This Was on My Mind

About a month ago some cracked up nigger lunatic decided it would be a good idea to demolish the mailboxes for my apartment complex. Due to his idiotic and indiscriminate bullshit and general holy-shit-why-do-these-people-exist powers known only to such other sparse creatures as the Paris Hiltons, the Michelle Bachmanns, and the Aziz Ansaris, I've had to pick up all my fucking mail at the goddamn fuckin' post office for a whole entire fucking month. Holy Jesus testicles on an open fire I'm pissed.

I fucking hate crack heads. But anyways, in what I can only assume is an attempt to amp up "security", my landlord thought it would be a good idea to install newer, much fucking brighter lights. The old lights were a glowing yet non-abrasive amber color. These new fuckers are clear plastic with the ubermensch of whites radiating from it causing all eyes within a 20 yard radius to go through a systematic shock and blinding similar to that induced by military grade flash grenades. Seriously, these lights can go fuck themselves. I get it, easier to spot darky when you take away the darkness, but some people like the night time and don't smoke crack! 

My neighbors are Mexicans, most likely illegal considering none of them speak a word of English and traffic into their two-bedroom apartment ranges from 15-20 people in a week easy. I've seen this shit happen while out on my "patio" smoking. I mean, I guess it isn't a crime to turn your place of residence into a clown car for greasy burrito-biters but come the fuck on it just ain't fucking right. That many people speaking Spanish in the same area might as well be a rally call for a revolución against whitey and his corporate welfare state of recycling human resources, in all the ways possible!: 

Giving you a helping hand with food stamps and other small handouts for cheap ass TV dinners and questionable medication, then using whatever money you earn from whatever job you might be able to get into forcing you into continuing to do so forever as they tax you forever until you die, meanwhile making their lives seem not nearly as shitty as they really are by providing them with an entertainment industry closely tied into the media, that grosses millions no problem and provides the same rehashed unquestioned morality to a new generation of impressionable dumbasses who, by whatever unfortunate character flaw, CHOOSE to remain ingorant of their lot in life and are usually found smiling all day. I swear, the more you smile, the dumber you are. Smart people realize how fucking depressing reality is. Yup, they have you by the balls. Probably.

This is one of the "bad but not nearly as bad as worst" parts of town, which basically means occasionally niggers and spics argue really loudly at 3 am and break glass and stuff, with a really entertaining crack related arrest taking place maybe once every two weeks. Despite this I still go on my nightly walks, and lately I've been to some weird places. It's definitely a town that stopped growing somewhere between 1975-1985. It's got the typical So-Cal facade of palm trees here and there, Spanish tile, and ethnic restaurants, but at its core it's its own weird ass central Californian clusterfuck of surfers, yuppies, wetbacks, rednecks, and people like me. People have new things of course; new phones, new upholstery, new carpet, new TV, new house, but aside from people's personal items all the architecture and aesthetics ranging from font to why-does-there-need-to-be-an-arcade-here. 

My living room is filled with big black things.

Sometimes when I make make fatboy "I'm craving ten million carbs right-the-fuck-now" runs to a gas station I get an almost internet picturesque point of view similar to what one might see on the popular site People of Walmart. I mean Jesus fucking Christ. Some people just don't look good no matter what. 

They really shouldn't have installed those fucking lights. 

BROWN PEOPLE DICTATOR

I don't know precisely why, but I think dictators and strongmen who lord over people with brown skin tend to have more charisma and overall "cool" than any other kind. And yes, southeast Asians count, because they are afterall brown.

Anyways, one such person in particular has caught my attention. You all know him; he's been on heavy news rotations since February, and you could say he's been making killer waves in the geopolitical world for even longer. What I like about him isn't his politics, nor his impressive array of guns and men willing to fire them in his opposite direction; nor is it even his unwavering middle finger to NATO in the form of continuing to stay alive. 

It's his fucking amazing sense of fashion.

Seriously how the fuck does one grow facial hair like that? I'm envious and no one is wiling to make a Youtube tutorial. Fuck.

"Don't EVEN listen to him! Have you ever seen Assad wear a fabulous robe like this? I DON'T THINK SO."

"That's right. I'm allowed to wear photographs on my clothes."

Closest thing to a business suit I've seen him in.

Successful incorporation of military and pimp chic.

"What is this shit? I thought I told you I despise the new BSG."

QUICK BRING THE CHEESE

What's up? I'm using the internet again.

You know what you realize when you don't really use the internet for two months (like seven centuries in internet years)?

IT'S FUCKING GAY.

I'm not joking at all, and if I feel up to it I might get my lazy fingers to scrawl some shit on this site.

Might. Probably not.

Etadpu

Well, I haven't posted here in forever, and the posts immediately following this one were already kinda spaced out. I'm sure some of you (if anyone still reads this) thought I was abandoning this blog or something. Well, that isn't the plan. I still think this blog deserves a chance, but maybe not at this location. To be honest since I haven't been on blogspot in forever I have no idea if it went the way of MySpace or if it's still relatively popular. In any event, part of the point of putting something on the internet is having people actually see it.

Which is why future posts will be linked on both Twitter and Tumblr.

The reason why I haven't been posting as often as I used to in my glory days of 2009-2010 is forked between two "developments": The first I'm quite proud of, and that is me working 40+ hours a week now. I know I've been quiet about what I do for some time but I think now is a good time to elaborate. I was originally hired as a waiter at a US Air Force club (used to be Officers only, then NCO, now shared.), and have now done just about every job there is to do there. I went all the way from busing tables to washing dishes and now I'm in charge of the entire facility's finances.  The only person I answer to is the manager, and now six people answer directly to me, including two bartenders. Any discrepancy in funds is obviously taken very seriously and my job is making sure there aren't any, and if there are following the headache paper trail to its source in an attempt to save the greedy ass club its $15.

I've been exposed to a level of bureaucracy I wasn't prepared for. I don't even want to know how retarded the US military gets when they have actual problems. They bend over backwards twenty different ways all over stupid-ass fucking parties and ceremonies and pay THOUSANDS of dollars out of their own pockets to have them on a weekly, sometimes bi-weekly basis, oftentimes involving up to 60 different credit card numbers on pro rata sheets that they only halfway understand. It's being responsible to others' irresponsibility.

I'm actually amazed my superiors thought I was capable of this. But at the same time, it is flattering they have such opinions of me.

Whew. Well, the other half of my limited output is that I've also had limited input. Most of my reading has been online for quite some time now. A lot of my free time has been aimed at music, and only occasionally do I update that online. When I figure out a better way to organize all of my stuff (including writing) I'll deliver.

Beaners

European: From Europe.


White: Probably from Europe, most likely northwest.


Amerindian: Pre-Colombian inhabitants of the Americas.


Spanish: From Spain; seeing as how true Spanish people are a rarity in the USA most people who use this term are referring to the language spoken. The Spanish ethnicity is based heavily on culture; within Spain there are several ethnic groups, and what is called español in the Americas is called castellano in Spain. While Spanish can be used to describe an ethnicity it can also be used to describe nationality, of which anyone of any ethnic/race can have.


Hispanic: a term adopted by the US census in the 70's. Literally all it refers to is language. If you can speak Spanish, or even if you don't speak Spanish but are descended from places where Spanish is spoken you may feel free to call yourself Hispanic. Has nothing whatsoever to do with race. Because it deals with a cultural item the more accurate term to describe Hispanic would be ethnicity.


Latino: Shortened version of latinoamericano, which is Spanish for Latin American. Latino refers to national origin; if you descend from any of the countries in what's called Latin America you can call yourself Latino. A Brazilian can be called Latino, but not Hispanic. A Spaniard may be called Hispanic, but not Latino.


Mexican: From Mexico. In and of itself the word Mexican implies nothing more than nationality. Having said that Mexico does have many unique cultural traits, which would seem to lend itself as being a sub-ethnic of either Hispanic or Latino, but most people place "Mexican" in the same category they woul "Puerto Rican" or any other sub-ethnic.


Chicano: This word is very specific. It refers to anyone of Mexican descent who was born in the USA. It is NOT an interchangeable word for Hispanic or Latino; although identifying a Chicano as Hispanic or Latino isn't necessarily inaccurate, it is not preferred, and most Latinos and Hispanics are not Chicano.

Having said that, niggers are scum.

REVIEW: Extermination Process by Malform

Extermination Process by Malform is something of a rarity these days. It has brutal, to-the-point punk riffage, for certain. What's more is it combines these defiant relics with industrial soundscapes, and packages it all inside of the cruel and apathetic skeleton of a an electric machine monster.

From forceful anthems to brooding cinematic pieces reminiscent of A Clockwork Orange and Apocalypse Now, this record is a treat for those who enjoy the darker elements of nature; conversely it is a relentless assault on the minds of the weak and timid.

Personally I'm ready for a follow-up. If Extermination Process is any indication of M.D. Roche's musical direction for future releases, shit's gonna feel good, man.

Holy shit, a link!

Quick King Kopetzky Update

After Almost three weeks of working on my new solo audio project, I'm proud to say I already have an hour of material completed.

The Reverbnation widget has some of my stuff, but if you want to listen to everything I've made so far, you can do so on Facebook here: http://www.facebook.com/pages/King-Kopetzky/184866681541469

Since I've made it this far this quickly, I figure I'll go ahead and spill the layout of my first movement as a solo artist*. The first King Kopetzky album will be entitled Casaus, which is a combination of the German and Spanish words for house. It will meet or exceed 3 hours, divided into four parts, each containing around 45 minutes. The artwork is by Ari Bach.

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If my current speed remains consistent I'd expect sometime either late February or early March for release dates. I might add an extra week of cushion though, as I might be swamped. 

*I'm using that term loosely.