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  • BLAST FROM THE PAST: A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM

    BLAST FROM THE PAST: A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM

    The following was originally posted on the HORROR REPORT on July 25, 2002 at 9pm:
    [youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q0PHWKRFgZ0]

    March on, march on!
    Triumphant.
    Let the music roll
    The bombs bursting in the air of the hateful
    The tide running low and then high, bringing in pond of the ocean on the rivers of the barge
    The maiden is singing through the window at her bride to be.
    The widow is singing at the graveyard of her husband that was.
    The music rolls on.
    March on, March on!
    Louder, louder!
    Swiftly

    Suddenly, the perils of the future become apparent.
    Marching down the aisles of the school and college.
    The grade school has no boundary, but the high school has pain.
    The college has promise but the reality has no gain.
    The music rolls on. Slower.
    Triumphant none the less.
    Chills running down the spines of parents in their seats and in their heavens and hells.
    MORE.
    Here they come.
    Students and gang members and drunks and drug addicts.
    Ready to march into the uncertainties of life. More and more.
    MORE come down.
    More music rolls.
    They take their seats.
    Surrounded by God and Satan all on one chair.
    Chills moving through the bodies of those even without feelings.
    A hush comes over the crowd….
    Crack open a cold one. Light up a hot one.
    The music says the days are numbered
    The time is over.
    It keeps playing. Rewind. Fast Forward, it doesn’t leave your head.
    Blood flowing, grandmothers growing. All in the night. All at the drop of a hat.

    The bottle gone empty. The blunt blunted. The police are here.
    Students and young adults don’t know where they are because their parents never gave them
    direction. Their parents never gave them direction because they lost the path.
    The battles that raged were won by no one and fought by everyone. We are lost. We lost. They lost us, now we can’t even find a war to fight.
    No one wants to fight a war that is un-winnable

    But the march goes on. The beat continues. More and more walk down that aisle for their fateful visit with the hand of time. It gets no easier, does it? IT gets only more painful.
    The hand extended, the face stony. The music greets them like a violent storm in the night.
    They need to listen but they dread to hear it. The beat marches on with their feet. Platform and leather soled, their hats and tassels turn. They’re finished.

    On with life! On with death!
    On with hate! And on with crystal meth. It doesn’t get any better, does it? Civil marches and freedoms goodbye. Holy alliances oout the window.
    Fear and loathing sense their home. Something has gotten into our blood. We are bloodless?

    The music rolls on. Coming to a conclusion.; Wind blows and doors slam.
    What the hell are we even doing this for?
    We’re dreaming the impossible, nightmare visions of reality in our lives.
    All this and the march keeps marching, the beat keeps beating.

    All this in a midsummer night’s dream…

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    THE PAST IN COLOR!

    1928 AS IT WAS.. PHOTOGRAPHED BY A CLIFTON R. ADAMS FOR NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC IN AUTOCHROME..

    And seen now.

    IN the 21st century..

    The past is amazing when you see it as it was..

    History is funny like that. It does not seem real until you see it more like it was.. in real ways.. in color. As it was to people then.
    Then it seems real.
    Very real..

  • The world is worse than ever? Consider some awful torture devices from antiquity before you render judgement

    The world is worse than ever? Consider some awful torture devices from antiquity before you render judgement

    I had a discussion with someone today .. her point of view: The world is worse than ever. I countered.. and I stand by my point: The world is the same as it ever was. The only difference is now the filters are removed, the truth is out there.. and we know it all.

    Case in point, perhaps, that proves me right: The ancient historical torture devices that we really, really came up with.

    Human beings did this. Humans with brains.. Humans with emotions. And humans without compassion, obviously, in circumstances when they utilized the inhumane horrific devices.

    Worse than ever?
    Not even close..

    The two that stand out to me:


    During the Spanish Inquisition, this device would be used for torture and eventual death. The person would be placed on a triangular log and weights attached to their feet. They would be pulled downward by the weights as the sharp edge of the log slowly sliced them in half. YOU’RE WELCOME FOR THE NIGHTMARES.

    And..


    The brazen bull was both inhumane and constructed almost entirely for the amusement of an audience. The person being executed was placed inside a hollow bull made out of bronze, which was then heated from beneath. The bull was constructed in such a way that the sounds of the victim were made to sound like bull noises instead of horrifying screams of a human being steamed alive.