What would a year end blog post be with out a moving tribute to the people we lost… Well a lot of people died this year. And although I kinda loathe the fact that we cry over celebrity deaths when people who are kind and good die without recognition every single day. There has been one celebrity death this year that has moved the entire Monkee Kingdom; Continue reading 18.104.22.168.0
I see all the news is filled with these #Occupiers, people standing up and crying out against the socio-economic injustices that have always existed in this country and the world. I would love to be in the middle of it all. I would love to raise my fist and help topple the corrupt empire that I have railed against since I was a teenager. Yet, I feel like it is all in vain. I have been a part of many protest actions in my time. I was at A16 in Washington DC (despite being on Federal Probation in North Carolina at the time); I was tear-gassed and chased by cops. Running along-side a drunken Uncle Sam who said he was also on Federal Probation in Virginia and not supposed to leave the state either. I was in New York in 2002 protesting against the Iraq War when the police came through on horseback hitting anything that moved with black jacks; I dove on top of a teenage girl I had never met before to shield her from the officer’s baton. I took several cracks to my back that actually felt good because my back is shit after spending eight months in a federal prison for thinking I was an anarchist terrorist when I was 19. Believe me if anyone should be out there crowing about the end of this bullshit society it should be me. Continue reading #Occupydeeznuts; Let’s play Master and Servant
Thee Royal Monkee Armada Reader!: We’re still all Goonies. Continue reading Thee Royal Monkee Armada Reader!: We’re still all Goonies
They say celebrity deaths come in three’s! First it was Gary Coleman, then Dennis Hopper, now Rue McClanahan! Dixie Carter also passed recently as well as Art Linkletter. and lets not forget Ronnie James Dio! Continue reading Death Comes In Three’s-Bet on it!
While talking heads on the left and right point fingers and try to use this disaster as way to rally up their base and score political points the truth is this is something that affects us all Republicans, Democrats, (bat-Shit-crazy) Tea Baggers, Libertarians, and Anarchist. The ramifications of what is going on and the ineptitude of both BP and the Federal Government to control this will inevitably threaten all life on the planet. As species begin to disappear and the ripple effect is felt up the entire food chain generations from now our children’s grandchildren will find themselves either starving to death or completely dependent on genetically altered farm foods raised in laboratories. Continue reading Signs of the Apocalypse #1080
The other day the so-called leader of those hapless idiots known as The Tea Party, Mark Williams called the Islamic God a “Monkey God”! Upset over the fact that there are plans to build a mosque near their beloved Ground Zero, the right-wing nut job (who is a frequent guest on CNN) let loose a rambling dumb-ass diatribe on his blog? Again when did rednecks get so computer savvy? This further illustrates the ignorance (not to mention intolerance) of this group. Allah ( the Muslim diety) is not a Monkey-God! He’s not even close, he’s closer to the mythical Judeo-Christian God Yahweh, they each branch out from the fabled tribes of Abraham. This idiotic religious squabbling seems never ending. It would be a much better world if all of these douche bags got their collective heads out of the sand. Stop putting so much emphasis on a pathetic desert religion that has lost all meaning thousands of years ago. There is a Monkey-God out there that is far more worthy of your respect and devotion. Continue reading Get Yourself a Funky-Monkey-God!
Neither truly recognized as an artist or occultist, Austin Osman Spare was more than just both; he was the grand-father of modern Chaos and Sigil Magick. Despite having received various publications around the turn of the century, he remained virtually unnoticed until the late 1960s. Born in 1886, the son of a London police officer little is known about AOS’s childhood. After he attended the Royal College of Art, Spare found his vocation as an artist and illustrator; he was celebrated as an up-and-coming young artist. Continue reading The Grand-Father of Chaos