{june 24, 1999}

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June 24, 1999: SUCK SATAN'S SCALY PECKER,
YOU GODDAMNED NAZI SCUM!

Did I get your attention, pilgrim? Time again to bite the pillow and accept the world for being the arse buggerer of an S.O.B. that it happens to be. I am an angry guy, but I'm quiet about it. I hate injustice. Have you ever had that dream where you fantasized about yourself being this totally lethal martial arts juggernaut? Kicking the pricks in their teeth, super hero-stylee? I have. But I'm not violent. Noth that I'd ever be able to kick someone's ass, but y'all know what I mean, right? Damn straight! The last 7 days have given me plenty of fodder for fantasies of acts of massive violence. I admit, this violence idea is only a kind of "verbal/psycological clothing" for something else, namely to see the fuckers suffer & pay. Thusly:

Kick in the teeth numero uno: Marilyn Manson at the Hultsfred festival
Man! Wotta loser! I've kinda dissed Ms. Manson out ot routine, never really having listened to him. I was watching the Hultsfred festival on TV, seeing this bum's ass theatrical twerp coming on stage, trying to lock all mean and evil with his stupid contacts and silly rober corset and nilly willy tattoos. Made my skin crawl with aggression. His band too, with their delusions of goth grandeur, looking like a combination of leftovers from Haysee Fantaysee, The Cure, Sigue Sigue Sputnik and any band with Budgie in it. My Lord! My Lord! Then he starts making like "hard" stances, spitting on the photographers and asking the twerponautic audience to do the same. Soon, the spit fills the air.
"Coolly", Manson leans "menacingly" forward, claiming that he is the "god of fuck". At this point I hade to flip channels, put on Turbonegro's "Don't Call Me Motherfucker, Motherfucker", followed by the Mono Men, while punching the air, nearly tearing my arms out of their sockets. Damn! Kick in the teeth!

Kick in the teeth numero due: racist fat ass white trash whores
Just a picture in a news paper of a fat fucking cow sitting in the grass, flexing her barndoor ass of a mouth, telling a girl of some other "ethnic" group than whitus ignoramus that she has nothing against immigrants, just the "immigrants that occupy our country, turning it into their own". Whammo! A kick in the teeth for you, bitch! And here's a gazillion more for your fucking ethnic group of bigotted morons.

Kick in the teeth numero tre: capitalist professors
I saw a TV program yesterday that my gorge rise: two professors at Gothenburg University's Dept. of Economics starts their own company together with two Chinese "businessmen". The purpose is to recruit chinese students to pay for a MBE degree at GUni.
Problem 1: no swedish universities are certified to give MBE diplomas, since we don't have a masters system here in Sweden.
Problem 2: all university studies in Sweden are free. You only have to pay your books etc. But the tuition is free.
So what do we have? Two professors who're employed by the university, trying to earn some more money by tricking chinese students. The result: upon not being able to get his points (since the tests were extremely simple, only testing english skills, not ecponomics) and learning that he will not get a MBE diploma (since the university is not allowed to give out one), one of the chinese students hangs himself. He was an only child, whom the parents had shelled out something like $26 000 for. Their only hope.
Three cheers for capitalism. Three cheers for charlatan professors. Splat! Kick in the teeth! Whack! Kick in the teeth! Whock! Kick in the teeth!

Having said that, on a brighter note I talked to an old friend on the phone for the first time in ages. He's currently spending good money on methamphetamines. What can I say? He don't wanna stop. He never skinpops or injects. He goes to his job every day. This is a bummer. What can I say? Do you think about how dangerous it is? Do you think what a waste of money it is? Do you think? I dunno. When does the user become the abuser? When does the human become a droid, an arbeiter slave drone? Well, buddy, I guess you're close. Please stop. I hate that people are slaves: drugs, jobs, relations. When those things turns from joy to human bondage, it's Big Brother's wet fucking dream come true.

My guily pleasure this week has been goinmg to a sneak preview of Notting Hill with Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts. Man! It made me queerly ultra-happy. I smiled for hours afterwards. What can I say? It made me wanna hug you. But what on earth are the odds of meeting a star in the street, falling in love with her. Closest I got was that giant girl in Nashville Pussy, asking everyone except me for cocaine. Noone in sweden has cocaine. I wonder if she'd of fallen in love with me if I had coke? *Shudder*
Anyway, I recommend it, that movie. I also finally got to see Robert Duvall's The Apostle. Great movie! Robert Duvall makes all movies great. Him and Robert Mitchum! Sweet Jesus!

Well. Midsummer Night's approaching. Paganism now for the future. It'll be fun. I'll imbibe ethanol and malt based liquids by the gallon. Then I'll dream of falling in love.

Hugs,

/El Porco

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Fuel:
Well, lots of things, but I gotta split for lunch pronto! :)

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