I’ve been to a lot of cockfights, frankly.

I do find them kind of sad, and sort of representative of the lack of care that nonwhites have for animals. It’s not as bad as what the Jews do, torturing chickens to death, because at least the cock has a fighting chance. Also, and this may seem like a small detail, but it is relevant to me: the losing cock (and sometimes the winning cock, depending on his condition after the fight) gets eaten.

The Jews, on the other hand, torture these chickens to death and then throw them in dumpsters. Along with being a gross waste of meat, it is also a massive health hazard, having all these dead chickens in dumpsters in New York and New Jersey.

What a disgusting people. 

However, I am also taken in by the romance of a good cockfight. There is something visceral and majestic about the intensity of the battle. The way they go up in the air and craw each other is often truly sublime.

Also however, I’m not shedding a tear that one cock took revenge.

CNN:

An Indian man has died after a tussle with his rooster — on their way to a cockfight.

Saripalli Chanavenkateshwaram Rao, 50, was hit in the neck with a blade tied to the rooster’s claw on January 15. A police spokesman told CNN the father of three was taken to hospital, where he later died from a stroke.

Rao, who lived in Pragadavaram village in southern India’s Andhra Pradesh state, was a regular at local cockfights, and was on his way to enter the rooster in a competition when it tried to break free, station house officer Kranti Kumar said.

Cockfighting has been illegal in India since 1960. However, animal fighting continues to be a problem in the country, according to Gauri Maulekhi, trustee for India’s People for Animals foundation.

“The offenses have been made very clear and explained to the district and state authorities, but they choose to turn a blind eye towards it. It is not just for entertainment that these animals are made to fight, but it is (also) due to the heavy betting and gambling that goes on in the garb of these events,” Maulekhi said.

Kumar said the local cockfight went ahead without any arrests.

Oh really, CNN? People bet at cockfights?

Here’s a similar sentence:

“It is not just for sadism of penetrating the anus that a homosexual rams his penis into the rectum, but it is (also) due to the heavy masturbating and ejaculation that goes on into the anus during these these events.”

Anyway, good on the cock. I’m sure the cockmaster deserved it.

Although I do think “Saripalli Chanavenkateshwaram Rao” is a really cool name and I might name my next son that.

I don’t listen to guitar music anymore, but I do love the old Tom Russell song about the cockfighter.

It would probably get canceled now because Pancho Villa was a hero for shooting all those white people in Columbus, New Mexico.

If we’re going full country music nostalgia, we might as well listen to the song about Black Jack Pershing hunting Villa after he crossed the boarder.

But Pancho was kinda alpha.

He was like the Mexican version of Mao Zedong – totally alpha violent paranoid lunatic.

Actually, an essay could be written about the similarity between Mao and Pancho. Frankly, I doubt any grad student has ever done it. They even had similar facial features.

Black Jack Pershing was a bad sonovabitch and he never caught him.

He did go kill a bunch of Filipino Moslems though. He was famous for soaking the execution bullets in pigs blood, ensuring the Moslems went to hell. He would tie the Moslems to posts, then make them watch him bleed the pig and douse the bullets in the blood. He also buried them with pieces of pigs bodies.

I’ve been to the the parts of Cagayan and Lanao where he fought, and to this day, it is under full control of Christians. Moros are relegated to small Cotabato, Zamboanga and Jolo. Marawai is their last stronghold in all of Lanao, and Rody Duterte bombed the hell out of that a couple years ago.

My one great regret is that John Wayne never played Black Jack Pershing in a film.

Note: I would write a film with Tom Hardy Pershing him, and that Mexican bit actor that became a meme playing Villa. It would be an amazing and tragic film, where it begins with an atrocity, and ends with the bad guy getting away. I would insist on filming real cockfights, however. There would be no “no animals were harmed” message at the end of the film.

(Oh, the things I could have done instead of this.)

I tell you to watch John Wayne films to get an idea of what a man is supposed to act like, but that is ultimately a simulacra. If you want the real story, of a real man, who was a real hero, who all boys should be taught about starting at the age of about four, read about John J. Pershing. Him and Sir Russell Burton.

Of course, we don’t have any video of either of them. That’s really the reason people get so obsessed with Adolf Hitler – because he is this great figure that we actually have on video.

The military would come to Pershing with these crazy missions, and he, like a movie character, wouldn’t ask about the details or the risks, he would simply say: “when do we ride?”

@NBCMiami_CIU something wrong at Miami airport J concourse. pic.twitter.com/p8rL7aqXOz

— Baris Gulec (@bgulec) September 8, 2017

Ah, diversity.

It makes hurricane season at the airport all the more interesting and enjoyable.

Fox News:

A knife-wielding man was shot at Miami International airport late Thursday after he gained access to a secured room and confronted a police officer, The Miami Herald reported.

The paper, citing police sources, said that the man somehow “breached” a restricted area and made it onto the tarmac. Airport officials said in a tweet that the situation involved a single suspect and is under control. Concourse J was temporarily closed, airport spokesman Greg Chin said. At least one shot was fired.

The paper reported that the man was listed in stable condition.

The shooting comes as many travelers are trying to get out of the path of the Category 5 hurricane, which devastated a string of Caribbean islands and is on its way to Florida.

There are two more hurricanes warming up, by the way.

Fox News:

As Category 4 Hurricane Irma commands most of the media attention this week, two other hurricanes — Jose and Katia — have been gathering strength as they threaten landfall.

Irma has been slamming Caribbean islands and was projected to reach Florida over the weekend. But Hurricane Jose has officially been classified a Category 3 storm, while Hurricane Katia was set to slam into Mexico early Saturday.

Jose is reportedly following a path similar to Irma’s and could potentially hit the same Caribbean islands that were devastated by Irma days ago, the National Hurricane Center said. Antigua and Barbuda were alerted of possible “life-threatening flooding” due to Jose.

The center previously said Jose had sustained wind speeds of 60 mph, but recently became “a little bit stronger” – with winds reaching 120 mph as of Friday morning.

Jose was roughly 600 miles east of the Lesser Antilles islands.

Meantime, Hurricane Katia was threatening to make landfall early Saturday in the state of Veracruz in Mexico.

I haven’t been covering this or really paying much attention to it.

But it’s really sad that all these brown people are getting wet.

I just always think of this Tom Russell song.

I like Tom Russell. As song writing goes, he actually is better than the virtually anyone in the modern music scene. It’s funny he never really got recognized.

He turned into a total libshit, because he loves Mexican sluts and doesn’t apparently want to cross the border to get to them.

He romances the “latinos” and will die not understanding that all of that romance is projected from his own soul onto an “other” that really is devoid of romance.

But if you view the stories he’s telling in that context, they are still very good.

His most famous song was “Gallo Del Cielo,” about a Mexican cockfighter trying to buy back land that was stolen from his family in Poncho Villa’s revolution.

It’s sure as hell better than anything Bob “Dylan” ever wrote.

My favorite of his albums was “The Man From God Knows Where,” a concept album about his ancestry, an attempt to come to terms with his personal identity as an American with a mixed Irish and Scandinavian background.

This song (no embed) about his father who was a drunken paddy gambler but still a hero in his own mind is very good.

I think there is something deep with regards to the human experience in a lot of his songs, even when it is projected on Mexicans.

My personal favorite is probably “Tonight We Ride” about Black Jack Pershing hunting Poncho Villa.

Maybe there is something immediately relevant in that. Black Jack Pershing was a GANSTA.

That guy gave absolutely zero fucks. He never caught Poncho Villa, but he did commit a genocide against Moslems in the Southern Philippines. He used to execute them with bullets soaked in pigs blood.

He’s right up there with Sir Richard Burton as one of my favorite historical figures.

Because real men embrace the violence around them and roll with it. Great men go looking for it.

Russell also wrote a song about one of my favorite movies of all time: “A Touch of Evil.”

He was hella better than John Denver, I can tell you that.

Anyway, I don’t listen to music with guitars anymore.

Fuck that noise.

Buncha ancient, depressing substance-abuse crap.

I’m #TeamSynth 100.

That’s the shit that is going to lead to cyborg extermination squads. Not some whiny shit about feelings and women and booze.