my careless contagion

Scene: phone booth in the rain (clearly a retro scene), a man fumbles for change, inserts two quarters, and listens to the mechanical whir of the phone dialing ... Hello? Hello, Cindy.  Josh ... sigh.  Just let me say what I need to say.  Just one last time. I know you won't tell me what I want to hear. Or maybe you won't say anything at all. But I'm asking for an answer. Whatever answer you have, I accept. Whatever your heart involuntarily says. And then I will politely walk away one last time. I don't want to beg, but I will. Please, Cindy, take my hand and walk with me through the rest of our lives. I know this world is troubled, but so am I without you. I can't promise you much but my endless love. I don't want to miss out on a single day of your life. I already missed so much. So, please, be gentle with me one last time. And say what needs to be said. I will accept your answer — yes or no — with dignity. I will hold my head high because I tried but knowi...

  Recipe for Hate by Bad Religion was released in 1993. It is yet another prophetic Bad Religion song (and album of the same name), revealing almost 30 years ago that hate is an engineered product, a product we now see every day in the United States. You can say it is just #2020goals, but these elements conspired for decades to fracture and destroy our society. Bad Religion was oft derided for taking things too seriously, but no one is laughing now. They saw what was coming and warned you, and you did nothing. Before I start, there are some interesting things about this album I will mention. Of course, the album is guitar-driven, though it was undoubtedly composed on both piano and guitar. But, believe it or not, this album has some country influences (which makes sense because country is a cousin to folk music, of which I consider hardcore directly related). Johnette Napolitano of Concrete Blonde sang on it, which is odd. You don't hear a woman's vocals on Bad Religion songs...

  Only Entertainment was included on Bad Religion's album Generator (released in 1992 but recorded in 1991) . The song takes a considerable, nasty swipe at the news media, which even left-leaning Bad Religion considered a complete farce at the time. Anytime I hear someone getting worked up about something political or whatever is big in the news right now (NFL players and the National Anthem, whatever Trump said, climate change blather, someone's emails, etc.), I'm reminded of this inscrutable fact: it is only entertainment .  While the song ends by taking a swing at the FCC, its ferocity is mainly directed at the mainstream news media. I maintain that anyone who gets their information from mainstream sources (all the alphabet soups, including PBS) is not wise. If you regard it as simple entertainment, you will do well. It is designed to draw you into the fray of left versus right, them versus us, blue versus red, etc. It is divisive. It peddles misinformation, disinform...

I admired Emma Watson for years. Please don't misunderstand. This isn't a fetish. I'm not obsessed; I just think she's incredible. Lovely, really. However, in this post, I will discuss something else that appears to be going on with her. Warning : this post is very long and contains approximately 100 photos. I spent months gathering information and hours writing it. While some may never understand what I relay in this post, others may immediately understand. I do understand because I share much with Emma Watson, strange as that may sound. We are both programmed. I realize this blog is dead, but it is my only means to share this information (perhaps Google is censoring me anyway, and if you're tired of being censored, join PocketNet, and while you're at it, upgrade your email to ProtonMail). Yet another thing I've lost. Still, I pray those who need to read it are brought here. Freedom is available! Email custerliving@gmail.com (I don't use that email for...