With all the flak that Scientology has been getting in recent months, one wonders if their running a prominent ad on MySpace, leading to this website, is a calculated counter-attack. I think so. This is Grade-A, psycho-engineered propaganda, aimed at a site populated by millions and millions of gullible young people, eager to give their hard-earned money away in the pursuit of more.

And MySpace: Bitch of Darkness, Whore of the Devil, for fornicating with L. Ron Hubbard’s shit-spawned maggots. A pox on your backups.

BTW - I’m not a MySpacenik - the only reason I’ve been there of late is because establishing a presence there is widely considered an element of the “formula for success” in e-commerce, among other things - such as disseminating cultish propaganda.

There’s a line somewhere between those two, but I’m not sure where it lies, and in certain cases I think the distinction is probably academic.

Epileptics should not look at this MySpace profile.

http://www.myspace.com/donovannnnn

What sort of images does “Earth Day” conjure in your mind? That’s a rhetorical question - you don’t have to comment. Just think about what sort of images Earth Day conjures in your mind.

It was with a sense of great amusement, therefore, that I arrived the “Earth Day Rocks Seattle” MySpace page. The song that plays upon entry (”Bullett” by DB Cooper), besides sounding like something recorded on cassette in a Liverpool basement bar thirty years ago, lacks a certain “finesse.” Probably not the best choice for the leading tune on a site publicizing an Earth Day concert at the Fisher Pavilion–

Masturbate me.
Yeah, masturbate me.
And then suck it from your thumb.
Like a dry desert, soakin’ up rain
Soakin’ up sun.

Don’t mistake this as “prudishness” on my part. Y’all know better than that. It’s simply a lack of tone, taste, foresight, and possibly brains which I am critiquing, here.

Addendum: It appears the opening tune rotates with each refresh. But it’s the first tune on the list. Most of it sounds like derivative metal to me, but whatever.

Subway pole dancers enrage MTA

The N train may need to be changed to the NC-17 and the L could be dubbed the lap dance express.

That’s because commuters on the lines got their two bucks worth - and then some - when four leggy New Yorkers set out to turn the subway cars into strip-club Champagne lounges.

On a dare from a Web site promising $10,000 for the best pole dancing in public, the quartet took a ride on the wild side and their winning video has become a rage on the Internet.

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And, without further ado, here’s the video!

I wrote this blog on my Myspace page back on November 21st of last year, right after Michael Richards went on his little tirade.  With the recent bigot outing of Duane “Dog” Chapman, I figured it apropos to repost it here.

So, this whole Michael Richards incident has got me thinking.  Specifically thinking about the word nigger.  I’m not going to use the cutesy version, “The N-Word” through this whole blog because I think abbreviated versions of offensive words are childish and unnecessary.  Everyone knows what “The F-Word” means, so why do we hide behind the pretend version?  Because “Fuck” hurts our ears?

Anyway, it got me to wondering, was there ever a word with as much historic, social, political and racial power as nigger?  Undoubtedly this is the king of racial epithets.  And among the verboten words, it’s even more offensive than fuck.  I know I drop a “fuck” or seven a day.  But nigger only crosses my lips about 3 or 4 times a year, and always as a quote from someone who was offending others, a la Michael Richards.

So, again, has there ever been as offensive a word as nigger?  And if so, why is it no longer as offensive today?  How do you remove the power from a word?  And is it possible to remove the power from nigger?  SHOULD we remove it’s power?  Or should we relegate it to the shameful vault of human ignorance to serve as a reminder for all generations what hate can do?

I know that nigger, or the more coloquial, nigga, have been coopted by the hip-hop and black communities, but only as an exclusionary term.  It’s almost familial.  I can call my brother “brother,” but you cannot, because he is not your brother.  In a sense, the adoption of nigga by the hip-hop and black communities has served to change, but not to lessen the word’s power.  They have taken it away from whites and made it their own.  It’s power to damage is still there, but it’s social context is completely shifted.  Using nigga implies a familiarity and commonality that whites simply cannot share with blacks because of the cultural differences, real or imagined.  It also speaks to a historic hardship that the white culture just doesn’t have.

The epithets directed toward whites, cracker, honkey, peckerwood, do not hold the same sting that nigger does because there was never a time in history where those words were used as a tool of opression.  In fact, they are really only reactionary words to nigger that never took root because the average white person is  not offended by them nearly as much, thus they have significantly less power.

So…

Nigger.
One of the most powerful and devisive words in the english language.
Can we take its power away?
Should we take its power away?

I hope no one takes this as an offensive blog.  It was merely meant to stimulate conversation, and none of it was written with any malice or hatred.  And if you know me at all, you know that’s SO not my bag.

So, any thoughts today?

Seth Green’s spot on, hilarious parody of Britney Lover Chris Crocker.

Sadly it’s only available on MyspaceTV.

Here

My cousin, YakooFinger, recently took a business trip to rural PA for an install.

What follows in his Myspace blog is a recounting of the pure skankiness of his stay.  It’s like The Hills Have Eyes without the redeeming qualities.

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I’ve copied his blog to repost it here…

So, last Tuesday (August 7th), I traveled down to Phoenixville, PA. I was there to install a computer system in Joey’s II, which is the sister store to Joey’s Famous Philly Chesesteaks in Michigan.

It seemed like a pretty decent place they were opening. The locals were certainly abuzz about it. While I was there, at least a dozen people a day stopped in to ask when it was opening and twice that many CALLED to ask each day.

The gist of it is: Philly Cheesesteaks and We ? Philadelphia, all sports teams FROM Philadephia, and Rocky. In fact, the owner told me they would be playing all 6 Rocky movies on a continous loop, ALL THE TIME.

You know what? I’M WITH IT. Sounds good.The trip doesn’t really get  soul-crushingly awful interesting until I get to my hotel.

BEHOLD, The Days Inn in Pottstown, PA.
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