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“Halloween” Music 2020

31 Saturday Oct 2020

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All Saints Day, culture, Halloween, Halloween 2020, music

The following list is unchanged from 2019 and will be the final edition of this series. I’m moving on from popular culture, especially the materialistic, the hedonistic, and the (even partially) occult. It is, somewhat to my dismay, not 1982 anymore. Looking around, even as to “kids’ activities,” we simply cannot continue to ameliorate darkness. Still, some of these songs are good, great even. Enjoy for what it is. Happy All Saints Eve and All Saints Day, in advance.

Note: some of these links may have been disabled or changed. Sorry. Think of it as a suggestion list if nothing else.

The music:

Werewolves of London, Warren Zevon, 1978.

Werewolves, Alternate Take, Zevon, 2007 Release. I know more than a few people don’t like this version. Then again, more than a few people can be wrong. Cool, jazzy, and you always have the ability to listen to the damned original…

Long Cool Woman, The Hollies, 1971. No Halloween, per se, but fits with:

Devil Woman, Cliff Richard, 1976.

Evil Woman, ELO, 1975. All these women…

Witchy Woman, The Eagles, 1972. More women…

Self Control, Laura Branigan version, RIP, beautiful, 1984. The best-looking artist on the list.

Legend of Wooley Swamp, Charlie Daniels Band, 1980. Lucius Clay approves.

David Pumpkins – Elevator Skit, SNL and Tom Hanks, 2016. Not a song. Just funny.

Monster Mash, Misfits, 1997. Yeah, I have trouble understanding the words too.

Mash, Original, Bobby Pickett (with Dick Clark), 1962. Classic; those facial expressions.

Dragula, Rob Zombie, 1998. Burn through ’em.

Thriller (Full), Michael Jackson, 1982. Before we knew the real MJ (RIP) horrors. With commentary from Price (RIP).

Poison, Alice Cooper, 1989. A few Cooper songs I could have gone with; I chose this one.

House of Fire, Cooper, 1989. And this one.

Ghost Riders in the Sky, Johnny Cash’s Version, 1979. Scary with a message.

The Time Warp, RHPS Version, Richard O’Brien, 1974. No need to suffer a theater full of freaks. (They still do that?) You’re welcome.

Sweet Transvestite, RHPS Version, Tim Curry, 1974. Probably the only trans-friendly post I’ll ever make.

Blue Moon, The Marcels, 1961. Shout if you know why I included this one.

The Zoo, Scorpions, 1980. Why not?

Nightmare on My Street, DJ Jaz Will Smith, 1988. Just remembered this one!

Pet Sematary, The Ramones, 1989. My personal favorite – possibly tied with Werewolves.

Sematary, Last Live Show, 1996. You don’t know this…

Stranger in Town, Extended Studio, Toto, 1984. Is your hero a criminal?

Uprising, Sabaton, 2010. Scary history. Great gym song!

Dr. Demento Halloween Special, Demento, Westwood One, 1986. Hour and a half of crazy.

Little Red Riding Hood, Sam The Sham & The Pharaohs, 1966. For the g-g-g-generation.

Swamp Witch, Jim Stafford, 1974. Wonder if she knew Lucious?

Purple People Eater, Sheb Worley, 1958. Currently seeking the DNC nomination…

Ghostbusters, Ray Parker, Jr., 1984. Can’t believe I didn’t have this one earlier.

…and…

Here Comes Santa Claus, Gene Autry, 1947. Oops. Too early – for another week or two…

Have a great All Saints Eve!

The cigar-chomping, government-bashing, culture-questioning madness shall resume soon. Oh, curious about how Tom Ironsides spent a Halloween evening in 2018? Check out Chapter Ten of The Substitute.

Werewolves of Covington – Short Fiction

31 Saturday Oct 2020

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Werewolves of Covington

The 2020 TPC Halloween Spooktacular

*Brought to you by Diet LIME CHIP! Soda

FROM TPC, 10/29/20:

TPC Headquarters, Covington, Halloween 2020, as the sun sets…

A small host of costumed and MASKED children ambled lazily, listlessly, if cautiously incautious down the dark street. But, this year was different. The little ones were uncharacteristically quiet, in a near-silent way. One note of laughter – maniacal as could human voice might achieve – sounded from the shadows near the Confederate Monument. Laws, court orders, and history be damned! the Chairman thought, a sledgehammer in his sweaty hands. Outside, the wind blew a somber, haunting note through the barren trees. Inside, frantic last-minute preparations were underway.

‘Hand me another board,’ MB growled from atop the short ladder. 

‘We’re running low,’ Bess said with a tremble as she passed up a roughly-hewn one-by-six. ‘A few more and we’ll be out. And to think about the children. The children—’

‘It’ll be enough,’ MB gritted through the nails in his teeth. ‘Got the lower windows. Just a few boards up here, per pane, should do it. They say these things are big – too big to pass through a couple of flimsy boards. It’s not like a tiny virus slipping through the relatively miles-wide gaps in a cloth facemask.’ He stopped to admire his handiwork.

‘Did you remember the back door?’ Bess asked shakily. ‘No one has used it since the mob was here about Duke Marshula.’

‘I gotta chair up against it,’ MB replied. ‘Da used to make regular use of it. Anybody seen him lately?’

‘Not since the Braves washed out,’ Bess said, staring off into nothingness. ‘He put on his NBC suit and vanished. I hope … they haven’t got him too.’ She shuttered.

‘Nah, Da’s too tough for—’ MB broke short his contemplative ablations. He paused and gasped: ‘Was that a howl?!’

‘Oh, Lord, oh, Lord!’ Bess shouted hysterically, running in circles. ‘They’re here!’

‘Shotgun, Bess, shotgun!’ MB barked. There was, for the moment, no need.

‘Sorry, y’all!’ A friendly voice called out. It was Kayla. ‘That was my stomach growling. I need to review the new Chinese place. Need to get me a big dish of beef chow mein!’

‘God! Don’t do that,’ MB said, stepping off the desk where he’d jumped in a panic. ‘Have a Snicker, diva. Nobody eats out tonight. Maybe ever. Old Lee Ho picked the worst time to open a diner. I’d say he’s Fooked all-right.’

‘I’m afraid you’re correct,’ Bess said. ‘And, has anybody seen or heard from Ryan Ralston?’

‘Alas poor Ralston, I knew him well,’ Kayla whispered.

‘Not for an age,’ MB sighed. ‘First word of all this Amerikan, ginger-snapping, dog-soldiering, company of wolfen-man howling in Atlanta, and off he goes to confront ‘em. Carrying a Pop-Tart. Had those strange friends of his tagging along. You know? The duck and the cat or whatever? His grandfather told him not to, but yeah.’ He paused and then said with a grimace: ‘Pop-Tart. Cat. Chinese. Gettin’ a little hungry myself.’

‘Say, do you guys think Fred’s hungry?’ Bess asked with sudden maternalistic concern. ‘He’s been up there for three days. Only has a few two-liters of Diet Lime Chip.’

‘Fred?!’ MB called.

‘Door’s closed! I ain’t coming down! Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!’ Fred shouted through the ceiling. 

The gang made their way beneath the attic door, sealed tight from above. ‘If you’re not hungry, then you got any news?’ Kayla ventured. ‘About them?’

‘Hang on!’ Fred echoed through the water-stained drywall. A humming noise emanated from his (poorly) jerry-rigged short-wave radio. ‘Coming in, now! Dr. Fauci’s speaking. He says the CDC in Atlanta has been overrun. Everyone’s dead or infected. Says the quote-unquote test they have is reliable, even if it’s never been tested and is not really a test. He’s predicting six trillion of us will be … converted or eaten unless more people start wearing plastic bags over their masks. Says the trouble is heading east rapidly.’

‘That’s our direction!’ Bess cried.

‘Do we have the silver bullet?’ Kayla asked alarmedly.

‘Yeah,’ MB answered, ‘got some Coors in the cooler.’

‘GSP had a sighting on Twenty, near Oxford, before their team vanished.’ Fred trailed off for a moment. ‘I’d say they must be on us by now. On you. You downstairs people are on your own!’ With that, he and his radio went silent. 

‘Oh, no, no, no, no, no!’ Bess wailed, again circling the floor. ‘Children in C-Town! Won’t someone think of the werewolves?!’

‘I think those last kids on the street were just eaten alive,’ Kayla said ruefully. ‘Just a hunch, but I know this year we don’t need facts. I mean, if Dr. Fauci said they’re real, then they’re real.’

‘The wolf and the kid…’ Bess mumbled Aesopically.

‘Screw the kids!’ MB barked again, barkingly. ‘Uh, sorry, Bess. I mean bless those rugrats and whatnot. But, they’re on their own. They knew about the wolves. Same warning we all had. Now, I’ve got one last sash and three boards.’

‘Oh! The worst year,’ Bess said through tears. ‘First the economic coverup … I mean the virus. Then, the police state … I mean lockdown for safety. Next, we had all of the White Supremacy peaceful protests over the not-police killing of Cannon Hinnant. Russia planted that laptop for the Proud Boys – with the videos of everything except Big Floyd. And now, werewolves are coming. WEREWOLVES ARE COMING!’

‘We know they’re real because the deep state government and the totally-independent media that have both lied to us about everything ever say so,’ Kayla remarked.

‘They won’t get TPC!’ MB said defiantly while hammering a cigarette and trying to light a nail.

At that very moment, the sum of all their fears burst into violent reality. From down the stairs, there came a rattling sound, followed by a creaking and hoarse moaning.

‘Did anyone lock the front door?’ someone asked in vain.

‘Something’s snarling downstairs!’ Bess screamed.

‘It sounds hungry and crazy and overly curmudgeonly for its age! Kayla shrieked.

‘Tell me when it’s over!’ MB called down from his perch on the chandelier.

Bess leveled the double-barrel towards the blackness of the stairwell. Kayla stood by with the flashlight. MB swung pensively. In breathless terror, they waited. Heavy feet clomped up the steps. A shady, shaggy shadow crept forward out of the deeper darkness. There came the distinctive sound of a wild beast snapping, menacingly, nationalistically. At the last possible second, Kayla hit the light.

‘Get that out of my eyes!’ A perpetually-perturbed, none-too-local, and all-too-dialectic voice shouted. ‘Bess, put that blunderbuss away!’

A figure stumbled into the room.

‘Perrin!’ Bess cried. ‘We thought you’d been eaten by a werewolf!’

‘We thought you were a werewolf!’ Kayla chimed.

‘Little help up here,’ MB whispered from above.

‘Cheap soda socialists!’ came a rumor from the attic.

‘WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU NUTS GOING ON ABOUT?!’ Perrin demanded, demandingly.

‘Hello!’ Kayla hello’d. ‘Werewolves taking over? It’s all that’s on the news!’

‘They ate Da and Ryan and all the children,’ Bess said as she absent-mindedly ejected two previously fired shells from an ancient hammerless Nerf blaster.

‘Yeah, man. It’s like the pandemic, but completely more plausible,’ MB added before tumbling to the floor in a heap. ‘Go Dawgs…’ he muttered from behind the poorly-placed armoire.

‘Werewolves?!’ Perrin bellowed in typical cynicism. ‘That’s just another hoax! Won’t you people learn that everything everyone says at all times is a lie? That’s the truth, you know.’

‘But, even you said, It’s a monster! Grab the guns!’ MB remembered at the most or least opportune time. ‘Dude, like you’re even carrying a rifle, right now.’

‘I was talking about the ELECTION FALLOUT!’ Perrin boomed before wheezing pathetically, forced to lean on his newly, uh, appropriated .458 SOCOM for support. ‘The election! Civil War! Mass casualties! For the love of— For the last time – like fake, unisolated viral hoaxes, werewolves don’t exist!’

Whilst the office party evaded the eyes of the literary scion of Floyd, not one of them noticed the disheveled carcass of Da, who had, unseen, followed Perrin in, tromp to the top stair step, right behind Perrin, standing, glaring at the assembly with wicked yellow eyes, his wild hair matted like that of an unkempt wild wolf, his chest heaving, fangs protruding, growling, like a man who, bitten by some demented demon wilderness canine – as part of a sentence that just drags on and on and on and on … and you get the point, I think – had himself been turned into a hairy beast, more creature than man, intent on revenge and mayhem, poised to pounce, claws out, et cetera, et cetera, etc, and so forth; behind a semicolon, far, far, far beyond the help of a definitely terminable punctuation mark (of any kind), and now issued forth a GggggrrrrrrrRRRRR!!!! sound that indicated that he was most likely considering his former co-workers as a meal – notwithstanding Fred, who was still safe up in the attic (and, let’s face it: attic doors embedded in, let’s say a nine or ten-foot ceiling would be a little difficult for even a “War-Wilf!” to reach, because I’m going with the idea that Tolkien knew what he was talking about when he said something to the effect that not even the wild wargs could climb trees [although, even if a collapsing, spring-loaded attic door isn’t the same as a tree, we can all freely speculate] and therefore, moving on) and furthermore, okay, okay, OK, I’m losing my place now … they finally noticed that which they almost hated to think might really be Da!

Looking over his shoulder, Perrin got off the group’s final pointless words: ‘Da, what big ears you- gggahafffff!!!!!!!’

And, somewhere between the cold street and the high, full moon, a shuttering, bellowing HOWL pierced the night!

…

Away, over on 441, driving north, unaware of the unfolding calamity – perhaps shielded from it by some vague disturbance in the continuum, Thomas Becket wondered aloud: ‘How the hell did a nice French teacher like me get roped into this third-rate tripe? Ah, well, maybe there’s an old Warren Zevon song on. Or, at least a cheap ripoff…’

I saw a politician with a crumpled paper in its paw,

Staggering through the Esoteric South in pain.

It was looking for the place called T-P-C!

Gonna get its fill of something lame.

Raooooooooo… ah, yeah…

HAPPY HALLOWEEN This Holiday Canceled By Order of Dr. Fauci.

A Special Request

30 Friday Oct 2020

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I never ask anything of you cheapskates beloved readers. However, tomorrow is the end of the month and we’re really close to a traffic record of sorts (five visitors, two views…), so kindly lend a hand. Get to clicking and maybe spread the word with a few links here and there. Then, repeat that next month and forever. Thanks. P

At some point, for a small price(?), there’ll be a little something (else) in it for you:

No, They Are Not

30 Friday Oct 2020

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Christianity, France, invasion, Islam, Mohamad violated Twitter's TOS!, Vox Day, War

I saw the newer news articles, but as usual, VD beat me to the commentary. I’ll adopt his:

“But irrespective of the religion professed, angry people kill. The French in the course of their history has killed millions of people. Many were Muslims. Muslims have a right to be angry and to kill millions of French people for the massacres of the past.”

Mohamad also said “the West” shouldn’t impose its views and values on others.

“To do so is to deprive the freedom of these people,” he wrote.

How, precisely, is he wrong? The West shouldn’t impose its views and values on others, which is precisely why it should not permit those others to reside in the West.

And how is this any different than another non-Western people holding the people of the West responsible for everything from the Spanish Inquisition to the Holocaust?

Immigration is war.

UPDATE: The Interior Minister at France understands France has been invaded and is at war:

Of course, faced with a very real war, the politi-rats still placate the attackers and invaders. Encore une fois, ma lettre à la France. Éliminez les incompatibles! Kick the incompatibles out!

The “Price(s)” of Globalism

30 Friday Oct 2020

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debt, Freedom Roasters Coffee, inflation, prices, Vox Day

Vox Day had a post that complimented my JC Penney shirt index from a while back:

Note the extreme decline in income, as all big-ticket prices skyrocket. You pay two to eight times as much on half the salary. This is a deal only if you are a bankster or one of their political pets.

And, the food prices are, as you can probably gather, bargain basement. You will pay more than (and it will be worth it!) $1.05 for,

 

Freedom Prepper News, 10/30/20

30 Friday Oct 2020

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Freedom Prepper, Freedom Roasters Coffee, news, podcast, video

A new video podcast of the news, featuring me, not the robo-AI voice! With electoral college commentary.

The associated FP Column.

Let’s see if it’s on Anchor…

Brought to you by,

Soon…

 

A Halloween Short Story…

30 Friday Oct 2020

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Halloween, TPC

I understand there’s one over at TPC. (Or, there will be, sometime today…) A howling good time.

We’ll have a repeat rerun, here, tomorrow for Big Pumpkin Day!

What, you ask, goes great with anything pumpkin? Well, I’d say a strong, hot cup of,

Soon…

Damn Right, You’re Under Attack

29 Thursday Oct 2020

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France, Islam, Macron, terrorism, War

Does Macron finally get it?

French President Emmanuel Macron has declared the country ‘under attack’ following today’s mass stabbing in Nice.

He declared the incident in which three people died at the Notre Dame Cathedral as an ‘Islamist terrorist attack’ on the nation.

Officials earlier confirmed two people were beheaded in the horror at the church.

The leader halted parliament’s planned coronavirus lockdown debate to head to the southern city following the incident.

Mr Macron said security would be stepped up on French territory,

Soldiers would be posted at places of worship including churches to ‘protect’ them following the violence in Nice, and security would also be stepped up at schools too, he added.

Maybe the soldiers aren’t needed at the Churches. Soldiers can attack as well or better than protect. Per my earlier column, c’est l’heure.

Lettre Ouverte à la France: Assez, il est Temps – Colonne Hebdomadaire

29 Thursday Oct 2020

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Lettre Ouverte à la France: Assez, il est Temps

Mes chers Compatriotes Occidentaux, il est temps pour la deuxième Bataille de Tours.

Il est temps, encore une fois, pour la France pour les Français.

Assez de primitifs et de sauvages.

Assez de destruction incompatible.

Assez de guerre «cartoon» en France.

Assez de tolérer le satanisme.

Assez de globalisme luciférien.

Assez de décapitations dans les églises, d’incendies dans les églises, de coups de couteau, de fusillades, de fusillades dans les rues, d’attentats à la bombe, de meurtres de camions sur les trottoirs, de païens à l’envers dans les écoles. Assez de l’invasion et de la guerre. Assez de financer votre propre génocide. Assez d’acquiescement silencieux. Assez de tout cela.

Les horribles événements des vingt-quatre heures précédentes montrent à nouveau clairement que la «nouvelle France», le paysage d’enfer multiculturel de violence, de terrorisme et de mort, est un échec misérable et complet. Pour toi. La campagne se déroule comme prévu par vos ennemis actuels, bien plus dangereux qu’Adolf Hitler ne l’a jamais été. Combien en plus? Je répondrais, “aucun!”

Sur le plan démographique, vous (avec plusieurs autres pays d’Europe occidentale) êtes descendus là où les États-Unis ont trébuché il y a cinquante ans. L’effondrement de l’empire américain et les prochaines décennies de troubles aux États-Unis illustreront parfaitement pourquoi vous devez – MAINTENANT – inverser le cours.

Si vous n’agissez pas et n’agissez pas rapidement, vous serez condamné à un avenir de bouleversements et de violences constants, suivi de l’effacement potentiel de la France, des Français, du Christianisme et de la Civilisation Occidentale. Aucun prix n’est trop élevé pour éviter cette tragédie.

Pendant des décennies, vous avez observé et assisté à une transformation. Pendant une demi-décennie, vous vivez sous un état d’urgence correspondant. Les mesures actuelles de votre classe policière, militaire et politique ne fonctionnent pas. Les solutions administratives, les solutions politiques sont inutiles contre le mal pur et satanique qui vous assaille. Quelque part dans la Grande République se trouve une incarnation moderne de Charles Martel. Le trouver. Trouvez le pouvoir. Vous devez le trouver, l’encourager et le libérer. Il doit y avoir une nouvelle croisade pour récupérer la France, puis, si Dieu le veut, le reste de la chrétienté. Certains sont déjà avec vous. D’autres se joindront, beaucoup d’autres. Vous avez des alliés dans toutes les directions, tout comme vous êtes entouré d’ennemis. Vous êtes assiégé mais vous n’êtes pas encore envahi ni vaincu. Vous constaterez, une fois que vous aurez commencé à vous battre, que la résistance dégénérée se dispersera devant vous. Les forces de l’enfer néo-babylonien doivent être chassées de France et d’Europe. Laissez-le commencer par vous. Laissez-le commencer. Dieu le veut.

Il est encore et toujours temps pour Dieu.

Il est temps que le Christianisme triomphe.

Il est temps pour l’Occident.

Il est temps pour la France.

Il est temps pour la liberté juste.

C’est l’heure.

Que les prochains titres de l’actualité présentés par La République au monde soient d’un caractère différent.

Que Dieu sauve et bénisse la France.

Votre Frère Américain,

Perrin Lovett

Thanks to Old MB and You

29 Thursday Oct 2020

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I’m most grateful for the attention driven here from TPC’s Facebook connections since yesterday evening in addition to the month-long renewed interest in, what, practical politics? I have some more stuff for you coming soon. This afternoon, my regular column will run, though entirely in French – for obvious reasons. I understand that, also today, TPC will carry my new Halloween-themed fictional hilarity.

Thanks again. As always, quality will improve tomorrow.

P

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