It kept us sane.

I grew up with MaximumRockNRoll. Whilst far too often wallowing in identity politic nihilism, it was a priceless resource for alt.culture in the pre-internet stone age. It kept many of us sane, providing endless resources to other folks like us cruelly separated by the tyranny of distance. The premier issue was July 1982 – which makes us scumfucs that remember pushing 50 and beyond. The age that we used to hate with a fearsome passion.

Central to MRR’s appeal was knowing you were not alone. That there were others on the planet that held the same contempt for what passed as pop culture of the time. For me personally, rock bottom was reached here, also in 1982 – ABC and Look of Love [masochists can click here]. I cannot articulate the despair that was evoked by this nothingness that was everywhere – every music teevee show, every commercial radio channel, every shopping mall, pub and club. Noxious, spotty teenagers pumping dimes in jukeboxes playing the same non-music, bubblegum garbage everywhere. There was no escape. But there was MRR – and it was a lifeline.

The most wonderful feature of MRR, and similar zines such as Metal Forces for the headbangers, was the personals section where folks would post real addresses for correspondence and, most importantly, cassette tape trading of music – very much the Napster of its day. (more…)

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Voltaire’s maxim needs to be updated –

“The only way to comprehend what mathematicians mean by Infinity is to contemplate the extent of PZ Myers hypocrisy.”

Yet again, it is proven no matter how much you scrape the bottom of the baboon barrel, the Naked Emperor will still come up with a new way to astound you. Gore warning for the pussies out there – (more…)

Bloghog tries to be more incoherent than Ophelia Benson. Comes close.

As the old German proverb goes, blood is thicker than water. The cesspit of lies states “It generally means that the bonds of family and common ancestry are stronger than those bonds between unrelated people (such as friendship)”. But often it is also used as a lever to coerce obligation, “this phrase is usually used to remind family members that their allegiance should always remain with their family first, and outside acquaintances second”.

It’s all a rather convoluted way of describing what are base mammalian pack instincts. In humans, whatever way you look at it, the results are always skewed in the same way – the pack does not see flaws that are obvious to outsiders and, conversely, exaggerates trivial achievements to the level of heroism whilst others don’t seem to notice a thing. Case in point: Jen McCreight’s daddy thinks the world is being unfair and cruel to his precious princess that has, evidently, done so much for the rest of us and lets us know in word salad of appeal to pity and bare-knuckle machismo. All sic(more…)

Typical of blogs that don't want discussion, only agreement.

It was a matter of time and not entirely unexpected. The baboon board lynch mob has finally arrived and are baying for blood. There were a couple of dozen in the queue before me, and my number finally came up. So many lynchings, so little time…

I think I am supposed to be surprised, spontaneously void my bowels and fall prostrate in terror. In fact, I briefly noted that yes, I did receive their cleverness, and really, they should tell someone who cares. I have otherwise been bound down by too much pre-crassmass nonsense to even consider any more.

The baboon blogs have in the meantime multiplied. Some are from turds like Greg Laden and Rorschach (or whatever else the chickenshit1 calls himself) who you wouldn’t piss on if they were on fire, let alone respond to. The latter is the baboon board’s Chief Censor and led an abortive spurious complaint letter campaign to National Geographic to censor and/or shut down Abbie Smith and ERV. This time around he’s promising to alert the Federal Police. Good-o. Love to hear how you get on. (more…)

Once again, Justicar (with the aid of the usual haters and rapists at ERV of course) is as sharp as a tack and picks up on some new nonsense in an already nonsensical piece of earlier slave wallowing from The Naked Emperor.

This is just so precious. When an actual geneticist pops into the baboon board, humbly and without fanfare or announcing he is such, and gets torn apart and branded a liar and a moron for his use of the term phenotype, it is funny –

Sally @432:

Donkane is a cowardly liar. Feel free to come back and prove me wrong, Donkane. Yes of course, all those research grants. Busy busy now! And those BIG BIG words! “Phenotype,” golly, what a smart cookie you are!

When that geneticist is Dr Donald A. Kane and is also, by all accounts, one of the folks that has some kind of hand on the purse strings1 to much of the Baboon King’s funding, it becomes priceless. (more…)

Becky's other outfit

“These are people who desperately want to insult me, but have neither the wit nor the intelligence to do it properly.”Our Becky

Ouch. I don’t know how I can ever recover my dignity.

It’s that time again, when Becky has been caught red-handed doing something stupid and/or gratuitously self-serving and/or criminal and knowing full well that there is no way to back-peddle, deny or squirm her way out of it, Becky falls back on her reliable triple-play of trivialisation, distraction and playing the victim card about being bullied by the misogynist conspiracy – with the usual quote mining, context abuse, disregard for reality and outright deception.

Becky takes exception to my calling her “dumber than dogshit” (and a shopping list of other crimes I’ll return to later) over her latest boot-in-mouth numbskullery in proclaiming to the world, with a very sincere face, that the church executed Galileo. Evidently it’s just a twee boo-boo that should just be overlooked, especially when its from such an eminent and universally admired intellectual as herself, and that it’s all being blown out of proportion by nasty and jealous assholes. Replay of a replay of a replay. (more…)

The Fembot Delusion - you cannot kill what does not live

When you profess to be a freethinker, it is a peculiar form of cowardice that has no shame at ridiculing Michele Bachmann1 with frat-boy sexual innuendo and peabrain insult over an unfortunate frankfurter incident, yet turns a deliberate blind eye to jaw-dropping idiocy when it’s perpetrated by one of your own.

But PZ Myers is a guy for whom double-, or even triple-, standards just don’t provide enough wiggle room. The man is a rainbow of expedient contradictions and knows no limits, always willing to conform to any ideology, providing it displays the correct (and mutually advantageous) rebellious and vengeful slave phenotype.

So when things are pretty slow over at the baboon board, a guy as resourceful as the Naked One – who never sees problems, only opportunities – takes full advantage and usefully fills the void by reaffirming his toilet slavery and resurrecting the carcass of the atheist misogyny meme for the umpteenth time –

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