Youdopia, it doesn’t get much better than Alan Moore giving a reading from Robert Anton Wilson’s Masks Of The Illuminati. This is from one of Bob’s memorial services. I miss him. I almost met him. He sent my roommate a copy of Orson Welle’s F For Fake in the mail, simply because my roommate wrote him and asked where he could find a copy. I love Uncle Bob, and I miss him greatly. I’m proud to have been one of the few who helped finance his great DVD Maybe Logic. Please enjoy. fnord. It’s the Coolest Shit Ever, for sure.

Poor boys and pilgrims with families, and we’re all going to Graceland.

I knew Obama was going to win when his grandma died the night before the election. That’s mythic. When you’re dealing with something this big, you expect mythic actions. President-Elect Obama has the dubious distinction of being an Archetype.  That’s good and bad. On one hand, he’s a virtual demigod, and his name already will live forever. How many children were created on Election night, and how many will be named Barack? Time will tell. That’s the upside.

The downside is that Mr Obama can never live up to the hype. Of course, the last young, vibrant couple who took over the White House and shook things up were the Kennedys.  The Clintons… wolves in sheep’s clothing there. That’s a belabored point, but a valid one. It’s not easy being a manifestation of the Zeitgeist. When the spirit leaves him, he’ll just be a man (Father, Father, why have you forsaken me?), and the collective doesn’t really want a man. The Sun smiled upon George W once, remember? (twice if we’re talking elections) Now he’ll be lucky to get a job in the Garden Center at the Crawford Wal-Mart.

May you live in interesting times. Indeed.

Btw- That creature is still slouching toward Bethlehem.

Fiend Loathing Itself - Painting by John Lindquist

Youdopia is a rotten borough. A failed state. The emperor has no clothes.  He lived years of his life thinking he was an ok person, but alas… not so much. He is the demon. There is something to genetics after all.

He is the fuck he never wanted to be. Beyond pathos,  the psychic version of the ubiquitous fat person melting into the couch. He is an unformed, jellylike unformed larva. A maggot in the shell of a man.