Wednesday 14 September 2016

Music review: Witch’s Oath (EP) by Mindkult: A Lament to Socialist Ideology



Get EP here: https://mindkult.bandcamp.com/album/witchs-oath-3


Evil sells itself as collective strength over individual weakness, of belonging to something that is greater than little you and little me. It is a lie, and no, I am not talking religion here. I am talking its modern, western replacement. I am talking about liberal collectivism as sold to the masses by the political establishment that is the left. I am talking about politicians and I am talking about western civilisation in 2016. I am talking about the ideological consensus that permeates our media, academia and body politic. I am talking about the weakness of the left and how it is destroying everything that has been built up through centuries of struggle. I am talking about that box in the corner of my room that lies to me. I am talking about the people who appear on it. I am talking about the salesmen who still cling to the ideology of old as their entire building collapses around them.

I have always sensed a strong undercurrent of vulnerability and weakness in the salesman of the left. Today the desperation is plain for all to see, a pleading softness, prostrating itself for an ideologically cursed master of collective deception. The left is the establishment and the establishment is beginning to Brexit collapse.

In Witch’s Oath by Mindkult I hear the soft cult hive mind of the left. The seductive power is in the rhythmic guitar blasts of false hope, with quantitative easing falsity that promises rejuvenation, but sludges to a crawl as the decay of leftist reality and bread line communist queues kicks in. Death hangs in the air like an omnipresent cloud, taking the followers one by one, yet when they look to the sky of reality the QE guitar kicks in again and a false rush of adrenaline distraction compels their heads downwards, back to the sludge, cult of personality collectivism.

The unhappy lamenting despair pleading coming from the voice of the singer is uniquely defeated. He is socialist ideology, the sad-eyed, crazy weak and ultimately compromised Bernie Sanders, the self-defeating power hungry Jeremy Corbyn or one of the numerous EU leftist politicians calling for open border policies as Islamic massacres happen on their very doorsteps. Lyrically the voice calls for obedience to the ideological promises of old, yet the delivery is cut through with a melancholic and diseased slow paced, whispered sadness. There is an awful sense of defeat in the voice, a sense that the game is up, that nobody wants what he is selling. Life is coming to an end in a tired, sick, Hillary Clinton style collapse where the lies of the past build up into a tidal wave of karmic retribution that will destroy us all.

I hear the modern left in all four songs of beautiful collapse that are offered here. There is a melancholic beauty in seeing everything fall apart. You set up your deckchair amidst the ruins of western civilisation and sing a sad lament. You sing to the ideological purity of Karl Marx, pleading to his departed adherents to return to the fold where we are just another revolution away from creating the perfect socialist paradise. You sing in hope, but the sound turns into a mournful truth of resignation as you realise deep inside yourself that a socialist paradise can and never will exist and that you have been sold a lie from the very beginning.

Rating: 10/10 (Loud it up)









Friday 26 August 2016

Comic Book Review: Lake Of Fire #1- Cathars, Catholics, Crusaders & Creatures




Illustrated by: Matt Smith
Written, Coloured & Lettered by: Nathan Fairbairn
Publisher: Image
Release Date: 24th August 2016



I haven’t written a ‘proper’ comic book review for a very long time now, having being put off my sometimes hobby due to an avalanche of same old, same old PC programming coming from just about every bloody comic book that I read today.

After all, how many times can you moan about Cultural Marxism programming coming from painfully emasculated PC writers before all you are doing is repeating yourself?


In my experience, not long, and so I stopped doing the weekly reviews, returning only when I found something that was worth writing about because it offered something different, either good different or bad different, just different.

All I really want is different, but in the consensus liberal comic book world of today, different is very, very rare. If you like teen girl heroes with oddly masculine characteristics then you’ll love the state of the comic book industry today, but I’m a guy in his forties, so sorry, call me weird, call me misogynist, but I just can’t relate to teen girl protagonists and their ass kicking shenanigans.

Lake Of Fire #1 isn’t about a teenage girl kicking men in the face. It’s different and that is why I’m writing about it now. So, what is it about? Without spoiling it for you (and I suggest you buy a copy of the book immediately) it’s about a group of believable people dealing with an unbelievable situation. It’s set in the time of the crusades, when the Catholic Church was getting very worried about the Cathars, a group of pacifist Christians who were actually living their lives as good Christians and thus exposing the hypocrisy of the not so Christian Catholic Church. Set amidst the backdrop of that historically fascinating time the narrative follows a group of very believable characters with recognisable human motivations, flaws and personalities. When you read the characters you get the sense that you are reading about real people, not agenda driven wish fulfilment characters that you get in so many mainstream comic books today.

The comic book alchemy in Lake Of Fire #1 is really quite simple. Take two elements of realism (convincing human characters and historical accuracy) add the third element of sci-fi fantasy, mix together, and you have created the perfect comic book magic potion that will delight, enthral and entrance the readers.

The art, by Matt Smith, has a knowing, but not annoying knowing, sense of humour to it. It’s friendly, but not too friendly, there’s danger there, lurking, like a walk in the park, everything is soft and fluffy, but then it starts to rain, it’s getting dark and oh crap, can I hear something stalking me? Everything is very clear, easy to understand, there’s no smoke and mirror messing around with the panel layouts and the individual characters are distinct and easy to distinguish from each other. The artist understands his role in this undertaking, he understands that the writing is bloody good, and so he does all that he can to enhance the story without making it all about himself and distracting from it.

That’s all I’m going to say about the book. I don’t want to spoil any of it for new readers. Look at me, read my other reviews, look at my other reviews on YouTube and you’ll see that I’m a big old bearded complaining git who spends three quarters of his time slagging off comic books. Lake Of Fire #1 is not your average comic book. It’s bloody good, loads of fun, so get onto ebay, go to your comic book shop, do what you have to do. Get the book, read it, enjoy it and you can thank me later.


Rating: 10 /10 (In a different league to the vast majority of comic books on the market today)


Never heard of Cathars? 
Click here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catharism

Thursday 25 August 2016

Comic Book Review: Demonic #1- Conflicted Cop Drama #60,86,88,888,872,33



Writer: Christopher Sebela
Artist: Niko Walter
Publisher: Image
Release Date: 18th August 2016


I’m going to write a comic book. It’s going to be about a sexy demon girl telling a man to do bad things. What kind of man can I use for that purpose? He has to be a good man, a conflicted man, umm, how about a cop? Yeah, a homicide (that means murder) cop, and he can have a partner and they can banter like those television shows about cops, and the movies about cops and the books about cops, cops, cops, cops, cops, cops, cops everywhere, hunting serial killers and lone crazy nut people. Man, I love cops.

2nd panel featuring George Bush Jr and Condoleezza Rice 
Oh and if the lead cop is a white guy then I guess his partner will have to be black, and female, yeah, that’s progressive, that will do.

Okay then, so I have my cop character, I’ll make him look like Matt Damon and give him a tight T-shirt with biceps attached. Yeah he’s generic, 2-D paper-thin, but that doesn’t matter. I can flesh him out with a wife and young daughter, yeah, that will do.

Good guy, conflicted, and I don’t even have to do any research because, well, this guy, the conflicted cop guy with wife and young daughter is a big block of television cliché, done a million times to death already, which means that it works, so why do something new when something old always works so well?

Okay then, conflicted slab of generic with Morgan Freeman, female version partner, so far so blah. Umm, how is my sexy demon girl going to make captain cop generic do bad things? I know, make his daughter ill, that will do, daughters are always ill or kidnapped in television dramas, so I guess that we’ll start with ill, then throw in the kidnapping later.

The demon girl can get him to do bad stuff by promising to make his daughter not ill anymore and he can have the get out clause that he’s only doing it to bad people and it’s making his daughter not be all ill and stuff.

Crazy person cliche alert
Perfect, and throw in some serial killer axe murderer cult demonic clichés with a bucket of mangled body parts, guts and blood that you can only see in an ‘adult’ comic and we are off to the generic races of cliché demon, cop story irrelevance.

Err, what does this have to do with anything in the world today? Nothing, and to prove that I have nothing whatsoever to offer I’ll write the entire first issue with no mention of any modern technology.

That means no cell phones, no Internet, no Pokemon Go, nothing, just generic city murder stuff and bars where depressed men drink whiskey like a 70’s television cop show.

Man, I’m a genius. I love being a comic book writer in 2016, it’s the perfect place to hang out if you have absolutely nothing to say, and want to get paid in peanuts for the privilege of doing so.

I’m feeling really good about this one. I don’t want to jinx myself, but I see television deals in my very near future.

Ah, it’s good to be alive. I wonder what’s going on outside? Ah, who gives a crap, reality sucks anyway.

Rating: 1/10 (1 point for the cover)






Thursday 28 July 2016

Review: Macbeth- Globe Theatre London 27th July 2016- Trump, Heat and Helicopters



I used to write reviews, long, pompous, pointless reviews where I would complain about various books, comics, television shows and movies that weren’t half as good, original, revolutionary, interesting or intellectually stimulating as I wanted them to be.

The motivation behind my reviews was to call-out the blatant leftist cultural programming that dominates and blights mainstream entertainment products. It’s in just about everything now, all liberal, all progressive, all leftist all of the time, and if nobody else was going to say anything about it, then, well, I guess I’d have to do it myself.

So I started a blog, and began to write.

I told people that they were being duped, lied to, programmed, treated like fools, idiots, clowns, and that the establishment left was laughing at them. They didn’t want to hear it. The young, male, feminised, passive, non participatory observers of the world, indoctrinated into leftist faux-intellectualism, where ‘news’ comes from late-night comedy programmes on mainstream liberal tell lie vision, got defensive, angry, refused to investigate, and continued to subject themselves to the same programming as before.

After all, dissenters such as myself can be easily dismissed and labelled with one, if not all of the pejoratives (racist, homophobic, misogynist, Islamaphobe, right wing nationalist etc etc) that the left uses in order to disregard all arguments against their self congratulatory sense of ideological purity. It doesn’t really matter that I am none of those things, the words are meant to demonise opposing views, to end debate and create a safe space for the liberals (hello Twitter) where no ‘hateful’ reality shall ever have to intrude.

The name-calling is a suicide bomb to public debate. The establishment left knows it and uses it to shut down all heretics to their new religion of social justice lies. It’s particularly insidious as it’s targeted at the young who need social approval and group acceptance more than anything else as they grow their social circles, careers and lives. Accept the lies and you will be accepted into the collective, question any of them (gender pay gap anyone?) and you are out of the club.

It doesn’t work on me. I’m older, and I never really wanted to join anything or anybody anyway. I’d rather tell the truth than fit in, but it’s a lonely furrow going against the grain. I did the reviews, and then I stopped, but not because I gave up. There was no path, so I’m making my own, writing my own narrative fiction. That is what I do now. I create my own worlds, the worlds that I was not seeing in the nonsense that I was reading and reviewing. It might take a long time for me to get anyway, but I’ll get there, or die trying. So yeah, I still write, a lot, and I’ll continue to write, but as for reviews, why should I even bother?

The four three weird sisters.
I’ve already said everything that needs to be said, and repeating myself is not my idea of fun. I don’t get paid for this you know. The people who write and produce leftist drivel don’t listen, and the people who consume it are not going to have their ideological cores changed by reviews that are only going to end up pissing them off. Leftists are cult members, they are programmed, they have their ideological religious beliefs, and that’s what they are going to stick to, forever.

What ‘ideological religious beliefs’ am I referring to?

Ah, come off it, you have to know by now, surely?

Here’s a list of the religious tenants of leftist cultural texts. Please let me know if I have missed out a few, as I’m 100% sure that I have:

White men are bad.
We need less white men in positions of power.
Christians are bad.
Christians are dumb.
Richard Dawkins can prove that there is no God.
Atheists are smart.
Be a smart atheist.
All religions are pretty much the same.
Islam is a religion of peace.
Capitalism is evil and unfair.
Girls are the future.
Men are the past.
Feminism is about equal rights for women.
MGTOW is for basement dwelling losers.
Islamic women are not as oppressed as western women.
Mass immigration (to the west only) is a great idea.
Anarchy is violence.
Statism is normal.
Taxation is justified.
Firearms are for agents of the state only, not citizens.
Democracy means freedom.
Black people in western countries are victims of ‘institutional’ racism.
Cops kill black people because cops are racists.
You can only be a racist if you are white.
The KKK are still a big deal in 2016.
Islam is a religion of peace.
The west is evil.
Single mum's are great at bringing up children.
Children do not need a strong and stable father.
Abortion is not child murder.
There is a 'rape culture' in the west.
Women are paid less than men for the same work.
Pro choice is pro woman.
Pro life is anti woman.
Divorce should be as easy as possible.
History is an indictment of western civilisation as a whole.
The only ‘pride’ will be black or rainbow coloured, talking of which.
Homosexuals are brave.
Don’t you dare say a bloody word, bigot.
Multiculturalism works.
Old racists voted for UK Brexit.
UKIP are racist.
Nation states are the past.
We are all globalists now.
Welcome to the New World Order of tolerance, diversity, respect and weekly ISLAMIC terrorist atrocities.
Nationalism is the enemy.
Right wing people are evil.
Socialism will work, eventually.
Don’t mention socialist democide numbers.
You are not a ‘Home Grown Demagogue’ are you?

That last one is the latest piece of political rhetoric from drone bomber Obama. I give him credit for that one, and yes, I know he probably didn’t come up with it himself, just like he didn’t write his own book, but he said it, and it encapsulates everything about the new establishment liberal elite. That clever little phrase merges two images, the (home grown) terrorist, and the demonic, dangerous, deceptive, manipulative, lying hate speaker. It puts into your mind’s eye the image of a ranting, white, male, right-wing, dangerous, deceiving dictator, and who is this all aimed at?

Feeling guilty?
Yeah, it’s Donald Trump, the man who is a ‘racist’ because he wants to help America become just as successful as the multi-billion dollar companies that he’s founded throughout his ridiculous high-achieving life. Of course it’s Donald Trump who is the big threat in the world today, not all of the tolerant liberals who have created the screwed up tinder-box that it currently is, and that brings me to this ‘review’ of Macbeth in the Globe Theatre, London 27th July 2016.

In the first half of the play, during a light moment of audience interaction, Donald Trump is compared to Satan, and the audience love it, whooping their support like the good little mainstream (Goldman Sachs) liberals that they are.

In this age of liberal domination of the arts and culture industry, everybody who disagrees with the left is considered to be evil beyond belief.

CONFORM<Nazi Hitler KKK Trump Scum>CONFORM

If you do not agree with progressive ideological mainstream consensus you are evil, you are a racist, you are a danger to all of humanity and you must be ridiculed, isolated, mocked, scorned and (preferably) shut up and immediately arrested.

I did not like the new Ghost Busters movie.

THAT’S HATE SPEECH

Of course it is, because if you disagree with the liberal elite’s you are a hater, you are Trump, you are a Nazi, you are Hitler, always bloody Hitler, never Stalin or Mao, always bloody Hitler, because socialist dictator Hitler is far worse than socialist dictator Stalin. Bloody leftists, you are driving me nuts with your faux-intellectualism and government worship imbecility.

Oh duck it, the far-too-long perambulation to this 'review' is boring me now.

Let’s get this on, here we go:

During this day-time performance of Macbeth I was accompanied by two highly irritating guests, the first being a persistent helicopter that continued to fly noisily over the theatre and the second being an intense heat-wave that threatened to melt my body like a wax candle in a furnace.

Obey, don't be a bigot, don't give in to hate.
The staff of the Globe theatre gave out free paper hats that offered perfunctory protection from the fiery ball in the sky, but it really was brutally relentless, and distracted enormously throughout the entire length of the play. How can I concentrate when my entire body feels like it is being subjected to radioactive blasts of sun fire?

The Helicopter, repeatedly flying over the theatre, and drowning out large sections of vital dialogue, was a factor outside of the Globe Theatre’s control, well not unless one of the liberals ‘moderate rebel’ friends from Syria used an Obama supplied RPG on it, but that’s another rant for another time.

What they (the actors) could, and should have done, was to moderate their performance. It would have been easy. All they had to do was to wait for the helicopter to pass by, improvise, act, use facials, do what you have to do in order buy some time, and then deliver the lines when they could be easily heard by the audience.

The actors choose not to do this, and talked (even in the quiet bits) with the noisy helicopter buzzing over the theatre, thus completely obliterating every other word that was being said.

This was my first experience of Macbeth, but even though I hadn’t seen the play before I had studied it in preparation and understood the basics of the plot, the characters, themes, etc. It didn’t appear to be too complicated a story, so I was expecting it all to be a smooth ride, however, early on, with the twin annoyances of the heat and the helicopter, I was struggling to follow what was going on. At the time I assumed it to be the outside factors, but in hindsight this wasn’t just an issue with the heat and helicopter, there were other problems that were stopping me from becoming fully immersed in the play.

Why were there four witches/weird sisters? Wasn’t there supposed to be three?

Why was there a little boy on the stage? I didn’t read anything about the Macbeth’s having a son in the sparknotes synopsis. What’s going on? Why is he there?

It took me a while to work out who was playing the character of MacDuff. I knew he was important, but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out who was who. For a while I thought he was the female actress who was strangely and confusingly cast as a man. Do the characters in the play not see that this ‘man’ is a very obvious lady putting on an unconvincing ‘manly’ voice? Are they all idiots? What is going on? Is this a Shakespeare thing? It confused me. Why not just have men playing the roles of men and women in the roles of women? It would certainly make things easier to understand, wouldn’t it?

Thinking back to the play now, as I write this already far too long review, I feel a sense of bewilderment, of seeing if from the outside, as a play, of never getting lost in it because of the confused nature of it’s staging. Why did the director have to be so awkward and make it so difficult for the audience to get into that suspension of disbelief mindset that you get from all good theatre, heck, even a decent pro wrestling match? That can’t be a deliberate thing, can it?

Heatwave.
My mind, already scrambling for sanctuary from the heat, started to go into complete meltdown as the play unfolded. I feel myself going back to the experience now, there I am sitting, why did I wear trousers? It’s too hot for trousers, and now I’m standing, in the yard, and I’m peering around heads, looking at the stage, and the confused disconnection within my head is just growing and growing. I want to dive in, to experience it as real, to lose myself, but it’s not possible, it’s not possible:

Why are the witches singing their prophecies to Macbeth rather than speaking clearly to him?  I can’t understand what they are saying. Was that something about his death? Dunno. I can’t quite make it out. Such a nice voice, but the words are being lost here.

Oh, here comes the helicopter again.

BUUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.

What was that? Was it something about a forest? I think, err, you what? Oh, okay, next bit now.

Oh, here comes Macbeth again, and he’s spitting phlegm all over the people standing at the front of the stalls, and he has blood all over his hands because he’s murdered the king, and he’s moaning to his wife because he feels bad about it.

Macbeth, you are a twat, please wash your hands, stop spitting and shouting, and go away.

Oh, and Lady Macbeth, she’s supposed to be a big deal, right? So why is she so blah, a stay at home/bored wife who keeps grabbing a less than aroused Macbeth as he moans and complains about his workday/career problems like a stressed out call centre manager. Nah, I’m not getting much interest out of her, or him, or their relationship. I neither like nor care about either of them. Oh, there’s the boy on stage again. Does she know him? Why is she ignoring him and why is the kid never mentioned in any of her dialogue?

I’m really confused now.

Awesome venue
Weak man, crappy nag of a rich housewife, a random boy who is never referenced in anything that either of the boring couple says, sod em both. Oh, is the boy supposed to be a ghost? I guess not, the boy is seen by all, they actually sit and play with him occasionally, it’s just not referred to. It’s a thing, but not a thing. This is jolting. It doesn’t work. It’s massively distracting and confusing. I’m detecting an unwise director’s meddling here.

Who are the heroes in the play? Oh, a wet guy and a sombre faced bloke who deserts his wife and kids, then goes overly melodramatic on hearing about their inevitable murder. So, a couple of weak, wet twats are the heroes, and we are supposed to care as they battle for power against evil/weak Macbeth and his nagging, comedy sleep walking bored rich housewife?

That can’t be right, can it?

Sucks.

Oh man, here comes the helicopter again.

BUUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

HEAT HEAT HEAT

Goddamn it. I need shade, badly. Hang on, something about this all meaning nothing, that was a good line. Macbeth just shouted again and spat it out there, so all of this signifies nothing, means nothing, just noise and people clowning around playing roles, then?

I agree with that, especially in this context, nice one William.

Man, it’s hot, even in the shade, and I still can’t work out what that cute little kid is doing on stage. Do his parents know he’s up there? He doesn’t appear to have anything to do with the play. Perhaps one of the actors couldn’t get a babysitter for the afternoon?

BUUUUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Let's dance???
Sword fight prance, pretend stab, no realism here, be safe, health and safety mate, death off stage (boring) new wet king, err…..

Is that it?

Nope, the little boy has nicked the crown and now he’s sitting on the throne, and the audience is going ‘Ahhhh’ like it’s all very nice and cute. Oh, the wet bloke has noticed that there’s a little kid taking his place on the throne. He’s going to be angry and passionate for the first time in the play, oh, nope. He shrugs in indifference and doesn’t appear to care. Who is that boy again? Oh yeah, it was never explained, he’s just there, and now it looks like this is the end. Oh, umm, thanks for that new addition then.

Oh, this is odd. They are having a bit of a happy dance now, and all of the deceased characters are back, including the crappy Macbeth couple. Dance, dance, dance, yay, the crowd’s clapping like puppets on a string of Goldman Sachs’ sponsored liberal conformity, and all of this was meaningless.

Thank you for coming. Happy clappy, happy clappy, happy clappy, big smiles, and bow:

HUGE APPLAUSE FROM THE CROWD

And that was Macbeth on a very hot day in 2016, with a helicopter and lost child walking about on stage.

You’ll be pleased to read that my review is finally coming to it’s tragic, though certainly not mourned, end. It took up far too much of my time, and yours, so If you read it all the way to the end, first off, sorry, and secondly, as a final reward, a point will now be made. My review made a big old song and dance about not a lot, and it wasn’t really a review, but to the point, and it does have one, that should be very clear:

Please be kind, be nice, applaud and give me a three star rating for this review. I know it wasn’t very good, but I tried really, really hard. Okay, yes, I know that it really was very bad, and I’m being 100% honest with you now friend, buddy, old mate of mine. Yes, yes, yes, my review kind of sucks major elephant balls, but please, remember, I tried really, really hard, so please be nice. Look deeply into all of these words, there’s lots of them after all, and please see something that is not there. It could be there, if you want it to be. Take a hint, a reference, something, anything you like. It’s all yours now, just do the work yourself, take the formless jumbled up mass of letter, word, sentence, paragraph, whole, and bequeath upon me some faint praise for the sweaty sunburnt efforts of a man who used to, but no longer wastes his time writing long, pompous, pointless reviews.

Life

Reviews

Macbeth 27th July 2016

“Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”




Thursday 14 April 2016

Comic review: Think Tank #1- Government is young, sexy and cool (Err, hang on, are you sure about that?)




STORY BY: Matt Hawkins
ART BY: Rahsan Ekedal
PUBLISHER: Top Cow Productions
RELEASED: 6th April 2016



Okay Matt, here we go again. So, what is this one about?

It’s about super cool, sexy, young, quipping government employees designing weapons to be used in foreign policy murder campaigns for the banks and corporations that run the US government.

But how will the painfully progressive Top Cow guys and girls write a comic book about government agents and not mention that the people being murdered are their favourite tolerate friends, the Muslims?

Remember that you are not allowed to have Muslim terrorists as the villains in a progressive comic book. That’s a no-no. In the regressive progressive comic book world of empowered high kicking females and cuckold men, Islam is a religion of peace, and all of the wrongs of the world are caused by evil, right-wing (meaning Christian) white men. That’s the blind as a bat truth, as told in comic books, and if you disagree, then you are obviously a racist, sexist, homophobic, Islamaphobic, Trump supporting bigot.

Compromised hoodie. Slack Wives Matter?
You are not a racist, are you?

Sorry, but that’s how it works, that’s the indoctrination you get from your comic books. Sorry kids, but it’s true.

Don’t worry progressives, you can read this comic book and still feel good about yourself, as the tricky real world reality of global Islamic terrorism is not mentioned in this comic book. Top Cow gets around the problem by featuring some African terrorists that most people have never heard of, and by only referring to them by the name of their gang, and not by the name that really identifies them, that being: ISLAMIC TERRORISTS.

Of course the terrorists are Islamists, they always are, but that’s not mentioned here, so don’t worry your sweet progressive heads about it. Plus, all of the main characters are ‘diverse,’ and the hero has a black girlfriend, so you can be sure that he’s a good guy, or is he? He is a white male after all. Yes, you can read this comic book and feel progressively good about yourself, so don’t worry. Reality step aside, here comes the comic book choo choo train of politically correct unreality, driven by your friendly liberals at Top Cow Productions.

The book isn’t going to stress you with boring ‘politics’ talk. It’s more concerned with a cool guy with great hair, and an empowered young female working (as leader, obviously) in super- sexy government funded astrophysics swimming pool related research. The plot is paranoia central, with an idea coming from a book about the power grid going down. Err, hasn’t that been done before, like, a lot? Yeah, yeah, yeah, but you didn’t expect originality here, did you? Is it going to have desperate humans acting like zombies? Is it going to feature super-smart commentary on capitalism/shopping being bad, or something? Probably, we all like zombies, communism and old metaphors, right?

Hey Matt, writers write what they know, don’t they? I write. I write what I know. I don’t write about CIA agents because I don’t know a thing about CIA agents, mainly because I am not a CIA agent, and I don’t know any CIA agents either. (Insert passive-aggressive smarmy quip about ‘research’ here)

So, as a guy who obviously doesn’t do any research at all, what do I write about? I write about solitary blokes looking at the world from the outside. I write about anarchists, people outside, happily outside, and not looking to get corrupted by the beast of government, and then I read a comic book like ‘Think Tank #1’ and it’s all about government insiders.

US comic book industry, why do you keep on biting me on the butt? Why do you continue to ignore reality, and continue to suck? Why do I keep on giving you chance after chance after chance? I must be suffering from some kind of expensively made-up psychological disorder. Why do I keep on going back to my perpetual abuser? Somebody call me a lawyer, I can make some money out of this, can’t I?

President Matt is either already an insider, or he wants to be one. Wish fulfilment or writing your life? I don’t think that he’s cashing a cheque from the CIA, I really don’t. His persistent virtue signalling tells me that he’s just another modern US progressive, he writes what he believes in, that’s all. I don’t hate the guy. Either way, Matt is a statist kind of guy who thinks that state order followers are young, sexy and cool, so I can see why he has found his place in US comic books.

The US comic book industry is drowning in cultural Marxism, progressive politics and statism, so I shouldn’t act all surprised about this book.

He's cool, he's sexy, he's making guns for government.
It’s an advert, for the state: Join the cult of government. See the world. Shoot somebody in the head (from a safe distance, and with night-vision goggles) it will be a lot of fun.

And for those saying, ‘But there’s a twist, the protagonist is actually fighting against the corrupt elites, blah, blah blah,’ that’s not really the point I’m making here. Of course there’s a twist, that’s how it always works in comic books, but I’m not going to be hanging around with the super cool sexy government employees whilst waiting for it. That costs me time, and money, and I’m not wasting it on a book like this.

I guess what really bugs me about ‘Think Tank #1’ is that the government characters are portrayed as wacky, interesting, sexy, cool individuals that you really would want to be friends with. Yuck. It would be like doing a book about Hell-hole Communist Russia with Stalin and all of his chums having wacky, super progressive and self-aware conversations, whilst our hero sexy guy is doing the twisty turny thing. Sod that. I’m not reading an entire arc full of smiling nut-job government twats in sexy land. Sod the mentalness of it, if that’s even a bloody word, and it should be. Sod it, sod this comic, and sod the progressively insane government-worshipping world of cloud cuckoo land leftism.

Humanity continues to suffer from the authority worshipping disease called statism, and ‘Think Tank #1’ portrays that brain-rotting disease to an absolute tee. The protagonist could end up being my kind of anarchist, turning against his programming in order to promote a new world of volunteerism and self determination away from the centralised tyranny of the state, but do I trust Matt Hawkins to write that? In short, no, I don’t. What I do expect is more of the same government worship that I have read in his other books. I expect calls for better pigs in the system (Ref: Animal farm), rather than real solutions to the problems caused by large socialist governments. I’m not reading that. I’m not subjecting myself to more of that, whilst hoping for an anarchist twist at the end of the book. Everything that I’ve read in issue #1 tells me that the writer thinks that government is cool.

I disagree.

Government is not young, sexy or cool. Government is a gun to your head, pay us our tribute, or you are dead. Government is a gangster, a thug coward who wants you to worship him like a God. Sod off government. You are not God. I will not worship you. I will not join your cult.

Time’s up Top Cow, last chance gone. I’ll look elsewhere for some sanity in this dark world, because I’m certainly not going to find it in anything that you are pumping out. I wish you the best, but I can’t get to where I want to go on your progressive ride to nowhere.



Rating: N/A (An anarchist rating a progressive statist’s love letter to government wouldn’t be fair, would it? It would be like an atheist reviewing the Bible. Err hang on, didn’t that Dawkins bloke make a career out of that? Oh well, low hanging fruits. I’ll choose to pass.)

Monday 11 April 2016

REVIEW: Pro Wrestling Chaos ‘Heir 2 The Throne’ Active Sports Centre Bristol UK 9th April 2016



Pro Wrestling Chaos on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ProWrestlingChaos/

On Twitter: https://twitter.com/chaos_wrestling


I decided to go to the wrestling, for the first time in a long time. Has it been over a decade since my last live event? Let me think. No, I went to that one in Swindon a couple of years ago. It was okay. Some of the wrestlers go to the same gym that I go to. They wear headphones and ignore everybody. Another story, not that there is a story there, as when headphones go on, people go away, the end. Anyway, this wrestling event, the one in Bristol, it was bigger, and better than the Swindon one. I’ll say a few words about it:

It started at 7pm. I got there at 6:30pm. Most people were already seated, but I had a good walk around before it all kicked off. The Action Indoor Sports Centre is a nice big building, dark, and it has some atmosphere to it, feels underground, dare I say it? Cool, like a 90’s movie, a cool movie, about cool people, doing cool things, underground. I don’t like movie cool, but I did like the building, contradictory contrarian that I am, oh well.

The audience: Families, drunk blokes, bearded guys in Bullet club T-shirts. Lots of beards, it’s the trend now, makes me want to shave, but I can’t be bothered. I'll wait. Trends pass. There were lots of girls at the event. More girls than I thought there would be. I didn’t realise that girls were into pro wrestling, and what’s up with trying to look like Harley Quinn? She’s a psychotic loser, not a role model. Is it cool to be a nut-job now? I notice these things. I don’t get out much.

In the building, I sat alone, with a bottle of water for a substitute friend, and the event began. Oh, Pro Wrestling Chaos have a great ring announcer. Loud, enthusiastic, clear voice. Top job mate. To the matches: (and thanks to Tom Smith (@Tommy_Roxx) for the results from the show).


Match One:  

Heir To The Throne Ladder Match – Winner Earns A Championship Match At Time Of Their Choosing – Flash Morgan Webster defeated ‘Evil’ Ian Williams, Gideon, KillBane, ‘Mr Massive’ Chuck Cyrus, Panda Cub, Eddie Ryan & Alex Steele to win the Heir To The Throne Ladder match although he was not an official competitor in the contest.

The ring-ropes were far too loose. The wrestlers had to be really careful with some of their spots. They need to sort that out. The match featured a scrawny heel, a bloke who looked like Edge and the kids at the back loved a solid worker muscle guy called ‘Mr Massive.’ The scrawny heel ‘Ian Williams’ was great. Heels should be weak, cowardly and they should cheat. Williams had good facials, and you just knew that everybody could beat him up. He was the Joker as the Joker should be, not tough, not cool, just scrawny, mouthy and eminently punchable. He was the guy you don’t want to win, mainly because you know that he massively sucks, and he reminds you of that bloke you know in the real world who also massively sucks, yet manipulates and squirms to get one over on you. The end of the match was confusing as a bloke from the back came in and grabbed the briefcase. He won the match, even though he wasn’t in the match, and as most of the fans didn’t know who the bloke was, it fell a bit flat. It was a decent match though, even with the loose ropes and flat finish.

Rating: 6/10 (No star ratings. I never like the Meltzer star thing. It’s wrestling, entertainment, it should be rated out of 10, like a movie)


Match Two:

Knights Of Chaos Tag Team Championship Tournament – The SX Express (Scotty Essex & Paul Robinson) defeated DND (Danny Duggan & Cieran Donnelly) by Pinfall to advance in the Knights Of Chaos Tag Team Championship tournament.

A match that the kids and Internet fans all loved, with annoying cheating heels and naughty (kids love naughty) babyfaces who spat and did top flippy moves. A great tag-team match, lots of fun. Thumbs up, and a reminder to me that tag-team wrestling live, done well, with strong heels and charismatic athletic faces is a lot of fun.

Rating: 8/10


Match Three:

Mountevans Rules – Jack Gallagher defeated Johnny Kidd by 2 Falls to 1.

You could call this the ‘Keep Traditional UK Wrestling Alive’ match. I don’t have any problem with that. I wouldn’t want an entire night of it, but then again I wouldn’t want an entire night of Young Bucks spot-fests either. I enjoyed this match. Slow it down, tell a story, can he get out of that hold? Good stuff, with a cagey veteran and super fit youngster. Enjoyable change of pace, and the crowd was far more receptive to it than you might think.

Rating: 7/10


Match Four:

Falls Count Anywhere – ‘The Mexican Sensation’ El Ligero defeated ‘Ginger Jesus’ Mike Bird by Pinfall.

This one was the ‘Brawl through the crowd’ match. It’s place on the card, just after the slow World of Sports match, was perfect. Calm the crowd down, then hit them with the craziness, ups and downs, just like a rollercoaster, that’s how you book wrestling shows, so it was great match placement here from the bookers. I got myself a t-shirt during this match (I picked the Wild Boar shirt, best design by far) mainly because the wrestlers were brawling far away from my seat, and I couldn’t see them. This was a problem, and the crowd died a bit until the high-spot flip (done right next to my seat) and the end sequence in the ring. That’s the problem with these matches. You take the match around the crowd and most people haven’t got a clue what is going on, so the collective crowd heat dies. They picked it up in the ring by the end though, getting the crowd back with high-spots, false-finishes and brutality. Ginger Jesus was a good hateful villain, and Ligero was a super over, in fantastic shape agile hero. Good match, hard working guys, dealing again with the loose ropes, and portraying brutality, safely.

Rating: 7.5/10


Match Five: 

ROH World Heavyweight Championship – Jay Lethal defeated ‘White Lightning’ Mark Andrews by Pinfall to retain the ROH World Heavyweight Championship.

After the break came the stars. Lethal is doing the old school superstar, best wrestler in the world Ric Flair (NWA) gimmick, and doing a great job at it, mainly because he is actually bloody good, and very believable as the best wrestler in the world. Super confident, arrogant, but not a heel. I like the gimmick, and I was massively impressed with Lethal. The mannerisms, the athleticism, the way he moves in the ring, the cool moves that he snaps into to pop the crowd, it’s all done with a deliberate, and effortless competence that tells you he is the boss, he is ‘The Man’ and you are lucky to be in his presence for the evening. This was a star performance from Jay Lethal. Witnessing him live, seeing his poise and composure, the effortless way he pulled the fans into the story of his match, was pure wrestling Nirvana. After the match was over (he won with his awesome Lethal Injection finisher) he grabbed the house mic, put over his opponent, and left as he arrived, as a star.

Rating: 9/10 (Match of the night)


Match Six:

TNA World Heavyweight Championship – ‘The Chosen One’ Drew Galloway defeated ‘The Pride Of Wales’ Eddie Dennis by Pinfall to retain the TNA World Heavyweight Championship.

TNA Champion Drew Galloway couldn’t quite match Jay Lethal and Mark Andrews, but he gave it a good shot, heeling all over the crowd, busting his butt to get the local guy over, and leaving as a face. Drew is a huge guy, in great shape, and very athletic, but his opponent wasn’t in his kind of elite shape, and struggled to keep up. It was an okay match, Drew worked hard, but in comparison to the Lethal/Andrews masterclass, it was a noticeable slower, clumsier, shakier, inferior match, mainly because Dennis wasn’t quite as polished as Andrews, so this is no knock on Galloway. It was an okay match, and Galloway did all that he could to make Dennis look great, but did I ever believe that the local lad was great? No, I don’t think so. Eddie Dennis has the size, but he has quite a way to go yet. He’s not in elite shape, and he doesn’t have the intangibles to get himself over in one of the big three US companies, not yet anyway. He has the body frame though, and he’s a young guy, so give him a few years, and who knows? If I see him on the television/Internet one day then I’ll be bloody happy, because that means that he will have worked really, really hard, and any success that he gets will be hard won, and well deserved.

Rating: 5/10 


(Last match): Main Event

King Of Chaos Championship – Tables Match – Wild Boar defeated Jackal (w/ Pariah Khan) to retain the King Of Chaos Championship.

Having the local guys on last, as the main event, after the international stars have already done their stuff, was either very brave, or very foolish. How many people would leave? It was getting late (past 10pm) and the kids were getting tired and the drunks were getting sleepy. A few left, but three quarters of the crowd stayed, and I stayed as well. I purchased a ‘Wild Boar’ T-shirt earlier in the evening, so I had to hang around and see if the man himself was any good, didn’t I?  I stood up for this match, taking it all in at the back of the arena, getting a perfect view of the entire crowd, their reactions, and the match itself. I enjoyed myself. I’m glad that I stayed. The crowd was into it, and my new T-shirt icon was great. They had a false finish that nobody cared about, but apart from that it was cool. The Wild Boar won, a table got crunched, and it was a perfectly decent match.

Rating: 7/10



Overall, conclusions, comments, thoughts, randomness:


Pro Wrestling Chaos ‘Heir 2 The Throne’ was a good night of pro wrestling.

Stand-out moment was a flip from El Ligero, mainly because it happened right next to me.

Best match was Lethal/Andrews.

Best wrestler was Jay Lethal. He had the poise, competence, and aura of an old school NWA champion.

Best local guy was Paul Andrews. A little, gobby, funny, naughty, super athletic bloke who looked like he was having a lot of fun, and got everybody into his match.

Mark Andrews gets a lot of bookings in the states because he’s bloody good, and he deserves to get a lot of bookings.

Action Indoor Sports Arena is a great venue to watch live wrestling.

A night out at the wrestling is a lot of fun. I need to get out a little bit more.

Tag team wrestling with athletic faces and cheating heels is lots of fun.

Old school (World of Sport) UK wrestling is not dead.

Wrestling crowds in 2016 are made up of hipsters, Internet geeks, drunks, families, kids and girls. I expected the hipsters, geeks, beards, kids and drunks, but not the girls.

Thanks @chaos_wrestling I had a great night out. I had a lot of fun, and yes, I will be back.















Wednesday 3 February 2016

Comic Review: Will Eisner's The Spirit #7- Butter your crumpets & put your feet up




Writer: Matt Wagner
Art: Dan Schkade
Colours: Brennan Wagner
Publisher: Dynamite Comics
Released: 20th January 2016


The Spirit #7 is very silly, and it’s not saying anything, or even trying to.

The Spirit himself is a daft, square jawed bloke in blue. He works for the ‘authorities,’ so it reinforces the idea that state authority is legitimate.

In other words, here’s another comic book character that anarchists will detest.

It’s set in a besuited gangster time with men wearing fedoras and where ‘criminal’ things are going on down the docks.

Matt Wagner won’t have done anything research for this one, as there’s nothing in here that would need any researching.

The fun to be had is with the silliness, and the art and the odd line of dialogue, or look from a character, that makes you smile.

It’s a child’s cartoon, and the art confirms that. It’s big, bright and colourful, and I enjoyed it.

The book offers readers a break from reality, in a land of silliness and cosy nostalgia for 1940’s noir Americana.

The Spirit #7 is as sharp as a butter knife. Read it with some toast, and a cup of coffee. Smile, enjoy, and then get back to reality.


Rating: 7/10 (Do you need a five-minute break from reality? Put your feet up, butter your crumpets and let the Spirit ease your troubled, exhausted, anxious, overburdened mind)


Monday 1 February 2016

Yes Instead of What?




By: Rorshach 1004
Date: 1st February 2016


Whenever I want to feel down, I can go down town, to the site of nothingness, literally nothing I can walk, and watch, and buy a coffee from a Polish girl. I think she was Polish, but she could have been Ukrainian, or anywhere in the EU really.

She said milk. I thought she said mirror. The bloke next to me translated, thanks for that mate. He’s used to it. I’m not. I couldn’t understand a word of what she said, and so I said ‘yes,’ instead of ‘what?’

Why bother to communicate when ‘yes’ will suffice?

Yes, I’ll have the milk.

Yes, I ordered the toastie.

Yes, I’ll pay my bill, my taxes, and my funereal rites.

But no, I will not wait in purgatory.

The big no, reserved for the self, the others always hearing yes, the no a surprise, keep it to yourself.

This blog is purgatory you know. Like town, it’s there, but what does it offer?

I have stayed away, and I feel good about that.

Return to nothingness is always painful.

A review of the latest 2000AD- Hero Pat Mills shouts, readers complain about ‘conspiracy’ stories their minds directly controlled by central government thought control Inc. 

The enslaved hate it when you talk about their chains. You will not go there. The man with a whip says it’s untrue, therefore it must be untrue. I have no chains. Why look for myself? I have far better things to do with my time.

Like?

Old Man Wolverine #1- Nothing to say, not going to try. Time travel genre, to change things before they get worse, revenge for future insults. Fantasy cult of personality, avoids the urgency of now.

Play here children. The house is on fire, but isn’t it so deliciously warm?

Why bother to play?

Childhood is over.

Endless rut of my own routine/perception wants me to stay, but I break away.

In purgatory’s circle you hear nothing, cept the sound of your own voice bouncing off the boomerang walls.

I used to live here, and stare at those walls.

Now I visit, and see where the dust grows.

Down town in the library, closed terminals, there’s a metaphor there.

Now nearer back home, the crumbling old Link Centre with new entrance system. Interior the same, access now modernised. Another metaphor? Something about modern change being on the surface level only? I suspect, actually, I know.

And I sit here complaining to purgatory thin Australian walls.

Hit this, back in my face, dull-hurts.

A joke played upon myself, for want of something to do.

It's okay.

Time slips away.

But I see the exit.

Oh look, a post in purgatory.

A stain on the wall.

Scratch and sniff?

I turn.

Leave.

Yes or What?

Ascending.





Wednesday 6 January 2016

(Video) 2000AD Does 9/11 Truth

50-Word (Comic) review: 2000AD-PROG 1962: (911 Truth in 2000AD)



Writers and artists: (Click link:)
http://www.comicbookresources.com/comic-previews/2000-ad-1962-2000ad-2016
Publisher: Rebellion
Release Date: 6th January 2016


2000AD returns from its Christmas break with a roar of righteous rebellion. ABC Warriors is about 9/11 truth and the lies of the neoliberal mainstream media/political establishment. Strontium Dog is about transhumanism, selective breeding and God-like elite world controllers, and ‘The Order’ looks awesome, and is awesome. Welcome back 2000AD.

Rating: 9/10


9/11 Truth in 2000AD? Yes, it's there in the story 'ABC Warriors//Return to Ro-Busters,' by Pat Mills. Are the questions that are not allowed to be asked finally seeing the light of day? I hope so. Nice one Mr.Mills.