Songs of the Damned
I should probably start by apologizing right now, for as you may have guessed (if you're a part of the educated few), I was reading the good Doctor this morning, specifically Hunter S Thompsons book Songs of the Damned and thus Im in one of THOSE moods. Yes, those moods I get when I spent a lil bit of time reading the good Doctor and that side of me that sort of spills onto the page like a crazed chimpanzee on crack let loose on a shit farm. So naturally todays post may be a lil wild, a lil crazy, but hey I like that now and then, especially in the bedroom even if its been over a year since Ive been wild and crazy in a bedroom.
So then last night I received my most recent Netflix DVDs in the mail and spent the night watching the first, Paradise Lost. Ive seen part two, but Netflix was waiting on another copy of the original so I finally got to see this one. What a fucking railroad job they put on these poor kids, the filthy swine. Instead of doing real police work they decide to clean house of the unwanted in good ol god fearing West Memphis, Arkansas and arrest the kids who wore black, listened to good classical music (read Metallica, Slayer), and may have dipped into the religion known as Wicca to the masses. Instead of having any evidence, they proclaim them guilty when they arrest them and crucify them in the court of public opinion before any trial is had.
Their big piece of evidence against these kids is a confession of one of them, Jessie Misskelley, who very well could be called mentally retarded. I mean the kid has an IQ of 72, was interrogated for two and a half hours before ANYTHING was recorded. When it was recorded they more or less hold his hand through the confession. Of course the officers in charge of the interrogation cant remember what they discussed prior to the recording, just his confession. Needless to say I wouldnt mind taking a baseball bat to these fucking swines legs.
Jason Baldwin and Damien Echols (who co-wrote the song Army Reserve on the new Pearl Jam album) were tried together and the only reason they were convicted, seeing as the prosecution had ZERO evidence was the fact that they beat into the jurys head that they were devil worshippers. I think Damien said it best when he said, West Memphis is the second Salem. Apparently anything bad that happens in that town is blamed on the devil, so naturally the folks convict children who listen to the devils music. The biggest piece of work is the prosecutions occult expert. A man who had the audacity to call himself a Dr., of course he got his PhD from a mail in college and didnt attend one class to receive that or his Masters degree.
This expert on the occult was able to say that these childrens blood could not be found at the blood scene because some cults use blood or as they call it the life force apparently, and they drank it all. The only thing he said on the stand that wasnt an outright stream of bullshit was saying the Pentagram wasnt a sign of devil worship. So these kids have been jailed for life, and in the case of Damien sentenced to death, for being nothing other then different then everyone else. Its truly sad to think that in this world there are still some people so ignorant and stupid to believe that these kids had the cunning to pull off this. Of course, you look at the towns people from West Memphis and they would probably argue with you that the world is flat and the sun revolves around us.
This case every since I heard it has been a big thing to me. I will not be happy until these boys receive justice and sadly theyve been in prison now for 13 years. Damien has missed 13 years of his childs life because of this witch hunt. The only good thing is that there is a good number of people out there, celebrity and common folk alike, who want to see justice and see the West Memphis 3 freed. I know if I ever won the lottery a portion of it would be going to their defense fund to help give these men the freedom theyve long deserved.
In other news, I did attend the lovely and simply gorgeous wedding of my friend Luke and Cathy over the weekend up in PA. It is always nice to see two people so in love, and so happy with each other, join in union to live their lives as one. They have been like this since I knew them and wish them nothing but the best in their future endeavors. It was also nice to see some friends that I dont get to hang out with other then at game. Living three to four hours away doesnt exactly make it easy to go out to the bar with my buds, so this was a nice added bonus.
During the drive though, I was able to help myself with my own therapy. Long drives alone I do a good portion of thinking, most of the time for the better, some times in a far off dreamland that I like to call, what would happen if I won the lottery. So I am better, this is in regards to the previous posts I have made about my mental state concerning my love life. Everything isnt green in the garden of good and evil, but it is now partly cloudy with a slight breeze rustling through the iris and lilacs.
There was a compromise of sorts within my mental state, something suggested by a friend. A suggestion coming from this person that I never expected, especially as she is the one who hates that side of me the most, I believe hate may not even be a strong enough word for how she feels about him. So the Sidious side of me has gained ground and we agreed to share the lease on me. Hopefully he doesnt try for a complete takeover, for that war has been fought and he lost. Sadly, much like the League of Nations after World War I, I was not able to keep things secure and safe after that battle. So to make sure he doesnt pull a Germany and come back like a blitzkrieg, and understanding has been made and both sides are happy for the moment.
Does this mean that I am giving up on trying to settle down, have a respectable relationship with someone who is psycho enough to put up with the likes of me? Hardly, but seeing as that has yet to come to fruition, I see no harm in allowing to devil play in this playground. Plus, this makes me happy and not that sappy emo-esque fuck I was for a few weeks so viva la resistance.
Funny side not, I just put anti emo into the Yahoo Image search and it brought up a bunch of pictures of Anti Flag and other punk bands, rock on. Im hardcore.and Im hardcore too. Yes, ECW, August 15th, Washington DC, MCI Center. I will be in the front row, I dont care the cost. I will write more later today or tomorrow about what I would do with this new ECW but I will say this much, I think it might get better ratings then Smackdown does. Of course on ECW we dont have to watch the Great Khali or Mark Henry so thats a no brainier.
Im on page three right now; did I really go on that long about the West Memphis 3? By god, I believe I have, those dirty pig fucking in-breeders in Arkansas got me all psyched up for the prison break followed by the knee capping. Seriously, we all can almost agree that the gene pool needs some chlorine now-a-days, and I say we start in Arkansas. From there we can move on to Tennessee, Mississippi or some other Deep South state. Except for the Carolinas, I know people from both and they tend to be good people.
Ill let you go now, if youre even still reading this post this far in. If you are, give yourself a Barry Horowitz for sticking through all this muck to reach the end of the race, good for you. You have been educated by a super-genius and have come out better for it. I believe the ECW post will come later today cause as I said before, I read Hunter and I want to write, is he my muse, my guardian angel? Who knows, perhaps Johnny Depp, he seems to have an uncanny connection to the good doctor, probably the free spirit association they have going for them. Though now that I think about it, if I read Hunter on a constant basis those books I want to write would be written, they would just come out looking like what comes out of me when I drink tequila.
So then last night I received my most recent Netflix DVDs in the mail and spent the night watching the first, Paradise Lost. Ive seen part two, but Netflix was waiting on another copy of the original so I finally got to see this one. What a fucking railroad job they put on these poor kids, the filthy swine. Instead of doing real police work they decide to clean house of the unwanted in good ol god fearing West Memphis, Arkansas and arrest the kids who wore black, listened to good classical music (read Metallica, Slayer), and may have dipped into the religion known as Wicca to the masses. Instead of having any evidence, they proclaim them guilty when they arrest them and crucify them in the court of public opinion before any trial is had.
Their big piece of evidence against these kids is a confession of one of them, Jessie Misskelley, who very well could be called mentally retarded. I mean the kid has an IQ of 72, was interrogated for two and a half hours before ANYTHING was recorded. When it was recorded they more or less hold his hand through the confession. Of course the officers in charge of the interrogation cant remember what they discussed prior to the recording, just his confession. Needless to say I wouldnt mind taking a baseball bat to these fucking swines legs.
Jason Baldwin and Damien Echols (who co-wrote the song Army Reserve on the new Pearl Jam album) were tried together and the only reason they were convicted, seeing as the prosecution had ZERO evidence was the fact that they beat into the jurys head that they were devil worshippers. I think Damien said it best when he said, West Memphis is the second Salem. Apparently anything bad that happens in that town is blamed on the devil, so naturally the folks convict children who listen to the devils music. The biggest piece of work is the prosecutions occult expert. A man who had the audacity to call himself a Dr., of course he got his PhD from a mail in college and didnt attend one class to receive that or his Masters degree.
This expert on the occult was able to say that these childrens blood could not be found at the blood scene because some cults use blood or as they call it the life force apparently, and they drank it all. The only thing he said on the stand that wasnt an outright stream of bullshit was saying the Pentagram wasnt a sign of devil worship. So these kids have been jailed for life, and in the case of Damien sentenced to death, for being nothing other then different then everyone else. Its truly sad to think that in this world there are still some people so ignorant and stupid to believe that these kids had the cunning to pull off this. Of course, you look at the towns people from West Memphis and they would probably argue with you that the world is flat and the sun revolves around us.
This case every since I heard it has been a big thing to me. I will not be happy until these boys receive justice and sadly theyve been in prison now for 13 years. Damien has missed 13 years of his childs life because of this witch hunt. The only good thing is that there is a good number of people out there, celebrity and common folk alike, who want to see justice and see the West Memphis 3 freed. I know if I ever won the lottery a portion of it would be going to their defense fund to help give these men the freedom theyve long deserved.
In other news, I did attend the lovely and simply gorgeous wedding of my friend Luke and Cathy over the weekend up in PA. It is always nice to see two people so in love, and so happy with each other, join in union to live their lives as one. They have been like this since I knew them and wish them nothing but the best in their future endeavors. It was also nice to see some friends that I dont get to hang out with other then at game. Living three to four hours away doesnt exactly make it easy to go out to the bar with my buds, so this was a nice added bonus.
During the drive though, I was able to help myself with my own therapy. Long drives alone I do a good portion of thinking, most of the time for the better, some times in a far off dreamland that I like to call, what would happen if I won the lottery. So I am better, this is in regards to the previous posts I have made about my mental state concerning my love life. Everything isnt green in the garden of good and evil, but it is now partly cloudy with a slight breeze rustling through the iris and lilacs.
There was a compromise of sorts within my mental state, something suggested by a friend. A suggestion coming from this person that I never expected, especially as she is the one who hates that side of me the most, I believe hate may not even be a strong enough word for how she feels about him. So the Sidious side of me has gained ground and we agreed to share the lease on me. Hopefully he doesnt try for a complete takeover, for that war has been fought and he lost. Sadly, much like the League of Nations after World War I, I was not able to keep things secure and safe after that battle. So to make sure he doesnt pull a Germany and come back like a blitzkrieg, and understanding has been made and both sides are happy for the moment.
Does this mean that I am giving up on trying to settle down, have a respectable relationship with someone who is psycho enough to put up with the likes of me? Hardly, but seeing as that has yet to come to fruition, I see no harm in allowing to devil play in this playground. Plus, this makes me happy and not that sappy emo-esque fuck I was for a few weeks so viva la resistance.
Funny side not, I just put anti emo into the Yahoo Image search and it brought up a bunch of pictures of Anti Flag and other punk bands, rock on. Im hardcore.and Im hardcore too. Yes, ECW, August 15th, Washington DC, MCI Center. I will be in the front row, I dont care the cost. I will write more later today or tomorrow about what I would do with this new ECW but I will say this much, I think it might get better ratings then Smackdown does. Of course on ECW we dont have to watch the Great Khali or Mark Henry so thats a no brainier.
Im on page three right now; did I really go on that long about the West Memphis 3? By god, I believe I have, those dirty pig fucking in-breeders in Arkansas got me all psyched up for the prison break followed by the knee capping. Seriously, we all can almost agree that the gene pool needs some chlorine now-a-days, and I say we start in Arkansas. From there we can move on to Tennessee, Mississippi or some other Deep South state. Except for the Carolinas, I know people from both and they tend to be good people.
Ill let you go now, if youre even still reading this post this far in. If you are, give yourself a Barry Horowitz for sticking through all this muck to reach the end of the race, good for you. You have been educated by a super-genius and have come out better for it. I believe the ECW post will come later today cause as I said before, I read Hunter and I want to write, is he my muse, my guardian angel? Who knows, perhaps Johnny Depp, he seems to have an uncanny connection to the good doctor, probably the free spirit association they have going for them. Though now that I think about it, if I read Hunter on a constant basis those books I want to write would be written, they would just come out looking like what comes out of me when I drink tequila.