Dear Idiots

As a veteran of the late 80s & early 90s ZINE BOOM & synthetic master of the genre, there was always a certain tone you could go for in zines which was the chiding motherfucker, telling everyone how to think correctly. I guess that's cool when you're a kid, or maybe it's just a certain kind of person, but these days, i'm gonna smack someone in the mouth if they come at me like that. Still, i can't help but think that alot of people LIKE IT. So even if i DON'T LIKE IT, I MIGHT HAVE TO DO IT, BECAUSE THERE ARE SOME STUPID MOTHERFUCKERS OUT THERE.
CHECK OUT ALL THIS COOL-ASS GERMAN SHIT. YOU THINK ED ROTH WAS A NAZI? YOU'RE RETARDED. THIS SHIT IS JUST COOL, LIKE THE RED BARON & SS HATS.
HEY STUPID, this is the United States of America in the YEAR 2010. The NAZI THREAT has been over for SIXTY-FIVE YEARS. In case you hadn't heard, WE WON. PERIOD. It aint gonna happen here, & if it does, it isn't going to look GERMAN. It's going to look AMERICAN & IT'S GOING TO BE DIFFERENT. The iron-cross, the wehrmacht helmet, the imperial eagle & anything else German is JUST GERMAN. Remember, WE BEAT THEM. TWICE. BUT, there are ALOT of Americans who ARE ALSO HISTORICALLY GERMAN & THAT'S OKAY. JUST LIKE HOW IT'S OKAY THAT THERE ARE IRAQI AMERICANS, AFGHANI AMERICANS, KOREAN AMERICANS, VIETNAMESE AMERICANS, PANAMANIAN AMERICANS, JAPANESE AMERICANS, ITALIAN AMERICANS, RUSSIAN AMERICANS, FRENCH AMERICANS, ENGLISH AMERICANS, MEXICAN AMERICANS, SPANISH AMERICANS & WHOEVER ELSE WE'VE HAD MILITARY ENGAGEMENTS WITH, IT'S OKAY THAT THERE ARE GERMAN AMERICANS & THEY CAN BE INTO WHATEVER THEY WANT TO BE INTO, BECAUSE AMERICA STANDS FOR FREEDOM. THE KIND OF FREEDOM THAT MEANS IF I GO INTO AN ITALIAN RESTAURANT THAT HAS A PICTURE OF MUSSOLINI ON THE WALL, I'M GOING TO BE PLEASED WITH THEIR BALLS & PRIDE, NOT OFFENDED BY DARING TO SHOW A PICTURE OF A MURDERED ENEMY OF THE USA.

BUT, even if someone holds the beliefs of the Nazis, that's their right as Americans, it is just not their right to take away other people's natural born rights. Neo-Nazis are not Nazis, they are the white equivalent of Black Muslims. And while your college might have told you that white people are the dominant power race of the United States, there are a hell of a lot of poor, uneducated, degenerating, constantly in the legal system, addicted to drugs, daddy left the home, mommy is an alcoholic, kids are in the system, poor diet, can't afford a car, living in a trailer park WHITE people who are just as disadvantaged as the great abstract concept of "people of color", "african americans", crippled lesbians & whoever the fuck else. BUT, America doesn't reward losers, haters, ideologues & other negative Nancys, this country runs on OPTIMISM, INDIVIDUALISM & THE ID. SO IT'S A DISADVANTAGE to fall into that mentality. PERIOD. INSTEAD OF PASSING JUDGMENT, WHY NOT TRY TO UNDERSTAND YOUR FELLOW MAN.

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RAMM ELL ZEE STORY

From my homeboy Bobby Peru of Nonchalance.
OK, I was in New York for a couple weeks last Fall. I had been trying to acquire Ramm:Ell:Zee's Alpha's Bet video for the Drive-In about two years before. During my e-mail dialogue with him I somehow ended up with his phone number, and left him a message, saying I was coming to New York. He called me back and in a very cryptic manner said we should hang out. So I was playing phone tag with him when I was there, and then one morning I pick up the phone and it's him, and I'm saying "when should we get together, maybe tomorrow?" and he's like "right now", and he gives me an address in Battery Park. I take a cab there, wait in the lobby, and he's appears, standing hella far down this hallway, in a football jersey, doorag, and crazy space shades. He says "Bobby Peru, this is the Ramm:Ell:Zee". I'm like "Pleasure", and he says "Do you like rum or vodka", and I say "Vodka", and we go to the liquor store and he buys a big bottle of nice stuff, and we go back to his apartment. Which is actually his girlfriend's apartment, because his old place (WITH ALL THE WORK FROM THE PAST THREE DECADES) had burned down. Apparently his paints and glues had caught fire, which doesn't totally surprise me after seeing the way he works. We enter the small apartment, and he says "Careful of the fumes", and it totally reeked like glue. He says "I'm all sniffed up". He pours two pint glasses of cold vodka, puts on Metallica's black album, loud, on repeat, and there is a TV set just blaring static / white noise. He's working on 3 toy sculptures for the Kid Robot store. I give him a bunch my shit (videos, zines, prints) and he starts flipping through and says "You've done your research", and starts really getting into it. Sean, he loved your illustration from the zines. He kept pointing them out, and saying "That's fresh", and I was like "That's Sean Goblin". I start asking him all kinds of questions about the history, the philosophy, the alter-universe, and he answers in his own abstract dialect that you just have to interpret for yourself. We talked about a bunch of shit, all afernoon. Love, Life, betrayal, artillery. Cool cat, who is intentionally under exposed. After a while, he says, "My name is Stephen". After a few tall glasses of the vodka, I'm helping him with the sculptures, and I notice that he is taking model glue and rubbing it in to the carpet underneath us. And I am getting FADED. And I've been drunk plenty in my life, and this was something else. I realized later that it was the glue. It was like mind eraser. Hours later I wake up on the floor and he's passed out too. I got up and kind of tried to get my shit together, went to the bath room. I come out of the bathroom and he's standing in the middle of the room with a red video tape. He says "I believe this is what you came for" and hands it to me. The Alpha's Bet (plus about another half hour of rare performance and interviews, called the "Evolution Griller"). I take it and stumble out the door. I mean literally, stumbling, holding on to walls and shit. I couldn't even talk when I got in the cab, and the driver says "You alright buddy?" Weeks later we leave a few voice mails for each other, both saying we should hang out again. I sent him a few post cards, and some weird toys from my collection. Then it had been about nine months since I'd talked to him and I get a phone call from his girlfriend (and art dealer), Caremella. She says "Jeff? You know that video Ramm gave you? It was the only copy. Can you dub it and send us one? Thanks!" So I did, and still have the original. It's bad.

Thomas Bruso, Motherfucker, Still a Hero.

A more in-depth look at Epic Beard Man. Pretty cool.

The GG Allin Manifesto

If you believe in the real underground of Rock 'N' Roll, then now is the time to do something about it. The time is now to overthrow the current situations and declare war on the record companies, radio stations, publications, clubs, and anyone who promotes the whole so called "scene" as it now stands. We need to destroy it all and take it back from the corporate phonies and conformist. But action must be taken now and blood must be spilled. First let me tell you who I am. I was born Jesus Christ Allin in 1956 in Lancaster, NH. The Jesus Christ they preach about in the Bible is a phony imposter - just a crutch for the cripples to lean on. Fuck that weak shit! I am the man to deal with. I created myself inside the womb from the fires of Hell. There are no separations between Jesus Christ, God and the Devil, because I am all of theme. I am here to take Rock 'N' Roll back & prove to the world that I am the real king through the powers I have acquired. When I was born in 1956, Rock 'N' Roll first started taking off. Why do you think that was? Because I created it. I created Elvis. I made it all happen. Even before I was born I was plotting. But through the years everyone has let it all go. That's why I am ready to take it all back. Nobody has held on. Nobody has had the indurence to finish what they were set out to fucking do. They all let me down or I took their lives for a purpose. I was the one who was throwing all the monkey wrenches into the gears. But money and commercialism made them all sell out. Even Iggy let me down. The Sex Pistols let me down. Sid let me down when he fell in love (that's why they are all dead). And now we have the Ramones praising bands like Guns N' Roses, which runs against everything they were set out to destroy. But now it's 1991. This is the decade for the final bloody mutilation. Time to get Rock 'N' Roll out of the hands of the masses and back to the people who will not accept comfort or conformity at any cost. Then I will commit suicide on stage and the blood of Rock 'N' Roll will become the poison of the Universe forever. Take a look around and see what's happening. Spineless record companies kissing the mainstreams ass, being pressured by the money media and politicians. So called cutting edge radio stations as fucking lame as the stations they oppose. Censorship publications kissing the monkey suits asses, who in turn, are kissing someone else's ass. Even so called "underground" publications have no fucking desire to get blood on their hands. They are too busy crying about how we can make the world a more wonderful place and how politically correct they can be. Talk is fucking cheap. It's time to fight. It's time for revenge. We need to overthrow Rock 'N' Roll as it now stands. We must bring down record companies by not buying their products. A boycott. If you have to have a record, steal it. That way they wont get your money. We've
got to stop feeding them. Your support must now go to me - GG Allin, the commanding leader and terrorist of Rock 'N' Roll. Why do you think I am in prison right now? Because they know who I am and they fear my reality. Our society wants to stop my mission. They want to brain wash you and keep you locked into MTV, and their stagnating, safe worlds. It's a plot to kill Rock 'N' Roll. I am the savior. Thats
why I am considered a threat to society. This is what you should do: Go to your record store and buy all the GG ALLIN recordings you can find. If they dont have any in stock, tell them to order some. If they refuse, then do what you have to do. Call radio stations and demand GG Allin. Spray paint "GG ALLIN" everywhere. Make them aware that the disease and the Scumfuc tradition is still spreading. Write "GG ALLIN" on all your dollar bills. Any bills you have. People do not throw money away, so it would be a free way to get the message out. You must do it every day of your life. We must live for the Rock 'N' Roll underground. It CAN be dark and dangerous again. It CAN be threatning to our society as it was meant to be. IT MUST BE UNCOMPROMISING. And with me as your leader, it will happen. I am ready to lead you, my allies, into the real Rock 'N' Roll underground. Let's get started.
-G.G. Allin(Jesus Christ Allin)

Jack Parow

Jack Parow South African Superstar Rapper. DIe Antwoord & Company breathed life back into rap.
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HERE'S TO AMERICA.

African devil worship meets Marvel superheros & Marshall amps.

"To a new world of Gods and monsters." Where man & technology are at one & both are accelerated by the relationship.

It's time to chase your dreams...

A world with no walls, no delineations, no barriers.

We answer to a higher authority.