We Are The Sprocket Holes vol. 335 / Negation Aspiration vol. 86

‘Bright’ Screenwriter Max Landis Accused of Sexual-Assault

Several women have taken to Twitter to allege that the writer of Netflix’s first blockbuster film—and son of legendary ‘Animal House’ director John Landis—has a history of abuse.

"screenwriter" should also be in quotations.

 as weary as i've become of the endless moral scalp collecting that is the Social Justice Movement, if it means this venereal spirochete of loathsome qualities gets verbally cored into a collapsing void of suicide-triggering obscurity, i'll take back every mean thing i said about Rose McGowan and wear a vag-beanie all winter long.

hey asshole, remake this:

Negation Aspiration vol. 85

“We went to a cemetery and swore an oath by drinking each other’s blood,” he said. “We took a knife and cut our hands and then drained our blood into a cup to drink it. We smoked a lot of mota [marijuana], and then we cut open a cat.”

‘You feel that the devil is helping you’: MS-13’s satanic history

Negation Aspiration vol. 84

The 120 Days of Sodom was expected to go for up to €6 million on Wednesday, while Breton's seminal manifestos on modern art were estimated at around €4 million.

Sade scrawled the controversial work on a 39-foot scroll smuggled into his Bastille prison cell in 1785. It recounts the story of four wealthy male libertines who lock themselves in a secluded French castle with 46 victims, including girls and boys as young as 12.

The book is a catalogue of 600 types of perversion from orgies to humiliation, torture, rape, bestiality and murder.

When the Bastille was stormed in the 1789 Revolution, Sade wrote that he had “wept tears of blood” over its loss. In fact, the parchment was later recovered from a crack in the cell wall.

France declares Marquis de Sade's sex-filled 120 Days of Sodom 'national treasure' hours before auction

Negation Aspiration vol. 88

(yah we're skipping ahead here cause well y'knowlawl)

This Is The Daily Stormer’s Playbook

A leaked style guide reveals they’re Nazis about grammar (and about Jews).

By Ashley Feinberg

Awwww Yeah vol. 74

Among us, it seems, lives a class of men who call to mind Caligula and Elagabalus not only in their depravity, but in their grotesque sense of impunity. Our debauched emperors, whether enthroned in Hollywood, media front offices, or the halls of Congress, truly imagined their victims had no choice but to shut up, take it, and stay silent forever. Many of these men are so physically disgusting, too—the thought of them forcing themselves on young women fills me with heaving disgust. Enough already.

All true; yet something is troubling me. Recently I saw a friend—a man—pilloried on Facebook for asking if #metoo is going too far. “No,” said his female interlocutors. “Women have endured far too many years of harassment, humiliation, and injustice. We’ll tell you when it’s gone too far.” But I’m part of that “we,” and I say it is going too far. Mass hysteria has set in. It has become a classic moral panic, one that is ultimately as dangerous to women as to men.

The Warlock HuntCLAIRE BERLINSKI

The #MeToo moment has now morphed into a moral panic that poses as much danger to women as it does to men.

U.S.A.! U.S.A.! vol. 119

Conservatives blame Steve Bannon for turning Alabama blue

NERRRRRRRRD! vol. 65 / U.S.A.! U.S.A.! vol. 118

Look, we all want to watch Avengers and X-Men fight, but this Disney-Fox merger still sucks

yeah sure, it's a grotesquely unethical media monopoly, a creative-inhibiting stricture, and a ruthless narrowing of outlets... but as long as stupid nerds get more stupid nerd junk, who cares, right?

i'm confidant in my abilities to find the proverbial "good shit", so i don't depend on the Disney Factory for my entertainment fixes, but stories like this just don't excite me, and what may or may not not come out of this morose coupling of corporate entities, (whose influence and presence is already beyond-the-pale ubiquitous and monstrously overvalued) does not stimulate my imagination toward anything fruitful or positive.

i'm not 10 years old anymore. back then i might have given a fuck if Wolverine and the Hulk could be in the same cinematic universe, but with the benefit of hindsight i can say with an assured abundance of confidence that no on-screen interaction would recreate the monster-mash joy i felt seeing them tangle on the cover of a Len Wein scripted Herb Trimpe illustrated comic book, and any attempt would be little more than a callow re-staging, devoid of the image's initial impact. but i digress...

point is, i'm not really that anxious to see every property under one umbrella, and i'm eternally weary of people who are so thirsty to be hermetically sealed in childhood queries of who might win a fight between Darth Vader and Doctor Doom that they'd be willing to give up even more of their already scarce freedom of choice.

now that i think this over... i'm barely interested in these properties under separate umbrellas. i mean, are there still people hard up for more Predator or Alien movies? i was sick of Rocket Raccoon about 3 seconds into the opening credits of Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 2.

i'm more interested in what A24 planned for the future, or where Black Mask Studios is headed.

fucking geeks.