Halloween Horror Binge of 2023:

I haven't done one in a few years because Netflix ruined Blockbuster, fuck you Netflix. I'm a lover of b-grade horror flicks as inspired by the legendary Bob Wilkins, I still watch Creature Features on the YouTube. My DVD collection runneth over. The rules are simple; one flick a night until Halloween night when I indulge in a grindhouse double feature.

1. Night of the demons (1988)
2. Night Terror (1977)
3. Werewolf in the Girl's Dormitory (1961)
4. SCOOBY-DOO, there was a spooky marathon playing on YouTube.
5. Skip night, reality happened.
6. The Beckoning (2006)
7. Nightbreed (1990)
8. The Two Faces of Dr. Jekyll (1960)
9. Cosmic Monsters (1960)
10. Frozen Alive (1964)
11. Messiah of Evil (1973)
12. Hell in a Cell, Bad Blood, Shawn Micheals vs. The Undertaker (1997)
13. Scared to Death (1947)
14. And now the Screaming Starts (1973)
15. The Cat Creature (1973)
16. Bloodlust (1959)
17. Skip night, reality happened.
18. Crowhaven Farm
19. The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy marathon playing on YouTube.
20. Another YouTube marathon, Saturday morning cartoons from the 80s and 90s in a Halloween theme.
21. Dawn of the Dead (1978)
22. The Bees (1978)
23. Skip night, reality happened.
24. Binge watching Halloween cartoons on YouTube.
25. Binge watching Halloween cartoons on YouTube.
26. Tales from the Crypt (marathon)
27. The Fifth Element (1995)
28. The Monster Club (1980)
29. Halloween with the Addams Family (1977)
30. A spooky dose of reality
31. Double Feature Presentation: Hell in a Cell, King of the Ring, Mankind vs. The Undertaker (1998) / The Paul Lynde Halloween Special (1976)

que todos celebren el día de muertos con amor, felicidad y familia

Stay spooky.

When results don't matter:

I stated for reasons of antagonism that public support counts for nothing when the team wins, at least in South Africa. Amidst the falsehood of social media everyone was leering and jeering the bokke on the road to their world cup victory. Honestly the win meant more to ex South Africans living abroad than it did to the entire country. Well done all the same. But let's talk about the theoretical public holiday promised to the nation should the Bokke win, eish what a wasted opportunity for the ANC to salvage their political career on Monday morning. Our fearless leader proceeded with damage control the moment the final whistle blew as the political atmosphere for the 2024 general elections don't look positive for the current leadership, I'll revisit this slow burn journey in the months to come but for now El Presidente needs the wins where he can get them and knowing our president to celebrate the Bokke world cup victory December 25th and 26th will be public holidays in South Africa. Maybe if we win the cricket world cup South Africa can have January 1st off too, we just lucky that way. I'm somewhat confused by the post match lack of celebration from the home based fandom, it looked like misery hungover because we lost to the B team fielded on the day. Single digit temperature, no sunshine, wind swept drizzle and dikbek work colleagues refusing to talk rugby; I thought I woke up in London this morning. 

A Game of Class:

I'm not a rugby fan, never have been and never will be. Never played the sport so my understanding of the game play is about as proficient as my understanding of molecular physics, I get the general idea but I cannot get into the nitty gritty of enjoyment. I'm a cricket fan, played the game, love the game, watch the game. I've learned the ins and outs of the game, I've cheered them on to victory, supported them in defeat and met some of the legends of the game. I've stood upon the hallowed grounds of The Wanderers and the MCG, witnessed the excitement of T20, ODI and day 5 of a test game. I claim not to comprehend Duckworth Lewis. As a sports fan my fandom is: Pro Wrestling, football and cricket. When it comes to football I shout for England, when it comes to cricket I shout for South Africa. Herein lies the entertainment value of all sporting codes; Fandom criticism. Social media explodes with post game commentary from every arm enthusiast weighing in their opinions. And in 2023, when I posted this, the Rugby World Cup and Cricket World Cup trended into a frenzy. Then something of a sporting minority crossed over with celebrity objection as an online slow burn topic. The gender debate again threw professional sport and modern literature communities into a quagmire over the line drawn on the sand. J.K. Rowling hammered out the why and when the swimming governing body determined the where and who, the British government declared what and I sat back pondering how?
When I comes to individual opinions you are whatever the fuck you are, fly your freak flag proudly, but when in competition Trans gender switches are cheating in my opinion.

The millennial age will be remembered as the dumb ages because none choose to learn. I'll be brief. The trans movement is counter productive in trying to achieve equality among everyone. The WWE in the late 90s revolutionized the sport with the in ring debut of Chyna. This athletic, beautiful, talented female wrestler dubbed the ninth wonder of the world was competing against and beating the male roster for a title reign. This wasn't a gimmick, it didn't cause offense or outrage, it didn't need a woke joke cancel movement commentary. We as fans, loved it. Chris Canyon too stood out for conscious change in the sport, struggling against his personal demons he was probably the first homosexual wrestler in the industry and we loved it. Canyon was talented and set with potential but he succumbed to his inner demons and we miss him but I draw the line there. What people do in an individual capacity is entirely their own business so let me be the antagonist asshole about it on a public platform by stating Trans gender shouldn't be competitive; stay out of sports, stay out of pageantry, stay out of pop culture. Drag queens aren't protesting to enter and win Miss World, blind people aren't canceling motorsports events because they aren't represented on the drivers roster, Harry Potter isn't due for a rewrite because Hogwarts wants to be LGBTQ compliant. Bowing to the pressure be damned, society tries to simplify tolerance like a devote Muslim resident in the Vatican. The rule of nature is we don't like each other yet we stubbornly defy logic by bashing square pegs into whatever hole it/he/she/they/them/placedickpichere really want to force a way into. My constant critique of the millennial generation Muppets I throw out this challenge to the trans movement. Get creative and go mutant; grow horns, blue skin, additional limbs, full on physical transformation into anything your tiny little minds dream up, I jokingly remarked my acceptance for trans when bi phallic surgery becomes viable because everyone wants a second fully functional penis but until then you weirdos are theoretical X-Men. As I continue to antagonize the status quo because it needs to be done. The trans movement insults the men and women who sacrifice for their succes, who shed blood sweat and tears to be acknowledged as champions and certainly don't demand everything through self entitlement. I'll reconsider things when the first trans gender captain lifts the Webb Ellis trophy in victory. Trannies aren't earning their place in the world the same way everyone else did before them.

Be All You Can Be:

I remember Physical Education class in school. It was interesting to me but agonizing to some. Our PE teacher was memorable, Mr Oesterhuizen wherever you may be today, Sir I tip my hat to you. I recall a particular period of PE in 1995 when for reasons unbeknown to me at the time our little troop of 7th graders were about to fall in for boot camp. "Line up," shouted our instructor, "space arm to shoulder to your right," he continued, "counting off jumping Jack's." First set of ten done, no problem. "Down, counting off push-ups." Ten push-ups for anyone takes effort, the troop started grumbling. "AGAIN!" Again what?
Now if I've learned anything from military films there is always a hard-ass in the group to challenge the old school instructor; The Dirty Dozen, Full Metal Jacket, Major Payne. We had David Bowe. "One for Sir," came from the end of the row, David was three boys down from me. Seven push-ups in, David still counting them off, when our grumbles turned to protest. "AGAIN!"
This was getting serious, like sweat beads on our faces serious as we started the third set of push-ups with the sun beating down on our backs. Reaching number 5, David still sounding off every count, the message was coming down the line, "shut the hell up David." Alas he didn't. This battle continued, push-ups became sit ups became short sprint drops became squats. Thirty minutes of healthy physical activity, a moment of silence in the heat and the sweat. The experience best understood in adulthood illustrated the dynamics of social standing the modern age can't comprehend. The cancel culture Nazis would tear this practice apart but it never put any of us to harm, we weren't oppressed or abused or persecuted, the none suffered injury, none suffered trauma. To your generation this was character building. Stark contrast between Gen X and the non binary joke. So what was the lesson learned?
Respect. A universal virtue given and received. This wasn't an exercise in opposition, teacher enforcing discipline upon students, hardly needed when there is mutual respect. In every instance of the scenario the hard-ass opposed to the true grit isn't the point, each see opportunity to show the other mutual respect. A lesson no millennial is learning. So I, a gen-x asshole and proud of it, will be paying this lesson forward to the millennial generation in my charge because their lack of common decency disturbs me and I hold full dominion over the wifi access at home. This weekend will be fun, push-ups optional. 

Paraskevidekatriaphobia, actually it's pronounced Friggatriskaidekaphobia:

Novelty passes, like when millennials get excited about watching Friday the 13th on Friday the 13th so they can brag to their idiot online buddies how the movies suck when compared to Twilight or the MCU. I, the purist aristocrat of the horror genre mock the foolish mortals who wait for Halloween to come and scare them once a year when they try kill its spirit with commercial vommit as they do. As far as I'm concerned every day is Halloween, the real world is more evil and original films are better than reboots, reboots suck forever.

But a reasonable discussion or healthy debate just won't cut it nowadays, how about a good old fashioned street fight?
A no holds barred, anything goes parking lot brawl with the winner drawing first blood. I mean everything online loves to talk shit about and hate on the hype  throwing their idiotic opinions around, it doesn't matter what your opinion is I'm  still going the lay the smackdown on your candy ass. It pains me to see what monumental cluster fuck the millennial generation is, what the fuck?
Somebody needs to put these fools in a hurt locker for their own damn good. I understand millennial society are post culture to the point they want to reboot all that came before them but that isn't necessary. What is necessary is combat, maybe Mortal Kombat but let's not push our luck. Combat is the absent component in a millennial generation existence, hardly if any knew what a sucker punch feels like, especially in the ear.

Reason, Silent no more:

Trolling the 99% stupid on social media might be therapeutic, alternative treatment I do not prescribe if you are not affiliated with the 1% because I'm not your guidance councilor, legal advice, financial guru or spiritual non binary carbon based life form. I am tired, stupid people are exhausting thus I choose to remain silent in the face of their annomosity simply because I choose to ignore stupidity, it doesn't mean stupid won. As previously posted I'd be happy with at least half the global population being X'd to Mars but I'm not entirely sure what the demographic ratio of the 99% is. There are good people out there, I know good people but the sheer volume of idiots is overwhelming. Wishing for establishing a elite community of 1% minds is cult instead of a lifestyle so that won't work. Patrony is the killer of good nature, being canceled is a compliment as it means you're calling the millennial muppets out on their shit. Woke culture, more like joke culture. How exactly is anyone supposed to take them seriously?

Opposition instead of assimilation, I openly mock their stupidity.

Damaged Democracy:

If someone asked me to explain Democracy in a single sentence I would reply; I did something nice, now vote for me. Knowing irony is lost on Africa I'll tell you a tale and believe me it's true. Rural roads traditionally are unserviced, stripped dirt surfaces renowned for keeping your vehicle dirty and enabling the stupidity of weekend off-road dirt bike muppets. In my tenure residence that road I use daily has been serviced by the municipal council twice. Once at my formal request to turn the inaccessible bicycle track into a two lane motorway and now recently with self motivation of the council as showmen work to garner favour ahead of the general elections. Great, sort of. The political strategy is fix the least critical fault with the most visual asthetic then hype the success of these acts to frenzy the voting public into voting for you, promising more to come which never does once the votes are in. Intelligent voters see through this ruse and demand immediate resolve for the most critical faults, in this instant the failing electrical substation in my community that despite the municipal council advising the assholes at Eskom not to force load shedding on this section of their grid as the node cannot handle frequent outrage without risking failure. Eskom heard "do it!" and I sit without power for 12 hours at the time of writing this post because the node failed. Thanks Eskom, you idiots. In a quagmire we sit; repaired roads are great but repaired electrical supply is better. This is a repeat incident, the power supply distribution, so all parties concerned are aware of the ongoing issues. Having registered to vote for the first time in South Africa I jokingly posted on social media at just how bad things must be in country when I decide to vote, me being an advocate for anarchy and chaos. I never felt inclined to vote because I was content with state of the nation but now; completely fucked doesn't begin to describe it. In the last few years the general attitude of people has changed to "I don't care, that's ignorant and I'll do what I want," but living according to anything goes and the rules don't matter exceeds anarchy and chaos to leave everyone on the downward spiral to inevitable zero. We can come back from that if attitudes change though secretly I'm hoping Elon Musk sends half of Earth's population to Mars.