Thursday, August 27, 2020
Monday, August 24, 2020
U.S.A.! U.S.A.! vol. 289
“I’m sorry, but I still don’t understand,” said one young man, his pitch a blend of curiosity and exasperation. “What do Republicans believe? What does it mean to be a Republican?”
“Owning the libs and pissing off the media. That’s what we believe in now.”
Sunday, August 23, 2020
We Are The Sprocket Holes vol. 401
In Vernon, NJ in the '80s and '90s, Action Park lured many kids and teens from neighboring suburbs and cities to reckless abandon, sun and skin burns, hospitalization, and in the worst cases, their deaths.
Fantasia 2020 Review: CLASS ACTION PARK Must be Seen to be Believed
Saturday, August 22, 2020
Thursday, August 20, 2020
U.S.A.! U.S.A.! vol. 287
Hundreds of thousands of donors who gave a total of $25 million to the crowdsourced campaign were defrauded by Bannon and three associates, federal prosecutors in Manhattan said.
Some of the money instead funded luxury cars, home renovations, cosmetic surgery, and a 2019 Jupiter Marine boat named Warfighter.
Steve Bannon Arrested on Charges of Stealing From ‘Build the Wall’ Fundraiser
Wednesday, August 19, 2020
N(YS)egation Aspiration vol. 236
New NY state rule bans ticketed music events at bars: ‘This is devastating'
“Music should be incidental to the dining experience and not the draw itself.”
y’know... being involved with the east coast music scene for nearly twenty years, i’ve heard more than my fair share of harsh, cold-blooded, devaluing, get-a-real-job hard-ass bootstrap hangman bullshit , but that above line is giving me hypothermia.
Tuesday, August 18, 2020
U.S.A.! U.S.A.! vol. 286
“We are going to win four more years,” Trump said. “And then after that, we’ll go for another four years because they spied on my campaign. We should get a redo of four years.”
Trump Says He’ll Seek a Third Term Because ‘They Spied On Me’
U.S.A.! U.S.A.! vol. 285
QAnon Is the Future of the Republican Party
Even if Trump loses in November, the influence of this unhinged conspiracy theory will only grow.
Friday, August 14, 2020
Wednesday, August 12, 2020
U.S.A.! U.S.Awwwww Yeah vol. 2/1/84/75
The spirit of “WAP” should’ve been unimpeachable. Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion’s ode to the universal benefits of “wet-ass pussy” and female pleasure seemed like the rare issue impervious to controversy. Watching the two rappers unite at the peak of their pop-music-making abilities to deliver an Olympic-level twerk routine should be enough to convince anyone to rebuke their life of dry genitalia. But if 2020 has taught us anything, it’s that we can’t have nice things. So when conservatives began to advocate for a world full of misery and devoid of lubrication, it came as no surprise.
The Conservative
Crusade Against
‘Wet-Ass Pussy’
Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion’s ‘WAP’
has Republicans in a tizzy. But when the
right wing gets mad about two women
of color rapping about sex, it’s not
a coincidence
Tuesday, August 11, 2020
Sunday, August 9, 2020
U.S.A.! U.S.A.! vol. 283
It sounds like a nightmare scenario for women’s rights in California. Every time a woman suffers a late-term miscarriage or gives birth to a stillborn baby, she could potentially become the target of a homicide investigation, with police visiting homes and delivery rooms to carry out interrogations.
Yet some medical and civil rights groups say that scenario is not so far-fetched if the murder prosecution of Chelsea Becker is permitted to proceed in a rural county of the San Joaquin Valley. They say it could judicially rewrite the state’s homicide statute, expanding it to apply to any pregnant woman whose conduct might have resulted in the loss of her pregnancy.
Drug users delivering stillbirths could face murder rap if this California case advances
Saturday, August 8, 2020
Friday, August 7, 2020
Books... are FUN vol. 9
Broadly — and with plenty of exceptions — Lovecraft’s stories suggest huge and unfathomable horrors lurking just beneath the surface of the mundane world. Filled with miscegenation, tentacles and unspeakable dread, his works often begin with ordinary or ordinary-seeming men drawn into extraordinary and otherworldly situations. Almost no one gets out alive or sane. His brand of weird is gooey and misanthropic, with an insistence that the universe is at best indifferent to human life and at worst antagonistic.
If you don’t know your Yog-Sothoth from your Shub-Niggarath — good! Run while you can! But if you hold your sanity lightly, here is a brief guide to the man, the monsters and the popular culture slime trail his works have left behind.
We Are The Sprocket Holes vol. 397
The lifting of the decrees will clear the way for studios to once again take significant ownership of theater chains, now in dire straits because of the pandemic. But more importantly for the industry, the elimination of the decrees means that studios and exhibitors will be allowed to engage in a host of business practices that have been prohibited since the late 1940s.
Federal Judge Gives Greenlight To Termination Of Paramount Consent Decrees
Thursday, August 6, 2020
Wednesday, August 5, 2020
Negation Aspiration vol. 234
Daisy Coleman, subject of Netflix documentary about sexual assault, dies at age 23
Coleman's case grabbed national headlines after she was harassed at school and online for speaking up about her alleged assault.
Tuesday, August 4, 2020
Monday, August 3, 2020
U.S.A.! U.S.A.! vol. 280
Donald Trump still believes that he can grab 'em by the you-know-what, and until now has avoided coming to grips with the reality that he is a morbidly obese 74-year-old man with a spray-on tan and an ingeniously structured hairdo that could be dubbed the Sat-on Beehive. At this point, his erotic allure is limited to sad-sack middle-aged men with expensive divorces, expensive pickups, lowered expectations and too many guns. He may hold the title of commander in chief, for now — and let's not underestimate the danger in that — but he's more like the incel in chief.
As Donald Trump has secretly known all along — stupid, injured manchild that he is — none of the people in the privileged classes of New York or Washington or California who pretended to love and admire him truly understood his greatness, and now that the waves are crashing over the bow they're scurrying off the deck. He'll be left at the end with the losers and incels and rubes in the red hats — stricken, lonely people who looked to him as a savior and for whom he feels only contempt. People he probably hates more than he hates Muslims or Mexicans or Black people, and possibly even more than he hates himself.
Donald Trump is doomed, and he knows it: But will he go out with a whimper or a bang?
Trump's final months will be ugly — and the damage he's done will last for years. But there's an upside, sort of
U.S.A.! U.S.A.! vol. 279
Covid Conversations With One of America’s Richest Men
How a pandemic unfolds when you’re a Wall Street billionaire.
Sunday, August 2, 2020
Saturday, August 1, 2020
We Are The Sprocket Holes vol. 396
stand-out viewings for the month of July (even dream demons aren't safe from Cancel Culture)
(June)
SHE'S ALLERGIC TO CATS (2016, dir. by Michael Reich)
a mumbly pop-damaged nightmare that slides right next to Cat Sick Blues in the fatalistic feline fixation category.
PERFECT STRANGERS aka BLIND ALLEY (1984, dir. Larry Cohen)
shot back-to-back with Cohen's snuffsploitation menacer Special Effects, both films examining a much more tense, bleak, and seedy underside to Cohen's universe. feel like Look Who's Talking might have some 'splainin to do.
MOTORAMA (1991, dir. Barry Shils)
if The Wizard was directed by Trent Harris and punched up by John McNaughton, it might resemble this film.
THE KILLING GAMES (2012, dir. Barry J Gillis)
a spread collective of violence-driven a-holes collide in a localized endgame that only Barry (Things, Wicked World) Gillis could assemble.
JUNGLE HOLOCAUST (1977, dir. Ruggero Deodato)
the opening salvo of Deodato Cannibal trilogy does more than merely hint at the unrelenting carnage that lies ahead, but still somehow leaves the viewer ill-prepared for just exactly how much this shit is going to hurt.
INFERNO OF TORTURE (1969, dir. Teruo Ishi)
forced prostitutes tattooed into compliant geisha endlessly subjected to humiliations and brutalities in glorious technicolor.
COME AND SEE (1985, dir. E. Klimov)
much has been articulated about the gripping devastation this film rolls out before the audience, and none of those words can even begin to replicate just how hard this film goes not only visually, but mentally and emotionally. just... come and see.
BUTT BOY (2019, dir. Tyler Cornack)
i think they might've fucked up not titling this film DEAD ASS: THE ASS THAT EATS.
BACURAU (2019, dir. Juilano Dornelles, Kleber Mendonca Filho)
the most fun i've had watching a machete uprising since the last time i watched a machete uprising.
AUTOLUMINESCENT: ROWLAND S. HOWARD (2011, dir. Richard Lowenstein, Lynn Marie Milburn)
a deeply considered, achingly thoughtful study of perhaps the most criminally under-examined songwriter of all time; one that matches the gorgeous devastation of both his words and noise.
(June)
a mumbly pop-damaged nightmare that slides right next to Cat Sick Blues in the fatalistic feline fixation category.
shot back-to-back with Cohen's snuffsploitation menacer Special Effects, both films examining a much more tense, bleak, and seedy underside to Cohen's universe. feel like Look Who's Talking might have some 'splainin to do.
if The Wizard was directed by Trent Harris and punched up by John McNaughton, it might resemble this film.
a spread collective of violence-driven a-holes collide in a localized endgame that only Barry (Things, Wicked World) Gillis could assemble.
the opening salvo of Deodato Cannibal trilogy does more than merely hint at the unrelenting carnage that lies ahead, but still somehow leaves the viewer ill-prepared for just exactly how much this shit is going to hurt.
forced prostitutes tattooed into compliant geisha endlessly subjected to humiliations and brutalities in glorious technicolor.
much has been articulated about the gripping devastation this film rolls out before the audience, and none of those words can even begin to replicate just how hard this film goes not only visually, but mentally and emotionally. just... come and see.
i think they might've fucked up not titling this film DEAD ASS: THE ASS THAT EATS.
the most fun i've had watching a machete uprising since the last time i watched a machete uprising.
a deeply considered, achingly thoughtful study of perhaps the most criminally under-examined songwriter of all time; one that matches the gorgeous devastation of both his words and noise.
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