Sunday, November 01, 2026

BOOZE or Mykel's Blog for November 2026


 

You’re STILL Wrong

or
Mykel's

NOV 2026 Blog/Column
by Mykel Board

   BOOZE

The captain has three bottles of beer in his pockets, and therefore life is extremely good.
                    – Jon Kalman Stefansson

 If something bad happens, you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens, you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.
                –Charles Bukowski

The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind.
                – Humphrey Bogart

When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading.
                – Henny Youngman

Sometimes too much to drink is barely enough.
                
– Mark Twain


SCENARIO ONE: Tenth grade biology class: It’s frog dissection day. The jars of floating frogs have been brought down from the shelves and one placed at each work station. The frogs are still wet from the liquid.

“Miss Reinheimer?” I say. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Yes Mickey,” replies the teacher. “What is it?”

“What is this stuff that the frog was in, keeping it ready for our knives?”

“It’s green tea,” she answers. “It keeps them from falling apart.”


SCENARIO TWO: I sit in an alcove at CVS, waiting for the woman in white to come ask me to roll up my shirt sleeve so she can stick the flu-needle in my skin and save me from coughing for the rest of the winter. Ah, here she is.

“It is Mister Board, isn’t it?” she asks.

“That’s me,” I answer, “I’m guessing you want me to roll up my sleeve.”

She smiles and nods. Then she stands next to me with an open bottle of Diet Coke. She presses a puff of cotton against the top of the bottle, soaking it with the liquid. Then she rubs the liquid against my arm and follows that with the plunge of a needle.


SCENARIO THREE: You’re depressed. Your best friend has just jumped to her death from the top of a 30- story building. Your mom finally succumbed to that bang on the head she got in a car crash with a huge Amazon delivery truck. Your abortion succeeded, but the baby’s body was accidentally brought past you. You can see it was horribly deformed… just one big eye. When you’re released from the hospital you head for the kitchen… looking for liquid solace. You find it in a huge bottle… of grape Gatorade.

Of course these things only happen in imagination. You know they can’t be true. The preservatives used for dissecting animals is formaldehyde… made from processed alcohol. Before you get a vaccine, or injection of any kind, the doctor rubs your arm with alcohol… to prevent infection. When one thing after another goes wrong in your life, it’s not Gatorade you turn to but a bottle of Southern Comfort.

Diet Coke, Green Tea and Gatorade are healthy. Booze is not. THAT’S WRONG.

The purpose of this month’s blog is to show that… again… everything you know is wrong and here’s another example.

Why do the Jews have special blessings over wine? Why not over vegetable juice? Jesus turned water into wine… Why not soy milk? Catholics think of the blood of Jesus as red wine.

In Shinto, sake is consumed as part of “purification rituals.” The sake is served to the gods as well as to the religious followers. People drink it to communicate with those gods. Also, the sharing of sake between participants in a Shinto ceremony is seen as a means of fostering friendship and strengthening the bonds within the community.

Wikipedia describes this for Taoism: In Taoist rituals and practices, alcohol also plays a role as an offering and a means of connecting with the divine. An alcoholic beverage is often used in religious ceremonies and as an offering to the ancestors. The use of alcohol in Taoist rituals can symbolize purification, blessings, and the establishment of a sacred space.

This is typical for the Japanese. Nomu, in Japanese, means “to drink.” They have invented the word nomunication where ideas are exchanged while drinking-- usually beer or sake. It’s common in Japanese business discussions… but I think it works everywhere.

The list goes on. And think about it… who would you rather be, a Taoist or a Mormon? And if a religion older than 2000 years says booze is the body or the blood of God, they must’ve got it from somewhere.

As for nomunication: Would you rather discuss capital finance… or capitalISM... over prune juice or over Michelob?

There is something about booze that is holier… healthier… more human... than any bottle of Gatorade or Ensure. It’s been that around since about 7000 BC, when the Chinese discovered it… much to their --and the world’s-- delight. The Old Testament mentions wine several times. Noah, of and the ark fame, got sloshed after the flood. He fell asleep naked and was covered up by his daughters. This is not a negative! It shows compassion on the part of the daughters and an understanding of the horrible ordeal that Noah suffered guiding that boat filled with two of every animal. Somebody had to feed the skunks!

And what about drinking age? Except for the Muslim countries where alcohol is prohibited, the US has the highest drinking age of any country in the world. In Russia and Austria the drinking age is 16. What else do we have age limits for?: voting, driving, sex… all useful or/and fun activities. Just having a drinking age shows how much we deeply respect drinking.

The internet says: It’s not uncommon for European nations to serve alcohol to a child as young as five years old. Many Jewish kids experience their first taste of drunkenness with the four cups of wine required on Passover.

This year the US government recommendations changed from 2 drinks a day… especially red wine… to ZERO because any amount of of alcohol causes cancer..

By now, you’ve probably heard the chorus… you may be part of it.

Hey buckaroos, EVERYTHING causes cancer. I found a listing on an internet “health site” that says:

Indoor Tanning lights, Outdoor sun tanning, Smoking including someone else's smoking, bacon, sausages, beef and lamb, any barbecued meats, Trans fat (fat-shaming? Trans-shaming?), flying in an airplane, painting your nails, tap water (and not only in Flint!), and Styrofoam: all cause cancer.

This is fear mongering… and bullshit. Health becomes a value that’s further and further a list of things NOT to do… and it is based on INDIVIDUAL actions, what YOU eat or don’t eat… smoke or don’t smoke… drink or don’t drink. What about your neighbors… society… your country?

The top ten countries in longevity are Monaco, San Marino, Hong Kong, Japan, South Korea, Saint Barthelemy, Andorra, French Polynesia, Switzerland and Australia. The US ranks number 62. Most of those top ten countries are small, obscure places that may share long insular histories. The only country in the top 10 comparable to the US is Australia – slightly larger than the US, with a history of being a British Colony and worldwide immigration. So how do they compare in alcohol consumption? The per capita consumption of alcohol in the U.S. is 9.8 liters a year. (For me that’d be a month.) Australia – number 10 in the longest-lived countries – 11.2 liters a month.

I know. I know. My drinking buddy Mark Twain also complained that there are three kinds of lies: lies, damn lies, and statistics.

So though my numbers don’t PROVE anything, they do show a trend. You can have a healthy group of people… who are miserable. When I go to the gym, I’m miserable. Wearing a non-offensive T-shirt and sweat pants (even a gym is not enough incentive to put me in shorts!), I sit on an uncomfortable seat… two black pads pushing my legs apart. My job is to bring my knees together as many times as possible… gradually increasing the weight. I have to fight after every 10 pushes. Then I switch machines to one where the pads are on the outside of my legs and I have to separate the legs instead of bringing them together.

To my surprise, I’m better at keeping my knees together than spreading my legs!! That’s does not coincide with my self-image. I’ve always considered myself as one who is quick to spread… but I guess as I get older…

That’s side-tracking. The point is that I’m miserable. Doing one painful thing after another… among other (mostly) guys also doing one painful thing after another. Why? For health! Health is causing the body pain, eating disgusting rabbit food, going to bed before the bars close, getting up before Dolly Parton had to be at work. Health is annoying, uncomfortable, I make an effort and have a heart attack anyway.

My nextdoor neighbor, Jack, who I hardly know, is up before me. Every morning and most evenings I hear a sound like someone repeatedly... and heavily... punching a pillow. I haven’t asked him what he’s doing because I fear it might be something… er… personal. But in my mind it’s some exercise… something “healthy.”

This is a pre-Boardian view of health. What I’m thinking about now is to expand health. Change it from ME to US. When I go to the doctor, I have to wait my turn, usually several minutes past the appointed time. But when I’m in the exam room, there are at least 4 other people there. There’s the Doc, and 3 students.

“We use this to keep a baseline on blood pressure… and don’t forget to account for the increase in pressure caused just by being at the doctor…”

The doctor is explaining my blood pressure to the students. He’s instructing them as he examines me. I think it’s great… more than a health check for me, it’s a kind of classroom. That’s a good kind of WE health. That is health that teaches others about health.

But there’s another kind of WE in health. I see on TV that some towns in New Jersey are suffering a “cancer cluster.” Evidently the towns developed on top of toxic dump sites that spewed poisons into the land and air. Those poisons caused a GROUP of cancers in those towns. That’s also the WE of health. Side Note: My proofreader tells me she grew up in a “leukemia cluster” in East Rutherford NJ.

Yes! Yes! I think. We need some WE health. Lately, I’ve been reading about BLUE ZONES. These are areas of the earth where the general population lives longer lives. Science seems to be getting better in answering WHY about these zones. Of course, they include individual stuff like diet, but they also include measurements like “frequent social interactions.” Here in the US (and probably other places) COVID has labeled person-to-person interactions as dangerous. I’ll tell you what’s dangerous: FACETIME and ZOOM are dangerous. COVID, like polio, is controllable with a vaccine. Isolation is not.

This is where alcohol comes in. Sure, some people drink alone, but I say the problem with that is not the drink part, but the alone part. Alcohol is a social drug. Its number one quality is to bring people together… not to separate them. The four-cups-of-wine seder is at least a family together. Often more than that. My sister and I were always bringing friends to the feast and mom would open a few extra boxes of matzoh for the company… along with another bottle of Manischewitz. Lately, I’ve been going to Chabad seders where dozens of Jews down their four cups in joyous unity.

The happiest times of the week for me are Drink Club on Thursdays at the Peculier Pub, Drink Club Lite on Sundays, at the Bleecker Street Bar, and Drink Club Secret on Tuesdays, at… I can’t tell you where.

The US ranks 23rd in the World Happiness list (Finland is first, then Iceland, then Denmark. Most unhappy is Afghanistan… a booze-prohibited country.) These happy countries rank at least 30 positions higher than the US in booze consumption.

I understand that some people are physically addicted. I know that too much booze can cause car crashes, and damage the liver. Too much of anything can be unhealthy or bad in another way. Too much sugar can cause diabetes. Too much sex can give you chafing. Too much money can turn you into Elon Musk. But it’s the TOO part of TOO MUCH that’s the problem, not the adverb. Take water, that healthiest liquid. Too much water can drown you. Does that mean water is a bad thing?

Unlike the drugs like vaccines that PREVENT things from happening… or like antibiotics… that stop things already done, alcohol ENCOURAGES things… good things. Laughter, song, dance, they’re all encouraged by alcohol. Enemies smooch… or something sexier… with alcohol. A night of strangers together at Drink Club (https://drinkclubnyc.org) will forge deeper relationships than sitting together at a dozen Noam Chomsky lectures.

Alcohol is a health food. It’s one of the few that not only helps the consumer, but helps groups of consumers. It’s why people have more fun when drinking alcohol, than when drinking water. Alcohol dissolves differences… turns hate into love… changes annoyance into entertainment. When I’m drinking with strangers, the strangers become friends. When I’m drinking with friends, the friends become better friends. It’s no accident that Donald Trump is a non-booze drinker. Alcohol is a drink of being WE! Donny The Trump is too much of a ME guy to go for the booze.

See you in hell, 
Mykel Board


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→ LAST MINUTE ADDITION: I just found that Sardinia in Italy has double the alcohol consumption of Italy in general… beer consumption around 60 liters per person per year. It is also the healthiest place in Italy… and home to the top longevity place in Europe.

–> I BET BEER WAS INVOLVED DEPT: The NY Post reports that a New York resident saw footage from his Ring camera. It showed an Amazon delivery driver pissing in the hall outside his apartment, peeing all over the floor and furniture. "He walked straight back there as if he'd done it a hundred times, like second nature," the resident reported. "I had shoes in the hallway, a chair in the hallway, a table in the hallway and he was peeing and splashing everywhere." The victim complained to Amazon, who offered him a $50 coupon as consolation. The resident declined the offer.

→ THIS ONE TOO: Anxious to heed nature's call, a man in Rosenberg, Texas, crashed his car into a Krogers... on purpose, KVUE TV reported that the unidentified man, who police later learned was upset that the store was locked, drove his car through the pharmacy doors in order to use the restroom. No injuries were reported.

-→PROBABLY NOT THIS ONE: This from a Canadian source: A British Columbia city council candidate whose humorous campaign signs went viral appears to have won his election, despite branding himself as “unqualified.”
    Brady Rogers gained attention online for his Kelowna City Council campaign signs, which bore slogans such as "I barely want to do this," "Just trying to pay my rent," "Fine. I'll do it," and "How hard can it be?"
    Even Rogers' campaign website opens with the message: "Do I enjoy politics? No. Do I know what I'm doing? No. But am I qualified? Also no."
    Preliminary results from the local municipal election show Rogers receiving 12,635 votes, coming in fourth among the 37 candidates. If those election results are certified. Rogers' seat on the 9-member city council will be guaranteed.



LINKS:


I'll soon be posting in Substack as well as Blogger. I want to thank Jim Testa for helping me set it up. There’s been a delay in getting started. Keep an eye out

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Read or/and subscribe to Jim at https://jimtestanj.substack.com

I just heard from Luciano Pires who explains he’s: a musician, illustrator and writer and I run a YouTube channel called Electric Acid, dedicated to strange, obscure and forgotten music. The channel explores everything from underground noise, industrial and experimental music to bizarre one-off records, marginal scenes, forgotten artists and musicians who somehow slipped through the cracks of music history.

I’m especially interested in the stories behind the music — the records that sound like they shouldn’t exist, the artists who operated completely outside the mainstream, and the strange connections between different underground scenes.

You can find Electric Acid at: https://www.youtube.com/@Electricacid

I’m happy to present the art of Sarah Thobe… who paints personalities as part of her portraits. Check her out at https://sarathobe.com/.

And it was great to hear from my very long-time friend, Fred Lonberg-Holm. Celloman extraordinaire. You can hear him at https://fredlonberg-holm.bandcamp.com/album/the-return-of

Anthony Allen Begnal asked me to mention his Hardcore Conversation You Tube channel, and I’m happy to do so here.

Longtime scene/zinester Robb Roemershauser has restarted the Above Ground Zine Library. The Zine library doesn’t yet have an address at the location but, feel free to donate zines that you no longer want to the Aboveground Zine Library 2100 Sawmill Road Apt. 22-202, New Orleans, LA 70123. The Zine library will be located in the upper 9th ward on a busy street.

My pal Matt Sheahan says: “You can link to my website - www.matthewsheahan.com or my Substack - https://politenewyorker.substack.com/ .” Matt is a great musician and very funny guy.

My Kenyan pal, Albert Melody shares a facebook adventure in one of those great Kenyan national parks. Guess who he shared the adventure with!!! You can read about it here. Albert also has a blog at: Albertomelody.blogspot.com

Teddy Labato has a “lo-fi noise” link to his band Check it out.

It’s About Time dept: Finally, a book about Hungarian Punk  put out by Puke and Vomit records.   Great scene there and I was glad to have contact with bands like Der Trottel and Tizedesz. Glad to have been a (very small) part of that scene. 

Zine fans can find my list of old zines that I want to get rid of (aka sell)
here. Which reminds me, it’s time to donate some stuff to the Above ground Library
Here are some other contacts to make:

Teddy Lobato’s band can be found at 
https://www.facebook.com/THEBASSMANsPSYCHEDELICNOISE

Karl De Winton sent me a link to his bandcamp DJ stuff. https://share.google/5sTnXjgMkFbiWQvzA NSFW… but then again,
that depends on your job. 

Dan Hetrick asked me “How 'bout us punk rawk programmers?” And offers http://merk.chat  Free chat for the people!

I’ve talked about Bob Cutler before. But he has more to offer than DYSTOPEKA https://chrometuna.com/https://theklusterfux.com

Riot Division makes its musical offering at: 
https://www.facebook.com/riotdivision

Barstool Revolution Zine is on facebook at https://www.facebook.com/people/Barstool-Revolution-Zine/61557909822199/

Rina Borei shows off her inflatable Octopus on Instagram at: @oona.frost

Jim Testa, friend, journalist, editor, musician and wordsmith, (he appears in this post) has an interesting substack about music and more. You can find it here.

Sid Yiddish sent me this link to all his videos. It’s a great place to start, especially if you don’t know him. 

I did a nice interview with The Aither zine. Interesting questions, complete, and questions I’ve never been asked before. You can read it .here It’s a good one. 

Here’s Ricardo Wang with a “micro-label” in Seattle “specializing in 8-track tapes and CDs. WOW! Check out one of their label staples: The Dead Air Fresheners, best band name of the year. 

Also on bandcamp: My very long time faves in NYC, the BLACKOUT SHOPPERS. Featuring pals Seth and possibly the next vice-president of the US

Sid Yiddish has posted a video of a show done for WZRD in Chicago. Great live performances, and if you catch the video around the 20+ minute point you might see a familiar face doing the lyrics to his songs (some unrecorded) as poetry. You’ll find it here.  

And this sounds right up Sid’s alley. The Bilderberg Jazz Arkestra on Bandcamp!

Eric Grayson has an online music review zine, Sobriquet. Full pictures of the sleeves too! Something missing from too many zines. Sometimes you CAN judge a… er… book… by its cover. 

Steen Thomsen is a Dane I’ve known ever since Lincoln was shot. I put his band THE ZERO POINT on the great WORLD CLASS PUNK Cassette for ROIR. It must be worth a mint now. I don’t have any left, I’m afraid. You can (and should connect to the Zero Point) connect to the Zero Point on facebook. Tell ‘em Mykel’s blog sent you. 

Sorry Dorothy, we are STILL in Kansas. And it’s as weird as OZ. Check out Bob Cutler’s DISTOPEKA. 

You already know Murder & Mayhem zine… those guys who did the Mykel Board centerfold. (No genitals shown… and probably for the better.) Their online version is here.

The Clean Boys from Denmark are also longtime friends of mine. In Denmark we recorded as The Bend-over Boys.  Only one 10-inch available… but at least now I can say I have a 10-incher! 

Finally, for this month, Margaret O’Brien asked me to include the site: anti-war.com They seem to be folks after my own heart. I’m glad they didn’t call it “anti-defense.”

Oh yeah, then there’s me. I have a blog of stuff I’ve written mostly from last century. You might enjoy it. Then again, you might not. It’s here. 

Let me know if you have a blog… or a print zine… or a YouTube and want to be added to the list. You show me yours… you’ve already seen mine. mykelboard@gmail.com

Wednesday, September 30, 2026

ALL YOU NEED IS HATE or Mykel's October Blog Post

 

Monday, August 31, 2026

You’re STILL Wrong

or
Mykel's

OCT 2026 Blog/Column
by Mykel Board

                                            ALL YOU NEED IS HATE


If there’s one kind of speech that needs constitutional protection, it’s hate speech. Who else is going to protect it?

--Jim Goad


The claim "hate speech is not free speech" implies "free" is a type of speech, as opposed to how speech is treated in a free society.

-- Michael Malice


The concept of “microaggression” is just one of many tactics used to stifle differences of opinion by declaring some opinions to be “hate speech,” instead of debating those differences in a marketplace of ideas. To accuse people of aggression for not marching in lockstep with political correctness is to set the stage for justifying real aggression against them.

- Thomas Sowell


Calling something "hate speech" is nothing more than another totalitarian attempt to subjugate free speech.

-- Colin M. McGroarty


It’s 2:30 in the afternoon. I have an appointment at the dentist... some kind of molar problem… whenever I bite down my jaw responds with a pain like a kick in the balls. Luckily, I don’t have far to go. From home… ten minutes to Washington Square Park... diagonal walk along the park path to the West Side… three minutes from there to the dentist’s office.

I’m off. In the elevator to the street the pain starts on its own. No need to bite. It’s just there… and getting worse. I wind my way through the new NYU students looking at their phones… snapping pictures of each other. Ah, there’s the entrance to the park… straight line from the Southeast corner, past the (non-working) central fountain… up to the Northwest corner.

Pow! I’m in the park. There’sthe Garibaldi statue… (“Mickey,” I remember my father telling me when I still had my baby teeth. “That statue is famous. It turns its head whenever a virgin passes.” My mother laughed. I didn’t get it.)… Up to the path… a bunch of girls… clearly part of the new NYU future meat market... block the entire path... taking turns photographing each other. From one side to the other… sometimes one-by--one… sometimes a camera sitting on a trashcan edge… set on remote. There’s no way to pass them. I hate them.

I feel an anger grow inside me… I glare at them… “What’s your problem mister?” asks one of the girls.

“My problem?” I say. “I’ll show you my fuckin’ problem!”

I grab the phone off the wastebin and slam it onto the ground. One of the girls screams. I step on the phone... grinding it under the heel of my sneaker… listening to the crunch of glass and electronics. More of the girls scream, then scatter. I walk to the corner and then half a block to the dentist’s.

THE NEXT DAY: First I gotta tell ya… I hate people who ride their bikes on the sidewalk. Mostly delivery guys… mostly riding the opposite way of street traffic… and it’s not only pedal bikes, but E-bikes. F-you E-bikes!!!

It’s cloudy today. Heavy rain in the forecast. I carry a heavy black umbrella… handle like a samurai sword. Walking on the sidewalk… south. All vehicular traffic goes south on this part of Broadway. I’m headed toward my favorite halal food truck. Lamb gyro… mmmm boy! When I get to Houston Street, an asshole bike rider… on the sidewalk, of course… turns from Houston onto Broadway. Missing me by an inch or so.

In a fencing move that would make Errol Flynn proud, I raise my left hand above my head and stick my umbrella into the spokes of the bike rider. CRAAAAACK! I can’t tell if it’s the sound of the umbrella or the bike wheel. In any case, the bike stops… the rider doesn’t. He flies over the handlebars… CHUWOP! Landing ass-first on the front wheel… bouncing off… falling in front of the still-moving bike. Hitting the sidewalk with his head… There’s a bloody splash. It brings a smile to my face.

FLASH AHEAD A FEW DAYS: New fitness tracker watch… getting a workout today. 10,000 steps… That’s a hundred short blocks… 20 long ones. I keep this 10,000 step goal in mind and on my watch. It’s late, so I have to hurry. After midnight the watch resets. I like the night… the cooler air… the quieter streets.

I’ve been working on stickers. I get lots in the mail, but lately they haven’t been peelable. The outlines don’t match the sticker cuts… sometimes there’s no sticker cuts at all. For some reason, I often need one of those retracting razor knives… I have one hanging from a screw in every room. The kitchen one gets the most work… but tonight it’s the bedroom/livingroom one... cutting stickers. I look up. See the clock. It says 10:40. That means it’s 10 o’clock. Time to leave for my walk.

[NOTE: All the clocks in my apartment are set 40 minutes fast. The average time for a subway ride… including wait time… is around half an hour. Then, there’s walking from the stop to wherever I’m going. Setting the clocks ahead enables me to teleport. I have to be somewhere at noon… I leave at noon… I’m on time.]

Without thinking, I slip the razor knife into my back pocket and put on my We Have Come For Your Children T-shirt. (At home, I never wear a shirt.) I take the elevator downstairs and go out onto the street. I walk all the way to the end of Bleecker Street and cross over to where CBGBs used to be. Then I head up The Bowery to Joey Ramone Place (aka Second Street) and turn right. The sidewalk is pretty empty, though there is a guy standing in a doorway, lighting a cigarette. As I pass him, he laughs.


“That’s some t-shirt,” he says. “I guess I’m lucky I don’t have children.”

He laughs again, steps off the stoop and intentionally walks in front of me. I try to pass him, but he keeps shifting to the right and left to slow me down. The fucker! I hate the guy. A sudden breeze stirs up the dust and pollen from the street. I can feel my nose drip. I reach into my back pocket for my kerchief and find the razorblade knife. I hold it in my right hand.

Yes! Just the two of us on an empty dark street. Yes! Yes! Yes!

Sliding the blade to USE position, I hold the knife in my right hand. I tiptoe up close to the guy in front of me and kick out my right leg. BE-KANG! BE-KANG! I dance the leg into the back of his knees. Down he goes. Barely catching himself against the sidewalk. BALOO-EY, I’m on top of him, forcing him down… chest touching the sidewalk. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

Using the V of my right arm. I bend his head up, stretching his neck. I got ‘im now! I slide the knife across his neck. Ear-to-ear. That should make him kosher.

“Okay buckaroo, you want to smile at the Dead Boys? I’ll give you a full neck smile. Laugh out your adam’s apple, asshole! Welcome to the real Dead Boys!

I watch the shadow of blood trickle from his open neck down my hand and arm. A puddle forms on the sidewalk.

SHIT, here comes Literary Device… just as things are getting good.

“Okay, Mykel,” she says. “It’s time you cut the crap and get to the point. Everyone who’s ever read you knows that killing/accident-creating crap you wrote is bullshit… and probably the smashed phone is bullshit too. What’s the point?”

“You’re the literate one.” I answer. “You gotta explain the difference between fiction and non. I don’t. YOU have to be there whenever I do anything incredible and then tell the readers not to cred it.”

“I’m doing it for a reason,” I continue. “I got a point to prove.”

“And what’s the point?” she asks. “I figure it’s got something to do with hate.”

“Yes,” I yell at her. “It’s got EVERYTHING to do with hate. And if you were something more than a literary device I’d throw you into the meat grinder too!”

She laughs. But she has a point… and needs an explanation. So do you.

Maybe you could guess from the quotes and the title of this post. Yes, I’m writing about hate. But first let’s make sure we know what it is.

The dictionary says HATE is:

intransitive verb
To feel strong dislike for or hostility toward
EXAMPLE: "rivals who hate each other."

To feel dislike or distaste for.
EXAMPLE: "hates washing dishes; hates to get up early."

The key words here… at least for me to make my point... are TO FEEL. Hate is a feeling. It is not an action (although it may precede action). The fictional actions I used at the beginning of this blog are NOT hate. They were caused by the (fictional) hate I felt but they were not the hate itself.

Get it? Hate speech is an oxymoron… like loud smell. Hate is a feeling… not an action… even if that action is making words. My examples were (fictional) actions (not) caused by feelings of hate. I really do hate sidewalk bicycles, deliberately slow walkers and masses of selfie-takers on sidewalks. But I don’t take violent action on that hatred.

Hate speech is SPEECH. It may be uncomfortable… but that doesn’t mean it should be prohibited. It is only SPEECH.

Can you imagine if ALL uncomfortable kinds of speech were prohibited? Let’s see:

My mom died yesterday. I’m so sad. She was so important in my life….

Grief speech!!!! A week in jail! You know how bad that makes OTHER people feel? Keep your grief to yourself. Who knows whose eyes you’ll bring tears to? Stop grief speech before it spreads!

Loneliness speech!!! The isolation! Can you get more depressing than I have no friends… No one loves me... or even thinks about me?

If you FEEL lonely, don’t spread the feeling to those few around you. Suck it up. You know how awful loneliness makes others feel? Stop it! If you don’t stop it, we’ll turn your loneliness into claustrophobia. Make friends with the person in the next prison cell… THAT’LL solve the problem. Your loneliness is YOUR problem. The world shouldn’t have to suffer by you talking about it.

Get it?
Grief speech, loneliness speech, hate speech are only speech. And one of the few great things about the US is its commitment to Free Speech. Yeah, I know you can’t shout fire in a crowded theater… unless you believe there is really a fire. And that means you CAN shout FIRE… especially if you see some burning curtains. As the Trump administration attempts to censor late-night TV hosts for their speech, it’s important that we keep up the fight against censorship. That we allow people to talk about anything they FEEL. And hate is exactly that: a feeling.

We can censor ACTIONS ...like sticking an umbrella into bicycle spokes... but feelings and verbal expressions of those feelings should NOT be censored.

Yes, there are borderline cases. The world would be better if Y were dead…. is different from You should kill Y. Both of those are different from handing someone a machine gun and saying go out and kill Y. There are no easy answers… but we should, at least, have the freedom to talk about it.

See you in hell,
Mykel Board

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→ FULL OF SHIT DEPT: "So this is an interesting case, she thinks the neighbor is having relations with her husband so she pushes her way into the victim's house and then throws poop on the victim, a bucket of poop." That is an actual quote from the judge during a recent bond hearing in Miami. NBC reported that Yirsi Machado-Rivera was arrested on charges of burglary and battery after attacking her neighbor with a bucket of human feces. Machado-Rivera told police that she did, in fact, have such a bucket that she was using while her toilet was out of commission; however, she denied dumping the doody, instead claiming that the neighbor attacked her with a bat. Full story at: https://www.nbcmiami.com/news/local/miami-woman-threw-bucket-of-poop-on-neighbor-she-accused-of-sleeping-with-husband-cops-say/3856371/

→ NOT QUITE SHIT DEPT: Today.com reported that a Georgia second grade teacher Candy Sydney-Browning created a "gas station" in her classroom for students who just need to let one rip. "I have a very weak stomach, so I cannot take it," Sydney-Browning said. The gas station is marked with a yellow sign that reads "GUSTY WINDS AREA," and students are not required to raise their hands to ask permission to visit the gas station. Sydney-Browning said some initially turned around or smiled when someone needed to visit the gas station, but soon no one was paying attention. "It just became a norm," she said. Full story at: https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/other/georgia-teacher-has-fart-corner-that-lets-students-pass-gas-without-disruptions-this-is-genius/ar-AA2b8PEe

→ SO BEING NAKED IS SEXUAL HARASSMENT, HUH? DEPT: So all that Italian sculpture is nasty, right? Kiante Matlock of Houston was playing a video game when he got a notification that his DoorDash order had arrived. When he checked his Ring camera, he saw his delivery driver was nude. Matlock threw his food away and asked DoorDash for a refund, which they promptly issued. In a statement, a DoorDash spokesperson called the driver's behavior "vulgar and completely unacceptable. "We do not tolerate sexual harassment or misconduct of any kind, and we stand ready to assist law enforcement with any investigation." In Denmark, my favorite country, the law requires that naked people be allowed in public places-- especially public beaches. I wish I could afford to live there. Full Houston story is at: https://people.com/doordash-driver-caught-on-delivering-food-naked-12072039


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It’s About Time dept: Finally, a book about Hungarian Punk put out by Puke and Vomit records. Great scene there and I was glad to have contact with bands like Der Trottel and Tizedesz. Glad to have been a (very small) part of that scene.


Albert aka Alberto Melody is the reason I went to Kenya. We met on facebook a couple years ago. He has a blog you should take a look at: Albertomelody.blogspot.com. Tell him Mykel sent ya. Oh yeah… He’s looking for friends his own age. So if you’re a 20-something and interested in Africa… or just meeting new people. Contact him at: albertletowon42@gmail.com

Jim Testa, a long-time friend, journalist, editor, musician and wordsmith, has an interesting substack about music and more. You can find it here.

Sid Yiddish sent me this link to all his videos. It’s a great place to start, especially if you don’t know him.

I did a nice interview with The Aither zine. Interesting questions, complete, and questions I’ve never been asked before. You can read it here. It’s a good one.

Here’s Ricardo Wang with a “micro-label” in Seattle “specializing in 8-track tapes and CDs. WOW! Check out one of their label staples: The Dead Air Fresheners, best band name of the year.

Also on bandcamp: My very long time faves in NYC, the BLACKOUT SHOPPERS. Featuring pals Seth and possibly the next vice-president of the US


Sid Yiddish has posted a video of a show done for WZRD in Chicago. Great live performances, and if you catch the video around the 20+ minute point you might see a familiar face doing the lyrics to his songs (some unrecorded) as poetry. You’ll find it
here.

And this sounds right up Sid’s alley. The Bilderberg Jazz Arkestra on Bandcamp!

Eric Grayson has an online music review zine, Sobriquet. Full pictures of the sleeves too! Something missing from too many zines. Sometimes you CAN judge a… er… book… by its cover.

Steen Thomsen is a Dane I’ve known ever since Lincoln was shot. I put his band THE ZERO POINT on the great WORLD CLASS PUNK Cassette for ROIR. It must be worth a mint now. I don’t have any left, I’m afraid. You can (and should) connect to the Zero Point on facebook. Tell ‘em Mykel’s blog sent you.

Sorry Dorothy, we are STILL in Kansas. And it’s as weird as OZ. Check out Bob Cutler’s DISTOPEKA.

You already know Murder & Mayhem zine… those guys who did the Mykel Board centerfold. (No genitals shown… and probably for the better.) Their online version is here.

The Clean Boys from Denmark are also longtime friends of mine. In Denmark we recorded as The Bend-over Boys. Only one 10-inch available… but at least now I can say I have a 10-incher!

Finally, for this month, Margaret O’Brien asked me to include the site: anti-war.com They seem to be folks after my own heart. I’m glad they didn’t call it “anti-defense.”

Oh yeah, then there’s me. I have a blog of stuff I’ve written mostly from last century. You might enjoy it. Then again, you might not. It’s here.

Let me know if you have a blog… or a print zine… or a YouTube and want to be added to the list. You show me yours… you’ve already seen mine. mykelboard@gmail.com

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