Iced Borscht

Sweet Frittering in an Offhand Way

Creatures of Malformed and Boorish Instincts

October 28, 2014 by MC | No Comments | Filed in Stuff

Via Kevin Slaughter’s Facebook page:

Take heed, social-justice aficionados and religious zealots (both):

I have noted that the simpletons who squeal over the obscenity of modern literature and the simpletons who rush to the book stores to buy only obscenity are of the same lodge. They are both people whose normal stupidity is shocked by any deviation from the platitude in which their souls are buried. They are both creatures of malformed and boorish instincts which they have sugar-coated with ideals peculiar to all stupid, cowardly and dishonest natures.

Ben Hecht, “Broken Necks,” 1926

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Here Comes Lucifer With His Canon Law

October 23, 2014 by MC | No Comments | Filed in Stuff

Easily one of my favorite songs from the past couple of years. Fuck, it’s good.

LYRICS:

Higgs Boson Blues, by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds

Flame trees line the streets
Can’t remember anything at all
But I’m driving my car down to Geneva
I been sitting in my basement patio
Aye it was hot up above
Girls walk past, the roses all in bloom
Have you ever heard about the Higgs Boson Blues?
I’m going down to Geneva, baby
Gonna teach it to you
Who cares? Who cares what the future brings?

Black road long and I drove and drove
And came upon a crossroad
The night was hot and black
I see Robert Johnson with a 10-dollar guitar
Strapped to his back looking for a tomb
Well here comes Lucifer with his canon law
And a hundred black babies running from his genocidal jaw
He got the real killer groove
Robert Johnson and the devil, man
Don’t know who is gonna rip off who
Driving my car, flame trees on fire
Sitting and singing the Higgs Boson Blues

I’m tired, I’m looking for a spot to drop
All the clocks have stopped
In Memphis now in the Lorraine Motel
It’s hot, it’s hot – that’s why they call it the Hot Spot
I’ll take a room with a view
Hear a man preaching in a language that’s completely new
Making the hot cocks in the flophouse bleed
While the cleaning ladies sob into their mops
And a bellhop hops and bops
A shot rings out to a spiritual groove
Everybody bleeding to that Higgs Boson Blues

If I die tonight, bury me
In my favorite yellow patent leather shoes
With a mummified cat and a cone-like hat
That the caliphate forced on the Jews
Can you feel my heartbeat?
Can you feel my heartbeat?

Hannah Montana does the African Savannah
As the simulated rainy season begins
She curses the queue at the zoo loos
And moves on to Amazonia
And cries with the dolphins
Mau Mau ate the pygmy
The pygmy ate the monkey
The monkey has a gift that he is sending back to you
Look here comes the missionary
With his smallpox and flu
He’s saving them, the savages
With the Higgs Boson Blues
I’m driving my car down to Geneva
I’m driving my car down to Geneva

Oh let the damn day break
The rainy days always make me sad
Miley Cyrus floats in a swimming pool in Toluca Lake
And you’re the best girl I’ve ever had
Can’t remember anything at all

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The New Cold War

October 15, 2014 by MC | No Comments | Filed in Stuff

In a fashion showdown, who wins — Rus Clothing or Moods of Norway?

Moods of Russia Moods of Norway

Moods of Norway h/t goes to Nick Gillespie

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