So pure; so cold

Take me. Can't you feel the call?

And the mountains are forever cold.

They have a saying: Labor is a song of Joy and Happiness! (Everyday is Labor Day)

In the capitalist economy there are hundreds of billions of unemployed beggars living in squalor and slavery for the corporate capitalist profit of the Bush clique who steal pennies from poor ethnic minority black negro african children in a bid to make "Israel" richer with greed, thus creating a situation bordering on the brink which the imperialist always push. This is seen by the WHOLE WORLD as the criminal hell produced by capitalist hegemony.

But in the DPRK under the wise leadership of Dear Leader Comrade Generalissimo Kim Jong Il the peerlessly great brilliant commander of Songun, the Juche socialist revolution has made the socialist Motherland into the country where every comrade has a job, thus living the happy life of a song and joy of contributing to the building of the great socialist prosperous powerfull independant country into the Korean style.

Blessed are the people to live under the wise guidance of Comrade Kim Jong Il. MANSE!!!

Sometimes you just gotta get away

I hear the South East Asian slums are lovely this time of year. They've just got so much soul.

Can't stop the train; it must roll

It shall roll to find someone to take away these blues:


All the way 'till the new Armageddon. All in the Name of Tragedy:


All the while--playing for the high one, dicing with the devil.
Going with the flow, it's all a game to me:


For I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand
For my image is of agony, my servants rape the land
Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain
Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name

I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave
Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown
For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down.

There's no reason. I did it because it fun.

And now for a word on pranks, trolls, and social deviancy from the Black Pimp himself.



There are some things, however, that just cannot be done.


Moreover, it is important to never be rude or disrespectful. People really ought to keep this in their collective heads at all time.

Happy (inter)national Day of Slayer

How to participate is posited succinctly at The National Day of Slayer HQ:

Slayer is a band from California. Their music has come to epitomize Satanic speed metal music in the latter half of the 20th century. Their 1986 album, "Reign in Blood" is one of the single most influential metal albums of all time, typified by the modern classic "Angel of Death".

Official Statement on Participation

Listen to Slayer at full blast in your car.
Listen to Slayer at full blast in your home.
Listen to Slayer at full blast at your place of employment.
Listen to Slayer at full blast in any public place you prefer.
DO NOT use headphones! The objective of this day is for everyone within earshot to understand that it is the National Day of Slayer. National holidays in America aren't just about celebrating; they're about forcing it upon non-participants.

Taking that participation to a problematic level

Stage a "Slay-out." Don't go to work. Listen to Slayer.
Have a huge block party that clogs up a street in your neighborhood. Blast Slayer albums all evening. Get police cruisers and helicopters on the scene. Finish with a full-scale riot.
Spray paint Slayer logos on churches, synagogues, or cemeteries.
Play Slayer covers with your own band (since 99% of your riffs are stolen from Slayer anyway).
Kill the neighbor's dog and blame it on Slayer.

MALLEUS MALEFICARUM, Maleficas, & earum hæresim, ut phramea potentissima conterens.

This is just awesome. The progressive element of the lead guitar paired with an old-school thrasher aesthetic results in a captivating sound that instills within me an undeniable sense of heroism in spite of modern life's futility.

"LOL."

Either way, Pestilence's "Consuming Impulse" is one of those albums I picked up in high school but haven't really started to appreciate until fairly recently. Forget about less-capable "Progressive" Death Metal stalwarts like Death (and here I would welcome your cheeky comments about the coincidental nomenclatures of the aforementioned band AND their respective genre of music), because this is some truly inspired/innovative death metal.