Thursday, September 24, 2009

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NOT A LOT TO SAY THIS WEEK:
So I’ll be keeping it short, folks.

KIDZ IN SPACE:
I’m really liking ‘Downtime’. It’s ruling.
I’m hoping it doesn’t suck in a few weeks.
Like I know Gin’s track ‘Oh My’ will, with it’s overexposure.
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HEADFIRST VS. REVERSE PARKING:
Who wins?
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SEINFELD:
Genius? Or re-run bore.
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THE NATIONAL PARTY:
…I’m going to be grinding my teeth a lot through this one. I get so frustrated that my thoughts get all mumbled and steamy.
Ok. So. National Party. I don’t understand why the media isn’t making a bigger deal of their Fuck Ups! I mean none of this is surprising to me, but let’s have a quick re-cap –
“Gee, what do ya know. The foreshore might be up for sale again.”
“Gee, what do ya know. Our National Parks can be mined for Money.”
“Gee, what do ya know. Our carbon emissions are going to be uncapped and sold off.”
“Gee, what do ya know. Millions are going to be spent having a “Referendum”
(READ: A farcical poll on which National can and will either fudge and/or ignore the end result)
on whether or not we should do away with an MMP Government and go back to the old system of First Past The Post to basically ensure that Government becomes the Wealthy Self-Serving White Man’s Club it once was, and like any Respectable Government should be.”
Everything they’ve done so far has been touched on only slightly by the media, but even now I can see these as the beginning points of catastrophe down the line.
I can’t talk about politics too much. In fact, I try to ignore it because it’s just too depressing and the behaviour of many in government(s) disgusts me to the point of speechlessness, but I do feel the need to say this:
New Zealand CANNOT WITHSTAND ANOTHER TERM WITH A NATIONAL GOVERNMENT.
Well, Ok, it could if it had to, but the damage the next government will have to clean up chills me to the bone, and by then we may not even own parts of the country. Instead of “Welcome To Hamilton” it’ll be “Vodafone Presents: Hamilton! A subsidiary suburb of Coke presents Russia”.
There are too few people doing everything they can to line the pockets of themselves and their upper-class mates. Poverty is on the rise. The planet is taking a bashing like never before as humans try to rape and pillage the little that is left. John Key and his mates are doing very little to help change this.
And all you John lovers out there, PLEASE. Feel free to try and convince me I’m wrong! I’d LOVE to hear somebody talk some good about him…

PATEA:
Love it. Go check out the museum if you’re ever there. Yeah, I rolled my eyes too, but it’s actually fuckin’ great. Patea began as one of the main ports of the island, but once New Plymouth took over it became a virtual ghost town. The history of that place is actually really fuckin’ interesting. It took me an hour and a half to get through because I actually read everything, which is more than I can say about the atrocious American theme park that is Te Papa. More on that particular subject at a later date.
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TRIBAL PARENTING:
The only way to go. You might be able to do it without a village, but it sure does take a load off the parents. I believe it’s better for all involved.
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SOME KIDS:
Some kids are just hideous. And what’s worse is, I think the parents of hideous children know it, and get so tired of telling them to stop/yelling/spitting/swearing/demanding that they just give up, and the child gets to go on being hideouser and hideouser because the world has gotten so PC that people aren’t as willing to tell other people’s children off as they once were.
I grew up with a solo mother who played A LOT of softball, so I always had at least 16 other women, 8 uncles, 4 aunties, many older cousins and countless second mothers ready to give me a swift kick up the arse if I played up. Which I hardly ever did because my mother was such a hard-arse bitch anyway that I was too scared to play up.
And I tell you what. I'm glad they did. I turned out more than alright, if I do say so myself.
And I tell you what else. My mother was right when she passed down that time-old piece of advice:
MANNERS WILL GET YOU EVERYWHERE.
My thoughts? Parents are too soft on their kids these days. Here’s a piece of advice:
If your child is loud, demanding, whiney, doesn’t use manners, and often gets their own way whenever they drop their lip and start crying and screaming, despite all your well intentioned, softly spoken, long worded Coddling, then you need to Change Your Style because
NEWSFLASH!!! IT ISN’T WORKING!!!
Don’t clasp your head exasperated and moan that you are at your wits end.
They are the CHIIIIIIIIIILD. You are the AAAADUUUUUULT.
It is THEM that has to deal with YOUR word, Fullstop.
It is YOUR RESPONSIBILITY AS A PARENT to get them to understand that.
If your child runs your life, then YOU are the problem.
Sort out your Bratty Children before they become Revolting Adults!!!
I do NOT like sharing the world with Revolting Adults.
About the only positive to that is that once they do become revolting adults, I don’t have to hold back on their arses.
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‘H IS FOR HOMO’:
I ran into a friend whilst at a party in Patea in the weekend.
He lives in Whanganui/Wanganui, where they have recently decided that the ‘H’ in the name does count. Mayor Michael Laws is vehemently against this, and seems to have most of the uneducated, redneck, White population behind him.
My friends went to witness the antics at an ‘Anti H’ Protest, where people were carrying placards and chanting such Winner slogans as
“H is for Hate!”,
and “H is for Homo!”.
…Sorry guys, but Wanganui has not always been Wanganui. Sure, maybe during your lifetime, your parents lifetime, maybe even your grandparents and great grandparents… but that’s still only a hundred, hundred and twenty years or so at best. Not always, as some of you claim.
Personally, I can’t believe people care enough about adding a letter that they would actually go out in public and protest it with such an idiotic and pathetic execution of ideas.
That there are still people who can’t control their emotions and feel the need to spit on others because they don’t agree with their own views makes me cringe with disgust at the state of the human race.
What's wrong with the letter H?
H is a letter too, man!
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H is for Hideous Hidiots.
H is for Hunreasonable Hatred and Hehaviour.
H is for Hoo gives a shit if they add an ‘H’ or not?
I can only think that people’s attitudes on this are rooted in one of the following:
1. Racism;
2. A lazy attitude to researching history, which will inevitably come back round to racism;
…in fact Racism is really the only thing I can come up with…
I’m not sure either way how I feel about, but I do know that if it was one way and we just got lazy with our pronunciation over the years (Think Para-param. Think Kahow-tra.) then it should go back to how it was. Before it’s lost forever in our own laziness. Why the hell not??
I think a nice quiet sit down at a historical library would probably sort things out, and then all the silliness can stop.
And again, people need to take a breath and think before they speak.
Nobody thinks you’re cool for spitting on someone simply because it’s the only retaliatory action your tiny little brain can think of.
And believe me, if they do, then they’re even dumber than you are.
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CHRISTMAS APPROACHING:
Ugh.
Does anyone look forward to Christmas anymore? Apart from children, and those who are having First Christmas With Baby.
Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.
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BELLE DYING ON HOME AND AWAY:
Dumb.
It should have been MARTHA.

Lata.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

1.

Welcome to The Mad Scorpion.
Like it says on the label, My Opinion is the Ultimate Opinion On Everything Under The Sun, and My Opinion is The Only One That Matters.
I’ll be bringing you my delightfully offbeat rants on anything my pretty little heart desires, and occasionally, I’ll be taking requests. Sometimes I’ll be praising, sometimes I’ll be bitching. Sometimes I’ll be talking out my arse. But thou dost vow to always be entertaining.
For my first trick, I’ve decided to tackle some of the biggies – after all (and my first wedge of wisdom – I guess I’m officially on the clock), when it’s hard to know where to begin, one should always jump in at the deep end…

HUMANITY:
I was at the town library this morning. My town library is tiny, but cosy, and able to order in books from just about anywhere, as well as hiding some books on its shelves that you’d be hard pressed to find anywhere else.
It isn’t much, but I’ve been going there since I could read.
As much as I can’t stand the uppity, self-important-slash-extremely-insecure librarians, who wield their decimal powers like aristocrats whipping black slaves (and you just Know they are being Shat on at home), or the lack of seating, or the way everyone who walks into the library seems to think They are more entitled to your seat than You are (myself included), or the fact that it’s more of a hybrid kindergarten/after-school-program/youth-centre/special-needs-clinic/retirement-lounge/psych-unit/general-community-hangout than a library, where the plaque that used to say ‘Quiet’ has long since been danced into the carpet by teen krumpers and covered in baby spew and elderly drool… Wait, what was I saying?
Oh yeah, my library Sucks, but it’s My Library so I'm the only one allowed to say it, and that actually isn’t my point.
A guy walks in and goes up to the counter. He proceeds to tell the librarian that “you guys obviously don’t have a huge selection of books, although you do seem to have quite a few spiritchool ones”. He said this intentionally as a put down (and I had to smile to myself as the librarian sourly answered “So what exactly is your question?”, and laugh as the guy simultaneously showed off his obvious need for some spiritchooality),
and I just thought to myself ‘What’s the point?’

What’s the Fucking Point of saying something if all it’s designed to do is make yourself feel better by putting something or someone else down?

Uncle Scorpion says:
Take a deep breath before you speak, and take your Fuckin’ Foulness and keep it plugged up your arse where it belongs.
Or better yet, write a blog!!!
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LOVE:
The Mad Scorpion wants your opinions on this one.
Love is one of life’s greatest pleasures slash most disgusting ailments, and I want your answer to this question:

How do you, yourself, personally, know when you are in love?
What are your signs, what are your symptoms?
Do you smile on seeing your sweety, or choke on sighting your crush?

I’ll be sharing all of your embarrassing answers with only my close, personal readers.

The subject of Love is quite big. Expect it to be making regular appearances…

The Mad Scorpion thinks he has been in love twice, at best.
The first with a woman, the second with a man. Dun Dun DUUNNNNNN.
Does this mean he’s gay? Will he be in time to save the damsel in distress?
And here’s another question: Who cares?
Sex to me is mostly about, as Grandpa West would put it, getting my end away.
I’ve said it before and it even seems to have become my mantra, but quite frankly, for Me, every hole’s a goal. But as for this incessant need people to seem to have about placing you in a nice little labelled box so that They can understand you…
Well here’s what I have to say to that:
You Don’t Need To Understand Me. You Have No Business Even Trying.
I suggest everybody take a lot more interest in trying to work at and better themselves before they start worrying about others. Besides, you’ll only hurt your little brains trying. If I haven’t worked me out, what makes you think You have a shit show.
When people ask me “Are you gay?”, I just smile and say “Well that depends if I’m fucking a guy or not.” The looks on people’s faces when I say that are usually pretty priceless. But I digress.
I mention sexuality as I segue from sex to love. I’ll fuck anything (and have… I’ve been everywhere from the hottest of 18 year olds of both sexes, threesomes with every order of male to female proportion, to dishing out pity fucks to the troggiest of all beings – an obese pre-op transsexual… *shudder*), but when it comes to love… for me, it’s all about personality. At least, it has been in the past.
Now, as I grow older, and start to fantasise about – god help me – procreating, I wonder if that means I must commit myself to one sex only. That sex being female.
Of course, there is the gay marriage-adoption option, but that is a big step.
And a firm placement of myself on one side of the fence. Perhaps This is my biggest pobia… My inability to commit to a gender when it comes to a lasting union that might create children…

I knew I was in love with my girlfriend when she said she wanted to end it and I realised I’d care if she did, and I knew I was in love with a man when I was still caring long after the fact. But these are both moot to my point.
I never had a moment (before I was forced into thinking about it by circumstance) when overwhelming emotions swelled through me and the world got all shiny and new and I thought to myself ‘God I love *INSERT NAME HERE*’.
And this is what The Mad Scorpion wants to know.
Are those moments of Mad Love a myth? Or does that shit actually exist.
Give me Your views. The lines will be open all morning.
Maybe all of this will help me decide who or what I should fuck or love next.

The Mad Scorpion has only one true love anyway…
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MUSIC:
New and GOOD New Zealand Music has been spewing out into the atmosphere at quite an alarming rate lately. Even if stuff’s not quite my cup of tea (here’s lookin’ at you, Lisa Crawley), it’s still a far cry from the worst cup of sick on the market (I’ll give you Black Eyed, Peases Of Shit).
Rightly so, the VNZMA nominations were stuffed to the hilt with an abundance of new talent, and The Mad Scorpion would like to acknowledge the swelling of National Pride in his chest…
Fuckin’ rock it, Mutha Fuckas!!! The last year has been Excellent and Exceptional, and I put my dancing shoes on to ya whilst taking my hat off.

All Hail The New Rulers of New Zealand Music:
Antiform
J Williams
Kidz In Space
Kids of ‘88
Gin
Ladyhawke
Smashproof
Nesian Mystik
David Dallas
and Ladi 6.

Dear Tiki Tane (and, to a lesser extent, Dane Rumble), I hope you get raped behind the bike sheds with all the trophies these guys are gonna win this year. You suck. HARD.


THE MTV MUSIC VIDEO AWARDS:
Ok, so I may as well tell you all. Don’t hate me… but here it is. My biggest secret.
I love Madonna. She’s, like, my idol. Yes, even now, when she’s all sinewy and jagged.
And I’ve just been gobsmacked by her opening speech at the MTV Video Awards. There are three things that are OH MY GOD about this:

1. IT’S MADONNA. MADONNA is opening the show for someone other than herself - Michael Jackson! She isn’t there to promote her latest single, she isn’t there to make headlines by sucking the blood from… sorry, I mean pashing pop star tweenies… She’s just there to humbly acknowledge the death of another great musical stalwart. In fact, the most shocking thing about this, is that Madonna is being publically unselfish! I started wondering when she was gonna turn around and yell for one of her black slaves, I mean children, to get her something!
Of course, she can’t do any of this without comparing the King of Pop to Herself, The Queen of Pop. You know? The QUEEN of Pop?? The QUEEN, everyone.
ME. MADONNA. Just in case you all forgot.
Hey, there’s only so much giving a gal can do…

2. You can tell she wrote that speech herself. I bet she’s been writing some form of it since he died. The whole Jackson clan, and especially darling sister Janet, would have had to OK that speech. Which means maybe Madonna really has evolved, and reached out to allow the Jacksons the honour of her wise wise words.

3. Most shocking of all, she is dressed age appropriately! And looks Fantastic! GASP!!!

Taylor Swift, as annoying as she is, just pulled off a really cool performance. As did Lady Gaga, who started bleeding near the end and for a moment I thought she was having a very embarrassing moment onstage. In a leotard. Oh god, and now what red lace contraption has she got wrapped around her face… And just who the fuck is Russel Brand exactly? …Yeah yeah, you can tell me what he’s been in 'til the cows come home… but who the fuck IS he?

Kanyé West – What a dick. Go and play in traffic with ya mate Chris Brown, fucker.

Beyoncé… Your latest music has made me love you a lot lately. I’ve been calling you the Tina Turner of our generation to my friends. But what you did last night was BY FAR the most professional and graceful moment of the evening.
For those of you that don’t know (and/or care), Kanyé cut short the 19 year old Taylor’s award speech to announce his opinion (he thought it mattered! He hasn’t met me yet) that Beyoncé’s video was better, implying she should have won instead. He handed the mic back to a now speechless Swift, who reportedly ran offstage and bawled. Beyoncé sat through the whole thing mortified.
Later, when Beyoncé won Video Of The Year (an award that is ultimately better than Best Female Video anyway… Stupid Fuckin’ Kayne), she graciously gave over her speech time to Taylor and allowed her to finish.
And now, I love her even more. Yo, B. When you finish up with Jay Z, gimme a call.

Quote of the evening:
The guy from Cobra Starship saying Taylor Swift’s so good, he just gotta make her go bad...
Waa waa waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

OUTRAGEOUS FORTUNE:
Oh my god, was there a dry eye in anyone’s house last night???
I mean, I kinda knew it was coming… What, with Baby Jane and Van’s AWOL twins, there was just No Way they were going to have that many babies on the show.
But oooh, what a cruel, cruel twist of fate for Cheryl.
It had to happen, things were going far too well for her and Wayne really, and if you start to imagine an end point for the show – now that they’ve announced only One, count ‘em ONE more season after this (don’t they know all the best shows go for Seven seasons??? Buffy, Voyager, Harry Potter if you count books…) – Cheryl and Wolf have a lot of history… If anything was going to drive her back to his arms, it would be losing Wayne’s baby.
Poor, poor Wests…

MY PREDICTION:
The Wests are by now a New Zulind institution. It would only make sense for them to become nationally famous on the show...

THE SUNSHINE:
Don’t you just love it?

And on that note, the Scorpion scuttled away to stretch out on a rock.

Catch you next week, gentle readers.
Same Mad time. Same Mad channel.
And remember, if it itches, and you scratch it, it pays not to suck your fingers afterwards…

THE – MAD – SCORPION.