A1. One Life Crew - Necessary Vengeance A2. One Life Crew - On The Cuff A3. One Life Crew - Too Much Authority A4. One Life Crew - In The Crosshairs B1. Empire Falls - Cop Out B2. Empire Falls - The Quick And The Dead B3. Empire Falls - Take A Stab At Society
Buy any 7 compact discs and you'll get 2 FREE compact discs and a FREE fleece holiday stocking! The free fleece stocking alone is a $10.00 savings! LIMITED TIME ONLY! WHILE SUPPLIES LAST! To take advantage of this 2014 Holiday Sale, follow these instructions: Add this MICETRAP SACK - Buy 7 Compact Discs, Get 2 Free w/ Stocking! to your shopping cart. Add 9 or more compact discs to the Micetrap shopping cart system and you will receive 2 free compact discs for every 7 regularly-priced cds you are charged for. When we process your order, two of the lowest priced compact discs will be removed from your total. You may add additional items/products to your cart, this offer will be calculated based upon '7 compact discs purchased per 2 compact discs free' only. Normal shipping fees apply and this sale is available regardless of your payment method. Email us if you have any questions! This can not be combined with any other sales or offers.
You will have noticed the outrage this week by various interested parties over entertainers and comedians. Firstly Dapper Laughs (who he?) was driven to a virtual assisted suicide and has decided to become something else that doesn't offend the easily offended, then after ten years of mind bending cleverness, some guy manages to land a spacecraft on a comet and is forced to apologise for wearing a "sexist" shirt by the usual frothing, self loating Radical Feminists. Next up, another entertainer I've never heard of is denied a visa to the UK because he "chats up women" as if no man has ever done such a thing here and finally, a female celebrity who dared criticise IngSoc Ed Miliband on TV is hunted and abused by those who demand her immediate unemployment and silence in some grotesque attempt at McCarthyism in the UK
Yes, it's depressing and pointless and the sight of the usual "champions of the uterus" claiming victory by shutting down free speech is galling, but let's look at the victories our free speech has actually achieved recently.
We can now talk about Pakistani grooming gangs without being hauled off to prison or placed on an "unemployable" blacklist. We can point our fingers at corrupt Politicians and have them removed from Child Sex Abuse inquiries, to the level that the State can no longer find anyone incorruptible to do the task. We stopped the UK going to war with Syria via social media, we can expose the lies and hypocrisy in seconds and we can laugh publicly in the faces of our corrupt press, Politicians, Parliament and Police. Taboos that we dare not speak out against are gone and whilst a few are still paying a very heavy price for the right to speak as they see fit, we are winning the fight against a select self appointed guardians of our morals. The Twitter mobs are failing as once they could hound an individual for speaking an unpopular truth, they are now held to account by millions of equal voices.
As regimes with no personal freedom are finding out, once the social media genie is out of the bottle, you cannot place it back. The pompous "social commentator" or "community leader" no longer speaks on our behalf, the distinguished "columnist" or "great thinkers" are no our spokespeople and most importantly of all, your representative in Parliament is no longer the representative of your voice or your beliefs.
Expect many more casualties as the battle rages on, with unpopular views slowly becoming more vociferous (yes, free speech IS ugly) but expect transparency, accountability and intelligence levels to rise as instead of being lectured to by the chosen (and unelected few), we unleash the voices, hopes, opinions and aspirations of billions of individuals.
Now that really will be a first for humanity - equal voices for all. About bloody time.
Extremely limited vinyl record released under the Little Car Of Hate Records label. Includes an insert with all lyrics. Once these are sold out, they are done. SIDE ONE: 01. Intro (2:21) 02. Weisse Wölfe (4:55) 03. Fels In Der Brandung (2:55) 04. Ruhm Und Ehre (4:54) 05. Kein Vergeben, Kein Vergessen (4:56) 06. Weisse Wut (3:32) 07. Hail C 18 (2:35) SIDE TWO: 08. Ungeist Dieser Zeit (4:38) 09. Wenn Wir Marschieren (3:41) 10. Deutschland Erwache (5:19) 11. Kinder Des Reiches (3:32) 12. Unsere Antwort (5:05) 13. Outro (3:45)
01. Nessuna Resa – Ragazzo Come Noi 02. Nessuna Resa – Tempo Che Non Ritorna 03. Nessuna Resa – Nessuna Resa 04. Nessuna Resa – Questi Anni 05. Nessuna Resa – Autunno 06. Lemovice – Lemovice 07. Lemovice – Limoges 08. Lemovice – Bootboys Ska 09. Lemovice – La Marseillaise 10. Lemovice – La Rue Est À Nous
Memorie Dall'esilio 4:30 Ultimi Guerrieri 4:14 L'anticristo (Featuring [Outro] – Varg Vikernes) 4:04 La Città Del Silenzio 5:15 Siberia (Music By, Lyrics By – Federico Fiumani) 3:28 La Linea D'ombra (Adapted By [Text] – Joseph Conrad) 5:05 La Fredda Luce Del Giorno 5:27 Cavalcare La Tigre 8:52 Frammenti 3:42 Autunno (Second Chapter) 5:12 Le Stagioni Della Vita (Music By – Davide Prew) 2:56
After having read this excellent piece by fellow seditionary Paul Staines on the fall of the Berlin Wall, I'd like to add my recollections of living in Germany when the wall fell.
I was working in Frankfurt at the time, running some of the large mainframe computers for an American Bank. Unlike many of the ex pat community, I decided to immerse myself in local culture, learn the language and plug into the whole German ethic. I learned to click my heels, eat Currywurst and drink coffee strong enough to tarmac an autobahn. I was determined to become EingeDeutsched (integrated) and was soon adopted by my neighbours as one of their own.
Many of my friends still had family in East Germany and contrary to popular belief were able to travel freely to visit them - always a fun occasion as a whole village would turn out to see what a new car looked like or marvel at a bowl of fresh fruit. I was invited along just after the Wall fell and can only describe the journey as a living time machine. Firstly, the stench of two stroke exhaust fumes and brown coal burning hung in the air. Most household heating came from Victorian stoves burning anything they could find and fat, burly women dragged small carts full of firewood along cobbled streets. They'd never seen an Englishman, let alone one who could speak German and were extremely keen to introduce me to the ways of the East. In the 40 years since the war, they had been immersed in Soviet culture and relative poverty. Their favourite foods were Russian salads and beetroot soup, washed down with vast quantities of some God forsaken spirit available on every street corner. Fashion was anything they could lay their hands on from the West - in itself a walking museum of bleach wash jeans and mullet hairstyles, the favoured method of rebellion was to ride a 250cc MZ motorbike with monkeybar handlebars and listen to rock music. These were a people trapped in a bizarre void of 1950 meets naked survivalism.
I was into motorsport and decided to enter a local rally organised by one of the many small motorsport clubs that existed in the East. Their usual entrants were hyper tuned two stroke Trabants or the odd beaten up Lada but the crowds were massive and eager for any type of entertainment. I rocked up in a fully loaded 4 wheel drive Escort Cosworth with 400bhp with flames spitting out of the exhaust and it was quickly decided that I shouldn't compete but could drive as the "show car". Local Communist Party dignitaries demanded to be shown what technology the West had produced and after a few short bursts of 0-60 in 2.3 seconds and handbrake turns, most ran off into the bushes to vomit, shaking their heads in disbelief. Hurtling out of a forest onto a tarmac road whilst on gravel tyres at light speed and meeting a 5 deep crowd in the road who had never seen a car travel as fast nearly saw me on a manslaughter charge. It was beyond their comprehension that a ton of metal could arrive to where they were standing hoping for a better view so quickly
West Germans generally despised the "Ossies" as ignorant inbreds, workshy and full of self entitlement after 40 years of sucking at the teat of the Glorious State and they were partly right. To survive under Socialism, most had learned to keep their heads down and mouths shut, do as little work as possible and become invisible to the legions of informers, State busybodies, party apparatchiks and bureaucrats. To simply survive the winter and eat well was the goal of most of East Germans with the promise of a summer break to many of the State organised "holiday camps" an added bonus. The one thing they had in common with the West Germans was the automatic assumption that everything is forbidden unless it is expressly allowed ( a vile trait, slowly infecting the UK now ) and my explanation that no one required ID or a registered address in the UK brought howls of disbelief. How was this even possible? It must be anarchy, surely?
25 years have passed and Germans are still paying eye watering amounts to try and undo a mere 45 years of State Socialism. East Germans are still at the bottom of the heap for employment, with most employers preferring an eager Turk or a workhorse of a Pole and their expectations that the State will provide pervade outside of most major cities. Property in parts of the East is practically worthless and despite the best efforts of billions and billions of Euros being thrown at it, the East remains a wasteland for many. It will take three generations to undo the damage inflicted by the glorious Peoples Workers Party - and that in itself should be a salutary reminder to us all that the State is not and never will be your friend.
I shall be watching "The Lives of Others", possibly the best and most accurate depiction of life under the East German Communist Party. I suggest you do the same, if nothing else, as a reminder of what could have been. Never take your freedom for granted - it is but a pen stroke from a Politician removed. Forever.