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Andy Warhol and the Concept, On Its Lonesome, of Fame

 Hello.  Relax.  I gonna' wing out a precept or two, if that's alright, and talk about some things people may disagree with.  No worries.  Any impact at all can be converted to fluff with few lazy words.  That is why this is happening in frivolous quiz game format.   Question:  Was Andy Warhol an (a.) white savior, or (b.) a hoary looking dildo?  The former thing, white savior, could be illustrated by Warhol's help in making artist Jean-Michel Basquiat famous.   The young artist gained fame, as intended, and his paintings sell for a load of money these days.  People have quazi-religious faith in the importance of the work and the individual.

For readers who feel that Andy Warhol was, in any or all ways, a dildo, Basquiat passed from a heroin overdose at age 28.  This old cow hand does not consider that to be Andy's fault, but one could cite an unwholesome environment attributed to Andy Warhol's Factory.  The house band, The Velvet Underground, was not famous for mental hygiene.  More the opposite.  Lou Reed was no beacon of safe, harmonious living.  He was a famous junkie.   This may all seem like a broad, abstruse heap of cereal treat material, those confections made from puffed rice and sweet  quazi-edible binding materials.  I may have to mitigate my position on fame and Warhol.

Fame.   He's gonna' live forever.  Fame.  It was a tool, an aegis and applied philosophy, a strategy, maybe a few other things.  Warhol was vocal about the power and wealth people are able to achieve  by making themselves, and others, e.g. persons associated with Warhol's Factory, famous.   Jean-Michel Basquiat.

Warhol deliberately and methodically made  Basquiat famous, and in short order increased the market value of Basquit's paintings.  Everyone living and breathing is welcome to agree or disagree that Warhol may have been in part responsible for Basquiat's untimely check out.  Are you not intrigued by this supposition?  Do you care that the word 'supposition' reminds me of 'suppository?'  Tangential, but perhaps we are all taking news and information up the ass.

No?  Sure.   Now I have to let the dogs out.  Your fault.  You are making me do this:  What if people are becoming school shooters out of a perverse, desperate need to achieve fame?  They get their dimpled little mugs on national news, their names are named thousands of times on the news and on true crime shows, all Crab Nebula of stars, one for each evil scum bag who does a mass shooting because some dildo wants to be famous, and can't do it by way of musical acumen.  They don't have it to paint pictures of Campbell's soup cans, or Brillo boxes.  Their only way to be famous is to kill, kill, kill.  Sick, sick, sick.  But Warhol did some cool art work.  We got a museum named after his white, white, white, white albino Campbell's soup eating ass.  He got famous.  He's gonna live forever...

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Euthenasia, Lobotomies on the cheap, more Thorazine, please

 

Folks of all stripes and feathers differ in their opinions on Vlad the Impaler.  Considered by some to have been a vicious sadist, or maybe a common megolomaniac in the imaginations of people, people like me, who have a  habit of ratiocinating.   I can't help it.  I am a ratiocinating fool.    And it may be important and necessary to compare differing interpretations of similar what-the-fuck-evers. There are I.Q. tests to see who the fuck can deal like a champ with analogies.   Me.  Huckleberry.  It's an initiative to achieve greater understanding of what the fuck ever.

 Divination is just such an initiative, by Jove.   It's a job for we metaphoric fuckers.   Fuck me for interloping, but it could be said that fucking Watson and fucking Crick discovered the ass-humping DNA molecule by process of divination.  Of a search.  Their search for what ever,  hot, like a pack of trained dogs, on finding the origin, the processes all trillion of them, that make plants, animals and us what they fuck it all fucking is.   The scientific methods, naturally, a fuck load of the goddam things.    I'm canine in a similar, comparative way, in coming to grips of Vlad the Impaler.  There is a golconda of things analogous to Vlad.

Let's not get off on the wrong sharpened pole.  We all know people have more in common than not.  This is a pop unifying principle whipped out virtually everywhere in feeble attempts at making life better than it is.   Here we have Watson, Crick and Vlad the Impaler, all compared to one another, and to the remaining billions of smiling, farting stupid Earthlings.    The limitless capacities held by great people are as prone to ruckus same as is life for dim, low, drooling morons.  I wish to extend reasonable thought to Vlad's way of dealing the chickenshit lousy people.   In some regards, in not all, he appears to have made a wise decision in becoming an impaler.  Thanks for reading.

Maybe all megolomaniacs, modern ones, too, are Vlad in sheep's clothing.   Gates.   Musk.   Bernie Madoff,   But let's limit chat to deterrent tactics.  Of interest here:  leaving dozens of poor dead souls run through and gruesomely suspended from long young saplings, cut and shaved for making a gruesome spectacle.  It scares the living shit out of trespassers, sabateurs, foreign meddlers, and most all all, any disrespectful classless piece of shit who annoys people.  Vlad had the right idea about people.  They are shitty.  Thanks for reading.

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 Society, with all its individuals and groups, can be rather primitive, in spite of a few centuries of social progress.  People care about justice, and violate it.  People resort to doing wrongful things out of a nervous, skittish need for justice.   I watched a news show about the woman who is going to jail because her physically unattractive son is a convicted school shooter.  She’s accused of not preventing the tragedy.

Too often people go nuts looking for a guilty party.    Hell.  Our court system is announcing, by mainstream media, that not only should school shooters go to hell, their mums and pops should also go to hell.    That lady who just got convicted of negligent homicide, she going.  She going to Hell.  Her stupid, ugly kid is going to hell for committing homicides, and his mother is going to Hell for spawning that ugly piece of shit.

School shootings are a copycat crime in all cases.  In all cases the shooter is imitating what shooters, past, did.   With innovation and a sense of culture, the culture of school shooters.

I believe that shooter’s mother was just convicted of murder in lieu of a conviction against the mainstream media.  The mom was at worst a shit head in the matter, and it’s not against the law to be stupid in the US.   No one went broke underestimating American taste.   There’s  a sucker born every minute. Losing gracefully is like getting kissed by your sister.   Show me a graceful loser and I’ll show you a loser.   All that said, steer clear of witch hunts where possible.  Don’t burn portly  women for having a lousy piece of shit for a kid.  Blame the mainstream media for the epidemic of violence.

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I took a picture of some of the healing crystals I’ve been buying lately.   Differing types of quarts, agate, hematite, and whatever else cures everything from hangnail to decapitation.  Germs fuck off at the sight of green aventurine.   Healing crystals communicate with germs and pathogens.  They say to them, “You get your ass the fuck out of here, asshole.”

RSV germs, they listen, and fuck off.   All strains of N1H1 shit themselves with remorse and fear when you walk towards them wearing  amethyst.  

Antibiotics are  fine for common mortals who have no power over illness.  But how fucking stupid to subsume the supernatural.   Was the Spanish Inquisition some pussy’s idea of a prank?  Or… are people serious about their superstitions?   Ever watch a Tarzan movie?  Remember Jerry Falwell, Jim and Tammy Baker…    Healing crystals.   Only the inferior take pharmaceuticals.  

 

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