Praise the Lord! Allahu Akbar!

Just a few weeks ago I was Charlie. Now I must also be Muath al-Kasasbeh.

I felt it on 9/11 2001.

I felt it on 7/22 2011.

I felt it on 12/14 2012.

I felt it again yesterday as I saw the headlines that ISIS had burned Jordanian pilot Muath al-Kasasbeh alive in a cage, filmed it in gruesome detail and posted the video on the Internet.

A visceral punch to the gut. A literal feeling of being sick. A despair and deep depression and sorrow when faced with the pure evil man is capable of.

I can’t shake it off. The image that intrudes upon my mind uninvited of the poor man trapped in a cage while the flames consume him. All the while a professional film team has their cameras trained on him to capture every agonizing second.

For our viewing pleasure.

I didn’t watch the video. I don’t need to. My imagination is quite vivid. Only now I wish it wasn’t.

My heart bleeds for his wife, his parents, his family. For mankind. I would cry if I could.

And then anger. Raging anger like I’ve never felt before. Right now, although I know intellectually it’s the wrong solution, I would support any measure to wipe the pest that is ISIS from existence. Bring out the heavy artillery. Bring out the bombs. If we could flatten Dresden, surely we can exterminate these animals. Bring out the napalm, the mustard gas; hell, bring out the tactical nukes!

Does anybody still doubt that Sam Harris was right when he said Islam is the mother lode of bad ideas? The terrorists quoted a specific chapter from the Koran that justified burning a man alive as punishment.

Fight any and all irrational ideas and dogma that are used to justify acts of terror. Put down the subhumans like the rabid dogs they are. The same goes for the silent enablers who, while not actually are physically taking part in the atrocities, approve in their hearts.

Death to Muhammad the Scumfuck. Piss be upon his name. The same goes for his followers.

I just needed to get that off my chest.

Muath al-Kasasbeh

Muath al-Kasasbeh, a true martyr. Not for Islam, but for humanity. Peace be upon his name.

Je Suis Charlie

I Am Charlie.

And if you are not, you are part of the problem.


Fuck the prophet and his fanatical followers!

Robin Williams Dead

Oh fuck. Such a sad day for humanity. I think sometimes the most brilliant comedians hide the deepest troubles. Sixty-three years old. If it was my style I’d be holding back tears right now.

Comedian Robin Williams dead from apparent suicide.

As a friend of mine just commented: “This world suddenly lost some of its sparkle.” I concur.

Happy Good Friday!

Happy nail-God-incarnate-in-the-form-of-a-Jew-to-a-cross day. Good fun for the entire family!

As it turns out, getting nailed to a cross killed God dead, but don’t worry, he’ll be up and running again in three days’ time.

Holy fucking ghost,  Jesus was a chick magnet!

Jesus was a cjick magnet!

Philip Seymour Hoffman Dead

Oscar winning actor Philip Seymour Hoffman died Feb. 2, 2014 in his apartment in Manhattan, New York, of an overdose of heroin.

He apparently had a drug problem in his early twenties that he managed to kick, but recently fell off the wagon. He was 46 years old when he died. The police found 50 baggies of heroin in his apartment, prescription pain killers, syringes and other drug paraphernalia. Clearly the man had a problem.

I was never a huge fan of Hoffman or his movies, but I recognize him as a talented actor, both on the big screen and on stage. When you add up the pluses and minuses of his life the world is probably a better place for him having been around.

I acknowledge addiction as a condition, but not a bona fide disease. Philip Seymour Hoffman chose, of his own free will, to stick that needle in his body and inject himself with poison, and it felt so good that he wanted it again and again and again, and he couldn’t muster up the willpower to resist. He chose the heroin euphoria over the love for his partner and three children.

A lot of people are blaming his dealer for his death, and because Mr Hoffman was a celebrity the cops were quick to launch an investigation and make arrests. As opposed to your average homeless junkie PSH was a man of means, worth $35 million at the time of his death if various Internet celebrity sites are to be believed. He had every opportunity to seek help and reverse his downward spiral. But he chose not to.

I’m sad that he died. My condolences to his family and friends that he left behind. But I don’t feel sorry for him. He died by his own hand and by his own choice.

Helen Thomas Dead At 92

Legendary journalist and reporter Helen Thomas died yesterday at the age of 92

Honestly, I can’t say I know all that much about her. I knew her as the old lady in the front row of the White House press briefing room facing down Press Secretaries and Presidents alike, from John F Kennedy to Barack Obama, not accepting sanitized and rehearsed talking points as substitutes for real answers.

I know she was admired for breaking all sorts of glass ceilings in the male-dominated news industry, not content with being just another airhead news-bimbo (like she ever could, and of which we still have in plentiful supply).

I also know that she was expelled from the fold after making remarks that some found offensive, criticizing Israel at a function at the White House. These were perfectly legitimate criticisms of the State of Israel, views that many hold, myself included; not anti-Semitic in nature. Anti-Zionist perhaps, but not anti-Semitic, and there’s a world of difference.

It is sad that she was forced to end a stellar career on such a down-note. It is my personal judgment that the world is a better place for Helen Thomas having lived. A much better place.

Nelson Mandela Confirmed Dead By South African Government

I know he’s not, but it can’t be long now and I’d like to get a head start for SEO purposes. I know some of you might find it tasteless, but some guy bought the domain (or a name to that effect, I can’t remember 100%) the day the news was released that Christopher Hitchens was diagnosed with esophageal cancer. Don’t get your knickers in a bunch, it’s just an experiment. It’s not like all the major news outlets don’t have his eulogy on file already. Just to clarify, Nelson Mandela is NOT dead at the time of this writing. President Obama sends his condolences.

Tony Soprano Dead

James Joseph Gandolfini, Jr. (September 18, 1961 – June 19, 2013)

On this day the world is sad. James Gandolfini, lead actor of HBO’s TV series “The Sopranos” (my most favoritest TV series EVER) suffered a massive stroke while vacationing in Italy and died at the unfairly young age of fifty-one. Condolences to his family. He will be missed. BADA BING!

James Gandolfini

James Joseph Gandolfini, Jr. (September 18, 1961 – June 19, 2013)

Joe Weider, Trainer Of Champions, AKA “The Master Blaster” Dead At 93

Joe Weider died yesterday of heart failure at the age of 93. Although he never knew, he played an integral part in my life. For those of you who don’t know who he was, he, along with his late brother Ben, popularized the sport of bodybuilding. Without him there would be no Arnold Schwarzenegger, no IFBB and no Mr Olympia. Regarding Arnold, that might have been a good thing depending on where you stand.

In my opinion bodybuilding has been ruined in the later decades as the Champions became like freakish chemical monsters. Back in the day, while there may have been some steroids, it was more a true culture of fitness and physique perfection. Today it’s a carnival sideshow.

Joe was in some ways a controversial figure, and many considered him to be a ruthless business man. When all is said and done, at the end of the day, I think the world is a better place because of him. I do not hold him responsible for the status of bodybuilding today.

I’m too lazy to write a proper eulogy for Joe, so I’ll just link to his Wikipedia page and post a picture of him.

Joe Weider

Joe Weider, “The Master Blaster”, passes away at the age of 93

Alvin Lee Still Calling From Beyond The Grave

This part I plagiarized just to save time:

British rock guitarist Alvin Lee, founder of the band Ten Years After who burst to stardom with a memorable Woodstock performance, has died. He was 68.

A statement posted on Lee’s official website said he died Wednesday March 6th unexpectedly from complications following a routine surgical procedure. Lee’s manager, Ron Rainey, said the guitarist died in Spain.

This part is all mine:

I have never been a huge follower of TYA or Alvin Lee. I’m too young to have been in on it from the beginning; about ten years short of being of the true Woodstock generation (which turns out well, or else I would have been 63 instead of my youthful 53 today), but I really like some of their stuff, I recognize their influence on generations hence and it’s always a sad day when a true trailblazer of the art form of Rock and Roll dies, particularly when it’s prematurely. I would say RIP, but I don’t believe in that shit. It was nice to have him around for as long as it lasted, though. He made the world a better place.

Here’s Alvin Lee playing Hear Me Calling in Budapest in 2010.

Here’s Slade, one of the many bands influenced by Lee/Ten Years After doing a helluva cover of Hear Me Calling.