This post is about the fucking Sandy Hook bullshit, and all those kids who died. Stop now if you’ve had enough of that fucking shit. Because I have.
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Archive for the 'Bangs & Whimpers' Category
Here’s something you can file under “what was lost” and has not yet been found: The two great 80’s Soviet invasion TV miniseries. On the big screen, in the 80’s, we had Patrick Swayze fighting Cuban paratroopers, the ultimate in jingoism in Reagan’s new America. But it’s what was playing out on the small screen that scared the shit out of us. The Day After, Threads and Testament drove home the point that the nameless, faceless Soviet monsters had nukes pointed at our backyards and, if World War III hit, it would all be over in about twenty minutes. There would be no more noble battles, no more armies clashing. We would simply be vaporized by an unimaginable force. Or, worse, we would survive to die slowly in a poisoned wasteland.
Continue reading ‘The Russians Are Coming!’
The greatest mystery isn’t why my dad left. It’s what happened to him between 1985, when he vanished into the night, and 2000, when he sued me for control of my mother’s estate.
Continue reading ‘The Business of Death’
It’s the tenth anniversary year for Great Society. In April of 2001, I set up Dirtyfreaks.com. I think there was the vague idea that it would be a porn site, but that somehow drifted into becoming a “literary” community. Which, then, drifted into insane ranting behind the guise of “Nacho Sasha” and, ten years later, I’m still sort of spinning around in circles in some vast emotional desert.
It’s also the tenth anniversary of 9/11. Yes, I know, every motherfucker in the world has written an anniversary article on that topic. Simply typing this out now makes me almost crazy enough to go blow up another building somewhere just for the sake of a distraction.
But, I’ll go ahead with this article. Because I’m an evil dog rapist. Though it’s boring to reminisce about the meaning of 9/11, and the changes that it ushered in for my city, my country, and my world. I think the thing to talk about is what it did not change. The fact that people before and during 9/11 were fucking waterhead assholes and, ten years later, they’re still a horrible plague.
Continue reading ‘Generica, 9/11′
Talked to Satan last week. Looks like I’m going to be your emperor starting May 21st. So best get yourself ready.
Continue reading ‘His Satanic Majesty, Nacho Sasha’
Oh, god. Where am I? I just had a five day weekend and I feel like I spent much of it fighting a crocosaurus!
For the last couple years, I’ve been part of a dinner bunch where old friends and I host dinners for each other. Each month we trade off hosting duties. Whenever my rotation is up, the dinners err on the side of booze. My turn was last Saturday and, like a lunatic, I decided to up the ante and spend a month infusing vodka and brandy with cranberries and doing other terrible things. Then, in an attempt to murder all of my friends, I dragged as many people as I could into my tiny, overpriced apartment and fed them shots of death. Then I feasted on their corpses. Because I am, as you all know, a 273 year old vampire.
The result: a sleepless, overheated hangover that stretched on for three days. So, I sat on the couch and blankly watched episodes of Downton Abbey and thought about what the Brits are going to deliver in 2011, television wise. This post, then, becomes about embedding Youtube trailers and blathering on about sci-fi.
Continue reading ‘Wednesday Morning Coming Down’
I had such high hopes for Walking Dead. Certainly, the first episode was astounding. One of the best hours of TV I’ve watched. Though, looking back, I now realize that I was more dazzled by the special effects than anything else. I’m also very forgiving of post-apocalypse shows.
Hell, I sat through the second seasons of War of the Worlds, Jeremiah, and Jericho. I secretly enjoy the TV versions of Planet of the Apes and Logan’s Run. And…there are worse that I don’t dare mention. If I start talking about the Amish space drama of The Starlost, the only decent thing left is to shoot me while I’m standing at the kitchen window staring forlornly at the naked autumn trees.
Continue reading ‘Walking Dead: Off the Rails’
Just having finished The Pesthouse, a love story disguised as a post-apocalyptic novel, and having my interested piqued by Nacho’s new project, I decided to join in the fun and present a list of the best cataclysmic or apocalyptic songs. Also, there is a giant high pressure system just squatting over the entire Gulf region and the past week has felt like I’ve been reliving the same 104 degree day over and over. Even the dog doesn’t want to go outside. My brain is mush. So no glowing stories or insight today, just an improvised playlist! Continue reading ‘High Rotation Special: Apocalypse!’
Boredom
Hunter Thompson’s famous quote that it never got weird enough for him is more true than ever today. We live in boring times. Even when the towers fell, and terrorists struck fear into the hearts of the free world, and we rolled into our Forever War, we were so saturated by the 24 hour screaming news channels that nothing really sunk in. If it did sink in, it soon faded. Jon Stewart’s quote is more apt today than Thompson, when the comedian shouted to his crowd of rally-goers that “If you amplify everything, you hear nothing.”
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