SEX, TATTOOS & VIOLENCE R US - #1

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This is the debut installment of a new feature I’m adding to this Blog. We here at Xtremely Un-P.C. And Unrepentant (that is, me, myself, and my inflatable girlfriend Ariel) were initially tempted to call this segment “Miscellaneous Minutiae”, but then our gin-soaked and air-filled heads started thinking and we realized that no one was going to read something titled “Miscellaneous Minutiae.” If a blogger in the U.S. wants to gain the attention of American readers, he or she had better write about things that most interest the American People. And since nowadays it seems that nothing interests the American People more than sex, tattoos and violence, we decided to grab your attention by calling this feature just that. And it worked, too, didn’t it? (See how smart my inflatable girlfriend is?)

The majority of my posts on this Blog are rather lengthy… and long. The idea behind SEX, TATTOOS & VIOLENCE R US is to give me a forum where I can just post brief (and short) comments on a variety of related (and unrelated) topics. Like a kind of grab bag of crap. Sort of like what I did in “7 Remastered RANDOM THOUGHTS + 1 Previously Unreleased BONUS TRACK And 1 ALTERNATE TAKE", only in a continuing format.

So without further ado (and no more introduction), here’s three or four (or 10) things my girlfriend and I have been thinking about in recent days. If you don’t like what’s written below, don’t blame me - I just write what Ariel tells me to. If either of us wore pants in this relationship, it would be her:

YER TOO DAMN DUMB TO DRINK!
My brother Nappy and I were watching some Andy Griffith Show DVDs last Sunday evening and periodically checking in on the score of the Lakers vs. Magic NBA Championship game. At one point, I caught a TV commercial for Coors beer. They were proudly bragging about how the mountains illustrated on the beer can now turn the color blue when the brew is cold enough to drink. I pity the fool who needs a damn can to tell him when the beer inside is cold enough to drink. Men have been guzzling beer ever since God created it at the close of the 6th Day and we never needed anything but our fingers (or the back of buddy’s neck) to tell us when it was an adequate temperature to quaff. Son-Of-A-Bitch! Has it REALLY come to this in America?! Are we now so dumbed-down that we need a picture on a beer can to clue us in to when it’s OK to “Tilt”? Oh, stick a fork in us, we’re done. (Uh… well, hold on -maybe we’re not done. Has the fork turned blue yet? Wait ‘til the fork turns blue, THEN stick it in us.)

A DUMB IN THE OVEN?
A couple of days ago, I was at the .99 Cent Store buying toilet paper. (Why pay more? That would be just like flushing money down the toilet.) In one aisle I noticed a rack of pregnancy tests for sale. Uh… would anyone REALLY trust a pregnancy test they got for .99 cents? There are a few things that are worth paying a bit more for. Who needs a .99 cent heart attack?

WALKING BILLBOARDS AND MOTHER TRUCKERS
Dear Abby Normal ~
Everywhere I look anymore is an inked-up broad and a woman driving a truck. Do you suppose American women will EVER stop tattooing their bodies and hauling nothing around town in pickup trucks? In other words, will American women eventually stop trying to prove their manhood and be at peace with themselves? Will they ever get over their “menvy” and rejoice in the privilege of being women? Yeah, I thought not.
Signed,
Repulsed In Airheadzona

WHATABURGER WENT THAT-A-WAY
For those of you who think we are beginning to pull out of our economic woes, think again. Just last week a Whataburger near me went belly up. That is to say, doors and windows boarded up! Dang. I had only recently discovered the place, too. Being a vegetarian, I had always assumed that they didn’t have much on their menu that I could order. Then one day I wandered in and surprisingly found a couple of items that appealed to me – particularly a breakfast egg sandwich. It was cheap and it was good enough to start my morning with. Whataburger was there one day and gone the next. Poop! Anyway, keep your head down – the crap is still splattering off the economic fan.

WHATAWAYTOGO
For a couple of years in my boyhood, my favorite TV show was Kung Fu. I eagerly anticipated the fights (there was almost always one quick fight and one extended fight), but honestly, even as young as I was (12), I also eagerly anticipated the philosophical teachings. I still have a copy of “The Kung Fu Book Of Caine” published in 1993 by Herbie Pilato. In the Foreward, the show’s star, David Carradine, wrote: Our basic concerns to make this show what it was were absolute authenticity, historical accuracy, the chronicling of the troubles the Chinese immigrants experienced in America, a hint of the need for social revolution, lots of Chinese philosopy, caring for all life, a lot of heart, and superior technical quality in the films, in the writing and in our execution of all this. Somewhere right in the center was this character “Kwai Chang Caine” or “Little Grasshopper” who bound it all together.
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“Bound”, eh? [*Cough!-Cough!*]
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According to David Carradine, the fourth flute he used in the show was made for him personally by Jose Feliciano and Cannonball Adderley. Mercy, Mercy, Mercy! Now that’s pretty cool!
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I’m certainly not in the habit of speaking ill about the newly dead, however, not everything about Carradine was “cool.” For one thing, in the book he also writes:
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After all, kung-fu is not about being a warrior but about training the mind and body.
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Well, pardon my Buddhism but… “BULLSHIT!” I don’t believe that anyone has ever entered into martial arts training without first having a violent mind. If a nonviolent person wanted to train their mind, they would study and attempt to live The Holy Bible, wherein one finds the sayings of Jesus. These are the deepest and most challenging concepts ever articulated in “this world.” And if a nonviolent person wanted to train their body, they would take up golf. Or ice-skating, if they want an aerobic workout, too.
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I was never really a David Carradine fan to begin with, but he got eternally etched onto my Bad Boys list when he chose to play a part in helping Quentin Tarantino put his mental illness on the silver screen for the entertainment of The American People. Americans may have applauded that “Kill Bill” sh#t, but then, as we’ve already established, Americans love sex, tattoos and violence.
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Carradine and actress Barbara Hershey had a son they named Free. Yeah, Free. How “Summer-Of-Lovely.” Unfortunately, what Free will never be free of is the image of his dad dying in a closet with one end of a cord tied around his neck and the other end tied around his… kung-fu. A person ought to be more careful with his legacy… and his kung-fu. Now and forever, “David Carradine”, “Kwai Chang Caine”, and “Kill Bill” will conjure that sad, well-hung image in every person’s mind. What a REAL shame!
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I guess it was time for you to leave, Grasshopper, but did it have to be THAT way? Sheesh! Well, as Master Kan once said to you: “Be neither brave nor afraid, but at Peace.”

WELL, AIN’T HE TWEET?!
I keep hearing about this Twitter.com thing, but I know very little about it. What I DO know, however, is that I will NEVER participate in it. I won't have my name associated with something that calls itself TWITTER and where the messages one writes are called TWEETS. Sorry, that's just a little too faggy sounding for me. “Real Men don’t Tweet!” Now there’s a slogan the country should rally around. After they’ve changed the name to Mutter.com they can get back to me. Maybe I’ll play then. Maybe.

BLAME IT ON MY “BRAIN DAMAGE”
On Tuesday, my buddy The Great L.C. gave me his old copy of Pink Floyd’s “Dark Side Of The Moon.” He just bought the freshly remastered version and didn’t know what to do with his first copy of the compact disc. He offered it to me, thinking I probably already owned it and he was surprised to learn that I didn’t have ANY Pink Floyd in my music collection. Of course, his surprise was understandable considering my recent Blog Bit titled “NO DRUGS (EXCEPT FOR PINK FLOYD).” But, fact is, I never reacquired my Floyd stuffs when I made the transition from LP to CD in 1988. I’m generally more of a Jazz and Blues man now.
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I thanked The Great L.C. and told him I was glad to have “Dark Side Of The Moon” (DSOTM), while carelessly referring to it as “a true American classic.” L.C. rightfully corrected my error and I was a bit embarrassed at making such a silly and obvious mistake like that.
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Later that night, I got to contemplating how I could have said something so foolish when I know much better. I came to the conclusion that DSOTM has been with us so long now and is such a ubiquitous recording that everyone is familiar with and so many people own, that it’s almost become a part of the American culture. It spent an astounding 741 weeks on America’s Top 200 albums chart, and according to a Wikipedia article, “It is estimated that one in every fourteen people in the USA under the age of fifty owns or has owned a copy.” When I was a teenager, virtually every friend I knew had the LP. And to my dear departed friend Party Marty, track four, “The Great Gig In The Sky”, was one of the seven songs that most reminded him of me. (Neither Marty nor I could have ever imagined that he would be going to The Great Gig In The Sky before I would!) Yup, I guess it seems to this boy that Floyd’s masterpiece is now an “ADOPTED American Classic.”

I CHECKED THE BLACK BOX FIRST!
Undoubtedly, there are millions of White Dumb-O-Crats (and even some White Repugnantcans) running around these days proud of themselves for having voted for USAP, believing their vote reflects their bleeding-heart open-mindedness and their sense of racial equality, yada-yada-blah-blah. I would like them all to know that I voted a Black man for president nearly a decade before they did. In 2000, I cast my presidential vote for Alan Keyes. So, not only did my vote come well before theirs, but my vote went to a Black American patriot born in America, not to an undocumented Black Marxist born in a foreign country. Yeah, uh-huh, that’s right: “I Was Voting Black Man When Voting Black Man Wasn’t Cool.”

WHAT’S WRONG WITH THIS (Big) PICTURE?
From time to time, I have puzzled over the question why (after a full year) this Blog has failed to generate any following outside of my very small circle of personal friends. I wondered if it might be the subjects I address. But, no. Politics, humor, important book reviews? What’s not to be interested in? Could it be the writing? Perhaps. But then again, I have often enough received compliments from my friends: Aardvark, Ol’ WP, Mr. Paul, Br’er Marc – these are all individuals operating at a level of intelligence that I definitely respect, and all have had nice things to say about my writing at different times. A professional writer, Phillip Jennings, once even used the B-word to describe my writing. (No! Not “bastardly” or “bitchy.”) I question whether or not he was being sincere, but at the same time, I doubt he would have said something positive at all if he really thought my writing was stinko. [By the way, check out Phillip Jennings’ newest book being published by Regnery in January, 2010, titled “The Politically Incorrect Guide To The Vietnam War.”]
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I’m inclined to think that even a raving madman wouldn’t mistake me for a raving madman, and that most readers see my conclusions have some extensive research backing them. I’ll even venture to guess that the majority of people who have read my entries on the New World Order conspiracy recognize, even if only subconsciously, that I speak the truth. So, what’s wrong with this Blog then?
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I think the answer may have finally occurred to me late last week. I fairly regularly read the political Blogs of other writers here at Blogspot and beyond. It strikes me that they almost all have a certain something in common: Political blogs begin with a very pronounced “Us Versus Them” attitude. It’s either a Republican’s blog bashing the Democrats, or a Democrat’s blog bashing the Republicans. And they all primarily deal with the day-to-day political issues. They seem to share a micro-political viewpoint. Their concerns are on what dumbass thing USAP said yesterday, or what new piece of legislation Congress passed today, or who might or might not get a Supreme Court nomination tomorrow, etc.
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Xtremely Un-P.C. And Unrepentant, on the other hand, generally adopts a macro-political viewpoint. I am far more concerned with “The Big Picture.” I think most Americans are afraid to face up to the fact that the little goings-on really do not alter the broad path we traverse on the way to our eventual demise. They would rather hide their faces from the great truth and continue with their delusions; choosing to believe (falsely) that if they could just get the right man into the White House, or just gain party control of both the House and the Senate, or just get the right configuration of lawyers in the U.S. Supreme Court, everything will get better. I believe it is easier for most people to just choose sides (the side that SAYS – not necessarily does, but SAYS – the things they want to hear) and to pretend that things will eventually improve in America. If the people were to acknowledge that even their own chosen political party is in actuality their enemy, it would leave the people feeling alone and powerless in their struggle for truth, justice, and The American Way.
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It is the rare person indeed who can confront the truth and admit: I feel like a ten-year-old who has rooted for the "good guys" in professional wrestling with great fervor, and is just learning that the whole thing is fake--not on the level! "..no...it couldn't be...they don't mean it...you mean, you mean...everything I thought was....WRONG??!!" But that woman and I concur with Patrick Henry who said: “It is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth ... For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst and to provide for it.”
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It’s a hard thing for the average American to admit the fact that they really WILL NOT and CANNOT change the course of the country. Americans are afraid, and therefore they refuse to see the evil that is all around them and in plain view 24/7. The Big Picture is a darkness living brazenly in the light of day and which conspires against America, against humanity at large, against national sovereignty and personal liberty.
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So, the political Blogs that entertain an “Us Versus Them” micro-view acquire a following of readers because most Blog visitors share this mind-set. It is the prevailing political assumption in America. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that” but it simply doesn’t represent the greater political reality. It’s like concerning oneself with the red or blue colors of the spokes but never realizing they are all - regardless of color - part of an outer wheel. Or, to use a different analogy: If a person hasn’t first seen the big picture on the lid of the box, examining the separate jigsaw puzzle pieces and attempting to put them together is a waste of time and an exercise in frustration.
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In short, I think the reason Xtremely Un-P.C. And Unrepentant has only a few regular readers is because it scares people; it makes people uncomfortable. Well, so be it then! Henry David Thoreau wrote: “There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root.” I like to think that this Blog makes me a “striker”, not a “hacker.” And I would not refocus on the political minutiae in order to gain a larger readership. This Blog will continue to emphasize the BIG, BAD PICTURE, and if that means only a few good friends will continue to check in here, that’s fine with me. I’m mostly writing to (hopefully) “Amuse Friends And Piss Off Enemies” anyway. And nothing I or any other blogger says can change the future anyhow because largely… “It is written.”

AN INVITATION TO FRIENDSHIP
Hi. I am a very friendly person but I am also shy. I want to meet new people but this is not easy for me.
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I would like to share my pictures with you, only this website will not allow me to. However, I do have my nude photo collection - which is very tasteful and artistic - posted on a different site where it is permitted.
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If you would like to see my nude photos, please click here.

~ Stephen T. McCarthy
"As a dog returns to his own vomit, so a fool repeats his folly."
~ Proverbs 26:11
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