Legalise murder!

In a statement that both surprises me and fails to surprise me at all, I have to confess to finding a certain amount of enjoyment in the music of one G.G. Allin. G.G. had a simple mission statement during his musical career. That is, he wanted to reclaim “rock and roll” from the corporate interests that had essentially taken it over. At least, that was the theory. What he ended up doing in practice was running about the stage and audience naked, shitting on himself, flinging shit at the audience, and trading punches with said audience.

Overpopulation and why some people should be first in line to be made to prevent it

If there is a surefire way to make me think you are an idiot, right to the point where I want to throw my own dung at you, telling me that there is no such thing as overpopulation would be top of the list. Compounding that with badly-supported claims or pseudoscience is just icing on the cake so far as I am concerned. But in a conversation on a friend’s Fudgebook page, one person really went above and beyond the call.

The Running Man: An exercise in how to bear the loosest possible relationship with your source material.

During the 1980s, an author by the name of Stephen King was in such wide circulation that a new film based on one of his novels seemed to be getting released every year. With the film industry of the 1980s progressively showing greater and greater effects of deregulation, and the competition becoming more akin to a street fight, adaptations of King novels progressed in identifiable stages. Specifically, faithful (somewhat), loose, looser, and related only by title.

Writing is hard. Especially when…

If you have been reading my most recent posts, you may, very likely have developed an impression that I am not physically, emotionally, or just generally, well. You would be correct in this impression. Yet day in and day out, I persist in writing like I have never written before in this journal and elsewhere.