“The truth is useless. You have to understand this right now. You can’t deposit the truth in a bank. You can’t buy groceries with the truth. You can’t pay rent with the truth. The truth is a useless commodity that will hang around your neck like an albatross — all the way to the homeless shelter. And if you think that the million or so people in this country that are really interested in the truth about their government can support people who would tell them the truth, you got another thing coming. Because the million or so people in this country that are truly interested in the truth don’t have any money.” – Jeb Bush, Sept. 2002
Hey! Shout out everyone that’s been posting the We Won’t Be Broke Forever video on their blogs and walls and showing it to their nans and stuff. I see you family. I appreciate that shit. I out a lot of work into this stuff, so it’s nice to have one’s blood and sweat and big fat salty eye pools getting out there in the world of men. Let it be known that had I a laurel I would not rest upon it. We shot another video on Saturday, for Full Metal Alchemist from Manga Music. Here’s a still. I am wielding the Magic Potion.
Word bond. I’m shooting some more stuff tomorrow too. And I have been working on a special mixtape that will be released via The Quietus, along with musical ideas for my third album, Time’s new album, myself and Polar Bear’s album, and myself and Issue’s album. Dr Hague hooked me up with the Maschine, and I have been having some fucking fun with that, let me tell you. Maybe too much fun. Don ain’t seen his pillow till 6am most days, and his sleeping patterns are all out of whack with the general populace. But that’s OK. Don is used to being out of whack with the general populace. Don hasn’t had a TV in the house since 2003, and won’t read newspapers either. Don considers it important to keep his brain clear of State Programming as much as he can. Aslo he finds it fun to speak in the third, second, fourth and fifth persons at such times as he sees fit, for the sake of variation and perspective.
Some “news” did reach me, wherever, of Vladimir Putin’s continued reign over in the Russialand, where they took my Polish grandfather when he was 12, straight from school on the back of a truck, without ever getting to say goodbye to his parents. Putin will officially preside of the country until at least 2018 – an impossibly futuristic date the visage of which I can certainly not picture . I can barely imagine what the world will look like in September. Time moves so fast these days it feels like a good month at least since that Odd Future video in which Tyler appears a a centaur appeared, yet it was only a week.
I saw Khodorkovsky earlier, a documentary about the World’s Richest Man Under 40, who was jailed seemingly indefinitely by Putin after he raised the issue of Russian State Corruption on international television. It briefly raised the ghost of Alexander Litvinenko, the KGB officer who was poisoned and and died in 2006. Litvinenko is said to have had information of the real murderers of a town’s mayor who’s death Putin now pins on Khodorkovsky, as he looks for more reasons to not let him out of jail (he was initially accused of tax evasion). But some of us recall that the doomed Alexander had plenty more to say about Putin, like the following, published four months before his poisoning and death.
By Alexander Litvinenko
A few days ago, Russian President Vladimir Putin walked from the Big Kremlin Palace to his Residence. At one of the Kremlin squares, the president stopped to chat with the tourists. Among them was a boy aged 4 or 5.
‘What is your name?’ Putin asked.
‘Nikita,’ the boy replied.
Putin kneed, lifted the boy’s T-shirt and kissed his stomach.
The world public is shocked. Nobody can understand why the Russian president did such a strange thing as kissing the stomach of an unfamiliar small boy.
The explanation may be found if we look carefully at the so-called “blank spots” in Putin’s biography.
After graduating from the Andropov Institute, which prepares officers for the KGB intelligence service, Putin was not accepted into the foreign intelligence. Instead, he was sent to a junior position in KGB Leningrad Directorate. This was a very unusual twist for a career of an Andropov Institute’s graduate with fluent German. Why did that happen with Putin?
Because, shortly before his graduation, his bosses learned that Putin was a pedophile. So say some people who knew Putin as a student at the Institute.
The Institute officials feared to report this to their own superiors, which would cause an unpleasant investigation. They decided it was easier just to avoid sending Putin abroad under some pretext. Such a solution is not unusual for the secret services.
Many years later, when Putin became the FSB director and was preparing for presidency, he began to seek and destroy any compromising materials collected against him by the secret services over earlier years. It was not difficult, provided he himself was the FSB director. Among other things, Putin found videotapes in the FSB Internal Security Directorate, which showed him making sex with some underage boys.
Interestingly, the video was recorded in the same conspiratorial flat in Polyanka Street in Moscow where Russian Prosecutor-General Yuri Skuratov was secretly video-taped with two prostitutes. Later, in the famous scandal, Putin (on Roman Abramovich’s instructions) blackmailed Skuratov with these tapes and tried to persuade the Prosecutor-General to resign. In that conversation, Putin mentioned to Skuratov that he himself was also secretly video-taped making sex at the same bed. (But of course, he did not tell it was pedophilia rather than normal sex.) Later, Skuratov wrote about this in his book Variant Drakona (p.p. 153-154).
Watching Khodorkovsky, I recal thinking to myself that in Putin, there was a man who actually appeared to have a little sway over matters. Unlike our own prime minister, who speaks with the authority of a man reading from a shopping list written by his mother.
Vladimir Putin, currently prime minister and child-smooching tiger-wrestler in chief, won the election on Sunday with 64 per cent of the vote amid widespread claims of vote-rigging and claims from international monitors that it was “an unfair win”, but David “Dave” Cameron, who one can often find reading un-passionedly from motherly shopping lists about despotic undemacratic doo-doo heads that must be removed by extreme NATO force immediately said that he “looked forward to working with Mr Putin to overcome the obstacles in the relationship between Britain and Russia and build deeper political and trade links.”