Moff.

Now a month has passed without anyone adding anything more to my hum drum life. How am to survive? Where has the laughter gone?

I have a theory. I think that The Moff (if that is your real name), spends his comic genius elsewhere these days. He has forgotten his roots, where it all started. What would you be without us, i ask? NOTHING. What have the owners of pubs and taverns around this great state ever done to deserve your comic genius? Again nothing. What has prompted this abandonment from your friends to their enemies?

The "almighty dollar". Dollar schmollar. Sure you can go to the nothern henisphere with it. Sure it may buy you happiness, but I ask you, what has it ever really done for you?

Sunday, April 15, 2007

What an age of CHOICE we consumers live in!

Those of you who are currently residing in Australia will no doubt have seen Domino's latest "creation". But for those who read this from abroad, allow me to enlighten you as to the newest "pizza" to grace the Domino's TV advertising spot.

We all know the folks at Domino's have never shied away from redefining the boundaries of the pizza game. A few years ago we were struck upside the head with their rather adventurous varieties of crusts and the filling that lies between them, and since then we have been continually challenged with increasingly zany methods for cramming as much fat into a confined space as is humanly possible.

All well and good. However, I do believe it is safe to say that this time, Domino's have well and truly crossed the line.

Yes. Thats right. A niche in the market has now been occupied by the forward thinking executives employed by this pizza stalwart. The general public now has access to a MEAT PIE PIZZA, or as the ad displays, two crusts which house a sloppy mess of beef mince and peas, with "traditional" pizza toppings to cap it off.

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? Is it genuinely necessary to fuse Australian and Italian cuisine in such a brazen fashion? Or is this just another step closer to complete market saturation?

One thing is for sure, I shall not be saturating my insides with such a diabolical concoction.

However, I am certain that one Nicholas J.C. Worthley would give his left nut for a solitary bite of the Domino's Meat Pie Pizza given the current eating situation he has imposed upon himself while trekking through the nether regions of the planet. Whats for dinner tonight Nick? Rice rice served on a bed of rice with a side serving of steamed rice?

Thats right mate, you keep on walking. Not far now to base camp I hope? In the meantime I will order one of these pizzas, purely so that I may throw it in the bin as a protest against the sheer insanity that I have witnessed on the idiot box that blares at me incessantly while I relax in my living room.

Meatily yours,

- Moff

After months at sea, I spy land, and embrace it with open arms and flippered feet.

Yep, I've flipped up the page of the calendar on the kitchen wall 5 times since Dylan uploaded the most recent contribution to this exercise. It started off quietly, gained some brief momentum and held our interest long enough to articulate a few thoughts via fingers on a keyboard, and then, predictably, dropped off our collective radars.

Such fickle folk we be.

Speaking of dropping off radars... it awfully quiet here in Adelaide these days. I remember back in the day....The sending of a solitary text message on a mid week evening manifested into 8 cats streaming through the hastily raised garage door toward an eastern suburbs granny flat with a full-wall mural of a rainforest scene to...well...just to "hang out", i guess.

Ahh, those were the days. Being a member of our crew was effortless, in fact, you had to fight to avoid the action.

But time trudges forward. Before you know it you're 25, working full time, with more than half of your previously ever-present group of mates geographically dispersed outside of this town.

Such is life.

Its not all bad. Its a natural evolution. We spent the most time together when everyone was still "getting to where they were going". Now, most of us are "there", in terms of immediate plans outside of uni anyway. I've got plenty to smile about. A job I'd never even dreamed of having a chance of getting. One where I actually look forward to going to work. One with so many perks it could sink a ship with Rhys onboard, even when he is wearing his speed-shorts. All of this has brought a relative abundance of the almighty dollar to my life, and with it the ability to save up for something I have been dreaming about for as long as I can remember.

At 11:55AM on Tuesday June 12th, my girl and I shall board SQ268 and finally join this highly exclusive club of individuals who have been to this place called the "Northern Hemisphere".

I kind of feel like the last guy in a group of teenage guys to get laid. For years I have listened to the others describe the sordid details of their affairs, wondering what it will be like when I finally get to join the conversation with some knowledge of my own. Now, my folks have gone away for the weekend, I've got a franger in my wallet and a guaranteed root, so long as I don't do anything stupid before I'm confronted with my destiny.

Brilliant.

Expect some new episodes of Moff's Most Hated Celebrities in the near future. I have 6 months worth of pent up annoyance that needs to find a home.

Until then, try and avoid swooping magpies when walking under trees.

Trust me on this one.

- Moff

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Im a reasonable man....BUT...this has gone too far


Satisfy that craving? Satisfy that craving.... For fuck's sake KFC.. why don't you just spit in my face.

Another fucking sub par effort, KFC, you've lost my vote.

Monday, October 16, 2006

UMMMM... EXCUSE ME...! .....WHAT?!?!?!


Errrr ummmm.... How does one put this....
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"Woods vows to keep on improving"
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"After becoming the first player to win at least eight times on the PGA Tour in three different seasons (1999, 2000 and 2006), he says he is still improving. "
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For the first time, in a very long time, possibly since i tried to speak french last, i, the author, am lost for words. Is there something Tig-rhones not telling us?

Sunday, October 08, 2006

The Michael

The Michael Cometh.

Monday, September 25, 2006

Sometimes fantasy really is better than reality....


The concept: To take a fickle -(I declare that KFC is the most fickle of the fastfood chains.. when their burgers are bad- oh man theyre bad, but when theyre good, theyre oh so good)...Anyway back to the concept.
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The concept: to take a fickle pre-existing burger and give it a new lease on life(for a one month promo period). Finally i was hungry and deluded enough to swing by a KFC and put some of their greasy mittens in my stomach- Besides i had been punishing myself and hadnt eaten KF since a certain sniffy free golf trip.
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As i pulled into the drive thru i decided on a whim (always a mistake- i promise never to go against the Twister again) to try out this new accomplishment in the world of burgers. A KFC Nacho Burger. Sounds brilliant to me.
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I made the 2-3 minute journey home and ploughed straight into the treat knowing full well that if i left it too long the enjoyment of the burger would rapidly decline at a feverishly high exponential rate.
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What i tasted was nothing like i had expected.After opening up my burger with the patience of a bomb technician as not to disturb the flavour i made several observations. The salsa was no more than one teaspoon(not heaped) and off to one side and the chips consisted of 3- THREE- shaped roughly the same size as a 50 cent piece- perhaps a sniffy bigger. Obviously the fact that the burger was cold and small does not go in the burgers favour.
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Ah i blame myself really- what was i thinking.
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Overall i give this burger a 3/10
and myself a 2/10 for not learning my lesson from the last time KFC had a promo burger.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Jesus and those dreaded sweatmongs.....




With Sweatmongs being the latest 'must have' in the world of fashion, i thought it would be an appropriate time to cast my mind back to the days of old, before sweatmonging was cool. I took the luxury of casting my mind back as far as i could until i came to a point where i just couldnt continue thinking anymore. My mind was anchored. i had found the pinnacle and, dare i say it, the original sweatmong.

Jesus Christ.

Pictured right>> Our biblical hero, nay, maestro, can be seen demonstrating the correct grip for a demon-like inswinging yorker that would have had moses trembling in his sandals.
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But anyway, this is not about Jesus bowling from the cathedral end- it's about his time spent with the dreaded sweatmongs.
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According to the Gospels, Jesus was raised from the dead on the third day after his crucifixion. And this is the moment in history that i want to discuss- sure historians have exhausted a vast many a topics in regards to our comrade Jesus, but there is one that i feel has been overlooked.
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The dreaded Sweatmongs.
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After all that time chilling (as opposed to hanging(surely this cool cat smoked weed-a weed nap perhaps?)) what would the final crucial minutes have been like before he came out and reappeared. What would have been going through his mind? Thoughts, no doubt, such as 'will these people believe me?' 'what will they say' etc etc... but what i really want to know is, how did he handle the sweatmongs. Yes, he was the son of 'god' but surely he was human enough to be sketching. Of course my thinking does not stop there, what then would he have done with such sweaty sweatmongs? Surely he couldnt wipe it on his clothes. Jesus has been chilling in a dusty tomb for days, a wipe of the sweatmongs on the old tunic would have lead to large noticable stains on his shirt...
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So where did Jesus go from here? what did he do with the mongs? We may never know and that is the greatest tragedy of all, especially for all those faithful followers who wear the "what would jesus do?" bracelets.
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God forbid these people ever get sweatmongs, it may just be too much to for them...

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Amputechture, Vermicide and other funny sounding words...

The week just gone was a good week. It was one of those weeks that doesn't come around very often. There is nothing quite like the excitement that coarses through the essence of my being when some fresh new sounds are made available from one of my many adored and cherished musical outfits. For those of you who are not educated on the Mars Volta, there are no words that I could use to even begin to explain what goes on when these guys write music. The Mars Volta are back with their 3rd studio effort - Amputechture, and anyone who truly feels this band could not possibly be disappointed.

The one thing that I love the most about these guys is the way in which they completely throw out the window any traditional structure as far as "songs" and "albums" go. Their records are more like a churning soundscape which contains a hybrid of manic guitar work, completely and utterly god-like drumming and a unique mood which would be impossible for any other group of musicians to create. Rest assured, if you like your albums straight down the line, and your songs in verse-chorus-verse format, you will be challenged to breaking point. However the open minded and thrill-seeking listener will find oneself thouroughly immersed, and left dumbfounded and confused at how music as bold, intricate and outrageously syncopated as this can manifest itself from the minds of men.

2006 has been a pretty good year album wise, and the Mars Volta have just cranked it up a notch for me. I'm only just getting warmed up with this one.

Bring on December 4 @ Thebbie. Can't wait to open the eyes of my peers to this new and incomprehensible world of noise.

Almost at the end of another far too short weekend,

Moff

Friday, September 08, 2006

Good old Georgie George...

I find it overwhelmingly sad that people are aware of the propoganda and have been for quite sometime and yet nothing has changed. If anything it has gotten worse.
Old George Orwell got it backward. Big Brother isn't watching. He's singing and dancing. He's pulling rabbits out of a hat. Big Brother's holding your attention every moment you're awake. He's making sure you're always distracted. He's making sure you're fully absorbed... and this being fed, it's worse than being watched. With the world always filling you, no one has to worry about what's in your mind. With everyone's imagination atrophied, no one will ever be a threat to the world.
from Chuck Palahniuk's novel Lullaby
I had a argument with someone the other day who argued that the Government was right in certain actions because it was inline with the law. Excuse me if i missed the point of democracy, but is our role, nay our right, in democracy not to challenge these laws? And when the Government takes actions to make it impossible, if not illegal, to challenge and protest about certain legislations or actions, wouldnt it be fair to say that democracy has failed us?
maybe im just a dreamer....
imagine...
Truely, our freedom's consuming itself.