Our People


Statue of LibertyI found God on the back of a dollar bill.  He spoke with few words— Some might say only in sign language, but I could hear the shouts.  The eternal struggles of a people.  Not those who fled across a desert, but those that live in paper temples— Traded in their glass houses for something more-flammable.  Whoosh.

Our people washed ashore.  Broken…forgotten, but determined.  We slaughtered our way to the Golden Arches in a mere two-and-a-half centuries, and while the world laughed we kept quite till the bombs fell.

We stayed silent.

We bided our time.  The world came crawling…begging for our help.  Before we walked on the moon, we ended a Great War.  Now who was laughing?  Definitely not the sleeping giant—  We were proud.  We built great things, we defined generations with our ingenuity, we carved the face of the world in our nuclear image, but we stumbled…we bloated.

And, then the flies came.

They picked at our flesh and laid their eggs in the crevasses of our economy, education, and the very hearts and minds of our people.  We call ourselves progressives as hate runs rampant.  The peaceful have become weak.  There was once a time when the peaceful picked up muskets to fight a world power, and now Guerrillas do the same.

The giant is down—  Pinned by sticks and rope.  We traveled to lands with little people, but we were never meant to stand in quicksand…we were meant to stand tall.  Lady Liberty please light the way, again.  Please Lady Liberty…please.

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Stephen King’s “Revival” set to addiction, fanaticism, and the afterlife


Stephen KingStephen King has been quite prolific these past few years and if 2014 is any indication the sixty-six year old writer shows no sign of slowing down anytime soon. Besides “Mr. Mercedes” being published June of 2014, an announcement (via a “Under the Dome” video chat with the esteemed author last June) struck the Internet the detailing yet another release slated for November.

The release dubbed, “Revival,” hits upon such topics as addiction, religious fanaticism, and the possibilities of life after death. In the months proceeding King’s live chat, Scriber has released a brief abstract and rough release date for the novel:

In a small New England town more than half a century ago, a boy is playing with his new toy soldiers in the dirt in front of his house when a shadow falls over him. He looks up to see a striking man, the new minister, Jamie learns later, who with his beautiful wife, will transform the church and the town. The men and boys are a bit in love with Mrs. Jacobs; the women and girls, with the Reverend Jacobs — including Jamie’s sisters and mother. Then tragedy strikes, and this charismatic preacher curses God, and is banished from the shocked town.

Jamie has demons of his own. Wed to his guitar from age 13, he plays in bands across the country, running from his own family tragedies, losing one job after another when his addictions get the better of him. Decades later, sober and living a decent life, he and Reverend Charles Jacobs meet again in a pact beyond even the Devil’s devising, and the many terrifying meanings of Revival are revealed.

The book seems to harken to King’s roots, akin to the successful throwback novel “Doctor Sleep,” which released last year and was a direct sequel to “The Shining.” Nevertheless, these sorts of topics and particularly this style seem to be King’s bread and butter, and with age comes refinement.

“Revival” sounds more than promising, and hopefully horror fans will be delighted with King’s prose and pass it along to a friend, family member, or colleague because as everyone knows— Books should be shared. Don’t forget to check back here for more news on “Revival” as it releases.

And, speaking of sharing, share your favorite horror novels and/or your ‘must-read’ horror list of 2014 in the comments below.

(SOURCE: Stephen King’s “Revival” set to addiction, fanaticism, and the afterlife)

One Love, One Heart


Personally, I believe that we should always strive to improve ourselves.  I am not a very religious man, but I feel that it is necessary to learn about the world’s religions.  All-in-all, it doesn’t change my standing on the subject, but it has enlightened me to other people’s beliefs and culture.  We’re all human, but it seems like many try to pry at the minute differences between us to create conflict.

In the long run it is pointless.  We all live separate lives in an essence.  Our goals and desires should be chased after, they are our own personal and independent struggles, but during the process we need to be respectful to our fellow man.  I live in a nation that is woefully confused.  We call ourselves Democrats, Republicans, and Independents and we fight for everything and nothing.  I’m proud to live in an age that is providing voice to the people, but I am equally saddened by the violence and hate that has led to the finding of our voice.

I read and listen to people spew their hate for gays, blacks, women, Muslims, Jews…anyone they can think of, when in all actuality they hate themselves the most and that is why they act out in bigotry and ignorance.  We are all people living together as one.  In the words of two of my greatest mentors, Robert Schultz and Bob Marley, “One love. One heart.”

We are of one and we need to rally as one.  We are not a world of socialists, whites, Americans, Asians, Christians, and Catholics we are a world of people, and if we put as much effort into understanding each other as we did hating each other we would learn to love the life we live and in turn live the life we love.

We, as a people, need to educate ourselves, and not in the traditional sense.  College is not a necessity anymore.  We live in an age where true wisdom comes from others.  We need to read, write, and converse.  We need to debate and draw.  We need to watch the world as it is, instead of trying to force it be something it can never become.

No matter what religion, race, or creed you belong to there is one certainty about life that we can all agree on: we have at least one shot, and we should make it count.  Leave a legacy of knowledge and love for your children, not one of hate and bigotry.

There is only one label: human.

One love—one heart.

Vader


Ever chase that rabbit down the hole?  I did once and I ended up in snow covered field holding wilted roses asking for a slut that couldn’t give a shit.  Who lusts for a half-way houser?  One who cracks a crooked smile like a vulture defining “muffin top” to an Oxford scholar.  I more respect for a fucking clergymen with paddle. You bet his robes glisten with that off white hue that Ozzies out, “molester!,” because how else could he trick himself into being religious?  Like a doppelganger named Alice looking through the glass just pondering, waiting to mug that one sap that grabs the pamphlet from that tie-wearin’, bicycle ridin’ conversion machine.  Grouped, only to be bussed in n’ out of the residential.  With a chip on their shoulder, and a mission from God they eat up the ignorance like it were salsa.  But, just like a rotten watermelon the salsa’s fake and chunky like the cheese all in a sad, subversive effort to warn the normals that there is something a foot.

Full circle, I wore that white rabbit’s foot like a talisman to ward off evil.  Only Bruce Cambell and Stephen King could write in that chainsaw wieldin’ bastard and make it reach the pop culture warehouse.  Brian better be scribin’ because Peter’s escaped his Warehouse and needs his partner in crime.  Only the Greeks would beat that Griffin till he bleeds.  Fucked and drunk they fondle themselves just reach the present with a legen-wait for it-dary status inscribed upon their medallions and our history books.  Barney would tighten his tie turn around slap the nearest conversion machine, sucker punch the purple creeper who calls himself a dinosaur, and ask Ted to just get married already because his story’s getting’ old…quick.  Bob Sagat better find his career because who’s going to remember a Fullhouse when all of the twin’s poker chips are wrapped up in diet pills and Coke?

Mario’s the only doctor I get my pills from and even his door slide, reads, “plumber.”  No wonder Princess Peach wears that chastity belt…what woman wouldn’t?  He’s a mustachioed plumber with a deep tie to the Catholic church and even his hands are covered in more blood than Bowser’s.  Deep soaked in crimson, he’s pierced the hide of the lizard named Luigi.  Only R.A. Salvatore could write that dragon tale and have it be forgotten in a catalogue of realms.  Once again I’ll strike back like the Empire, and say fuck the hardships, fuck the supposed truths, fuck their way of life.  I’ll fix the corruption, we’ll fix the corruption because I am damn tired of corporations and politicians getting’ their personal fix from my wallet.  They fuckin’ grab for my idea again I’ll let a miscellaneous three letter acronym and their committee sitttin’, foot tappin’ proverts have it like Vader’s wrath on Endor and a force choke to the throat of corruption.  It’s damn hard to spew hate when you can’t breath.