Already?!

Couldn't they have stalled another 6 months? Who really wants government machinery to operate in a timely, efficient manner?
*end sarcasm*

Wow. *Issues*.

This kid might need some help. But the question is, why did he even have access to naughty pics of his own mother?

The World of Lenon Honor

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Lenon Honor is a dude who analyzes pop culture in search of subliminal Satanic/Illuminati/sexual symbolism that he says is being used to pervert society. And he finds it. In spades. He has unearthed the real meaning of the song "Umbrella" (umbrella=vagina) and the remake of Angels in the Outfield (pure Satanic pedophilia and homosexuality from start to finish).

In short, he is batsh** insane. He even has his own convoluted cosmology, featuring reptilian demon-gods and a messianic figure he calls Oro Oyogomunde. He says the minds of mankind are controlled by The Cube. TV? No. He writes:

"It is an umbrella. The Cube is evil. It has manipulated and controlled the minds of hundreds of millions, if not billions of human beings throughout known time."

Wait, what? You mean The Cube? Or evil? Or umbrellas? Are umbrellas still vaginas in this context?

Welcome to the world of Lenon Honor.

The cartoons above are a little taste of Honor's film Demons in the Outfield, available at his website. While not literally representative of what's in the film, it's pretty close (sorry 'bout the quality; scanner's not working). He begins by explaining that many systems do the work of The Cube, perpetuating the "tenants [sic] of the superstructure that envelopes the world". Disney is one such system. "There is something evil taking place. You may have already sensed its trepadation [sic]."

He begins with the packaging of the video. The Disney logo contains three 6s. G, as in Rated G, is a Freemasonic symbol.
On to the movie. Honor shows us a short scene up to six times to get his points across, as when a creepy dad played by Dermot Mulroney grabs his son's bellyfat "in an awkward way" and appears to let his eyes linger on his genital region. Since the dad character is creepy, rude, absent from his son's life, and smoking a cigarette, he is clearly not intended to be the hero of the film, but to Honor this is the first of many examples of how Disney is trying to "manipulate and influence the minds of humanity so that all of humanity will accept and partake in Pedophilia." He never quite explains why Disney (or anyone else, for that matter), would want everyone to become child molesters. Only The Cube knows.

In another scene, a ballplayer played by Tony Danza sits in a tub flexing his sore pitching hand, a "symbolic representation of any erect penis."
"How's the arm?" Adrian Brody's character asks.
"It's feeling strong." This means "My penis is erect."

Several scenes include a "fat woman in red" in the background, and even though she plays no role in the action, Honor singles her out for extreme scrutiny. She shouldn't have her legs open, an infinitesimal amount of her cleavage shouldn't be visible in an overhead shot, her breasts shouldn't be used as a backdrop for the boys seated in front of her, just as another pair shouldn't be visible (but blurry) behind Christopher Lloyd. Breasts just shouldn't be in movies at all, I guess. Later, Honor plays one shot of a boy plopping down in front of the lady in red over and over in slo mo, to show us that he's being symbolically raped by the woman.
One segment featuring "androgynous pedophile" Taylor Negron is titled Anal Penetration Via Nachos.
That's how much sense this film makes.

Yet, somehow, Demons in the Outfield Revisited makes even less sense. Honor spends an inordinate amount of time trying to convince us that Danny Glover (star of Angels in the Outfield) and Oprah Winfrey are actually pedophiles, then painstakingly but awkwardly building an argument that Hollywood creates "character arcs" for its most popular actors as a means of convincing us that bad behaviour is good behaviour. For instance, he says Denzel Washington played heroes for roughly half his career, culminating in his portrayal of Malcolm X in Spike Lee's eponymous film. Then his characters took a turn for the worse: the jazz musician in Mo' Better Blues, the detective in the "Satanic" film Fallen (actually a classic good-vs-evil supernatural thriller, but never mind), the "pedophile" in Man on Fire (actually about a cop protecting a little girl), and finally the corrupt cop in Training Day. Too bad that Honor made his movie before the Pelham 123 remake, 'cause that definitely places him back in the hero portion of the arc. Anyway, the point he's trying to get across is that Hollywood gets us to identify one particular actor with heroism, then slowly conditions us to accept depraved behaviour by placing him in increasingly debauched roles. I would guess that Denzel just wants to break out of typecasting and test his considerable skills, but what would I know? I'm in thrall to The Cube, whatever it is.

Lenon Honor really doesn't like Training Day. In fact, he hates it so much that he tells us Malcolm X was assassinated twice: Once in the Audubon Ballroom on February 21, 1965, and again on October 5, 2001 - the day Training Day was released. And he ties this in to the Disney-sponsored debasement of Britney Spears, leading to perhaps the best line in the Demons films:

"Some may say that Britney Spears and Malcolm X have nothing in common."

Honor's seven-part series What Lies in Plain Sight is an analysis of Michael Jackson's "Beat It" song and video, which is of course a thinly veiled homosexual gang initiation.

When not overanalyzing the hell out of music vids and making "films", Mr. Honor likes to play the flute and pose with bizarre hand-lettered signs. You can see more of his special brand of insanity on his YouTube channel or on his website, www.lenonhonorfilms.com.

Watch Out. They'll Getcha.

To understand this, you'll have to watch the vid below. It's one of the things Z-Kid and I were laughing ourselves crazy over - I even woke up in the middle of the night giggling at it.

Vacation, all I ever wanted...

We had a great 4-day vacation in Minnesota, catching up with my family. Grandpa looks and sounds far better than I expected him to, considering he just had a stint put in and is more bruised-up than a Safeway apple (please don't sue).
He'll be starting chemo in July.

Z-Kid and I almost burst ourselves laughing at the insane ramblings of Lenon Honor (more on him tomorrow), bad anime, the Nostalgia Critic, and lots of other stuff.
It turns out I am the most uncoordinated Wii Fit user in the short but colourful history of Wii Fit. After the ski jump, I actually had my Mii pounding its fists on the ground and sobbing. But I'm pretty good at Boom Blox.

Richard was in heaven - he got to swim in an actual lake, eat meat every single night, and watch lots of pelicans.

This was a vacation vacation for me - no blogging, no Facebook, no Sims. Heck, I didn't even check my email. It was wonderful. I'm glad to be back, but it was good to take a breather.
The only interruption was when we passed a 40-foot hand-lettered "billboard" somewhere between Winnipeg and Ontario (can't recall), among all the other homemade billboards of half-dead fetuses and vaguely menacing Bible passages (GOD IS NOT MOCKED). It read "You can't cover the truth!" above INFOWARS.COM in huge letters. Ye gods. This is why I started Leaving Alex Jonestown. Not because Alex Jones is worse than Michael Savage or Rush Limbaugh, but because I don't see their websites smeared across giant hillbillyboards in the middle of freaking nowhere. He has clearly captured the hearts and, um, minds of the rural paranoid. Anyway, other than the billboard I managed to avoid Alex Jones for nearly an entire week. I feel smarter already.

Speaking of billboards, could someone please explain the billboards in Winnipeg to me? One was just an old woman holding up a heaping bowlful of what appeared to be oversized Crunchberries. Everything in the picture was mauve. It read "Colourful Clara" or another name that begins with C, and that was it.
I also saw a spice store that was called, I kid you not, Spice World. And the slogan painted on the window was "Spice up your life!". Srsly.

I stayed away from the news, more or less. I'm eager to see what kind of wild conspiracy theories have already sprouted around Jacko's death, other than Richard's (Iran killed him to distract the media) and Alan's (he's not really dead).

The only snag in our holiday was that our return flight was kept on the ground for a couple of hours after landing, thanks to thunderstorms. I read most of a Kathy Reichs mystery during the wait. It was gawdawful.

Sophie, as usual, wasn't too thrilled when we ended her vacation at the bunny spa. But I've bribed her halfway into liking me again, with some banana and kale.

Here are a few pics of the family (well, my grandparents - my folks haven't outed themselves too much with photos on their own blogs, so I'll continue that tradition for now).
I have great vids of my grandpa complaining about the salt in hospital food and me & Z-Kid trying to explain Skype to Mom ("how will you guys find each other if you don't know your names?"), but I'll keep those private too. ;D

Grandpa
Just awful.
Grandma

Almost Vacation Time!

We're flying to Winnipeg tomorrow, then driving down to the States to visit my family for a few days. We were going to drive all the way, which we've done several times, but Richard realized about a week ago that he wanted a truly relaxing vacation - no long-ass drive. Also, this way we can spend more time visiting.

Happy Father's Day!!

A simulated Father's Day for you, Dad. Enjoy. Love you and see you soon!!



P.S. Your Sim is really freakin' tired now.

Best misheard lyrics ever: O Fortuna