deucethewild

I was told the other day that I was a bigot, for the comic which i posted on Deviant art poising my views on Paganism, expressing my experiences with "Pagans" on a personal level. The old me would have whimpered and cried, and begged for forgiveness for doing such a heinous act as getting on someone's bad side. But that was the old me, and having old geezers spitting their words at you and trying to make you feel like shit just for doing your job has changed me. Having ladies scream at you because you pressed a non existent make-the-gas-pump-slower-button has changed me. and being used by pagans again and again, just to be told that I was a bad person for not submitting wholly to their wishes because I'm the good Christian, it's what I'm supposed to do... So you are offended by the things I say understand that I can only tell you what I know from what I have experienced, Once a pagan comes into my life that isn't solely looking out for number one then perhaps I'll change my attitude toward the modern bastardization of an old and powerful religion. Just as I am disgusted with false Christians, I am just as disgusted with false Pagans, false Buddhists, and False Islamics.

But first and foremost, to those of you who don't quite get it yet.

My Insult to Society... IS A COMEDY. It is SATIRE, it is a FUCKING JOKE, so if you can't grasp a simple concept as satire, then don't read my comic, there's much more productive things you could be doing, like playing in traffic.

I don't have time to be politically correct, and try to please all the people all the time. I express my opinions and try to make as many people as possible laugh. Would you have yelled at George Carlin, if he had made fun of Pagans instead of Christians?

"Pagans want you to believe there's a Whole bunch of Invisible people in the sky all watching you with different opinions on your actions!!!"

No... Because It's COMEDY.

It isn't my fault if you can't take a joke.

Good Night and God Bless.

http://deucethewild.deviantart.com/art/A-Saucy-Puppet-Show-66384574

I'm working on getting the funny flowing, I wonder if this is going to get my killed by the pagan community... well if they can ever actually work together on something and not be suspicious of each other.

but enough about me... Legitimate Comics Coming in january of 2008, I promise, D*Con changed my outlook and my life, I plan on going total gung ho behind this thing, and Nothing but actually inability to move my hands will stop me, and even then i might still try to wing it.

muahahaha

i hate me more than you do!

-D2E

"There are four doors that lead into my bedroom. they must have really liked making doors in the old days." -Boston Bryan McCown II (aka Me) age 7

No little Boston, you just got stuck living in what 97 years prior was the old living room, where everything else connected and the family came together by the now boarded up fireplace to converse when there was no television. You were the center of your parent's whole world so they placed you in the center of their house, so they and your brother could keep an eye on you at all times, to keep you safe.

I found, again, a book i had made when i was younger, in kindergarten, and the naive statements reminded me that my thought process has always been on a different track than most people. And nothing has changed since then, forcefully stepping outside of the box outside of the box, to watch the people who think they're original, noticing still a box around myself which i seek to escape as well.

"I love my house because we laugh a lot there."

Today is the first day of the rest of my life: I'm going to Dragon Con. Atlanta, Hyatt Regency Hotel, Dragon Con. I've been there once before and it was an interesting turn of events. Let's think, what happened in... 2000 was it? oh my how time flies. I drove alone down in my mother's blue sedan to surprise my love interest at the time, and wound up alienating myself further from her because of my own cowardice and insecurity. I accidentally got to hang with Rogue from the Cruxshadows in a 10 second trip in the elevator, Hugged Jason Voorhez, Voltaire signed my badge, Won the Diablo 2 Tournament (Only to get entered into a drawing, which was the lamest tourny prize ever), and got invited to join a Live Action Role Play to be a Pimp. Oh and locked the keys in the car after getting a call from my parents who thought that I was going to be back BY Monday, not leaving ON Monday, and Alexis bailed me out. She's saved my ass on quite a few occasions now that I think more about it. So all in all the experience was worth the hardships and I fell in love with more than just a young girl that weekend.

Now it is 5:51 AM on Friday the 31st, by my original plans for Dragon Con I am approximately 5 hours and 51 minutes behind schedule, but we are doing things differently now, and I won't be leaving until 1:30, with Aaron and Kimberly. I now have anxieties and pressure built up inside of me that I have never felt before, I'm ready for this... I am prepared to go down, and I have my paths set out, my goals ready to be accomplished, a camera that works, and a vendetta to have a drink with Voltaire. At the same time, as it always comes to me when I anticipate, I think of all the things that could, would, and most likely will go wrong. What we could forget, if the car breaks down, if there's a wreck, if the event gets canceled some how, these thoughts hound me at every turn and I can't sleep, I keep going over lists and checking, double checking them all. And even though on paper it looks good, as it always does, I know that Murphy's Law is waiting for me to let my guard down.

But i have faith, a recently renewed faith in higher powers and within myself, that this will be a wonderful experience and nothing will keep it from being such. Not even me.

Good night and God Bless

TEMPLE IS AT WORLD GROTTO
LOL!!!
ALL NEW LOWS THOSE LOSERS
LOL!!!

One mile is 5,280 feet, Fourty Five miles is 237,600 feet.

One hour is Sixty Minutes, one minute is sixty seconds.

Fourty Five miles per hour, means that you are at a speed which will allow for you to travel two hundred thirty seven thousand six hundred feet in sixty minutes, three thousand nine hundred sixty feet in one minute, and sixty six feet per second.

If the vehicle would stop abruptly, such as from colliding with another car, or perchance that the steering went out and took you into a ditch. The vehicle would stop and you would continue through the car windshield and out onto the asphalt. Your body would be making contact with rough, serrated, unforgiving asphalt, like goudha to a cheese grater, and making record time across said asphalt covering 11 human heights in only the first second. More than likely whatever flesh collided with the asphalt will have been reduced to red stains and more or less unsalvagable. Bone would be turned to a white powder and blown away by the air pocket that caught up to the car.

And these fucking idiots behind me are honking because I'm only doing 45...

so i lied, i don't have the time to focus on actually writing what i wanted to write and so i'm going to be getting to that soon though, cause i really want you to know the story.

on a cheerier note, i have taken up getting back on the intellectual track with everyone else and purchased some novels today, i've begun reading again so that i can learn what does and doesn't work in books. first of the five that i'm reading is American Gods, only have the first chapter so far and jesus h. motherfucking boom boom christ... it's good.

take care my friends and loved ones, and i will keep you in my prayers.

word.

This is deuce the wild speaking, speaking to you. there was no chance in hell that I could possibly dream this up, so i had to share it.

Today... may seventeenth, is my birthday. it's amazing. i became twenty two years old. so i decided that i would celebrate it the way that any good young man should, i got drunk... I indulged, in fact had i ten more dollars to spare i would have kicked things off in perfect style following justin's idol and my new bane... dr. hunter s. thompson. though i do enjoy his writing and his excessive lifestyle, i learned something today...

people would read about thomspon's adventures, his excess and drug use, they will watch a movie where a man does so many halucenogenic (did i spell that rigth, probablly not, don't care) pills and snort enough cocaine to kill a horse. But i have learned that when the same style of indulgence is staring them in the face, the same people would rather expunge it and cower. for fuck sake I went to the electric cowboy to enjoy meself... by the way it's a shitty club that should never be visited, i will divulge on this part later... i only hade 2 shots of Jaegermeister and 3... 2.5 budweisers in less than an hour before they decided that my presence was a bane on their establishment, and i was no longer welcome i was told to leave.

and as i was told to leave i suddenly was left with a paradox. what did they expect me to do?!? they thought i was hammered like a lonely sailor who broke into his captain's secret stash, and i was supposed to do what? drive home? walk home, as if my house was somewhere in the crowded parking lot outside, or the cardboard box out back?! they didn't offer me a cab, they just said they thought i should leave. well I did leave, pissed on their window, and took a small nap in my car dreaming of the wet t-shirt contest and how i'd like to have bludgeoned the winner and claimed her as a wife, before coming home to smash my fingers on a keyboard until satisfied.

it's a sad sad reality, the world isn't ready for a new thompson yet... and i swear that when the opportunity arises, like ... like ... what's his name... old man and the sea... boring old fuck... Heinman? no... Hemmingway!!! that't the man!! like hemmingway and thompson, i promise that i one day will fill the void for a over indulging mad man who rambles on a typewriter until his fingers are sore or until the jack daniels is dry. Now if you don't mind me, i'm going back to my banannanannananna pudding, happy birthday to me.

oh, and i expect to have a full report of my findings on the electric cowboy and why that club should never be visited tomorrow if all of my recordings are auidble... wish i hadn't actually talking into the microphone doing a poor thompson imitation... oh well. drink up me harties, yo ho!!!

I got to see mirror mask today!!!

not all of it... but the best parts!!!

OMG it's amazing...


that's all...

when i'm not psychotically tired i might.... MIGHT... say more.

see ya!

I'm never sure what I'm supposed to feel any more...

submissives rebelling, not obeying commands, slaves uprising with out even realizing it...

double standards from longstanding friendships...

chaos incarnate un-able to handle change?

lives are to been thrown out soon... I believe that in 2008 there will be a massive crap shoot... none of us will be prepared for it, even as I prophecize now I don't know when it will happen, nor why or how it will turn out. But i believe that in 2008 everything will change... the presidency will change, the world as we all know it will buckle and reform, there is a dark forboding future for us all if we let it be... or if we will it, it will be our new focus and direction towards glory.

All i know is that i can feel it in every pore of my body, every nook and cranny twitches with oddly placed anticipation... or maybe it's just the rage i still feel towards people I thought were friends of mine...

maybe it's just my head up my ass... no It can't be... I feel this from the deepest wells of my heart... it's coming.

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Yeah, i've decided that there is no way that I'm going to take the time to do the comic, I'll still whine and cry about it for probablly another week, and I'll always be sketching for when I try again, but until then I'm going to clear my slate and stop getting myself stretched 30 different directions at once. It's sad to say, but it's there...





ON a happier note My DeviantArt is getting fresher by the week, Perhaps if i feel crazy, new episodes or sketches will be posted there.

Ponder, ponder, ponder.

Things have been happening very rapidly and there are many different opinons and reactions...

and once again I must Advocate the best way I can...

These are just some things I want to throw out there to make sure you grasp this.

1. Downloading Music off the Internet that was not open for download by the artist who made the music, or put up for free download by ASCAP... Is ILLEGAL, No ifs, ands, or buts...

2. It's not funny in any way, shape, or form, to find your number on a bathroom wall...

3. Magic: The Gathering is NOT Yugioh, Magic relies on the proper distribution of cards and the right combinations of actions and reactions to win, Yugioh is completely based of Card price... the most expensive cards win the game.

4. Vegan foodstuffs don't taste horrible, but I'll be damned if it doesn't take some getting used to.

5. Jack Thompson is still a self-righteous, stuck-up, ambulance-hunting, jack ass.

6. Rap music is nothing to be proud of.

7. 300 was a wonderful graphic novel, and they turned it into a glorious movie, it was not designed to be historically accurate, it was designed to retell a great story the way the greeks would have told the story to their descendents, passing it down as a legendary tale.

8. No, no number 8, I thought i could get to 10, but that's really all I have to say... Catch you people on the flip side.

Here.... go here... it's funny.

I realized the other day that I am in fact the devil's advocate, for better or for worse. I can not EVER simply accept things because someone says them. If you tell me the sky is blue I want you to prove it to me. If you tell me a movie is good I want you to explain why. and now for a few Advocations for the week.

If Tool is the greatest band ever why can't they think up anything original?

If Eddie Murphy movies are written so poorly, why do black people pay so much money to go see them?

Is it homophobic to call a homosexual man a cocksucker?

Why don't the Terrorists chill in mexico for a while and then sneak in through our border, 3 million Mexicans didn't seem to have a problem doing it.

How is it fair that my friend's family can't afford to buy enough groceries to make it from pay check to paycheck, and don't qualify for food stamps. Yet a mexican woman and her three brothers living in the same house have 3 sources of income at roughly 44,000 dollars a year a peice, and food stamps will pay for all four of them?

Why do the Liberals now want to take away our freedoms?

and just so I can get it out of my system, Fuck Y'all!!!

Come and See

Ok, so a few amazing things have happened in recent weeks. Marshall has achieved delivery of Photoshop, my girlfriend (who i love beyond all others) has bestowed to me caretaking (she's letting my borrow) her WACOM tablet... and I'm getting all sorts of Ideas... so though I am currently still learning the trade of photoshop, getting all of the ins and outs down... ladies and gentlemen, allow me to present...



Oh yeah, look at that crap...

but it's all true... If everything goes according to plan, My Insult To Society will be alive and kicking by The Day of The Deuce, 02-02-07.

Let's keep our fingers crossed and our drinks half full.

People have asked me why I play Dungeons and Dragons, or why I waste my time and money on Magic the Gathering. They wonder why I enjoy such a fantasy world, not wanting to spend time focusing on this world. I've given them many excuses, a chance to escape, to be with friends, to show my strategic mastery, or even how I can exploit loopholes. But the truth of the matter is, I play because I dream. Every night I close my eyes and I dream, of worlds where magic is real, and the blade of a sword is more than a shiny mantle peice. I dream of a time when the warriors of Sparta were feared for their battle prowess and ruthless cunning. I dream of a time where a Lawyer couldn't hold a candle to a man with a daggar, When the man behind the ship flying skull and crossbones struck fear in those he encounters. I dream of being there, behind the ships' wheel, leading the 'host, sending my opponents flying with a well timed spell. I do this all before sending a text message to my girlfriend to call me when she reaches Utah.

In a world where everything is now, the television brings us the stories as they happen, Email keeps us in closer contact with advertisers, and hell even these words will be seen far before I could get them sent in a letter or published in a paper, I still dream of a time when horseback was the fastest form of communication. Now a days a man is judged by the mass of society solely on his monetary wealth, not on his character or his strengths. There is no farm for my family to sustain ourselves we must go out, make money, and then purchase our foods. At the same time there are no dragons to fend off from burning our crops, or legions of undead to plague the land... so I can assume that would even itself out. But even in World War II there was more fanfare for warriors and soldiers than there is now. Of course we never raped german women before shooting their family and burning down their house, or if there was I have never heard of it... There once was a time when military might and integrity mattered.

In todays world the American Military is the only force in the world that has the power to do what we want, and I cannot deny my respect (Not admiration or support) for the Al-Queda forces, they actually had the Nerve to challenge us. They saw that there was a dragon who was pushing itself around the world, telling everyone else how to think and how to act and they fought back. Even if democracy IS the right way to live our lives, we fought hard and long to get our independence from the British, and when a group of people wants freedom from us we don't give them the freedom we fought for, we fight to keep them under our thumbs!!! We have the right to fight for what we believe, it's human nature... divine right. And if the US Government won't accept that these people are willing to fight tooth and nail to the death for their homes and what they believe, IF THEY WILL NOT ACCEPT THAT THEY CANNOT BE DEFEATED... then we become the same tyrants we fought to slay in our hour of birth.

I dream of a time when people can be free to do what they want, when they want it... that they would judge themselves and each other by their interactions with one another, not by race, creed, or religion... but by person to person. I dream that we could do away with governments, do away with leaders, and rule ourselves by what we know is right... but we are pack animals, and the second someone has a good idea we will run to it like scared dogs, he will become a leader, and the whole world will fall again.

It happened with charles manson, it happened with Adolf Hitler... one voice of reason in a world of chaos, and a leader is born... be it good or be it horrid...

I dream of a time when people still had the strength to fight what they know is wrong. I dream of a time when Men stood against kings and in the face of death and torture, and did NOT flinch... I read of the Keldon Elf leading a band of malnourished sticks with bows to victory over an evil warlord... And I look to the world we live in, and am no longer sure who is right and wrong, and ponder day and night what life would be like... if the Bad guys would go back to wearing black...

I want to weild a sword and cut down my enemies, I want to cast spells and vanquish wrong do'ers... I want to be a Hero... When my body is put into the ground, and my flesh decays, my bones are turned to dust, all that is left is my name, my legacy. If a man is not remembered, had he ever been alive? Ich will in Beifall untergehen.

Today I parted with a friend. We have only know each other for a little more than a week, but in that short time we have grown so close. He's become like a brother, always with me and taking care of me. This friend is the venom hoodie which i rececntly acquired. I have been requested to return him to his rightful owner.

It's not easy, to know that the thing you love so much will be put into uncaring hands, to be used and abused for nothing more than a tool. it was a gift given to me by the Fates, and now "morality" calls to pull us apart. I honestly want to cry, by God what what the fuck is wrong with me? I want to cry for an inanimate object.

But it's more than that! More than just 80% Cotton, 20% Polyester, more than bullshit movie paraphanalia. this was a symbol, a symbol of fear and power. i could see a different look on people's faces when we entered a room. He became a part of me, my second skin. I would turn up the AC just to have an excuse to wear him, I was complimented on our appearance. I felt alive when we would go out, finding any reason to be in public, just so they could see us.

Tuesday night will forever shine in my mind as this opportunity and fortune fell into my lap, literally. A little old man reached over to me with a wad of black cloth and said the words that echo eternally, "excuse me, sir, I believe you dropped this." And I knew we were destined for one another. But now fate has been rewoven by the morals of myself and others, and today he will be returned to the careless and reckless hands that abandoned him in the theatre in the first place.

I will miss you, brother, child, friend, venom.

So yeah, I guess I was a little out of line and didn't do my research on that last post, thank you all for shoving it up my ass... (And Justin you're still a prick) I was incorrect in what I had studied as truth...

"The Gaulish calendar may have divided the year into two halves, the "dark" half, beginning with the month Samonios (the October/November lunation), and the "light half", beginning with the month Giamonios (the April/May lunation). The entire year appears to have been considered as beginning with the "dark" half, so that the beginning of Samonios may be considered the Celtic New Year's day. All months began at full moon, and the celebration of New Year took place during the "three nights of Samonios" (Gaulish trinux[tion] samo[nii]), the full moon of nearest the midpoint between the autumnal equinox and the winter solstice. The full moons marking the middle of each half-year may also have been specific festivals. The Coligny calendar marks the mid-summer moon (see Lughnasadh), but omits the mid-winter one (see Imbolc). Note that the seasons are not oriented at the solar year, viz. solstice and equinox, so that the mid-summer festival would be considerably later than summer solstice, around 1 August (Lughnasadh). It appears that the calendar was designed to align the lunations with the agricultural cycle of vegetation, and that the exact astronomical position of the Sun at that time was less important." - Wikipedia

Samhain, when first enacted in the Old Religion, was held on the full moon between what we now know as October/November. This festival of the dead, and bringing of the new year, was eventually turned into All Hallow's Day by the Catholics, and then Halloween later on. So in fact, I was correct in that this is how it started, and I was wrong to put it in the way that I did.

I apologize for ranting off about what I believe, and what I had learned in the past, my mind isn't as solid as it used to be. I thank you all for reminding me that my opinion is wrong under all circumstances and that I should be scolding whenever I speak. I will remember to be more Objective in my writing, especially when It's about things that I've OBVIOUSLLY never done any research on...

I love you all, but I'll kill you in your sleep.
Good Night and God Bless.