October 20, 2005
I'm out of here Cheetos City!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(editors note: I want to thank Kevin and Afra for all the aid they've provided to a net-tard like me. I mean it, you guys either don't know or do know how much you've done for me. I thank and I love you with all the heart I have left. I know you're reading this because even the people who hate and loathe me do. *do yourselves a favor and don't be so interested in what I'm up to, you're better off without me so stop peeping into my life* So here's to you boys! The first drink I have after I take care of Mom is to youz)
Well, I’m getting the fuck out of dodge. All I could think about today was how Saddam would not say his name in court. Well you all and I mean everyone will and can are please challenge me, but my theory is that if the jar heads in the military brinks didn’t feed him Cheetos he wouldn’t be as mindless as all of the other Cheetos chowing litter -bugs, END OF STORY. Fucking POLLUTERS
So AZ is off to AZ. Nirvana, sleeha, and yes my promised land. The last stronghold of the Apache. My Prairie (N) Brother Joel is in South Dakota doing his thing and my half breed motherfucking ass will be hiking the rocks of Sedona AZ on Saturday and taking my mothers ashes to the most beautiful place I know. See my myspace.com profile by searching Alex Zander and you will see my profile photo is my most peaceful place and that is where my mothers remains shall forever become one with. A most beautiful and finite farewell.
Now nothing would be complete if it weren’t for a bump in the road in the path that ol’ AZ is set to embark. Thanks to the boneheads in the US government who so carefully and retardedly created such a politically correct system we now know and live called the PATRIOT ACT, I had to Fed Ex my mother’s ashes to Arizona because if I took them to the airport they’d have to open the urn. NOW THAT IS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN TILL I DO IT. And nobody including this fucking imbecile some people out there elected, because they didn’t want to vote for the “losing team” elected into government. How would you, they or anyone else feel if at such a sensitive moment they wanted to violate the one who gave you life’s final remain? About how I felt when I had to box it up and put packing material in there and tape it the way someone would a gift to a loved one far far away. It fucking SUCKED! And I had to go back to work after spending my lunch break doing so.
It didn’t feel good. It hurt. And it’s sick that we’ve become so idiotically politically correct that when we pick out the most likely purveyor of death that we don’t and take old ladies, children and long hairs like myself and practically cavities search us. Exaggerated, yes, but not that far fucking off.
But as I rant and rant and rant about the negative a lot of good will also come from another of my jaunts to the colorful and mind expanding southwest.
On Friday the great toy designer Tom Tretter (Star Wars, Fantastic 4, Pirates of the Caribean.Etc) and Tommy Victor (Prong, Danzig, Zombie AND Ministry) are driving in fro LA to hang. And I will also see my ol bud the talented and twisted and brilliant Mr. John C and his magic garden. And some lovelies that I met on myspace with also a taste for the bizarre will attend. And Jason and Cherish and Wil and Courtney and fuck knows who else will join in the grand BBQ unseen since the Hells Angels roasted pigs at Altamont.
And Saturday we’re al taking a drive north through the desert to Sedona, my only heaven. And Kelly will make her virgin voyage to the place I consider paradise and I believe, or at least hope she to will become intoxicated with it’s splendor.
We have a cabin in the canyon with no TV or telephone, but a private deck right under the red rocked lined walls of canyon with the river running right under us. John and company will be next door and we will all do our sacred satanic fire dance for the gods of thunder!!! Hehehehehehehehe, are you buying it??? Do you want to? At what price?
Okay enough of the fun stuff. I’m putting my mother in a beautiful and peaceful place, showing my lady the place I love to escape to, gonna see some really true, good and long lost friends (make some new ) and eat rattlesnake, buffalo, cactus fries, elk and anything else that the sweet state of Arizona wants to feed us. And if I’m lucky, I’ll bring a rattle home with me. And my sweet Kelly with a new perception of our beautiful country and all she has to offer.
See you on the other side kiddies.
Blood and Fire,
Alex ( El Diablo) Zander
Posted by Alex Zander at October 20, 2005 12:02 AM