Glorify The Turd

Permission Denied?

Anyone else out there running into this stuff from MediaFire?  One of my readers brought this to my attention and then I started running across it on other sites.  Here we go again.  It would be one thing if they were actually showing concern for the artists, but instead they are just trying to rope you into giving money to Amazon or iTunes.  Nevah!  You think White Flag is getting money from Amazon for their out of print CD? And they don’t offer the LP for download, either.  If you run into this crap on my site, leave a note in the comments and I’ll try to fix it.

Wanda Jackson – “This Gun Don’t Care / I Wonder If She Knows” 7″ (1966)

Not that I’m not completely sick of hearing about Sandy Hook at this point, but I couldn’t resist posting this one.  ‘Tis quite a catchy ditty, don’t you think?  I think so.

So let’s see here, having fought and died for years against what was, at the time, the most powerful military in the world with whatever weapons they could get their hands on, the founders of this country decided to do what when the discussion of an armed citizenry arose?  Well, of course, they wanted us to own guns for no other purpose than hunting and why would anyone want anything more effective than a single-shot musket to do it with?  Why can’t these gun-clutching, small penis-compensating right wing lunatics get it through their heads that government is our friend now and all that nasty tyranny stuff only happened back in the old days when people were stupid and uncivilized?  Just one look at the enlightened, conscious, intellectual, physically fit populace we have today, coupled with our safe, clean cities and the high culture jammed down our throats by our honest and thoughtful mass media and education system, leaves me little doubt that our society is on the right track.  All those violent, gun-toting clowns from the 1700’s, who went through all that fuss and bother fighting the last government who tried to take our weapons, were just a bunch of pussies who didn’t know what the fuck they were doing.  They should have learned to like and get along with the British and maybe held a fair, civilized election to select a nice, honest, accountable leader to solve all their problems for them like we do now.  And who would dare say things aren’t going great these days?  Everything is fuckin’ swell.

SAMPLE TRACK:

This Gun Don’t Care

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Back In Business!

All the old posts have now been switched over to MediaFire and the site is, once again, fully functional.  Let’s see how long this lasts, shall we?  I have to admit my confidence in MediaFire could be a little higher, but I’ll give them a chance.  And am I the only one who has trouble with their multi-uploader?  It rarely works and you have to upload one file at a time, hovering over the site until it goes through.  To compound the problem, the nearest high speed internet connection I have is a gas station on the edge of the nearest town with minimal heat and stinks of fried pork tenderloin and potato wedges.  So here I am, stinking of pork tenderloins and potato wedges, and what the hell have you clowns done for me?  Nuthin’!

Oh, and I did some long-overdue site maintenance while I was waiting and stinking.  Basically, I added some new categories to aid in site navigation.  Now, you can get all the Mentors and El Duce posts at the click of a mouse and I did the same with a couple other bands and genres.  I have also received a couple requests in the past to put together a list of some of the top retard and fake Punk releases.  Well, I’m not sure if I can really comply with such a request but, as far as this site goes, I added the categories of Poopy Punk and Poopy Rock that, while containing some legitimate releases, tends to gravitate more towards the bands and artists who went the extra mile in general dumbassitude and crapola.  Not that most of this stuff isn’t stupid, mind you!  I have some new posts in the works and should have them up by then end of the week.

Silent Tools Of Justice – Booklet (1991)

Two Sides Of The Equation

Well, I haven’t put up any literature in a while, so I’ll subject you people to an exceptional piece of nastiness from my sordid archives.  Do I need to state that I don’t take this shit seriously?  I suppose in this age of Big Brother I do, so I’ll state flat out that I’m definitely not on board with this author in this slightest.  In fact, I suspect the guy who wrote this thing may have been a little nuts, but I am basing my theory on past experiences with similar wingnuts, rather than any personal knowledge of the writer.  Why do I even own this thing?  Well, I own tons of stuff like this, mainly because I am not a big fan of fiction, being of a frame of mind that compels me to get material on “fringe” elements in our society straight from the source and form my own opinion, rather than ingest what some writer has to say about it.

The Illusion Of Freedom

What we have here is a book that basically instructs the reader on how to poison people to death.  What kind of people?  Politicians, pro-abortionists, judges, cops and probably just about anyone else that would piss off a cat like the writer and, apparently, old Maynard wasn’t the easiest guy to get along with, as he wound up getting himself killed in prison.  Or was it the Government?!?!  Oooooh! Who knows?  And who cares, as at this point I don’t put anything past the overall potential for human rottenness.  All the same, I find something about this particular piece of literature to be exceptionally vile and an endless source of grisly fascination to me.  I mean, poisoning someone to death has to be one of the most cowardly, pussy-ass ways to do a guy in that I can possibly think of, for starters! Just get a load of what some of the things described in this book will do to a guy and you’ll see what I mean.

While this can be used as an example of propaganda from the extreme Right, I choose to see it as an example of a state of mind.

Good Hunting

What state of mind?  Well, at some point in some peoples lives there comes a time when they realize things aren’t quite right with the world.  Perhaps they might convince themselves that every politician on the face of the earth is a criminal scumbag and a puppet owned by a private entity, and that every “decision” they make is actually part of some sweetheart deal for their own benefit and often to the detriment of the people they are supposed to be serving.  Perhaps they will get it in their head that the police, the media, the education system, and so on are all in on the deal, as well, helping to serve the same people who own the politicians by keeping the public in line.  Needless to say, exposure to these unpleasant facts of life can serve to rain on one’s parade to a certain degree and may cause a certain type of person to want to “do something about it”.  And exactly what would that be?  For some, it may mean getting involved in politics and grassroots organizations that educate the public a la Alex Jones.  For others, it means lashing out at

Hang The Judge

whatever form of authority crosses their field of vision, doing shit that is guaranteed to get you noticed by the powers that be by making a big show out of not paying taxes or refusing to get a social security number or drivers license, or starting wars with local law enforcement.  It seems to me that the former method is preferable to the latter, but to each his own, I say.  However, there is nothing I disrespect more than a guy who martyrs himself for no good reason.  Life is for living and I can’t fathom why a guy would hang himself out to dry, pissing off the authorities by publishing a worthless piece of shit like this—and I’ve published my share of worthless shit, believe me!!  Supposedly, 60,000 of these were put into circulation—a relative drop in the bucket compared to any mainstream publication, but you can bet your ass this guy made a shit-list or two for his troubles.  And for what?  The amusement of Mr. Poopy?  Well, if that’s the case, mission accomplished, buddy!  Suffice it to say, it appears that he failed to inspire too many people to do his dirty work for him, as all the stuff in this book has been available on the Internet for years, but I can’t say I’m aware of too many politicians keeling over from Ricin or anything else for that matter.

This book is about as nasty as it gets—definitely not for the squeamish!  This is a high quality scan–not like the pictures in this post.

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HIPPIES: Hypocrisy and “Happiness” – Booklet (1968)

Well, I’m not even going to beat around the bush here.  While there are a lot of factors that have been boiling under the surface for a long, long time that lead to the current crisis the US is facing, I don’t mind putting a nice chunk of the blame on this generation of assholes.  At the very least, I can credit these guys with starting the ball rolling for all the PC, leftist horseshit that has me banging my head against the wall these days.  At the same time, I can’t help but grudgingly tip my hat to the Hippies a little because they managed to kick up quite a stink at the time, the likes of which no youth movement has even come remotely close to touching.  However, I blame a good part of their success to the fact that the authorities during those times were totally clueless on what to make of those people or how to handle them.  Too bad they had to wait until May 4^th, 1970 to get it right.

This booklet was written when the Hippie movement was going full force and does a nice job of showing it for what it was: a mass reaction to all the greed, hate, ugliness, war, conformity and miscellaneous bullshit this life has to offer.  And it’s not like these kids were wrong to be outraged.  The irony of this booklet lies in the fact that any Hippie who actually bought into what this particular author is laying down would have jumped right from the frying pan and into the fire.  This is an interesting piece of history and one can certainly draw some comparisons to today’s wayward youth—especially those Emo kids!  When all is said and done, I guess I can grudgingly give some slack to these misled rebels of yesteryear, despite all the problems they’ve caused.  But, as for you contemporary Hippies?  GO DIE!!! Preferably before I have to look at you or smell you again.

Yes, I kind of fucked up this scan—you have to rotate the view.

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