Fight the Man, the Man Creeps In

If you don't think it could happen to you, think again. That's what they say. They aren't so off. It's ridiculous to me that no one can have a soap box on the Internet without The Man creeping in. It's why I try at every turn to make the platform mine. That is, the one I own fully and outright. How bloody convincing are you going to be if you post a vlog about anarchist freedom when the first five seconds of your stream is interrupted by a commercial about voting for a politician? How much of a fitness guru are you preaching that you don't need fancy diets or work outs while the feed has a commercial for an energy drink or "how to get a six pack in six minutes." You aren't a rebel. You aren't a maverick when the host of your video interrupts you with a billion sponsors.

Back in the day it used to bother me when there were other people's advertisements surrounding my blog or video. Now they are inserting themselves in the video and nobody has anything to say about it. This is my site, my videos, my platform and I'll be damned if I'm going to take the easiest way to get the word out. Which is why the word doesn't get out. Because you're over there going to the biggest video site or the most popular blogging site to get your fill.

Every week on The Fabulous D Show I try to put together something a little anti. That's anti-whatever. I'll start by Googling for the opposite of what everyone thinks about something. It's hard to find. They've buried us on this Internet contraption. Try to find the truth about a Founding Father or some real statistics on drunken behavior. Good luck!

If you're any bit of anybody anywhere you'll take the time to figure out your own platform. At least use platforms that do not put content in to your own! That's horrific. A practice that should have never been allowed to become OK. I can't believe you've let these ads appear at the bottom of your vlogs. I really can't believe you have allowed an advertiser five seconds before your fans hear what you have to say. I can't believe you stopped designing your own site with your own message where you can control the ads, all because nobody does that anymore. And I can't believe that with all the free internet radio stations on this planet you've sold yourself to an easy format owned by some other guy.

Listen to The Fabulous D Show every Sunday night at 7 PM EST / 12 AM GMT right here at TheArtistD.com. Where we try to give you the anti-opinion and the opposite view with whatever truth is left that we could find from the underground collective. Every episode downloadable now, right here, direct from me to you without interruption from anybody I don't want you to hear.

I'll Be Hating Religion for Lent

Every year it happens and every year I can't believe it. People you never believe would do so start lining up to get ashes swabbed on their head and making "resolutions" to refrain from doing things for several weeks for the Catholic ritual of Lent. It's like when you find out someone cool is ... well, participating in something you consider very, very uncool. Which brings some very uncomfortable feeling to the forefront.

Some people say they're participating in Lent for the challenge of giving something up and staying away from it. That's as bad as people going to church for loving support of community through Jesus. More over, a pair of gays getting married in a church that honors a religion that states they are going to hell. You do not participate in an organization that you disprove of. If you do not approve of priests getting away with rape, the banishing of persons for sexual preference or centuries worth of lies to control the populace then you shouldn't give them the time of day. Isn't that hypocritical? I would not participate in any Christian religion because I firmly believe it ruins more lives than it saves. That's enough reason for me. It didn't even have to get to the way they conduct business or rape your children to make up my mind.

For me it's more of a difficult decision to keep liking these people than wondering why they have decided to do the things they're doing. I've always been out there with people and I happen to like knowing everyone. Plus ... people just freaking adore me. This fills my world with a very broad spectrum of people. And yet it still twists my mind into a billion pieces when I find out someone I thought of as pure awesome is a conservative-thinking Sarah-Palin-Supporting Catholic-church-on-Sunday-going individual!

How does that happen and how should I feel about it? I don't know if I'll ever have the right answer. There is no conclusion to thought of understanding how you can love someone and absolutely hate their views and choices. To most this is easy to deal with because you may feel that people are people and are allowed to get behind some pretty stupid business. To you it may feel like a matter of personal opinion and some sort of diversity. But you need to understand to me it's as drastic a comparison as finding out your best friend is Adolf Hitler. Not the same thing? I don't think so. Killing Jews is bad, but so is supporting an organization who has made gays, lesbians, bisexuals and transgendered people (to name a few) be outcast, murdered and generally treated like shit.

Would you support the KKK if they presented you with a challenge to lay off chocolate or saying "the F word" for a month? Probably not and probably because you don't agree with the whole bothersome "black people thing" going on in their organization.

As much as I'd like to continue thinking people participating in religion are as cool as I thought they were, I can't. I can still agree that they are "nice people." You can be a nice person outside of your affiliations but quite frankly we are our affiliations! A nice girl who knits is a knitter. She's not just a nice girl. She's a knitting nice girl. I am an artist and a writer. If people forgive the things I say and choose to like me detached from everything I choose to be a part of then they may seriously be misguided in that decision.

There comes a time when we have to tell people what they are doing is not helping. Just because you're nice and maybe even awesome is not going to stop me from asking why the hell are smearing ashes on your head in support an organization of old men who have enslaved people for over 2,000 years? That and think just a little bit less of you for your decisions to do so.

Wanted: Idiots

It never ceases to amaze me that an employer would rather hire a lying fake individual than a truthful candid one. Time and time again they hire the candidate who answers all the "right" questions and plays their game, only to find out months or even just a few weeks later that they've chosen yet another dud. Thus wasting time and money. To which the employer then exclaims, "I thought they were such a good fit!"

All because they found someone who answered all the right questions and stepped outside of the box at the times they thought the person should. If they seem too good to be true, they probably are. Personally, I'd rather hire the person who comes in a little disheveled. The person who doesn't go out of their way to disagree or challenge me at my own interview, but the one who seems to be talking freely without thinking I might be expecting constant scripted response.

Here's a thought for the employers out there. How about starting the interview out with, "Are you and idiot?" Maybe ask a question you don't want to hear the answer to. "Do you like my hair cut?" Perhaps, "Do you like my shoes?" All slightly good questions to determine if the candidate is in fact an idiot. For example if they like your hair and your shoes, they're probably lying. Who likes both your hair and your shoes? And if they really do, do you want someone on your team who likes you that much?

To me playing the game in an interview is the equivalent of all of Hitler's cabinet telling him there was absolutly nothing wrong with exterminating the Jews. It's why I never worked out with high level corporate position interviews. If you interview with HR and don't answer the cookie cutter question with one of their cookie cutter answers, you won't be getting that call back. Say what they will, but being inventive, nervy and cutting edge 95% of the time will not get you the position.

The only time being yourself gets you the position of your dreams is if you interview for those few legitimate Craigslist postings posted by employers who are "just like you."

In the world I live in (which has already been determined to not be the world you live in) it's better to fill your corporation with loose cannons than a bunch of bloody sheep afraid to step out of the box. However, on the level of the current reality it's much better to hire the sheep. The governments, corporations and religions of the world have already proven that the sheep are the best way to go. If we had a world run by free thinkers whom had free thinking assistants we might actually have dynamic change and interesting concepts. In the case of our current state of affairs it's much more simple to have the sheeple run by the sheeple. Just because it's easier doesn't make it right.

Perhaps what bothers me most are the ads looking for talented, free thinking, artistic individuals. When it turns out that they were just looking for normal follow-the-leader types pretending to be interesting. If they really want an interesting individual then they just need to sit them down and ask ... are you an idiot? Of course it helps if the hiring party was also not an idiot.

The inspirational portion of today's message, gentle readers, is that while I have kissed an abundant amount of ass I've never really been able to watch my mouth or conform to what they wanted. Yet I've always found myself eventually being the one conducting the interviews instead of the one being interviewed. Being myself to a point has landed me in rather good positions. It's a line I chose to walk and maybe I would have progressed quicker had I been the sheep, my predisposition to be "the wacky one" eventually panned out.

It may be the luck of the draw. The world needs sheeple just as much. The needs of the top would not be met without the worker bee buzzing below. We need the chanting folks who have dedicated their life to meditation just as much as we need the surrealist in town square. But we can't all be charismatic loud mouths. Oddly bringing me back around aching to make another Hitler reference.

Strange Land

Sometimes I look at myself from across the room. There I am on the suede chesterfield watching odd documentaries with my husband about Adolf Hitler's sexual fetishes. My husband whom is in a corset. I am in my pajamas and high heels. Odd canvases slobbered with my imagination cover the walls. Strange artifacts and photos of odd people from around the world fill the shelves. Sipping on some of the best bourbon ever made. How lovely.

To think this is not how the people live. To think they have to hide out under disguises of normalcy when no one is really all that normal. To live shielded by a job, religion, particularly plain clothes and accessories. To come home at night and watch what everyone else is watching. All in the home furnished from the store that everyone else goes to and purchases a duplicate of the same thing.

No, it's much better to be myself with all the other people who want to be themselves. The domme queens and plumbers in sissy uniforms. The midgets who like to dress up like pirates. The metal heads relieving themselves on loud. There's no shame or guilt in a true lifestyle. There's nothing wrong with daddy wearing a diaper for kicks or your climbing a mountain to worship no body. 


It's always been a circus that I've slaved my way towards. A good release of personality into a Rocky Horror Picture Show life. To think they'd want anything else. Jesus on a crucifix and a three piece suit life? They'd prefer it. It was death to me. Death to a great imagination and death by a non-existent shameful guilt. Yet they run towards that because they're scared. Too scared to be who they want to be. Whatever that might be. Maybe because it's a little too hardcore and nobody gave them their safe word.

I'll stay up here. I'll keep watching the Sheeple move along and think it must be some odd Sci-Fi series. No one needs to tell me it's real. Surely no one in their right mind would want the things they say they do. Crazy is sane and sane is crazy down here on planet Earth.