UTAH ASSHOLE DEAD AT "BURNING MAN" BULLSHIT-FEST

"We gotta tell this country about Utah...

...because nobody seems to know."

The last lines of "Beehive State" by Randy Newman.

If you don't know much about Utah, I can tell you two things. It's the "home" for the drones of EBAY (while the CEO and the more intelligent staffers are in California). And...it's got one less idiot in it following some kind of brainless asshole-esque Pagan horse shit "Burning Man" event that was $90 a day:

Excuse me for not keeping up on every species of spaz.

My first reaction to this dumbass news item was that it reminded me of the original "Wicker Man" movie...which involved idiots believing in some jerky religion...and a particular flaming fuckin' ritual.

Apparently somebody who had taken too much meth-laced molly or mushrooms loaded with lsd or maybe a Redbull too many...decided he was a moth. He ran toward the flames and toasted himself.

No great loss, of course. But it brings up a question...why were over a THOUSAND assholes gathered around a "burning man" effigy, carrying on like it's the Middle Ages?

The flip side of the Internet, and texting and sexting and free porn and free movies and music...is that the world has actually become a more terrifying place. The news used to be something to avoid at 6pm and 11pm, and a newspaper printed a lot of dull political garbage with maybe a local murder or two. Now? Now we're looking at a world gone mad, and we're up close with whatever goes on in the Middle East, Africa, South America, the U.S.A., the U.K. -- it's a never ending assault of hideous news and bad behavior. Minorities have run amok and brought their lousy music, stinky food, lack of morality and over-populating loud and obnoxious behavior with them. Let's not call that racism, let's call it THE TRUTH. NOBODY is getting along, and these people are becoming more backward by the minute.

If immigrants aren't acting up, it's home-grown rednecks, chavs, stupid and violent fucks who either have no job or have no morality or just have no fucking brains. All they know is to be selfish and grab a gun. Some redneck jerk the other day kills almost an entire family because they couldn't tell him where to find the wife he'd been beating. Some black son of a bitch the other day kills a police officer by an ambush and a shot to the back of the head "to become famous," and after he's shot and killed, his brainless wife just stares at the reporters like a cow and mutters "he my husband, I don't know from nuthin' about no killin' no cop" or whatever it was she blabbered from her blubber lips

So-called humans are engaged in self-destructive and sadistic behavior, and whether it's fracking or illegal downloading or bullying on Twitter or using a website to arrange some God-awful act of sex or violence...the planet has become more barbaric, and people are becoming more and more immune to any suffering. Everyone's seen so much shit at the movies that any time there's a horrendous disaster, they just walk away and say "it was just like a movie," and it means NOTHING.

So the "cure" for the sophistication of the Internet and cellphones and all the rest of the scientific miracles and technological advances...has been for humans to revert back to superstition, black magic, insane religions and other backward behavior...rampant drugs, mindless sex, and breaking down all barriers that were put up to make civilization civil.

Marry someone of your own sex. Change your sex like you'd change your clothes. Legalize all drugs. Make porn available to kids. Show every atrocity possible in an "entertainment" movie. Piss on any religion that invokes notions of peace and instead embrace angry Gods and the psychos who tell you "Kill! Kill! Kill!" And don't go to a peace festival...go someplace where you can take drugs and watch some bonfire of the vanities.

Hick morons in Utah couldn't enjoy that state's mountains and parks and wildlife? The open expanse of countryside? Nah. They were jealous at not being in a big city where they could party till 4am in some converted meat storage plant and try and see which one might be an Olsen twin. So go listen to crap music and build a fucking effigy and set it on fire. That's 2014?? Jesus Christ! Oh, sorry, make that MOHAMED...his followers are gettin' their rocks off by stoning people and setting fires EVERY day.

Stupid Kiddie Porn Dyslexic Bethenny Frankel

Writing in the retardo-language of all texters, D-lister Bethenny Frankel declared:

"When ur 4 year old peanut says 'mommy please put my dress on' & giggles uncontrollably, u do what ur told.”

That's how Frankel answered her critics.

Really, Dumb Bitch Bethenny Bozo, and (altogether now) if your DAUGHTER told you to JUMP from the EMPIRE STATE BUILDING, you'd DO THAT, TOO??

Frankly I never heard of Fuckhead Frankel until this atrocious photo blistered my eyeballs:

There are guys jerking off to that photo RIGHT NOW.

But that's not as sick as it gets. To me, what's truly ill, is that NOBODY is objecting to this photo for the right reason.

Bethenny's dumbass fans are upset because she's skinny! Hey, Twiggy was skinny, too.

If the bitch doesn't want to eat, I don't care. But putting on little girl clothes and posing in them? THAT is SICKO.

Put it this way. What would happen if Tom Cruise posed in a diaper?

What would happen if Pharrell grinned and posed in a pair of Underoos?

Adults should wear adult clothing. Otherwise it's fetishism...which is fine behind closed doors, but NOT in public.

There's a rule on EBAY even in their nefarious "ADULTS ONLY" section. Sellers can't sell photos that say "schoolgirl" or "teen" or "little girl." Even "fantasy" images are technically banned...you can't pose your wife in pigtails and a HELLO KITTY shirt, with a "shaved sniz," and say "hot little girl photo for sale."

But the bottom line, as always, is publicity. I never heard of this idiot before, and now I have. THAT is what's most important. All publicity is good publicity according to someone like Bethenny Frankel. I think she's a skinny brain-dead moron...but hey hey hey, I know who she is.

The Internet Kiddie Porn Excuse?

We all know that copyright owners, people who care about their privacy, anyone who believes in the law...is being SCREWED by the Internet.

Why? Because GOOGLE is bigger than most governments. GOOGLE and AMAZON and EBAY and a few others are making so much money they can buy politicians (as well as hookers).

They've rigged it so that if there's a common sense law on the books...it can be negated with double-talk.

Take KIDDIE PORN. Yes, you CAN. Or so it seems.

While reputable pornographers (there is such a thing) do their photo shoots and make their movies and keep accurate records (by law) of which teen-looking stars are actually of legal age...INTERNET SITES DON'T.

In the United States, "18 USC §2257" helps to ensure that producers will not exploit minors, either through carelessness, recklessness, or deliberate indifference. The FBI will make sure of it. Or so it seems. Here's the FBI view:

But what about all the porn sites that steal photos from everybody, and all the bloggers who grab any picture they want or even offer entire movies (for which they get money from whatever Oron-type file service they use)?

Since the INTERNET rules, and GOOGLE makes sure their search engine can take you anywhere you want to go, there's some kind of sleazy "exemption" caveat that these cruds use.

Amazing. The nerve. The idiocy.

Somebody ups pictures of a teenager with no pubic hair, playing with a "Games of Thrones" action figure that was manufactured in 2014, and these assholes can pretend it was "created prior to July 3, 1995?"

These assholes can claim their photos "do not portray conduct" that involves under-age people because THEY say so?

That shit is going to hold up in a court of law??

What a grand excuse! Let's use that in the "real world" shall we? "Officer, this is not cocaine, I claim it's chalk manufactured before 1995. You therefore can't confiscate it and do a lab test, you can't arrest me, and you must leave me alone!"

Over on YouTUBE the big caveat is, "Not in violation of copyright; this is fair use. Material is being used for review. Copyright remains with the original owner even though I'm making use of it without permission..."

Sure, sure, go right ahead!

Want to try THAT in the real world? Shoplift an Apple laptop computer out of the store and tell the security guard: "You can't detain me, this is FAIR USE. I'm REVIEWING this item. I don't claim ownership of trademark or copyright...Apple controls the manufacture of the laptops. It's just that THIS one is mine to do as I please, because it's, uh, uh, protected by "creatve commons" law, and because not only should information be free...so should machines that help me access information. So go away..."

Legalese. Jibber jabber. Con artist crapola. Call it what you will...it's being used all the time on the Internet. It seems to take a very angry copyright owner, or someone with very strong connections to the FBI, to do anything about it. Especially when the bigger shrug is "Oh, it's whack-a-mole, if we take down their website, if we remove their EBAY account, they'll just get another. Let's not bother...have a donut?"

World Cup of Shit - "Look at ME," say the fucked up Fans

OK, I'll admit it. I happened to remember the World Cup final was on...and a glance at the clock told me it was probably almost over. So I turned on the TV and I watched the last 15 minutes.

Which was fortunate, as the game was a fucking 0-0 tie, and I got to witness the winning goal, and a big choke with a few minutes to go (the Argentian star getting a free potentially game-tying penalty kick that he missed). Some guy on the German team with a long name like an entire delicatessen menu set a record for most times he got his ass kicked and ended up flat on his face.

"My" team won. I nominally rooted for Germany because I have some friends there (and DON'T MENTION THE WAR...they do feel badly about it. But even worse about the immigrants coming in and fucking up their country).

It really wasn't such a big deal. A momentary amusement on a dull day. But never, NEVER would I consider myself to be more important than the players. I didn't Tweet a selfie of myself watching the game. If I was at the game, I would've arrived looking normal and not with my face painted or wearing a volleyball for a hat. And if Germany had lost, I wouldn't have started bawling and raging like there weren't enough Jews to fit into my oven.

I mean...look at THIS fucking selfish garbage:

What's wrong with people? What's this LOOK AT ME, MA bullshit? When did the FANS become more important than the players?

Why does the media go nuts and encourage stupid, attention-hogging pigs and self-promoting pieces of shit? Why was it, that during the last tense moments of the game, the cameras kept flashing into the stands to show fans gasping, putting hands over their mouths, and acting like they were waiting news about loved ones trapped in a mine collapse?

When did it become "all about ME, the FAN," instead of the star athletes??

What's next? Go into a movie theater and there's another screen where the camera is panning through the audience so you could wave and everyone can see you? They do THAT at sports events, too.

Does everybody in this narcissistic world need SO MUCH ATTENTION?

In the pre-Internet days, about the worst of this was some cunt attending a movie premiere wearing a flashy fur coat. People would say, "Oooh, who's that?" The response would be, "Nobody...just some rich bitch calling attention to herself." And that was it.

Now? Now the media can't keep its cameras on the playing field. Everybody has to go photograph idiots in the stands...shit-for-brains rowdies in idiot make-up...brainless bints parading around with almost nothing on. The big news about the World Cup wasn't that Germany beat Argentina but that people attended the game in stupid outfits? That some morons cried? That some cunts were only there to douche their egos by getting a splash of flash bulb light?

Maybe the problem is that since we have WAY TOO MUCH ENTERTAINMENT NOW (although most of it sucks) the only way to guarantee interest is the promise that if you attend the game in a particularly garish or slutty way, YOU will momentarily take the spotlight off the stars, and be shown on the stadium-cam or on the home TV or get your picture on an Internet newspaper's page.

All through the day...

I ME MINE, I ME MINE, I ME MINE....

World Cup Soccer proves: WOMEN ARE JUST CUNTS

You heard it.

WOMEN ARE JUST CUNTS.

You remember John Lennon, don't you? Killed by an obese American gob?

He sang, "WOMAN is the NIGGER of the WORLD," and that hasn't changed. "We make her paint her face and dance..."

So look at this cunt. Is anybody paying to watch her play a sport?

Tell me, WHERE IS WOMEN'S SOCCER?

Nowhere, mon frere.

No, WOMEN ARE CUNTS according to World Cup Soccer, and all they should do is mince around on the sidelines looking pretty.

No, not pretty...like sluts. Like bints. Like whores. Like CUNTS.

Here you go:

What's this shit? This is lower than being a ring card girl.

And where's female boxing? Nowhere.

Isn't a little embarrassing, that almost no popular sports actually involve women? Women's basketball? Women's football? Women's baseball? Women's bowling?

No, the only sport that has any famous female athletes in it, is tennis, and probably the biggest reason was that their skirts would fly up. Watching Martina Hingis, at 15, one of the guiltiest pleasures in all of sport. But then they designed tennis "dresses" that stayed put, and the girls put on repulsive thigh-length undergarments...and that was that. Nobody gives much of a rat's ass, unless it's some gorgeous babe who is ranked somewhere outside the Top 100, and gets eliminated in the first round.

Otherwise, it's slavic slobs who look like they should be washing clothes. For a while, there was the rubbery butted and rubbery titted Serena Williams, but she's black. So she got much less interest than Sharapova (which has made Serena less than serene).

But back to world cup soccer.

The idea is: "The men are going to go into action...you just support them and wiggle your ass, little lady."

So what have we got...we've got whores on the sidelines being paid to show up in tiny outfits and take our minds off the incredible boredom of seeing monkey-like men with garlic breath and hair coming out of their ears chasing and kicking what they only wish was the head of a Jew. Yep, the Nazi bastards of Germany vs the Nazi bastard spawn of Argentina.

FUCK YOU ALL.

No More Ramones to Moan Over

Yeah, too bad. Who's a big fan of Death? Nobody except silly assholes who call themselves Mephisto and Devil Doll and Death Knell and Slob Zombie and the rest.

Anybody dies...that's sad news and a reminder of mortality.

So what I have to say below has nothing whatever to do with Tommy personally. It has to do with the media and the obit games they play, and it's a comment on "revisionist" history.

And it has to do with the strange approach to death...that leads people to over-praise people as if that "tribute" means anything and the person is any the less DEAD.

We've got death freaks who LOVE to be the first with the bad news. They trawl the Internet forums and "social media" with their stupid logos and maybe a photo of a tattoo on their ass, and they think they're the Grim Reaper or something. Ever notice that about these death metal morons and jerks who use skulls and graves on their t-shirts or in their fake Internet names? They really think that embracing death is super KEWL.

Everyone's supposed to think The Ramones were, and still are, cool. Because it was a slow news day and the last of 'em died. This was even news at "The Times of India," which as you know, is the paper that eBay "customer support" workers read. Because they're all in India. If you ever have a major problem at eBay (which is likely to happen most every day) they won't let you e-mail. They insist you call up, give some wog moron your name, address, phone number, listen to the wog's script that ends with "and how can I help you to-day," and then...end up more frustrated and angry than you were before.

But I digress. Only because the other day I had to deal with Gunga Turd, who wouldn't give me a straight answer, kept sing-songing his script, kept telling me, "your call is important" and "I will pass your problem along" and "if you don't get this resolved within three business days, please call back!"

So here's The Times of India, with their second hand twit-brained report on the death of a non-legend:

This is what happens when nobody important has died in a while. A trivial death has to become big news. I'm seeing shit about this guy all over social media. Oh, so sad, man. Oh dude, this is terrible. Oh wow.

As if The Ramones were still making music? As if they did anything worth hearing since 1977? As if their album back then was any good?

As I get older, I notice more and more...revisionist history. Things that I remember...get twisted conveniently by some asshole with a book to sell, a movie to sell, or just a desire to get on TV. This was the case recently with the dreadful Dave Fuck Five special, in which publicity whores like Whoopi Goldberg and Dionne Warwick were willing to stretch the truth and claim to be HUGE FANS, just so they could get more face time on TV. Tom Hanks made himself look like a complete asshole when he raved and raged about this idiot band like they were equal to or even bigger than The Beatles. That's revisionist history.

And now? With every fucking Ramone dying, there's been more of an outcry on how GREAT they were. At least, if it's a slow news day. And nobody really important died recently so THIS death has to be pumped up in importance to fill space.

The Ramones? Come on. I remember tossing their stupid "Rocket to Russia" album days after I got a promo copy. Sure, it was slightly low-class Zappa. The idea behind it, like so much of Zappa, was to be arrogant about being stupid, cool about being crass, and upbeat about being a lowlife. And sure enough, smelly stupid tenement twits loved The Ramones, just as greasy idiots and druggies loved Zappa. Except Zappa, now and then, had a song worth hearing more than once. The Ramones' album was a bunch of very stupid and fairly tuneless rants, most under two minutes. This was fine for gnat-brains with no attention span and a lot of hormones to kill, but really, it sucked.

Zappa was Mr. Music Genius so critics, at times, were intimidated. He also had, at times, a sense of humor and that helped. The Ramones, at times, also had what passed (among idiots) as a sense of humor. Gabba gabba hey humor. Make fun of cretins humor. But still, if you were a critic and setting up the "scene," and telling the world YOU knew what was happening and THEY didn't, it wasn't hip to NOT like the scruffy Ramones.

Except, in reality, few did. Money talks...and bands that don't make much, WALK. Their albums were huge hits? I don't recall that. How come they, like Richard Hell and the Dead Boys, didn't stay with a record label too long, and in essence, dropped off the planet when the much better "New Wave" came along?

The big deal for The Ramones was that almost all the hip music mags and newspapers were in New York. So when "the scene" started "happening" on the East side of Greenwich Village, everybody started "hanging" at joints like stinky CBGB's. And who played there a lot? The Ramones. Did they create "punk?" That would be presumptuous to say. It's just that for that moment in time, being a shitty band with no talent seemed cool. Very quickly a ton of other talentless bands were all over the place. And then, a few people with a faint spark of talent helped weed out the utter shit. But some preferred their bands to be absolutely shitty, as long as they LOOKED good doing it.

The reason why rock has always been tied to fashion (or the lack of it) is that bored drugged out morons go to clubs and have no attention spans, and need "something new" to wear. The music is secondary. Back in 1977, people got the idea that wearing ripped up and smelly clothes was a hip fashion statement. And at first, a cheap one. After all, it cost MONEY to buy a Sgt. Pepper costume, and after a while trippy hippie tie-dye shit was expensive, too. So...people thought grunge was wonderful. A safety pin in the cheek was less expensive than real jewelry. And for a year or two, it worked, with who-gives-a-shit music to go with it. Then? About face and onto disco, and expensive clothes and The Bee Gees with Robin Gibb doing falsetto. And none of that shit holds up, except to people stuck in time, and nostalgists. So at the moment, nostalgists are mourning punk a little more than disco, because the punk people are dying a bit quicker (although hey, 2 of the 3 Bee Gees are dead).

The bottom line is anybody still listening to that fucking "Rocket to Russia" Ramones album? No, they're not. The people who are...nobody wants to hear about them and they don't want to hear about anybody. They can play The Ramones in their fucking basement in New Jersey somewhere, and go to the WFMU convention to hunt up more vintage vinyl while the rest of the world uses spray deodorant.

Yep, a lot of the people we listened to in our youth...are now senior citizens, like this Ramones guy. Poor Tommy...we're seeing a downward curve in longevity, folks. The "greatest generation" are still hanging on in their 80's and 90's even. Kirk Douglas is still around at 97! But this poor guy gets bile duct cancer and is gone at 65.

Yes, when it comes to the music acts of our youth, a lot of them are busy dying. That's not news, that's life.

Google Workers Go to Whores - Is THAT a Surprise?

The death of some filthy rich Google CEO, via a hooker shooting him up with heroin, has let the pussy out of the bag.

The rich bastards of Silicon Valley are mostly male, and mostly impossible obnoxious shits who have to buy sex.

The clean version of the story in today's news, which also mentions how WHORE WEBSITES have taken the place of, yes, sex newspapers and just prowling the street:

No surprise is it? The Internet has bred a race of lawless fuckers who have to pay to fuck.

The Internet, with its bullying, rampant stealing, selfishness and all the leeching and parasitic behavior...has shown that fewer and fewer males have social skills. They either live in mommy's basement, or they live at the office in a tiny cubicle where they sit in front of a monitor and have little contact with anyone else.

Add to this, as the article says, the number of geeky millionaires...or even the average little criminal who makes money through owning a forum or hoisting every album onto ZIPPYSHARE or someplace else that PAYS them to STEAL...and you've got a ripe market for hookers.

Not too long ago, the legendary Al Goldstein died, virtually broke, in a V.A. hospital. The publisher of SCREW, he would've been living in public housing if not for Penn (of Penn and Teller) who paid the rent on Al's modest apartment. How did this happen? First off, because Goldstein was a schmuck. He was a reckless spender and also was stupid enough to marry and divorce a few times and have to pay AL-imony. But Al could've kept going if not for THE INTERNET.

The Internet has killed off almost all the sex magazines. In Al's case, SCREW made its money almost completely from the hooker ads in the back pages. When it became easy for them to advertise elsewhere (like Craig's List, and now, Twitter and Facebook as well as more secretive places), Al's empire crumbled.

Now, whores rule. Business whores and old-fashioned whores. Ugly, skanky idiots suddenly turn up on the news: "I'm hooking my way through college," and get all the publicity they need to find high-priced clients. Asshole politicians like Spitzer and Weiner (two name a pair of New York dorks) get caught paying for sex or sexting on Twitter with whores. The Internet has just made paying for sex a whole lot easier and just another example of "we do it because we CAN" morality. People who'd never think of shoplifting in a store now routinely download stolen material, or go to eBay to fence stolen merchandise. And paying for se? Guys who thought they'd have a wife now routinely check the Internet to dial up a bimbo. Girls who thought they'd never lay down for money...are saying, "Oh well...better than working for Amazon stuffing electric shavers and tins of cat food into boxes. Better I stuff my box a few times a night and get paid and spend the rest of my time going to Asian nail salons!" THAT'S THE INTERNET.

GOOGLE for more.