The Wicked of Oz

(Translated by Oz Haver, err ME, from the original.)

10. Usted vigorosamente NIEGA la existencia de MILES de Dioses afirmados por otras religiones, per se siente ofendido cuando alguien niega la existencia del suyo.

9. Se siente insultado y deshumanizado cuando científicos dicen que los seres humanos evolucionamos de otras formas de vida, pero no tiene ningún problema con la teoría bíblica de que fuimos creados del suelo.

8. Se mofa de los politeístas, pero no tiene ningún problema creer en la SantísimaTrinidad.

7. Se le pone la cara roja de furia cuando escucha de las atrocidades atribuidas a Alá, pero ni se inmuta cuando escucha de como Dios/Yaweh asesinó a todos los bebés egipcios en Éxodo ni cuando ordenó el asesinato de grupos étnicos en Joshua, incluyendo mujeres, niños ¡y hasta los árboles!

6. Se ríe de las creencias Hindúes que deifican a los humanos, de los Dioses Griegos que se acostaban con mujeres– pero no tiene problema alguno creer que el Espíritu Santo preñó a María, que luego parió un hombre-dios a quien mataron, volvió a la vida y luego ascendió físicamente al cielo.

5. Está dispuesto a dedicar toda su vida a buscar lagunas en la edad establecida científicamente del planeta Tierra (unos cuantos billones), pero no ve nada malo en creer las fechas escritas de la edad de Bronce por unos cuantos hombres tribales sentados en sus tiendas de campaña adivinando que la Tierra era simplemente unas cuantas generaciones de vieja…

4. Cree que la población entera del planeta, con la excepción de los que comparten sus creencias, excluyendo claro– a todos los de las sectas rivales – van a pasar la Eternidad en un Infierno de Sufrimiento. Y aún así considera su religión la más “tolerante” y “amorosa”.

3. Mientras que la ciencia moderna, la historia, la geología, biología y física han fallado en convencerle de su veracidad– un idiota revolcándose en el piso y hablando en “lenguas” es la evidencia suficiente que usted necesita para “comprobar” la Cristianidad.

2. Usted define un 0.01% como una “alta tasa de éxito” en cuestión a las oraciones contestadas. Usted considera esta cifra como evidencia de que orar funciona. A la vez, piensa que el restante 99.99% de fallo fue simplemente la voluntad de Dios.

1. En realidad usted sabe muchísimo menos sobre la Biblia, la Cristianidad y la Historia de la Iglesia que la mayoría de los ateos y agnósticos– pero aún así se enorgullece en llamarse Cristiano.


Original English Version:

Top Ten Signs You're a Fundamentalist Christian

10. You vigorously deny the existence of thousands of gods claimed by other religions, but feel outraged when someone denies the existence of yours.

9. You feel insulted and "dehumanized" when scientists say that people evolved from other life forms, but you have no problem with the Biblical claim that we were created from dirt.

8. You laugh at polytheists, but you have no problem believing in a Triune God.

7. Your face turns purple when you hear of the "atrocities" attributed to Allah, but you don't even flinch when hearing about how God/Jehovah slaughtered all the babies of Egypt in "Exodus" and ordered the elimination of entire ethnic groups in "Joshua" including women, children, and trees!

6. You laugh at Hindu beliefs that deify humans, and Greek claims about gods sleeping with women, but you have no problem believing that the Holy Spirit impregnated Mary, who then gave birth to a man-god who got killed, came back to life and then ascended into the sky.

5. You are willing to spend your life looking for little loopholes in the scientifically established age of Earth (few billion years), but you find nothing wrong with believing dates recorded by Bronze Age tribesmen sitting in their tents and guessing that Earth is a few generations old.

4. You believe that the entire population of this planet with the exception of those who share your beliefs -- though excluding those in all rival sects - will spend Eternity in an infinite Hell of Suffering. And yet consider your religion the most "tolerant" and "loving."


3. While modern science, history, geology, biology, and physics have failed to convince you otherwise, some idiot rolling around on the floor speaking in "tongues" may be all the evidence you need to "prove" Christianity.

2. You define 0.01% as a "high success rate" when it comes to answered prayers. You consider that to be evidence that prayer works. And you think that the remaining 99.99% FAILURE was simply the will of God.

1. You actually know a lot less than many atheists and agnostics do about the Bible, Christianity, and church history - but still call yourself a Christian.

I’m usually more poetic than this, and my main impulse is to follow the literary aesthetic route, but then I realise (yes, realise with s, ‘cause I’m so British right? Autocorrect is funny by the way)… “yeah Oz, they will end up looking at you like a lost cow or some other cute animal wondering what the fuck are you talking about”. If you have ever had a conversation with a pet or a farm animal you will be able to identify. I know most pets at least think MORE than the majority of ‘humans’ if we can call them that out there…

So the "Christian" Homophobic murderer, stated that since he was forced to have what he denotes as ‘gay sex’ in prison by way of inmate rape– he felt somewhat entitled to lose control of his butchering impulses and hack one of us into pieces and then burn him as if it was the Renaissance again… (yes folks, we were so enlightened back then huh?) 1480 technically falls into the Renaissance no? Oh my GodScience!, was he angry or what?

As far as I know… prison sex does not equal homosexual sex. It’s definitely not about consenting adults… and more about desperately horny men mingling together in an environment without many gender options for sexual release. I’m sure if it was up to them they wouldn’t pick the partners they are forced to have sex with. Although this sounds somewhat like an arranged marriage… they still do that you know.

The need to have sex, aka being horny or (if you are an apologetic religious person, lusty)– is just another among the many physiological needs we have. Same as thirst, sleepiness, body temperature regulation and hunger. As much as you want to repress it… either you end up masturbating, having sex, or having so many wet dreams that if you are a guy: you will surely end up getting prostate cancer.

I appropriately think that REAL homosexual sexual relations are enjoyed by the persons involved (persons with 's' because it’s not always just between two… LOL). In my books, and probably every possible book if it’s not consensual then it’s technically rape.

If to you the idea of homosexual sex equals rape, then man (or ma’am), you have some issues to work through ain’t ya’? I’m sure consenting adults engaging in sex of any gender identification DO enjoy it and actively look for it. Can’t rape the willing as they say…

The best part is when they say in the news “Oh he just snapped because he was gay raped in jail”. ‘Cause of course, it wasn’t a mistake to have this man out of prison… right? And the reason he was in: for abusing a woman. Then this guy actively looked for another guy who at the time looked like a woman, and he ended up butchering him. And because he was forced to have what he perceives as ‘gay sex’ in jail, he developed such a penile (or should I said penal?) phobia that I’m amazed he didn’t cut off his own dick in one of his crazy rages.

As far as I know, most of the men who have sex with other men in jail do not actively identify themselves as homosexuals. And as studies show it’s all about the need of release and a question of dominance.

Let’s quote from the quickest source (gotta love Wikipedia huh?):

Prison sexuality, often viewed as facultative or situational, shows quite similar dominance traits to those of apes, revealing similar relationship structures. Such animal-like behaviors are widely regarded as an inherent part of human nature. Hence sexual relationships tend to follow universal archetypes, which appear in all aspects of human culture and behavior.

In many cases among men, the partner who penetrates another sexually is not regarded as homosexual, and the receptive partner (who may or may not be consenting) is called a woman, a "bitch," a "punk," or a "prag," and is regarded as homosexual[citation needed]. In the United States in particular, rape in prisons is a major problem, and may be perpetrated by inmates who do not view themselves as bisexual or homosexual. One of the conceptions that tends to minimize prison rape and sexual coercion is that the penetrating partner uses the act primarily to assert control or dominance, thus minimizing this activity as an expression of sexuality per se, an idea which is still repugnant to many, including perpetrators themselves. A man who has been raped, or who has been the receptive partner during intercourse, is often regarded as less masculine and hence a target for future rape and other violence.

If you didn’t catch the drift: again– it’s misogyny.

What is it with men and their penises and this whole sword or arrow euphemisms and this whole deal about putting their whee-and-usually-tiny-litt

After reading the comments online from our local brethren, on the news about the Hate Crime Murder of Jorge Steven López Mercado: I can’t but help concluding that our people confuse “Freedom of Speech” with “Freedom of Bigotry”. And I’m surprised how for certain things they’re extremely anti-American, when for others they conveniently adopt the U.S.A.’s Constitutional Rights for their own personal benefit… Funny indeed! Although usually they twist them however they please (in the usual case to say they have a right to be disrespectful bigot assholes) – as their online comments give testimony all over the net. So much poison and so much mental garbage (mental as in madness mind you!) – anyone can hide behind a monitor and a keyboard. Anybody can be brave that way. If you would find them on the street, they will probably not even dare to meet your glance… (in my case: glare).

Let's go to the definition of bigotry to clear up any doubts just in case:

"A bigot is a person obstinately or intolerantly devoted to his or her own opinions and prejudices.The correct use of the term requires the elements of obstinacy, irrationality, and animosity toward those of differing devotion. The origin of the word bigot and bigoterie in English dates back to at least 1598, via Middle French, and started with the sense of "religious hypocrite". Forms of bigotry may have a related ideology or world views."

(For the Spanish speakers: we don’t really have an exact translation for the word 'bigotry' in Spanish, but we can sure discuss and use its context.)

I wonder if they have ever heard the phrase “Tus derechos comienzan donde terminan los de los demás"? (roughly translated as “Your rights end where mine begin”)?.

Freedom of Speech doesn’t mean that whatever the hell they want to say is correct or the truth. To each its own I guess… Truth is subjective anyway… And clearly this country is full of madmen. Anyone can be a braveheart posting online. Easy shit. In public they would probably win a major prize of kicks and punches to the face… They are like Elementary School bullies: they gather in small groups/gangs and bully the weakest looking kid. Usually, judging from the character of all of my friends who have been bullied when they were kids: the different. The geeks, the dorks, the gays, the lesbians, the goody-two-shoes, the kindhearted, the pacific… Those they are almost sure that wouldn’t really fight back and put in question their masculinity/dominance. It’s the same thing that chimpanzees do, they gather in groups to kill and eat alive the poor lonely chimp… you are either with the group or against it. (If you want an example go to: Chimps Gone Wild) In this case of course, a gay man would be against the group of religiously righteous macho men, etc. Have we really evolved from our monkey mental state? I don’t think so… Instinct may be stronger than what we think. Maybe that’s why I joke that I’m really a lesbian trapped in the body of a cock-hungry-gay-man. If I could I would do women- make all of you faghaters happy, pass on my genes, and all that shit. But alas, I’m not really interested (or have been yet).

All the millions we invest in public education, all the taxes we pay… for nothing. We have a country full of uneducated, ignorant fundamentalists, bigots, indecent, judgmental & prejudiced, hypocrites, unclassy, homophobes… and murderers. (I worry a lot when I think that THESE are the ones who pick our politicians...) Have they noticed how many murders we have every week? And if you, yourself have noticed, do you care?– Do they care? Apparently not…

As usual the religious folks, start handing us Bible verses. Guess what? I have some verses for ya’ too!

For women please read Timothy 2:12

“I do not permit a woman to teach or to have authority over a man; she must be silent.”

(in other words if you are a woman: shut the fuck up and obey)

Or Proverbs 31:3

“Do not give your strength to women, Or your ways to that which destroys kings.”
(I prefer the oldschool one– sounds more Shakespearean: “Give not thy strength unto women, nor thy ways to that which destroyeth kings.”)

For parents:

Proverbs 20:20

“If a man curses his father or mother, his lamp will be snuffed out in pitch darkness.”

& Leviticus 20:9

“If there is anyone who curses his father or his mother, he shall surely be put to death; he has cursed his father or his mother, his bloodguiltiness is upon him.”

& Isaiah 14:21

“Prepare a place to slaughter his sons for the sins of their forefathers; they are not to rise to inherit the land and cover the earth with their cities.”

To your judgment… don’t these Bible verses have the same weight as Leviticus 20:13 “If a man lies with a man as one lies with a woman, both of them have done what is detestable. They must be put to death; their blood will be on their own heads.”? Same Bible quote that is commonly used to justify homophobia… Don’t you forget Joan of Arc and the thousands upon thousands of abused and sacrificed women during the Spanish Inquisition Era, and the witch-hunts thanks to the famous (or infamous?) Exodus 22:17. One little misplaced verse responsible for the deaths of thousands upon thousands...

Of course everything is dealt with personal convenience. With all the bratty misbehaving kids you find in the street… if the religious folk would REALLY follow the Bible as they claim and defend to the death as the “Word of God” (whose God?) as they should, then we wouldn’t have so much overpopulation and the little minds that share this misogynist rotten male chauvinistic vision would be in a dreamland of Fundamentalist Utopian proportions. And women would have to keep utterly silent, like one of those monks/nuns who take a vow of silence and other such ridiculous shit we humans do…Of course when it is to THEIR advantage they quote the Bible, word of God, blah, blah, blah. When it is NOT convenient, then "oh you have to see it in a historical context". Catch 22 huh?

They are so self-righteous, so quickly… preaching morals in sexy kinky lingerie. Of course, before it was the whole deal about the murdered kid being gay, now the question turns into “Was he a prostitute Drag Queen too?”… May I ask what’s the difference between charging for sex and doing it “pro bono” or charging in other ways as many do for example with sex for housekeeping? Aren’t there thousands upon thousands out there who love casual sex so much they would certainly shame professional prostitutes with their numerical achievements? (I sure have met a few!) So many women with their legs on the air, giving birth every year, different father for all her kids… the kind you find at the welfare lines usually screaming and hitting their children which they still don’t know if they really wanted… (Oh wait I’m starting an anti-pro-lifer debate… let me get back on track…) Oh! wait but of course, only women are whores, for men’s duty is to put his prick inside every possible vagina and to submit every woman he meets for it is his biological imperative or so the macho men and macho-women of this Island usually preach… So the difference between promiscuity and prostitution is just in the cash payment? If so , the term is terribly slippery… (and like Margaret Cho says: “What about Slut Pride?”) I've always said it: whores have dignity 'cause at least they charge for it. There is nothing wrong with OWNING your sexuality however you want and like as long as you are responsible. Our misconceptions of sexuality usually sprout from a misguided and usually religious point of view. I just love it how Puerto Rican misogyny blurs the vision of the local people…

With the current economical situation, which they love to do protests and strikes and all that shit, how can they judge a person for getting into prostitution? Sometimes you need to make money no matter what, is either that or be at the mercy of dependency or the government, and that is not simple either. The system is geared towards heterosexual people, preferably with kids. I myself was unemployed for 2 years. (I didn’t get into prostitution mind you! Not for me definitely. ) I had the fortune of being able to count on my parents and a good friend and my savings to survive. But not everybody has the same luck. So what I have read all over the place now is that apparently since he was supposedly prostituting he deserved to die? Right… I’m honestly baffled. Is this the extreme they have to take so that they can feel better about the horror of a dismembered and burnt murder victim? ‘Cause it’s not going to change what happened… If you ask me getting minimum wage an hour at a Burger King in this moment where you buy 6 items at the supermarket and they charge you 50 bucks– prostitution sure sounds like a good idea. After all he may be able to at least enjoy his job… much more than flipping burgers or cleaning toilets. The usual available jobs in this country are “Professional Food-stamp Collector” or getting yourself into politics so that you can execute in “The Art of Zen Meditation where you do as little as possible, preferably nothing, for four years, without the necessity of a college degree, and where you charge more than a doctor thanks to the people you tax”… I’ll let this one go now too, since I’m changing the subject once again (sorry, couldn’t resist!) and I may hurt politically sensitive eyes…

Here’s the deal: a Young gay and occasionally transvestite boy who had just begun to live has been brutally murdered in a cruel and inhuman way (or as I like to theorize lately: perhaps in the most human way possible? The cruel, vile, unmerciful, hateful, vicious…). This kid could’ve been the son/daughter of any of you, s/he could’ve been your best friend (My best friend was murdered two years ago by the way), s/he could’ve been your niece/nephew, your grandchild, the kid of one of your beloved coworkers…

I think it’s really funny when people mention invalid arguments like “I haven’t heard anything from Tori since 199?” and they DON’T know what goes on with Tori’s career. :) (And she DOES have one)

Tori is even banned from radio stations, thanks to her religious commentary (mainly)… when she released Father Lucifer it was saying good bye to the Bible Belt public of America forever. “So you can make me come; that doesn’t make you Jesus” doesn’t win you many friends :) Especially church going friends… who buy neutral and safe records… and especially not when you sing "God sometimes you just don't come through,
do you need a woman to look after you?
I’ve gotta find find find what you’re doing about things here,
A few witches burning gets a little toasty here
I gotta find find find why you always go when the wind blows..." But THIS is why we love her.

If you measure a record's value by sales or top hits, then you are retarded. Most amazing songs don’t make it to the top in media charts. Especially not NOW when everything is downloaded mostly... and illegally– so... who's keeping records? Let’s pick Madonna’s best album, American Life, and how it "flopped"; funny since it’s her most mature relevant album if you ask any REAL Madonna fan. Americans don’t like it when you tell it like it is. Too much political-correctness…

There was a time where radio stations would give free tickets to Tori concerts in exchange of these stations promoting OTHER artists of the same record house instead of Tori's music. Very unfair if you ask me… No wonder she eventually said bye bye to them… (Code Red- for those who know her ;-) )

Also, she has a history of being misrepresented in the press. Unless I see a video of Tori actually saying this I will not fully believe it. She was always portrayed like the kooky girl…

If you want take a look at this interview:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Zvj55K_M_M
(pay a lot of attention to minute 00:58)

She doesn’t comment without provocation either. And it’s never, to my understanding: out of spite.

Writers, especially tabloid writers NEED headlines. And she is USED to this kind of shit.

She threw a comment about the girls a while ago, referring surely to Amy Crackwhorehouse- I mean Winehouse, and as an advice to not do so many drugs without control if she valued her career. I think she sees talent in the girls but can recognize the errors 500 Miles away. Nevertheless Winehouse hasn’t done much music ever since her Back to Black… which was 3 years ago… I’m sure she has done a lot of stuff… non-related to music though LOL. A lot of people went “Oh Tori is being a bitch” yadda-yadda, when in fact she was just offering advice… Tori is no innocent when it comes to drugs, so listen well to auntie Tori! She has wisdom and a few decades on top of you to cover for it!

You will not listen to Tori on almost any radio station, it’s not how her music moves. She hasn’t recorded a proper music video since Sweet the Sting, if you are open minded you would consider her recent Welcome to England a video, and the latest album has a LOT of them, which I love and enjoy. But no big production… such as A Sorta Fairytale, 1000 Oceans etc. I have never heard a Tori song in a local radio station. EVER.

Tori’s music touches deep thoughts, funnily when she herself has sung “What’s so amazing about Really Deep Thoughts?” She is what’s amazing- she questions everything, from religion to politics to feminism, family, relationships, everything. Her most loving songs don’t need to have the word ‘love’ in the lyrics and you can’t help but be swayed by the music. This is if... you sit down to listen to her.

It’s sort of demands the cult following instead of the popular-culture following. When it comes to Tori lyrics there are so many things to read about and to develop and to discuss. It takes a lot of time and dedication. (I spent 5 hours writing an objective review song by song of Abnormally Attracted to Sin after listening to it for two weeks… for example) She doesn’t go po-po-po-po-po-ker face, though she HAS gone iiiee ;-) with your e’s and your ease; just as Lady Gaga went Eh Eh...

On a sidenote: It’s funny that Lady Gaga has appropriated almost every hairstyle from the American Doll Posse… talking about hairstyle...who knows, for what I've seen maybe she also is a Tori fan? She has mentioned Bowie, which Tori also likes.

What Gaga lacks up until now is really relevant social commentary. But for a new artist that just wants people to dance and have fun and feel at home… it’s not necessary.

Now, the MTV crowd, and the Vh1 reality-show crowd certainly don’t have much space in their head for a song like Body & Soul and Yo George, specially when most of America seems to be so conservative… that they voted wrongly on Prop 8 even. Tori Amos is the anti-thesis of the majority of what constitutes popular-America. Especially when she will tell you what she thinks if you ask her.

One thing is certain, the Westboro Church doesn’t seem to be going after the Gaga-girl. Give her a few years and if she's still around (hopefully)— maybe. I just hope this is Lady Gaga’s Y Kant Tori Read (from which we adore Cool On Your Island and that’s mostly it) and that she evolves, or else is down the drain too… and Gaga hasn’t proven to be THAT musically witty yet. Not as witty as to come up with “Homospirituality” during an improv. Can she improvise though? Maybe, who knows. The girl seems to be playing the poker game quite well... she could surprise us.

Which is another of Tori’s things: she can improvise. She’s a natural. She's been on a piano since age 2. She is a prodigy. A real one.

Now– I don’t get it why is Lady Gaga being credited for creativity concerning outfits, when it’s the creative work of the designers, such as Jean-Charles de Castelbajac for the kermit outfit. etc. I do love that she does wear the stuff. I love that kind of costumey stuff.

I don’t think Lady Gaga would be able to stand in a stage alone with a piano in a wife-beater and some worn jeans and hold that stage as well as Tori can. But I don't think it's her style either.

I don’t get it what do they worship Lady Gaga so much either… yes she writes songs, but they aren’t that good (lyrically at least) so what’s the point? Anybody with a few musical lessons can write a song… 3 and 5’s etc. usual tempo beats, voilá.

She is still far from being the next MJ or Madonna or Cher when it comes to music. FAR. And somehow her fans usually bring these names up when speaking about her. (Some kind of baby-Jesus syndrome I'm guessing) Right now she is at Hey Mickey by Toni Basil stage. With maybe an extra notch on the white karate belt… these people have a black belts with a few stripes when it comes to music and can be your sensei.

I’d love to see Lady Gaga more focused on music instead of image. And to stop prancing so much around with her tit’s half out and her ass showing. Even though she has a great body, indeed. When Madonna shows it it’s still a revolution since she made it her trademark to push sexuality out of the closet back in the 90's, when she did it- SHE WASN'T REALLY ALLOWED- and now she is over her 5th decade and can STILL do it — which is STILL revolutionary: Because she is considered too old to keep doing it and still has the physique to do it. But when these New Girls On The Block do it, it’s just for attention… that they can get easily anyway- it's a Post-Madonna world after all... The media has changed, the impact is not the same and they are just imitating, not doing any breakthroughs...

Tori is on her 10th album, splendid work, touches from religion to politics to social issues, etc. Musically exquisite and she did it once again. I’m always pleasantly surprised, and onstage, she has no rivals.

Tori concerts aren’t meant to be full of 10000 people in the stadium shows. They are MUSIC concerts, you go to listen to good music, not to see dancers on stage. The venues are usually either small or medium sized for a more intimate atmosphere. If she wanted she could be doing coliseum/football stadiums, but she’s not that kind of music girl.

All I know is that I would walk 500 miles to bring her bread too! <3 and also cross 1000 oceans to see her play! <3

If you don’t know Tori, you don’t know what you are missing- but keep getting forced fed whatever the media decides to give you… it’s what mediocre/meek humans do and the meek shall inherit the Earth *chuckle* I’m flipping the bird to all of the Tori haters, and always wear this “tattoo” in my mind. :P

Tori has always made a point of good advice: control your copyrights, choose your friends wisely when it comes to production, do not sign contracts with music-industry-devils, etc. If Lady Gaga wants to make it, she has good examples to follow and lots of good advice how to play chess to win like a Queen... more on the line of Madonna material though, definitely not a Tori kind of girl. Hey, at least she can sing, so if Britney can make it (she can't sing to save her life), Lady Gaga who CAN sing, and dance, and write and play, will hopefully do it too...and even better.

Credit where credit is due.

Art has become a religion. Services are held at galleries and museums— wine and "bread" for communion included in openings. The word of "God" is found in hardcover books, cheap magazines & newspapers; with curators & the casual-wannabe-critic as theologists— gallerists acting as priests during the ceremonies. The old spirits and roots have all been forgotten and replaced by this whole "artistic" martyr-show where everyone competes for the Messiah title without really being nailed, no crown of thorns, no wound on the side...

They all dance with snakes and speak in tongues, and profess they commune with the muses...

How can you speak of muses, when you believe in this new Art "God"? So contradictory... Isn't that blasphemous?

The old 'pagan ways' run through your veins, but you are no medium— you can't even use your 'mediums' well... Buffoons and charlatans you all! Like fake psychics: no real talents, no real skills — your existence is only possible due to a capitalistic society where there is a market for your kind. There is furniture to complement in the houses of the rich collectors. Glorified wallpapers... YES!!! GLORIA in the Neo-Art-Heavens!!!

What good did your Inquisition do unto the rest of us? The witches and enchantresses and real charmers... Besides a pile of fagots and ashy pyres to be spit and vomited on by the rest of your Church members... How hard you laugh while we are being burned alive, how self-righteous, how proud, how drunk by your "achievements" you seem, so full of...

What good has your War done unto us? So much death, so much pain, so many orphans...

What good is your Holocaust to anyone? Your ovens are still hot... all over the place. Your gestapo cleverly positioned in every Art "School" — ever vigilant of any signs of dissidence.

When we are both dead, we will see who was right... Maybe your Heaven never existed... and you will just crumble and rot into the polluted soil: the grounds you have contaminated filling them up with your garbage and abrasive chemicals— to finally commune with the Old Earth Mother — and believe me: she will not be happy with your presence... she knows of your corruption.

Art is love: yet you must be pure and sinless. Art loves everyone, unless you are one of the perverse, the impure, sodomites and witches... Kill your child to prove it, don't look back into the very chaos you've created or be turned into salt, kill the firstborns, spoil the rivers with blood, lambs over veggies, Cain vs. Abel... thou shalt not eat from the Tree of Knowledge... just mimic everything your masters tell you... "Palabra de Dios — te alabamos Señor".

Don't question.
Don't challenge.
Just follow: it's the Word of the Lord.

You all speak of muses and you forget there wasn't a muse for painting or drawing or sculpture... we had higher deities, higher ideals of true beauty and aesthetics... Maybe Calliope, Erato, Melpomene, Polyhymnia and Thalia are compelling you to write instead of sploshing and spoiling canvasses with your shit. Maybe Clio is urging you to record and state historical successes instead of trashing so many brushes with your neglectful and brusque brushstrokes... or is it Terpsichore trying to make you dance? Maybe the real abstraction found in music is your actual call, maybe Euterpe's calling for you and not your results of visual rape?, or is it Urania?, really giving you directions by following the map of the stars? Not Hollywood ey... perhaps you are misinterpreting the muses' message?

All these "prophets" walking about... while all the oracles seem to remain exiled, hidden and silenced.

I am impatiently awaiting YOUR Rapture... why don't you pack and leave already? ENOUGH OF YOUR APOCALYPSE!

Give: I love the heavy beat, the haunting singing, reminds me of a harem and bondage and opium for some reason, red lights, purple hues... lace and veils and jewels and sensual dancing...

Some who give Blood, I give love, I give

I love the juxtaposition of those two words, very much a reference to a certain famous martyr perhaps... and also to tangible versus intangible. I also like how she made it a capital B, and a lower case l.

So you heard
I crossed over the line
Do I have regrets?
Well, not ye <3

It's also a very hot song, reminds me of a hot and humid summer, full of vapor and a heavy atmosphere...almost alien.

Welcome to England: the strings are amazing, I love this song. The lyrics are so beautiful too... it's a ballroom dance, in a hall of mirrors, threading in a cold day within the mist and being followed suspiciously by crows and other shadows. While Give was very hot, this one seems so cold.

"Do a dance for me."

Queen Elizabeth I?! Cate Blanchett pops in my head!

"Welcome to my world. You better bring your own sun
sweet girl. You gotta bring your own sun now don't you forget -----
you bring your own sun, just enough for everyone."

Love the metaphor of this lyrical dialogue. You gotta bring your own "food" and also enough to feed everyone else. Certainly not a blast, and definitely not a party. I can identify with the feeling of being a stranger in this land. And it makes me feel as a wish to connect but being unable to.

It’s not a question if I can
Fight by your side and withstand
Anything but,
I forgot that you said, "Girl if you come....
you better bring your sun.

And with this too, forgetting about stuff... then having it crawl back and bite you in the ass... Believing that things can change, when they don't and the horrible feeling of hearing and admitting of "told you so"s.

Strong Black Vine: More delicious strings, a heaver rock band feel, kinda goth feeling, almost striptease but not as much as Police Me, this is black pearls, cute bobs, stilettos, big band with a healthy mix of blues, jazz and rock and lots of anger, can I hear the whip cracking?

Blown to bits her innocent flesh to dust
all for a dark god
all for the love of some evil faith
Swollen stream
every drip serpents bless
you rape Earth knowledge
still she would save you from your evil faith
Bodies bathe in black gold your pleasure
Arms sold in Balmy cities that may not be with us for long
save you from that evil faith

It's very Green in message, obvious political and economic references, war, etc. I love the religious attack of this song too. It's so angry, and up your face. It also makes me imagine long hair flipping and dramatic forceful arm gestures while rocking the mike

Flavor: Right away I loved the piano. I love the sweet singing. Seems like a lullaby or a bard's song.

Whose God then is God?
They all want jurisdiction
In the Book of Earth
whose God spread fear?
Spread love?

Another religious questioning, agnostics and atheists like moi are joyous with the questioning of course ;)

And what does it look like,
this orbital ball from the fringes of The Milky Way?
What does it feel like,
this orbital ball on the fringes of The Milky Way?

I like the distance this creates, the apathy, the gamer metaphor... and the Flavor... images of being swallowed and eaten by some cosmic deity... very raw and what's the word... primal! yes. I also love the guitar, it reminds me of good old 80's songs, without being explicitly 80ish... very Labyrinth!

Not Dying Today: Very upbeat; this song doesn't particularly musically move me, it's not bad, just I'm not really into it RIGHT NOW. But with Tori you never know when years later you get hooked on a song you didn't particularly like at first. Has happened to me many times. But I love the lyrics.

I do admit I love the part when she sings this:

Yeah, I thought about that and I said,
"What the Hell?"
He said, "Nope, you are Earth bound, blow them seeds away
maybe one will make a sound."
Make a sound, make a sound---
music, good friends,
I'm not Dyin" Today

especially the What the Hell? lol I like what make a sound, make a sound implies: keep on creating, until you can't anymore! Keep up building!- love it.

Oh and Hi Neil Gaiman!

Neil is thrilled he can claim he's mammalian
"But the bad news," he said, "Girl, you're a dandelion."

Maybe California: I don't love it, as in: I adore it OMG I gotta listen to it everytime - but I do like it a lot. I think the music is beautiful, the strings are just wonderful. It's very, very sad. It has so much hopelessness until here:

From one mother to the other
They'll never get over this
for their lifetime all their wishes
will be dashed upon those cliffs.

Then it changes tune a bit, and it becomes hopeful and feels like a sunrise and goes from losing it and pessimism and giving up to a bit of sunshine and optimism... like flowers blooming. Reminds me of the last movie cutscene in the end of Final Fantasy VIII, when the flowers start blooming and Rhinoa finally reaches Squall. It's very bipolar. LOL It ends sad again...

Curtain Call: Sardonic, sarcastic, proud, lovely piano, it has a sense of "unfinished" but I think it's meant to be. It feels like reaching an orgasm but it stops from it. It's not "over yet". It's a stage and drag queen make up and hidden battle-scars/flesh-medals of honor no one knows about.

"this is just circumstance it is not
personal", oh no it never is.

*rolls eyes* lol

I have done what I've done
and it has the ultimate consequence
then a voice calls me back,
"this is not business, no,
its more like spiritual"
is that what it is
Then you ram your hand in your bag
for a little protection

also

then you ram your hand in your bag
for a little friendly substance

From drugs to a gun perhaps; from escaping reality to over awareness/paranoia.

you climbed China's wall
your curtain call
they closed China’s wall

Is it that it mattered because you got to Climb China's wall, and now it's closed so no one else can, or is it that it doesn't matter because it is closed? Very ironically ambiguous! :heart: Also makes me think And by the time you are 45 what? which is why I think it doesn't reach the mountain top/climax, but gets very close to it.

Fire to Your Plain: Very flowing and harmonious, I think one of the simplest songs of the CD, I love listening to it. This one is like spring breeze... and high clouds. And small little flames sprouting from bottles kissed by sunrays...

Cause she's up
And I am low
Watching you
Watching her play this game
yeah she's bold
bold enough
to set fire to your plain
her fire to your plain

A force of nature to be reckoned with who will change your world if you aren't careful. She'll dismantle your safe plain, and make it burn. And you can't reach her to stop her. Gotta get this right, cuz if you don't plan your chess moves well, she will checkmate ya definitely. I bet we have known peeps like this. It's funky that she could be talking about herself!

Police Me: Ooooof I LOVE THIS SONG. It sounds so fucking sexy, damn it!

Perhaps the answer to the question
Lies in the question
Perhaps you should read my thoughts
Line them up like soldiers

Police yourself
Police yourself
Police me

I like it how Lies can be doubly interpreted if you want. I just LOVE the Perhaps you should read my thoughts. The loss of privacy, having guilty until proven otherwise, being watched in case you break any laws even if you are not a lawbreaker. How this can actually make you rebel and become what they fear you of- when it wasn't really with you. But you get tired. Tired of being trapped, watched, suspected, restricted...

It questions freedom. Do we have it really? Do they have a right to monitor us? Where did it go?

Can they monitor how you think?
They’ve got their own remote viewing
To get off he cries “slutty goth”
But I’m a brightly colored person

Everything is in the eye of the beholder, beauty and truth, and if you believe that truth is beauty, then its even more damaging to personal definitions.

The sound is pure rockstar. It also has a hint of old Noir movies... and then it mixes with psychedelic sci fi sounds. Love the strong guitar... and then it becomes very classic 60's rock and goes back to the metal roots it had in the beginning.

That Guy: The music is genius. The strings are just to die for. The pizzicato kills me. It's like good old folklore fairy tales. At the same time, it's the total opposite to happily ever after.

That Guy
at night makes me scream
and smashes the best possibilities

Possibilities as objects that can hold things, in this case the relationship itself. If you smash possibilities then you are cutting off opportunity. Maybe possibilities that shouldn't be smashed, but anger is making him behave in such ways... irrationally... It's very sad the way it describes a crumbling relationship.

That Guy
When he wants can love
like no other love
until the darkness comes
Do we make up to break up?
Do we break up then wake up?
To cuts instead of kisses
To cuts instead
Instead
Instead

This implied wish of it to be just a nightmare... the uncertainty of not knowing if it's gonna be cuts or kisses...

That Guy
Cannot seem to see
there’re no other guys
but the one he used to be

A longing for someone whom you know it's still there deep inside somewhere... Again: heartbreaking. This feeling is restated in the last verses:

Will we make up?
Will we break up?
[u]Will I wake up with, with
That Guy

Abnormally Attracted to Sin: Heavy bass, eerie sounds, more of that feel of Labyrinth good old Bowie, very siren song, temptress mermaids, ocean winds, the organ is splendid, the beat entrancing... then she turns beansidhe near the end... as if announcing a looming death.

Right away I loved the alliteration in

Impeccable peccadillo
I know who you are

These verses, don't know why, reminded me of the Rusalka folktale

Pussy willow calls there by the church,
“don’t go in if you are abnormally attracted to sin”

Because of the pussy willow... LOL And talking about pussy...

She may be dead to you
But her hips sway a natural kind of faith
That could give your lost heart
A warm chapel
You’ll sleep in her bell tower
And you will simply wake
Abnormally attracted to sin
Abnormally attracted to sin

Giving in to temptation to undergo an change that can't be turned around. It's waking up, opening your eyes, losing innocence. You'll never be the same, but it's not necessarily a bad thing.

Tales of longing sway
Lost without a verse
Hymns of swing lay low
there by the church,
“don’t go in if you are abnormally attracted to sin”

The real question is, what is sinful? what's your peccadillo? and Do you enjoy it? yummy! I wonder if Rusalka would wash the sinfully bloodstained clothes near the river by the willow tree.

500 Miles: Loved this song instantly, first song I actually loved. Very Beauty of Speed, Almost Rosey, Miracle, Bouncing Off Clouds. It would be wonderful to have this played at a huge concert hall full of freakin' hippies singing along with Tori, that's the feel, fower power, with a dark, dark twist. As happy as it may sound, this song is all about trouble too.

He walked 300 miles
Just to bring me bread
His body like a sculpture
Almost decorated
and I’ll wake him as the dawn does
and we’ll break it on the bus
saying, “this was made for us, love”

In lovers communion for 500 miles
And in 500 miles will he break
Break me again?

Another break bread allusion to the Holy Communion, also used in A Sorta Fairytale(till the honey spread/itself so thin/ for me to break your bread/ for me to take your word/ i had to steal it). A clear reference to what western culture tends to see as the ultimate giving. Which is not, and which is much more commonly done than what they wanna make it. Breaking bread with your lover as a gesture of great love.

Over the lakes with hearts touched by frost
We fought in the Land of the Midnight Sun
I lost myself
I lost myself

I walk 300 miles
Just to bring
To bring him bread
In love some gifts are simple
Others I underrated

And here goes a conscience about acts done to achieve simple things and necessities...

In lovers communion for 500 miles
And in 500 miles will he brake
Even break
will we brake
Even break
Brake
Even brake
Don’t slow down
We might not even break

and with this going all that length... maybe another hint at a break up like in That Guy, who knows? I think it's more about "breaking me" as in getting inside the walls. But "we might not even break", "don't slow down", like urging to keep it going, and resistance... Funny thing: I heard hearts touched by Freud instead of frost. LMAO.

I love, love, love this song. Can have it on repeat for hours. :heart:

Mary Jane: I don't really like it, at all. Weird because it could be a cousin to Mr.Zebra & Velvet Revolution, which I adore. I admit the lyrics are witty and funny and very well written. I think I would actually enjoy to see it played live. While Mr. Zebra is cabaret, and Velvet Revolution Mafia stuff, this feels more like Western Cowboy Bar with cancans! Maybe I will eventually like it in the future, who knows?

Starling: I love the chirpy skip-y sounds, the celtic guitar, very good old bard in court, then the beating drums, it becomes like a march, little drummer boy going to war, or drums welcoming home the corpse of dead noble lovers... A lot of attention given to singing expression, with good denouements into almost whispers... then I love it when it changes to this atmosphere of confronting the antagonist feel it gets... to drop back to the mellow sleeping bird chirps, like old forests full of critters and starlit skies.

Starling you were right I am the jealous kind
whoever would have guessed
Starling now I am shut out and confined
even within my nest

More loss of freedom? Emotional confinement? Jealousy working it's way into the home in a destructive way.

if a feather lined with his words becomes a blade

Love how a soft feather can become razor sharp

Starling when he screams he screams in black and white
just like the magpie
shattered night then I woke
not to a lonely lark but to a raven's cry

Love the connection that black and white create in my head about paper and ink. And the way she continues referencing birds.

so when they play, play the song
sing along
it could be your turn to shine
if you know the lines
hey what's that you say
"You can find, find him on line
most of the time these days"
"Is that right," I say.

you were right Starling

It's also fun, how this can also be an allusion to online reality...pretty much like Digital Ghost.
The sound of this song is very particular and I had never heard something like this from Tori which is always pleasantly surprising.

Fast Horse: It actually feels akin to the rhythm of riding a horse. More of that good old classic rock feeling. Great guitar and strings.

Girl you got to find you the man who
can smoke this out, Bad Medicine
Girl you got to find you the man who
can smoke this out, Good Medicine would say----

You got you a Fast horse darlin'
But all you do is complain it ain't
a maserati.
You had a soul that you left back in Memphis
but your mama ain't New York she is pure
Tennessee

Re-learning humility, appreciating what you have, instead of longing for what you may not be able to attain at the moment. Not forgetting where you came from. It's like a wake up slap, remember who you are and certain things you can't change, no matter how much they bother or make you feel embarassed. While there is nothing wrong about having a Tennessee momma, instead of a New York citylady. I also love the organ play near the end.

Ophelia: Beautiful piano, complex composition, almost baroque if such a thing is possible with a single instrument. It feels like a song you sing yourself to keep your spirits high while walking alone in the dark. Very reassuring the feel it gives.

Ophelia your secret is safe
Ophelia you must break the chain

It's a dialogue with Ophelia, and the symbol Ophelia has become since Hamlet, representational in any woman's live. Can we change the Ophelia nature in us? Stop from going crazy and self destructive?

"remember
Change waltzes in with her sister Pain
waiting for you to send her away
wish her well break the chain
break the chain"

Change as a painful process that must be endured if wanted to break free...whatever it is you are breaking free from.

Ophelia you know how to lose
but when will you learn to choose
those men who choose to stay
those mothers who won't look the other way


Lady in Blue: Very bitter, succumbing, with that good Noir film feel, mysterious, as the figure of the Lady in Blue herself. Very jazzy...and blues... I don't particularly like this one either. The piano is beautiful though.

"I left the right man."

&

"I wronged the right man"

"Can I join you?"
said the Lady In Blue
said the Lady In Blue
said the Lady In Blue,
"I can play too."

It's an evident lament and regret. Very unforgiving of herself. I like it how the mood changes at min 4:16, and it seems as it "fuck it", can't turn back time. I'll keep playing.

Even then I still need to be in the mood to listen to this song. Same thing happens to me with others like Yes, Anastasia.

Oscar's Theme: It seems as such a lonely song...

Made to doubt where he is now
If he could just step back and swim
To bliss

Longing for home...maybe not physical but the home you find in your partner's embrace :)

In the distance a tailspin
Languid as Oscar's theme
He awaits Juliet's landing
Snakes and snails and puppy dogs tails
Yes, throw the rice.
Are they all made with sugar and spice?

And here is the "a-ha" moment for the song :) Maybe some girls are also made with snakes and snails and puppy dog tails too. Which also brings me back to Labyrinth! LOL

It's very "ok, what now, when it rains it pours" but i have no escape from it. Very sad tuned and it has that old recording feeling from classy films.

Yes, the grass is always greener on the other side...And it seems you may pull through, but you won't; you can't. It's only a mirror...

You can look, but you can't touch. Such is the pain of memory and lost time- and as you can see this clock has no hands. Is it dusk or is it dawn?

What does it reflect for you? Where would you rather be? *sigh* The nature of hope and nostalgia... The music, the scents, the lights...It's always quite fun, reminiscing...

War always dresses pretty, and a Heart of Stone could be in fashion. Just pluck it out and plaster it on the wall- there's no real use for it. After all, who can fly with just one wing. Decoration isn't everything, although to some it's sufficient. The heartlessness of it all... Can you really face this mirror?

Painted the face of my best friend somewhere around there- may you rest in peace: I remember you every day, every single day...

I can still hear the bells for the hopeless trapped in this twilight...

We were having a nice day at the beach of simple beer gulping and sightseeing when I sighted something strange on the shore...

(No you can't see it there cuz this is the mobile picture that was snapped just before the discovery!)

These creatures are prowling the oceans! Disguising as Tacos Purses of Purple Doom!

It's a Purple Zombie Jellyfish in Taco Disguise LVL 5!



And some other random beach sights:



And some cacti:

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I finally gave in to the fabulous world of television…after years of not watching any. Moving back to live with the ‘rents has a lot to do- that and the fact that my town is in the middle of fucking nowhere and I don’t really like cockfights or baseball. Or kids. It’s all about the kids. Kids here, kids there… kids, kids, kids, kids, kids! Seriously, what the fuck? I thought Buddhists were a bit cuckoo in the head with all their kid-Buddha reincarnated stuff…But in America, and Puerto Rico, it seems as eeeeeevery household has their own personal baby Buddha (some have 1-4+, even if they're retarded) or…baby Jesus (edited for those feisty other-religion-hater-close-minded x-tians).

For fucks sake! I DON’T CARE IF YOUR KID SAID DADDY FOR THE FIRST TIME. By the time your kid learned to say "Mommy" I was already running, talking in complete sentences and drawing all over the place. Get a life or get a real baby genius! I rather do it the Asian way. One worshipped kid per nation. All the rest should compete for especial attention, scholarships, admissions, food, healthcare...LOL

Oh, I derailed. Back to television. I should be painting, and I can’t cuz my muse isn’t cooperating but I almost have it. I just need to pick a damn palette and the wardrobe for the multiple Toris. OK, OK, OK! Back to television. (Worry not I will finish the piece if and only if I don’t keep getting interrupted by people or life or whatever.)

I don’t care about this or that brother of Joe Doe who I happened to take a few classes back in high school, whose name I don't even know...getting sick, or whatever else, your secretary's kid died in a car crash due to his negligent driving, OK sorry for her, but I have my own 'traumas' to deal with and guess what?: it's not something as easy to accept as an accident or illness. What you are doing on your free time, is none of my business. Thing is, December is usually a busy month for me, charged with fucking shit I do not need to know, deal, think about, confront, feel or anything. I just want to be left alone so I can paint. ALONE. If I need to eat, I’ll just kill a few lizards and make a stew with them and some snails. I’ll add moth-powdered wings and spicy flying-ant-intestine sauce for the whimsy flavor.

So finally- back to television. I have been watching Project Runway. And the show is kind of stupid, but hear this: I can’t stop watching it. OMG it's addictive. I'm addicted to a stupid show. I’ve also watched a lot of Kathy Griffin who is funny sometimes, but more controversial than funny. I like it that she speaks so much shit about all the celebs, but I would love it more if I actually cared more about these celebs so I could laugh more. Also she has taken a bit of material from Margaret Cho- who actually does make me laugh more.

Back to Project Runway: wouldn’t it be fabulous if we had our very own… show for visual artists. Well, one for Photographers and another for Painters/Draftsmen... You can't mix these two usually: they'll rip the gallery to shreds. The painters will say photography is not an art and the photographers will take pics of the painters pieces and say it's Appropriation, or of the artists themselves doing artwork, or of themselves cuz they don't have the moolah or the charm to score with actual models. So I'll focus on my team, the painters and draftsmen. We'll just get 15 of them and a panel of very, very, very bitchy judges consisting of: a deadbeat famous artist who won’t be making it anymore cuz s/he got too old/last season/retro image/etc. (you got the idea no?), the changing 'chair' who's always new per show and challenge, the obvious asslicker with connection with the show’s producer who is always there, no one knows him or her, well let's say they do know him but s/he's not as famous as s/he thinks, but s/he knows people, aaaaaaaaand of course, the hateful art magazine editor/director. The only requirement is that they are extremely bitchy.

On this same note: hi!, you who thought I was fucking Brazilian. Nothing against Brazilians by the way- they are hot people- but wtf?, you could’ve at least sent me an em@il to ask me about my freaking nationality. Do I look Brazilian guys? All the American, Puerto Rican, Spanish & German blood in me (to not trail into the Native American, British, Scottish, yadda yadda, oh wait, I trailed already…) boils at the thought of being confused with a Brazilian, not because I don’t like Brazilians but because I just dislike the Portuguese language, makes me sleep. Although not as much as I diss French.

Back to the show, we’d also need a psychiatrist and a bunch of buff psych-ward experienced nurses with a healthy supply of restraining shirts and drugs. Also to ban any sort of cutting instrument from the premises in case any of the rejected artists gets too emo and decides to check out early. The show would be much more intense…since the time span instead of a day or two should be extended to 2-3 weeks- unless you want a bunch of ripped off overpainted shit as end results… This time extension will be so delicious to build up drama boiling point.

Drama, OMG, so much drama in Runway… all of them try too hard to call attention and pretend to have any style whatsoever…and the few people who actually have style and innovation get eliminated really early for overstepping way too much over the line. And then others who actually don’t overstep over the line, get eliminated for not being more original. Decide for fucks sake! Oh and all of them ‘learned a lot’ and are very very very grateful for the experience. Bitches, pleaaaaase! I bet most of us can translate these “learning experiences” to “omg that fucking bitch dissed me and I’m eliminated and I don’t even get to say proper goodbye to the roommate whose farts I’ve been smelling for all these nights”. But as much as I criticize it, it’s delicious to watch.   

Art School was sort of like Project Runway in many ways. You’ll get an assignment, then put up to be judged in front of all your peers, just that instead of 4-5 judges, you had an entire group to shred you to pieces if they wanted. But you actually didn’t have to concede power- all you needed was a strong enough personality to be intimidating and they wouldn’t dare say a thing. This would leave only you vs. the professor. So much sass and drama. I think I miss it.

Online art communities should learn a lil’ bit from this Art School/Project Runway dynamics. I think most of the time people online asslick and applaud anything as if it’s mommy’s fridge’s door art-magnet place… Most of the time you cannot discern (unless you are actually very self critical) what critique is sincere and which is not…cuz they all LOVE IT. It sucks but they love it, and you have always improved so much. Whatever happened to honesty and frankness and all the well-deserved bitchiness… Little Buddha Syndrome again?

And if you do happen to give a sincere critique, for constructive purposes (not a flame war of course), then be prepared to don your armor for a lot of missiles will come your way… either from the critiqué or the entourage… Reality is: out there things run more along the bitchiness and the drama found in this TV show than all the asslicking found online... and most artists would benefit greatly if they were just  a little less stubborn and a little more open to growth.