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blackcoat From: blackcoat Date: October 26th, 2006 04:15 am (UTC) (Direct Link)
Blues Traveler is an over-appreciated band with a couple of good tracks. The problem is that the lead guy spends too much time playing his harp fast and forgets to play it well.
zonereyrie From: zonereyrie Date: October 26th, 2006 07:18 pm (UTC) (Direct Link)
I have pretty much their entire discography, so I guess we don't have the same opinion of their music since I like a lot of their tracks - and mainly tracks not on the 'hit' album (Four) like Run Around and Hook. For example, the song 'Rage' is one I really dig, and Regarding Stephen.
bdragon From: bdragon Date: October 28th, 2006 04:01 pm (UTC) (Direct Link)
what are you regarding about me? I feel violated!
z_gryphon From: z_gryphon Date: October 26th, 2006 09:02 pm (UTC) (Direct Link)
I have been meaning to write this letter for some time now and, in light of recent developments, I believe it is appropriate. As a preliminary, I want to rub Mr. Pasha Blackcoat's nose in his own hypocrisy. Considering that you'd have to be the town fool to claim that the Universe belongs to Mr. Blackcoat by right, I find it almost laughable how he remains oblivious to the fact that if he wants to complain, he should have an argument. He shouldn't just throw out the word "piezocrystallization", for example, and expect us to be scared. While self-justification may motivate the most aberrant slimeballs you'll ever see, the same pranks also work well for grungy, blinkered evil-doers.

Mr. Blackcoat's slurs are a relic of a witless past. Now take that to the next level: Mr. Blackcoat somehow manages to maintain a straight face when saying that his fairy tales provide a liberating insight into life, the universe, and everything. I, hardheaded cynic that I am, am greatly grieved by this occurrence of falsehood and fantastic storytelling which is the resultant of layers of social dishevelment and disillusionment amongst the fine citizens of a once organized, motivated, and cognitively enlightened civilization. Of all of his exaggerations and incorrect comparisons, one in particular stands out: "Newspapers should report only on items Mr. Blackcoat agrees with." I, not being one of the many damnable extremists of this world, don't know where he came up with this, but his statement is dead wrong. If it is not yet clear that his homilies are often disregarded merely as self-serving and are consequently not treated as the serious assaults on liberty and freedom that they obviously are, then consider that even if one is opposed to impetuous nonrepresentationalism (and I am), then surely, he's a pretty good liar most of the time. However, Mr. Blackcoat tells so many lies, he's bound to trip himself up someday.

We must worry about two types of wanton schmucks: immature and anal-retentive. Mr. Blackcoat is among the former. Yet there's more to it than that. You might think this is all pretty funny now, but I doubt I'll hear you laughing if, by next weekend, he is successfully able to insist that our society be infested with fanaticism, neopaganism, faddism, and an impressive swarm of other "isms". The foregoing analysis is self-evident, even if it is sometimes overlooked. Less evident are the specific ways in which we should rise to the challenge of thwarting his hotheaded plans. While Mr. Blackcoat insists that he can mollycoddle ugly politicasters and get away with it, reality dictates otherwise. Actually, if you want a real dose of reality, look at how Mr. Blackcoat has been offering unbalanced sideshow barkers a lot of money to borrow money and spend it on programs that fight with spiritual weapons that are as sniffish as they are satanic. This is blood money, plain and simple. Anyone thinking of accepting it should realize that Mr. Blackcoat is a master of psychological manipulation. Well, that's getting away from my main topic, which is that he wants us to believe that we can solve all of our problems by giving him lots of money. We might as well toss that money down a well, because we'll never see it again. What we will see, however, is that there is no doubt that Mr. Blackcoat will direct social activity toward philanthropic flimflam rather than toward the elimination of the basic deficiencies in the organization of our economic and cultural life in the near future. Believe me, I would give everything I own to be wrong on that point, but the truth is that those of us who are too lazy or disinterested to hold out the prospect of societal peace, prosperity, and a return to sane values and certainties have no right to complain when he and his cheerleaders rifle, pillage, plunder, and loot. Neocolonialism is not confined to any specific era, culture, or country. There, my ranting is finished.