You're Still Wrong: Mykel's July Blog: That's Horrible... No Wait!

 

You're Still Wrong: Mykel's July Blog... That's Horrible... No Wait!

 

You’re STILL Wrong

or

Mykel's Blog for July 2021

To answer brutality with brutality is to admit to one’s moral and intellectual bankruptcy. --Gandhi

You walk down St. Marks Place… the plan: meet some friends… a drink at the Grass Roots… talk about old times... when St. Marks Place was PUNK ROCK. Barely registering… a city bus pulls over to the curb behind you. You hear it but only as part of the city noise. Then, the running footsteps... behind you… getting closer. You turn. A massive guy… running toward you… eyes filled with hate… like the cuckolded man… on a TV crime-show… running after the man he found boffing his wife.

He gets closer. You put up your hands… show you have no weapon… “let’s talk!” you want to say. No chance...

PFAAACK!

the crunch of his tight white knuckles into your jaw… a loud CRACK! The rest is pain… then nothing… blackness.

Here’s real scene: Seattle 2021. A white guy… mid-30s… balding, minor beard, slightly on the plump side… stands on a street corner. He wears a black leather jacket. Another guy, about a foot taller, same age, all in white… except for a black backpack. The bigger guy approaches the smaller one… Shouts… it’s hard to hear what he says… The guy in the leather jacket turns… look of fear... puts up his hands.

“Wait! Let’s talk,” say those hands.

The big guy moves closer. Cocks his right arm. KERPOW! Punches through the smaller guy’s raised hands. Fist-to-chin… no comments... no questions. BLAM! The smaller guy is down… slammed to the sidewalk… nose first … knocked out... possible concussion… broken nose. The big guy chuckles, sniffs… walks away.

The YouTube video makes it to facebook in a day. The reaction:

“Wow, that’s great!”

“I could watch that over and over again… just terrific.”

“Wonderful, just wonderful.”

At least a dozen more of the same tenor... All cheering the aggressor, booing the guy who puts his arms up and just wants to talk.

Oh yeah, the guy in the leather jacket… the one knocked out... was wearing a red armband with a swastika on it.

Did you switch? Were you horrified at the brutality of the aggressor, then turned into his supporter?

You don’t need to be in AntiFa to cheer this kind of hypocrisy… but it helps. The youtube clip claims there was some SMSing. Somebody said that somebody said that somebody said. No one said anyone was attacked… no one was hit… no one claims brutality. This guy is floored on a rumor that someone read while riding the bus.

FLASH to 1980s New York:

A pair of femmy young men walk down Greenwich Avenue from Sixth Avenue toward Christopher Street. They laugh… gesture limp-wristedly... stop and kiss each other in a gay parody of a Gone With The Wind poster.

Comes a voice from behind them. “Hey you faggots!”

Behind them are a gang of New Jersey boys... in town for a little fag bashing. They dive at the legs of the young men as if they’e going to bite them.

FOP! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

From behind the Jersey boys comes a crew with baseball bats. SLAM to the ribs. A Jersey Boy in shorts and a gray hoodie screams and sinks down. SLAM to the knees… a tough jock falls to the sidewalk, wincing in pain.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

The bats keep going until the Jerseyites crawl away... back to the Path Train.

When I read about this I think:

“Wow! That’s great!”

“Wonderful, just wonderful!”

The baseball bat group is SMASH, Society to Make America Safe for Homosexuals. Their Modus Operandi is to send out a weak-looking, femmy, pair as bait… and when the pair is attacked… they strike back... harder.

So what’s the difference? How can I defend SMASH but condemn AntiFa? Glad you asked and the answer is easy.

SMASH attacked in defense of others who were physically attacked. The bad guys bashed in real life…. Not supporters… not rumors… not history… not refusing to talk… but right there… watching the attack like you might watch a neighbor beat his dog… and do something to stop it. The anti-fa bashee? He just wanted to talk.

Sid Vicious wore a swastika on the cover of the My Way single. If that were this century, those Anti-Fas would’ve been all over him… probably with a baseball bat.

Your actions give others permission to do the same things. If it’s all right for you to punch someone who thinks differently from you… someone who’s done nothing to you… why not the same for someone who is a different religion from you? Or a different race? Or… the list goes on, but you get it.

Punching someone who has done no evil that you’ve seen says it’s okay to punch someone who’s done no evil that you’ve seen. My advice to the Antifa lovers?

Watch your back.

You’re building an audience who, when it happens to you, will be saying:

“Wow! That’s great!”

“Wonderful, just wonderful!”

When someone catches you sneaking a burger at McD’s… you know, Meat is Murder… you’ll get what you deserve. When someone texts that you put your hand on some girl’s leg when she was crowd-surfing at the punk show… It’ll be more than a hand on YOUR leg. I’ll be tuning in to YouTube to watch the video.

See you in hell,

Mykel Board

ENDNOTES: [You can contact me on facebook or by email at mykelboard@gmail.com. Through the post office: send those... er... private DVDs..or music or zines... or anything else (legal only!) to: Mykel Board, POB 137, New York, NY 10012-0003. If you like my writing, you can be notified when anything new is available. Send me an email with SUBSCRIBE in the subject line. Back blogs and columns are at https://mykelsblog.blogspot.com]

–>Even The Governor Dept: Because New York State has reached a 70% vaccine rate, the governor has stopped all recommendations for sidewalk masks and relaxed almost all mask mandates in other places. Despite this, almost half of New Yorkers still mask themselves on the street. Stores and restaurants still ask people to mask up before they go in. And the post office is so confused, they have conflicting signs right next to one another. Why don’t the CDC-loving mask-wearers follow the CDC when they say fuggedaboud those masks? 

–>Who knew dept: Maybe COVID has turned everything upside down – even the real estate market. The Huffington Post reports on a Colorado house listed as being “a little slice of hell” with “human and animal feces left in the living room to greet you as you walk in.” It sold quickly for more than half a million dollars. I wonder if you have to wear a mask to go look at it.

–>Sudden realization dept: I wish I had the reference. Maybe it was on Al Jazeera, the only TV news I trust. Some professor is talking about race and how what we see on TV and in the news forms our images. She talks about the dead people we see on TV. Bodies of George Floyd and Eric Garner... bodies of war dead. They’re usually black. Remember that guy in Atlanta who killed the Asian sex-workers? How many bodies did you see? Yeah, that’s what I thought. If the victim is white… they show a high school yearbook picture. Asian… no pictures at all.
And hungry people, starving bubble-bellied babies? What color are they? Save the Children? What color children? We know anyone can be hungry… and anyone can be killed, but what we see… what we’re used to… are dead and hungry black and brown people. That’s got to affect the way we think about those people.

Wow! Never thought about that before.

–> Honest Cop Dept: NPR reports The police chief in Sperry, Okla. wrote himself a speeding ticket after a traffic camera caught him speeding. He says he's going to pay the more than $300 ticket he wrote himself. Evidently, he was doing 80mph in a school zone. That’s setting an example. if more cops wrote themselves tickets, you could have police forces that pay for themselves. Defund, shmefund.

–> Just deserts dept: My long-time pal Sid Yiddish found this interesting tidbit. You know how vegans really hate vegetables and are always looking for ways to trick bad-tasting food into tasting like meat? Mock duck, veggie burgers, almond milk. Funnily enough, a veggie company is recalling it’s fake eggs. Why? Because they were contaminated. With what? REAL EGGS, of course. Oh, the horror!

→ Special Thanks dept: And call-out to Josh C. and Grue S. who put me up, and put up with me… during my visit to Philadelphia. Both of the couple are friendly, smart, and large… in the physical and personal sense of the word. I’ve already written about my taste for fat people, their self-confidence and (often) musical ability. When we say someone is BIG-hearted, s/he often is a big person.

One of the weird things I don’t get is… self-image. Do fat people look in the mirror and think I’m ugly?” Do some fat people think… I wouldn’t be ugly if I weren’t fat? Grue is a spectacular AND beautiful woman! AND that fat is… er… a huge chunk of the reason!

See you in hell, redux,

MB

LINK TRADE DEPARTMENT:

I read that the search engines like lots of links... and it's also nice to support my friends and enemies in their blogs. So facebook me or email me if you have a blog, webpage or something else to connect to. I add you. You add me.

Here's a start:

Here’s Richard Goldberg: goldberg.wordpress.com

Poetry and humor fans will like Justin Martin in The Latency

And my friend Mike R has a nice site with recipe hits from the past! (He cooked for me once... great stuff.) Check out Yesterday's Recipes.

And here's one by a member of ANTI-SEEN... a tour diary of sorts.

Andy Shelton has an interesting blog here.

Savage Hippie is a guy who has been YouTubing for a long time. Our opinions largely overlap... but he complains that I'm a Communist. I'm not! I'm a communist.

Chris Stecher publishes a zine called PRECIS. You can see the back issue links there... and he promises a new issue soon.

George Fertakis has a very nice graphics-heavy blog... with music and books featured prominently. If there’s no link here (I can’t find it temporarily), then Google… er… Duckduckgo him for information.

And my long-term pal Sid Yiddish contributes with his Mishegas Master Blog.

And connect to TRUST Zine, a long-running German punk zine… that STILL PRINTS!!! Yeah, they have a website too… of course! It’s here.

Here are a couple video links.

This from Jon Cox https://squelchchamber1.bandcamp.com/album/down-so-low

And this one from my very long-time friend Roger Armstrong.

Jim Testa moved his long running zine, Jersey Beat, to the blogosphere awhile back. You can read it here. Jim also recommended a kind of unique album… in a style you don’t see to much of these days… or any days. Neo-Hassidic Rock Opera. You can stream the album here.

Kyle Nonneman is in prison in Portland. At least he can’t be kidnapped by the secret police… I think. I post his blog for him, he can’t do it from the klink. Lots of stuff about noise metal… and some very weird politics that will either fascinate or repulse you… or both.

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. god@mykelboard.com

You're Still Wrong: Mykel's July 2020 Blog Vol. 2 THE TRIP

YOU'RE STILL WRONG.. 

MYKEL'S JULY 2020 BLOG

VOLUME 2

OR

The Trip

by Mykel Board

History will be kind to me, for I intend to write it.
--Winston Churchill

History's lessons are subtle lessons, inviting us to remember and forget selectively, and therefore are much better than psychiatry's where you're forced to remember everything. --Richard Ford

I sit in the almost empty waiting room of Mandela Airlines at Marcus Garvey airport… the smaller of New York City’s two major airports. I’m on my way to Sitting Bull, the capital of Ohio. Why go from New York to Sitting Bull?

I’m glad you asked me. I’ll be spending the rest of this blog explaining. It has to do with a sex partner, a pubic hair and a lot of legal problems.

I’ve arrived for my flight three hours early, as is my wont. I hate to do things last minute. I like to just chill at the airport reading, writing, talking with strangers. Today, of course, half the concessions are closed, and despite my rather ordinary mask, no one wants to talk with me. I fantasize it’s because they know who I am.

FLASH AHEAD: the plane is airborne. The masked flight attendant walks the aisles handing out soy nuts and small bottles of Poland Spring.

“Excuse me uniformed person of interest,” I say to the one handing out the goodies, “would it be possible for me to order a cocktail?”

“Certainly passenger C12,” comes the answer. “What would you like?”

“Could I have a Russian of Color?” I ask. The perfect combination… vodka and coffee… oh yeah!

The drink arrives a few minutes before landing, so I have to gulp it down… sipping is soooo much better.

After deplaning, having my temperature taken, my internal passport checked (I’m coming from New York… a safe state.) I’m allowed to enter the main terminal.

My gender-fluid lawyer, Harvey Epstein, is waiting for me inside. I wave and walk up to the professional. We bump elbows.

“Harvey,” I say, “it’s good to see ya. Been a long time.”

“Yeah, Mykel,” says Harvey, “tell me about it.”

“How ‘bout over a drink?” I suggest.

Harvey smiles and walks me out to his car, a large Cadillac SUV.

We end up in my kind of bar… a couple dozen taps, wood tables with names, hearts, and bodily organs scratched into them… a grizzled bartender with an Irish accent… and waitpersons who look like they’ve been cut out of porn magazines.

We order a couple of bottles of Modelo de Color and sit at one of the tables.

After clinking our glasses, and taking the first sip, Harvey folds his arms, leans on them, and says in the tone of voice that--- in the movies-- means CONSPIRACY.

“You really sexually intercoursed yourself up with this one, Mykel,” says Harvey. “It sounds super nasty.”

“You don’t know how nasty,” I answer.

“Let me get this right,” comes the answer, “your.. er… partner for the night left an unintentional gift in your bed. Is that right?”

“Let me give you the background,” I say. “I was visiting a friend at Crispus Attucks U….”

“That school in Obama, Kentucky?” asks Harvey.

I nod and continue. “They were having a seminar on punk rock and a friend invited me to be a part of a panel called “How Punk Rock Nearly Ended All War and Disease.”

Harvey gets it. “So you were supposed to be the contrarian, right? The guy who says NOTHING almost ended all war and disease, right?”

“You got it,” I say.

“I even prepared,” I tell him, “Did my reading, took notes, made a Powerpoint presentation… Showed how there are still wars all the time, and they didn’t end with the assassination of Donald Trump or the overthrow of Putin. The wars, the conquests continued. Remember when there were more countries than Israel in the Middle East? How ‘bout Covid-22? Why do you think we’re wearing masks 24 hours a day?”

The lawyer’s eyebrows raise. “That’s a pretty radical position, Mykel. Though there have been… er… outbreaks... even in North and South Kaepernick. But it’s kind of a stretch to call them wars and disease… even for you.”

“I don’t think like other people,” I tell my listener.

His eyes look heavenward. “You gotta tell ME that? But Anti-Talk had other ideas, right?”

I nod.

“Yeah,” I say. “They did their homework too. Found out I was a member of The Siblinghood of the Knights of Voltaire…”

What I could see of his face turns into a big question mark.

“Voltaire,” I say, “that French person who never said, I may disagree with what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.”

“So Anti-Ta threatens to stop the conference if you’re allowed to appear,” guesses the attorney.

I nod.

“So the school cancels your appearance, and gives you no compensation,” Harvey figures out and continues, “So you were canceled and depressed. So you picked up this… er… low cost person of the night… and the two of you go off to your hotel.”

I nod.

“And then, the housekeeper finds… er… a curly dark hair in the sheets and turns it in to the Anti-Ta leadership.”

“You’re smart,” I say, “you shudda been a lawyer.”

I get a laugh in return. The lawyer continues, “So now they’re after you… and you want me to get a restraining order, right?”

I nod.

“They’re still threatening you, right?”

I nod again.

“I know that’s whitemail and illegal and all that,” I say, “but I don’t know what to do about it.”

“Well,” says Harvey, “in the famous Supreme Court decision MeToo vs MeNeither, Chief Justice, Ginsburg, in her ouija board- sent decision, famously wrote, A horse is a horse, of course, of course. And no one can talk to a horse, of course, which has been interpreted time and again in your favor in cases like this. I think we can win this case, but it may go all the way to the Supreme Court in Chappelle before it reaches a decision.”

“It’s important,” I say. “Every day people are trying to change the books, change the heroes, change what people believe.”

“You know, Mykel,” says Harvey. “You can change the trappings. You can change the language, but you can’t change the reality of history.”

“Tell me about it,” I answer.

ENDNOTES: [You can contact me on facebook or by email at god@mykelboard.com. Through the post office: send those... er... private DVDs..or music or zines... or anything else (legal only!) to: Mykel Board, POB 137, New York, NY 10012-0003. If you like my writing, you can be notified when anything new is available. Send me an email with SUBSCRIBE in the subject line. Back blogs and columns are at https://mykelsblog.blogspot.com

→ No credit for the bass player dept: KTAL reports that a man in Louisiana was caught on video swimming in the indoor aquarium at Bass Pro Shop in Bossier City Louisiana.

According to the Bossier City P.D., Kevin Wise of Slidell has been charged with criminal damage to property.

His reason for jumping into the tank? Hitting 2000 likes on TikTok.
I support the guy. It certainly makes as much sense as tearing down Columbus statues for 2000 dislikes on Twitter.

→ Click here to prove you ARE a robot dept: Reuters reports that the Japanese baseball team the Fukuoka SoftBank Hawks been using dancing robots to replace Corona-restricted fans.

Before their most recent game against the Rakuten Eagles, over 20 robots danced to the team’s fight song on a podium in the otherwise empty stands.

Two different robots, including SoftBank’s humanoid robot ‘Pepper’ and others on four legs like a dog, stamped and shimmied in a choreographed dance that is usually performed by the Hawks’ fans before games in Fukuoka stadium.

Some of the robots wore Hawks caps and waved flags supporting the team. The Hawks won 4-3.

→ Ya just can’t win dept: In the 1960s and 70s we were demonstrating against the war in Vietnam… BRING THE TROOPS HOME! We yelled. Johnson wouldn’t listen. Next president, Nixon, after some horribly stupid bombing, finally ended the war, bringing the troops home.
Now, Donny Trump is bringing the troops back from Afghanistan. And the Democrats are cheering. Nixon without the bombing!
Yeah, right.
The same people who complained that Americans shouldn’t be the Cops of The World are now saying… KEEP THE TROOPS IN… MAKE WAR NOT LOVE!

I guess you can social distance in war.

→ NY Post, best-written paper in NY dept: The New York Post whose strong point is not accuracy, hits again with its real strong point: writing skill.

Headline of the month from July 8: Oregon Man Driving Stolen Car Crashes Into Woman Driving Another Stolen Car

Pretty good, but not as good as the one about the reports of the Donald Trump dossier where Donny asks a woman to piss on his face.

That headline? YELLOW JOURNALISM

With writing like that, who cares if it’s true or not?

LINK TRADE DEPARTMENT:

I read that the search engines like lots of links... and it's also nice to support my friends and enemies in their blogs. So facebook me or email me if you have a blog, webpage or something else to connect to. I add you. You add me.

Here's a start:

And another Goldberg: goldberg.wordpress.com

Poetry and humor fans will like Justin Martin in The Latency

And my friend Mike R has a nice site with recipe hits from the past! (He cooked for me once... great stuff.) Check out Yesterday's Recipes.

And here's one by a member of ANTI-SEEN... a tour diary of sorts.

Andy Shelton has an interesting blog here.

Savage Hippie is a guy who has been YouTubing for a long time. Our opinions largely overlap... but he complains that I'm a Communist. I'm not! I'm a communist.

Chris Stecher publishes a zine called PRECIS. You can see the back issue links there... and he promises a new issue soon.

George Fertakis has a very nice graphics-heavy blog... with music and books featured prominently. If there’s no link here (I can’t find it temporarily), then Google… er… Duckduckgo him for information.

And my long-term pal Sid Yiddish contributes with his Mishegas Master Blog.

NEW: Here are a couple video links.

This from Jon Cox https://squelchchamber1.bandcamp.com/album/down-so-low

And this one from my very long-time friend Roger Armstrong.

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. god@mykelboard.com

– See you in hell,

Mykel