(to the Idol in the Eye of Nothing)
for the Wicked Walsh Clan
You are there and You are not
You are a
Holy Mystery
never to be held
never to be seen …/Sought never to be Found
Fed Never to be Satisfied
We worship You
We worship You (We cannot touch YoulWe cannot see You/
We cannot know You/We are Unworthy)
Do We not wish to Rock?
Do We not wish to Roll?
Do We not wish to Rule?
Don’t We Rule the World?
Now isn’t that Special?
Now isn’t that Special?
Now isn’t that Special?
We’re Ordinary People.
YES WE ARE!
And We make all The Noise to prove it!
And We’ve got all The Toys to Prove it!
We are Movers
We are Shakers
We’re Ingenious!
We are Movers
We are Shakers
We’re Ingenious!
We are Darwin’s Theory of Evolution
We are Special Answers and
Solutions
We’ve a Notion
you’re in need
of a
Very Special Bargain!
It’s a Secret
Inot a Serpent
Iit won’t Bite you.
It’s a Secret
Not a Serpent
It won’t Strike you
Take it/Hide it
Pet it/keep it/
Take it/hide it/
pet itlkeep it
quiet/It’s a Secret Turn the
Light Out.
God of Secrets
Corrects Error
it takes
WHITE
OUT!
We will weep it
WHITE
We will Keep It Special
We will Keep it WHITE
We will Kill
to Keep It Special
Grieve a GHOST here Nothing to the Idol
You see
the steps to get to Heaven
they
paint W H I T E !
And Then Jesus in The Thorn Crown
t h a t paints W H I T E !
Clouds are nice,
THEY are W H I T E
So is D.C. (Just The WHITE PARTS!)
So is
EVERY U.S. PRESIDENT!
(and if THAT Does Not Date This
You will Know the 20th Century Poetry
for it’s Antiquated Eloquence….)
So let’s be Honest
Now
You’ve come THIS far
to See Us
Unveil Our
Evil Little Christmas Star
Our Evil
Little
Pride.
And Joy.
Tell Me
Tell Me
Riddle
Me Now/Purge Me/Splurge Me/W A S H M E W H I T E
Sell Me Something
Good and Plenty
Hot and Nasty
Raunched and Spicy
So What’s A Few Casualties.?
Is This Not War?
Now Isn’t That Spec-
Now Isn’t That Sp-
Now Isn’t That…..
So What’s A Few Dead Niggers?
So What?
SO WHAT’S
a
Few
Dead (Better THEM than US) Shall We Not Use Them For Cheap Labor?
Shall We Not Pet The Nice Monkeys and Do Them a Favor?
(“MY Ghetto Raised GoriLLa
can OUT-SPORT
YOUR Trailer Park Chimp!”)
Shall We Not
Sell Them Lies, Lines and Jive?
Exploit Them?
Oppress Them?
Cheat Them from Life?
Fuck Them?
Kill Them?
Mess with their Minds?
Hate Them?
Hurt Them?
Eat Them Alive?
is this Not Better?
that way.
We win.
The Game
We play.
with Life.
Right?
So What’s a Few Dead Faggots? So What?!
Their Mothers never Loved Them, Anyway.
It’s NOT Their Mothers’ Fault.
Freaks happen.
Let Them Self-Exterminate!
(and Let’s get rid
of ALL those Lazy Pregnant
Under-Age Puerto Rican Bitches, too!)
You Know They Have
to Go
You Know….
No.
You CANNOT bring ONE
Home.
They Breed
They Breed tike Pests
You Know…
Like Roaches
(….and flies I Do Despise, the more I know Roaches,
though, the More l like Niggers and Flies I Do
Despise, the more I know Niggers, ths More I like
Faggots and Flies I Do Despise, the More I know
Faggots, the More I Like Flies!)
Disgusting!
Not Acceptable!
I Pray You Never Date ONE..,……!
What would My Friends think?
WE MUST NOT MIX WITH THAT! WE MUST NOT!
WE MUST NOT MIX WITH THAT! WE MUST NEVER!
They Do Not Come From Good Homes!
Their Lifestyles are Inappropriate.
(Now Isn’t That…)
(-(- Now Isn’t -)-)
(Now Isn’t That…)
(-(- Now Isn’t -)-)
Since You insist on being Stupid, Let’s
Explain it.
WE Rule the World.
We have all The Toys.
WE come From Good Homes.
WE
are Privileged to Have:
Looks
and
Wealth and
tal-
tal-
uh……. ADVERTISING! Yes! That’s ltl
WE have ADVERTISING and YOU Don’t!
So We are More IMPORTANT!
So We are More Special!
So There!
We are Ordinary People. Everyday People. Normal People.
Yes.
And We Live Better Lifestyles
because
We Don’t have Filthy Houses with
roaches
or
rats
or
Crack Dens in OUR Neighborhoods
or
Drug Dealers on OUR Streets
or
Drive By Shootings Here
or
Inappropriate Behavior of Any kind
because
We are the Milk-Fed
Chalk-White
Pasty Tasty
Power Station Nation
of Numero Uno Jet-Set….
(Ready?….
(GET SET…)
(to the left, to the right,
P O S E !
to the Left, to the Right,
P O S E !
Smile for The Special Camera!
Smile Wide!
Smile,
Precious Special One.
to the Right, to the Right,
Come On!
to the Right, to the Right,
COME ON ! ! ! !
A Boogie and a Woogie and Come On!
Get On Downd Boogie and Get On Down with The Program!
G E T O N D O W N ! ! ! ! ! !
Fall with Us
Fall with Us
All Fall Down
Fall
Into
The Gap
(That will be American Express, Please.)
Down/(“No Miss. We don’t Accept Diamonds.”)
Oh No.
Conservative
is Just
So
You Don’t Offend
Our Cynical Sensibilities, Dear…
And if You Aren’t
Part of Our
Very Special Clique
then
Just Play Along
with Our Rules
anyway
and
You’ll be
then
Somewhat
Acceptable…. (SCORNFUL WHISPER:
-Though You’ll NEVER Be Us.)
And When We’re Bored….
….We’ll Give You Role Models like Micheal Jackson
or Prince
or
The Self-Exterminating Kind like
Arthur Ashe
(Graves Make Lovely Shrines
For a Few Lousy Niggers
Bitching
that They Have No
Self-Respect!
(-(-THAT will Win Votes From The Queers……. The WHITE ONES<
Anyway, HEY!
YOU’SE GOTTA PLACATE! HEY!!
The Bills Need Paying)-)
Hey!
YOU!
Out There.
Reading This.
Yeah, YOU!
I Bet You Don’t Even Know
Who I am.
Certainly. I’ll Tell You My Evil Little Secret.
But Just Don’t You Breathe A WORD of it!
My Name is Doctor Idol.
I’ll make Sure You Take
(my Hate)
My Special Medicines. The World will Hate You
if You Do Not
Obey.
I Want You To Obey ME.
I Want All Your Power,
I Want All Your Attention,
Or
I’ll EAT
Your Peace
Away…
My Appetite for Suffering?
B o t t o m l e s s!
I am Your Soul Doctor.
Worship Me
when I hold
this Ticking Watch
Swinging
back and forth
back and forth
back and forth….
You
are getting Sleepy.
Sleepy….
Sleep!
Sleep, Precious Special One.
Sleep.
Close Your Eyes.
Close Your Mind.
Retreat.
Don’t Think!
Let ME be your Eyes.
Let ME be your Mind.
Hush !
You are Under My Power Now, Baby!
Sweet Dreams. Sweet Dreams, Special One….
I am Your Idol,
You Worship Me.
and The Terms of This Contract are:
A) You won’t Understand Me
I am a Mystery.
B) I am Your Pride.
You can Love Me,
But I am Under No Obligation by Contract
to Return This Love.
Pay Over-Close Attention to Me.
Reason Here is Irrelevant.
I’m Under
Every Surrendered Authority to
be Tyrannically Demanding of You.
Acceptance of My Abuse is
acceptable
to Me.
Only This Pleases Me.
Nothing Else.
C) The Glamour Clause of This Contract
States
that All Emphasis
on Physical Beauty
is Mandatory. Only
Certain Parts Need Emphasis
at all.
(Apart from The Whole)
This Contract Expires with
Natural Death.
(Please Note:
The Trick of this Clause
is to Deceive the Undersigned
Into Worthless Possession of Good Looks
for Glamour
which fades
eventually
with
Time.
Nothing Lasts Forever!)
D)The More You Give Me,
The More I DEMAND you Give Me!
The Less You Give Me,
The More I make You Feel
INADEQUATE!
The More You Please Me,
The Less I Embarrass You.
The Less You Please Me,
The More I Terrorize You!
Guilt
is a
Motherfucker, Baby…..
……and So Am I!
I Know All
Your Dirty Little Secrets
E) As God of Projections and Shadows
I am Entrusted with The Keys
to Your Worst Nightmares.
Unmasked,
I am Your Super-Ego
Hidden in Your Body, though Enemy to it.
Unseen,
I am Your Sense of Littleness,
Insignificance,
and Brute Force, Your Sense of
Danger which Attracts You
And Your Shitty Sense of Self
and No-Self, Your Low Self-Esteem……
Trust Me
As ALL do.
There is Nothing That I Wish More
Than
to Make Nothing Last
Forever!
You will Help Me
Make Nothing
Last
Forever
because I Cherish
the Contribution of Your Individual
Death
which must Come with Time,
which must Come with Age….
Only THIS
will CEASE
the Eternal Hell I
can Make of
Your Every Waking Moment!
Ah, Alas! So Pathetic! Your Tears Do NOT move Me….
ANXIETY is a Bitch,
Ain’t It!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
(You Don’t Even Know W H Y
You Worship Me,
Do You?
Didn’t Think So.)
Just Sign Here X____________________________________________________________________________________________
This is MY Contract. Like it Or Lump it You
Stupid
Idiot…….
I will Reel You In Like A
Slippery Eel
caught by My Clever Lines
I’m TOTALLY INSANE! My Genius is For Hire is For Horror Is
For Murder
And I Hide
Behind
Your Face.
I’m Your Belief
in
Time and Space
and Science. Why I
Build Your Cities. You should Respect that, Right?
I Give You Neat Toys to Play with
and People Less-Special than You for You to Pick On!
(“Eat Your Spinach, Harve,
There’s Babies Less-Special
Than You, Starving for What’s
On Your Very Plate.”)
(“yes Mummy Dearest.”)
Everybody Can’t Be On Top,
Them’s The Rules.
Only Special People can Do
Anything Worthwhile, History proves that! P>Be Nobody’s Fool….
MAKE NOTHING LAST FOREVER !
Segregation Now!
Integration Never!
Separation Nowl
Separation Forever!
HIP-HIP
Hooray!
HIP-HIP
HOORAAAY!
Join Today.
Be a Part of The Special People!
Don’t be Laughed at. (THE WORST.) Don’t be Ridiculed.
Don’t be Picked On! And Don’t be Left Behind…..
(The Joneses Have Always Had Devils
in Them, But That’s My Special Secret…..)
You Might as Well
OBEY!
OBEY!
OBEY!……
…….I’ll Share with You My
Toys of Powerl
Only
Just Obey! and DO NOT Think
About It. THAT IS A DIRECT ORDER !
And DON’T LOVE
unless its SPECIAL!
HURRY!!
Offer Expires Soon.
While Supplies
and The Law of Supply and Demand Last,
(Pay No Attention to That Spiraling, High Climbing Inflation….
…..just Get MORE Credit Cards!)
Master Charge and Visa
Accepted
(NOW ISNT?/NOW?/
NOW ISN’T?/ NOW ISN’T?/NOW?/
NOW ISN”T?/)
(and for Joining,
You get this SPECIAL EDITION
of “Sports Illustrated”!
This Limited Edition on “Blacks In Sports”
Edited by The Author of “The Bell Curve
also Contains
a Candid
Interview with Former Mayor of New York City, Rudolph Giuliani
Whose
Opening Editorial Opinion
Does Not
Necessarily Reflect/Does Not Necessarily Express/
Reftect/Express/Reftect/Express
The Views of This Program…….)
14, MAY 1996
Chelsea, NYC————————————————————-