…Yes, and other things I know. And my point is not to say guns are bad, even though they are meant for killing. We all know the issue in the United States where some tens of thousands of people are killed every year by gun violence and I’d like to take a moment to talk about why pretty much everyone is wrong when it comes to this topic. Continue reading “GUNS DON’T KILL PEOPLE, PEOPLE KILL PEOPLE, WITH GUNS.”
I am still not 100% sure of the sound, the angle, the players, the setup, the equipment or anything logistical or tangible about Sam Ruin. But there are indeed two things that I know for a fact.
I realize this morning that the reason I feel so motivated to play right now is that I am angry. I’m not talking about angst ridden teen angry. I am talking about, “It’s time for a fucking revolution” angry. The type of anger that makes people motivated to die fighting for something. This is the type of anger that causes some to change their course in life. And it is this anger that I now feel. Continue reading “The Anger & The Message”
I’m clearly not up to speed on this million biker vs million muslim march thing that just happened. Correct me if I’m wrong from my Facebook education on this, but to my understanding, there was to be a million muslim march on Washington which was planned and they had a permit for and then a million bikers were supposed to go down there to stop it from happening even though they didn’t have a permit to have any kind of organized event? Continue reading “Million Biker vs. Million Muslim March?”
Twelve years ago today I woke up, still ‘intoxicated’ from the night before, to my mother coming into my room saying, “Wake up, we’re under attack.” I remember lifting my head to the window and pushing the curtain aside to see what was going on outside. I saw nothing. I turned on the tv to see that a plane had flown into the world trade center and it was burning. I watched for a bit to see live when the second plane hit. It was in that moment that I remember this invincible feeling I had my entire life sucked out of my body. The world stood still for me in that moment. Continue reading “The Eleventh Of September; Twelve Years After The Destruction Of Our Ignorant Innocence”
I guess today I am deciding to actually fire up this blog? I own so many outlets but nothing is really set in stone as a place for me to write my opinion on…. everything. I suppose I would link out from here to things I might publish elsewhere but for the most part, I will probably use this as my forum to voice my own ignorant opinions on everything that doesn’t otherwise have a designated place.
A new expression? Continue reading “A New Expression? A Re-Introduction To Myself.”
A feeling of glorious reinvigoration and empowerment…
A sound of determination…
A gathering of the defiant, or of the mutually opressed…
A feeling of invincibility…
What is metal but the thing that unites people for a common cause?
What is metal but the definition of our separation from society’s status quo?
What is metal? Continue reading “What Is Metal?”
Holy shit! It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything on here. Mostly because my life has been hectic as all hell but I should probably take some time out to update this thing. Aaaand that’s all for now!
Fuck it. Tonight I’m gonna rock the fuck out in honor of my friend Steve. He should be here with us, celebrating metal. I’ll drink one for him tonight.
Oh, don’t I know I reside within the belly of the beast? It’s a reality that’s all to irritating. Imagine me, in fetal position, within the steel cage of an atomic weapon.
Heading out for ‘brunch’ for a friend’s birthday today. I hate the word ‘brunch’ but love the concept. I think we need to come up with a better title for it. Maybe we can refer to it as, ‘Morning Cap.’ Anything really is better than brunch. The other problem with Brunch is that it usually happend around 11am or 12 noon… isn’t that lunch time already? Why don’t we just call it ‘Lunch.’ Breakfast is usually around 7am or 8am, which would mean 9am or 10am would be brunch.. but we sleep until 10am and make it to ‘brunch’ around noon… It’s LUNCH! If we need another name for it to justify drinking in the early hours of the day then we’re really just alcoholics who refuse to accept it. Anyway, time for a mimosa!