David Icke

I always enjoy discovering people with new, interesting theories and healthy, intelligent opinions. I had the TV on in the background the other day and a documentary about someone called David Icke came on. Britons aparently know him well because of his "crazy ideas" but I had never heard of him before. He claims to, in 1990, have received a message fromt eh spirit world telling him that he's been chosen to heal the planet and spread the truth. His views are quite complex, but in short, this is what he believes:


*At the heart of his theories is the view that the world is ruled by a secret group called the "Global Elite" or "Illuminati," which he has linked to The Protocols of the Elders of Zion, an anti-Semitic hoax.

* The Illuminati are a race of reptilian humanoids known as the Babylonian Brotherhood, and that many prominent figures are reptilian, including George W. Bush, Hillary Clinton, Tony Blair and Queen Elizabeth II. These reptiles plan, create and orchestartee world events (9/11, World War II, organized religion) to create chaos. They walk erect and appear to be human, living not only on the planets they come from, but also in caverns and tunnels under the earth.

They have cross-bred with humans, which has created "hybrids" who are "possessed" by the full-blooded reptilians. The reptiles' hybrid reptilian-human DNA allows them to change from reptilian to human form if they consume human blood. Icke has drawn parallels with the 1980s science-fiction series V, in which the earth is taken over by reptiloid aliens disguised as humans.

* The world we live in is an alternative, "fake" reality in which newsflows are being repeatedly filtered to creat the Orwellian/fascist state we now live in (which is true, really).

...and so on. He appeared on Terry Wogan's talk show in 1990 proclaiming himself as the son of God, and has been laughed at, mocked and made fun of ever since. He still can't walk down a street without people shouting comments at him. The interesting thing, though, is...that he's right in so many ways. He is highly intelligent and the supernatural aspects aside, much of what he says makes sense. We ARE being controlled by our governments, the newsflow IS being filtered (yes, in Sweden as well), there is no true freedom in modern society and being different comes with a huge price tag.

It's a little sad that people, when they hear his name, start talking about the reptile aspect of his views when he says so many other things that are so intelligent and sharp. Besides, many of his "predictions" about what society will look like have already come true. Plus, I find it interesting that if you claim to believe in aliens or, in this case, reptiles ihabiting human bodies, you get laughed at and taken for mentally ill, yet people can walk around openly proclaiming their Christian faith by the millions, and no one sees that as strange. As if believing that God got a human being pregnant without the act of procreation and sent his only son (that was also himself AND a holy spirit at the same time)to teach humanity that you must obey and praise him or you will suffer for all eternity so now every Sunday people eat his flesh and drink his blood is supposed to be any more rational.

Having said that...the question is still there. Is David Icke schizophrenic? He certainly shows a lot of the grandiose illusions and classical symptoms(fear of a microchipped population, conspiracy theories, paranoia) but without knowing much about schizophrenia as a disorder, I question whether someone affected by it would be capable to speak so eloquently and express themselves so clearly as David Icke does. He CAN hold a proper conversation, he DOES react to normal body language, he CAN reciprocate in a conversation, he DOES make (and maintain) eye contact..etcetera. And he's certainly not the only one to have conspiracy theories. I've always believed that there's a fine line between intelligence and madness anyway.

He's coming to Gothenburg on October 24th and I would absolutely LOVE to go there, but I'm a little unsure about booking the tickets. It's 496 SEK for a full day seminar which isn't abd at all but the tickets are aparantly booked through a site called Anarchos, and while the official David Icke site does link to them as the place to get your Sweden tickets, I'm a little cautious about paying through some hokus pokus site I know nothing about. We'll see.

Now, I'm off for a movie marathon toute seule.

We're from America

All of those who know me knew when I started my blog that when this day came, I would have to post about it. The new Manson album is set for release on may 26 and the first single set for release will be Arma(goddamnmotherfucking)geddon. However, a sneak peek is currently avalable at marilynmanson.com of the song "We're from America". It will be avalable to fans through registration for seven days, starting yesterday. Aparently, it was uploaded rount ten in the evening Swedish time, then taken back down for a few hours. (How exclusive, haha :p) but is now there 24/7 untill March 3. Also, a new main page has been created for the site and new artwork uploaded, including the paintings of model Isani Griffith (which are among my personal favourites).

When I get this album in my hands I will turn my phone off, shut the blinds, put it on...and let myself be taken on the ride he's intended for us to be taken on. I can't wait. I'm so friggin excited about this album I'm about to wet myself. Not only for the simple reason that it's my first time ever actually anticipating a new Manson record (I discovered him properly only two years ago, just after the release of Eat Me, Drink Me thanks to The Golden Age Of Grotesque) but also because he's back. Back to the Manson I love and admire. He got his FIRE back. I do and will always appreciate "Eat Me, Drink Me" for the fact that it pulled him out of his depression saved him from suicide (and for Tim Sköld's orgasmic guitar solo in "Putting Holes In Happiness") but the style of its music really didn't strike a chord with me. Now, however...he's come back harder and angrier, just the way I like him. I will rock my saggy white ASS off on June 27!! :p Lyrics below (and remember; it's repetitive for a reason. I love, love, LOVE the "I'm in recoveryyyyyyyy" <3. Very Manson).


"We're from America
we're from America
where we eat our young

we're from America
we're from America
It's where Jesus was born

we're from America
we're from America
where they let you come on faces

we're from America
we're from America
we speak American

We dont believe in credibility
cause we know we are ALL fucking incredible
we dont believe in credibility
cause we know we are ALL fucking incredible

Wanna be a model, dont be a victim
Be a cop with a gun so they call me a hero
Wanna be a model dont be a victim
Be a cop with a gun so they call me a hero

God is an excuse, God is an excuse
God is an excuse, God is an excuse
God is an excuse, God is an excuse
God is an excuse, so sing it with me

We're from America, from America
We're from America, do you sing it with me?
We're from America, from America
We're from America, do you sing it with me?

We dont like to kill our unborn
we need them to grow up and fight the wars
We dont like to kill our unborn
We need them to grow up and FIGHT the wars

We believe in everything we say - we say because we believe it!
We believe in everything we say - we say because we believe it!


We're from America, from America
We're from America, do you sing it with me
from America, do you sing it with me?
from America, do you sing it with me?

We're from America, we're from America
we turn literature into litter
We're from America, we're from America
we believe in being a quitter

In recovery! I'm in recovery!
I'm in recovery from America! From America, from America...

we eat the young from America, we eat the young
we eat the young, we eat the young from America
we eat the young from America, we eat the young


...from America.

The media...

As some of you -although I'm guessing not too many of you if you're outside the UK- might have heard; Big Brother star Jade Goody has passed away from Cervical cancer. She was 27. Tragic as that may be, what I find even more tragical -but oh so typical-is the way the media has behaved around her since she first became a public figure. My opinion of people who join reality TV shows to become D-rate celebrities aside, the way the press has treated her makes me want to vomit. The Sun, for example, was the tabloid responsible for some of the biggest and nastiest attacks on her during her time in the Big Brother house, printing front pages like this:



It's hard to fully grasp how strongly people rected to Jade Goody when she first appeared in Big Brother -you either loved her or hated her, and there was no in-between. I was there and there wasn't a single persont hat didn't have an opinion on her while the show was running. Having said that, a large chunk of the viewers couldn't stand her. They thought she was loud, in-your-face and annoying. And...she was. That's exactly the thing; she was being herself to a hundred percent, all the time. If some people liked it, that was great, if not...then that was okay too. When she was finally up for eviction, the producers seriously contemplated having her brought out through a back door instead of the main entrance -they were afraid the crowd of people waiting outside the Big Brother house would get hostile and hurt her.

When I first found out she was dying -she was diagnosed as late as August last year-, my first thought afterwards was how the media was going to jump on the pity band wagon. I said from the start that the very same papers posting things like the one above would be the the first ones in front row weeping at her funeral and printing their "This was her life" specials. And lo and behold, The Sun recently ran articles about her funeral service with headlines like "Son's tearful dash to see dying Jade" and "Jade's Little Fighters" with pictures of her two son's playing in the street. OK! Magazine printed a "Jade tribute" before she was even dead. Charming. But I suppose what's considered "poor taste" is a blurry concept nowadays...

Her dying wish was to get married, which she did only a few weeks ago. Many have critisized her for selling the pictures to the tabloids, while she insisted she only wanted a fincancially secure future for her sons. I'm in no way naive enough to believe that she was a victim, scrutinized by the media against her will. Right from the start, she realized how to make the most of her new found fame, and she used the media just as much as they used her. I remember watching a TV programme about paparazzis; where this one photographer had recently joined the tabloid field after having worked in news photography. He saw Jade coming out of a store, and in a stereotypical, predator-like manner threw himself behind a car (I guess someone told him that's what paparazzis do), snapping away with his camera. She kept walking, put her groceries into her car, glanced at him from out the corner of her eye, and went:

"You don't have to hide, you know. We can help each other out".

That was Jade. She knew exactly what the deal was ("I give you your picture, you ensure me continued fame and fortune") and she was fine with it. In most extreme cases, as those of princess Di and Michael Jackson, though, I'm sure there must be some sort of love/hate relationship. They hate not being able to live normally, but they need the media to cover what they do to ensure they can carry on doing it. At the same time they must panic when they realize that there's no escape from it. Ever. It must be a very twisted, disturbing thing but I guess that's what you get when you make a deal with the devil.

Having said all this, let me make it clear that there is no excuse for the vulture-like behaviour of the tabloids. However, I believe it is in human nature to be drawn to the dark and destructive. It's not called "morbid fascination" for nothing. The question is where it will stop, if it ever does. There's a sense of stability in seeing these people either 1), live and look exactly like we do (which tells us we're fine even though we're not famous) or 2),look and act in a way that is negative (because it makes us feel superior so we can say "look, he/she has all that money and fame but they're still not happy", hence stop secretly wanting it.) The tabloids seem to compete in who can find the most unflattering picture of Amy Winehouse (the more drugged up, skinny and covered in self-harm cuts the better), Times Magazine (who should know better) put Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold on the cover after the Columbine shooting, thereby immortalizing them for all future exactly the way they had wanted. "Were the nobodies/Want to be somebodies/When dead, they'll know just who we are". The media is a loaded gun when when handled by the wrong people...and it scares me.

In a melancholy mood...

Usually, this would mean I'm in my drink-wine-and-smoke-and-listen-to-Manson-till-my-ears-bleed mood, but not today. Mainly because I can't drink and I don't have any cigarettes. :p So I though I'd post this instead. This is a song written and performed by my online friend Jolyon Cunningham. Some of you may have seen him in the BBC documentary "Too ugly for love", about Body Dysmorphic Disorder. It's a really beautiful song and I love the feeling it gives me. He's talented, and I don't think the documentary showed just how much. So...have a listen.



Nervous; it's a weakness
A twitching play on my self doubt
It's not worthwile to remind me that
I've no place in a faceless crowd

Last train to oblvion, race you
London lights blink ahead in chains
I'm so purile when I call you later
To read someone elses lines

Tearing up photographs you loved
To me they're just stains from a past
Left me no place in your black heart
Words with the depth of a cheap cable talent show
In spite of myself I'll break down and make a scene

Nerves that are consuming me, nerves that sap my energy
I couldn't stand it, I couldn't get my self across
And it's futile, your cliched sentiments, forced smiles
I'll contain myself on the grounds- that...

There's not a saviour who can save my soul
Not a saint on the ropes who can take all your low blows and I
was immune before, he lay in your bed
Now it hurts like an open sore
Inspite of myself, I'll break down and cause a scene

You took my dignity
You took my worth from me
I'll make this fiction like your name

"You say and do the greatest things when you don't know what will happen tomorrow."

/Marilyn Manson

Illusion

I'm feeling mixed up today and when I do there's usually a song or a video that describves how I'm feeling better than I can. Below is "Illusion", by VNV Nation. I feel many different things when it comes to my face but I think this one describes some of it. The song and video don't originally go together but someone thought they suited eachother and this is the very emotional result. It's packed full of symbolism in so many ways: the metal box, the robot, the TV...love it.

Speaking of consumerism...

I got this from Darryl:



Says it all really. :p

Norm life baby...

"...we're white and oh-so-hetero and our sex is missionary". I watched a brief bit of a program earlier this afternoon about polyamorous relationships versus monogamy (and I put "versus" since that seems to be the preferred way to angle things amongst most people). They'd interviewed a woman about my age; maybe a few years older, who was very much seeing the "standard" family option (one man, one woman, 2.6 kids, marriage, a house, etc.) as the best thing not only for her, but for everyone. What got to me was not only how she had so willingly conformed to everything society wants for her to be, but how she was saying that anyone who doesn't want those things are only saying that because they don't have them. Erm, okay. Let's think about that one for a minute, shall we. I don't have kids, a house, a middle class car, a dog and everything else that's the middle class wet dream and...well, what do you know...I'm fine anyway. Go figure. Maybe it springs from having been different and outside of things from such an early age, but I will never understand the appeal of all of that. Is that really what people want? Really? I learned from an early age to question things simply for the reason that I never seemed to fit in, but most of all, I learned never to desire something just because that something is the norm. It astounds me how people bow down to everything they're told to be so blindly. So what if someone wants to marry two people? Or three, or four? Are we supposed to be miserable in twosomes now? To me, it's so obvious that it's exactly that kind of conformism that makes people unhappy: society dictating that we should (preferrably) be white, straight, monogamous and, most of all, consumers. Consumers of blind faith, of flat screen TV:s that we buy on monthly payments to stifle the panic inside, of Kellog's cornflakes (because they're grrreat!), of the belief that we have nothing, that we ARE nothing without the products being marketed to us. I look around and I wonder...is it me? Am I the only one who thinks like this? Is it ME that's crazy? People just follow like sheep without even stopping to reflect if the life they're leading is what they really want or if they're doing it because it's what they've been brainwashed into thinking they want. There are so many restrictions, so many rules...have one partner (unless you're in a porn flick, in which case more than one is always adviced), don't stand out too much, buy what you're told, look the part, consume...suck, swallow and smile. Personally, I couldn't care less if someone wants to marry more than one partner. Here I was thinking we were free to love whoever we wanted, but it seems that was not at all the case. I feel like such a fucking outsider.


"Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?"

Let's get it on...

As some of you may know, I have a huge fascination for people with fetishes. It's just really interesting to me how one thing can drive one person totally crazy and leave another totally unaffected, or put off even. Psychologically, it's really interesting to me. I saw a documentary the other day about people being sexually aroused by cars and planes, which sort of sparked the idea for this post. We all know about foot-,shoe-, and leather fetishes, but you might not have heard of these:

Acrotomophilia: The person is sexually aroused by the sight of an amputation usually of a whole arm or leg.


Catheterophila: The person is sexually aroused by the insertion of a catheter.


Coprophilia: Smearing human feces on yourself or having someone smear it on you causing sexual arousal. (Notice the use of the word HUMAN feces...I take it not just any poo will do. :p)

Maiesophilia: Sexually aroused by pregnant women

Plushophilia: Attraction to stuffed animals or people in animal costume

Aquaphilia: Sexual arousal from water

Necrozophilia: Being aroused by dead animals

Emetophilia: The person is sexually aroused by vomit


...and my personal favourite:

Formicophilia: Person experiences sexual arousal caused by having insects crawl on their genitals. :p

Strange as these may all seem, I'm all for anything that doesn't cause harm to anybody else. Whatever floats their boat, so to speak.

Revenge

Just came back from the movies with mum, "Men Who Hate Women" was good although a lot more violent than I had expected. I'd heard about the rape scene but I just couldn't watch it, I have a really hard timewith scenes like that. Her screaming alone, though, was enough to make me want to vomit. Noomi Rapace is one HELL of an actress. Just so you know. And if there's anyone who still won't admit that revenge can be a great feeling; I suggest you watch the second part of the film where she gets backs at her rapist for those two hours. Black ink, handcuffs, a phone and dildoes can be used for many things, that's all I have to say.

On another note, now...is it just me that has absolutely zero interest in the Swedish crown princess getting engaged (and Barack Obama's dog?) Maybe it's just me but announcing you're getting married next year when tax payers will most likely have to pay for the wedding and hundreds of thousands of people are losing their jobs seems particularily poor taste to me. Maybe someone forgot to tell them their country is in recession.