I’m excited to see that sequel, so I was even more excited to see 2007’s 28 Weeks Later on Shudder. Shudder experienced a bit of a dry spell this summer, with basically just a bunch of low-budget French and Indonesian films from the the 1960s and 1970s. I like foreign flicks, but sometimes I just want to watch a movie, not read one.
I’ve still got to see 28 Days Later(2002), but I enjoyed Weeks immensely.
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With two new releases last week, I’ve written a lot about music lately. Here are three pieces from last week:
Yours portly sometimes gets a bit strident when sharing his views, particularly when it comes to immigration. I do believe that immigration—both legal and illegal—is one of the major problems facing the United States and Europe today. I also believe that not all cultures are created equal, and that Western Civilization is, broadly speaking, the best and highest form of cultural and civilizational expression ever achieved.
A great deal of that greatness—indeed, so much so that, like a fish in water, we don’t even realize how subsumed in it we are—comes from Christianity. So much of the morality we take for granted in the West comes from Jesus Christ’s Teachings: charity, patience, love, and—perhaps most importantly—forgiveness. Christ Died on the Cross to pay for our sins—not His. He Is the Spotless Lamb, Sacrificed to take on the burden of our sin once and for all. He Was Resurrected and will Return.
That idea of forgiveness—merely ask and believe, and Christ Will Cleanse you of your sins and Welcome you into His everlasting Kingdom—is hugely powerful, and often cuts against human nature. “Love your neighbor as yourself” (Mark 12:30-31) is probably the hardest teaching in Christianity, especially when “your neighbor” includes loving your enemies (Matthew 5:44). And, boy, do enemies abound in these blasphemous times.
I struggle mightily with the injunction to love my enemies. Indeed, I’ve been feeling a great deal of conviction about it lately. The enemies of Goodness and Righteousness and Truth are many, and they are cruel. But as Nietzsche put it (proving, too, that Truth can emanate even from those who are lost), “He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.” Gulp!
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My latest EP, Säx, released earlier this week, as did a full-length album, Electrock III: Euroclydon. They’re normally $9 and $12, respectively with promo code storm they’re only $4.50 and $6, respectively.
My full discography typically goes for $82.64, but with promo code storm it’s $41.32, or roughly $1.48 per release. Twenty-eight albums, constituting of over nine hours of music, for $1.48 per release is ludicrous.
But it’s even better—if you purchase anything from Bandcamp today (Friday, 5 September 2025), Bandcamp does not take their 15% cut. I get more money, and you get insane amounts of music for pennies on the dollar. That’s the beauty of Bandcamp Friday!
As I detailed some weeks ago, yours portly needs your financial support. Purchasing my music is one way you can help—and enjoy some enigmatic tunes in the process!
All the recent fracas over Cracker Barrel changing its logo (an incredibly stupid move—people go to Cracker Barrel because it’s kitschy Americana with old photos hanging on the wall and Uncle Herschel leaning against a barrel) brings to mind another all-American institution: the road trip (naturally, the best place to eat on a road trip is Cracker Barrel). Yours portly hasn’t been able to do much of what would technically be considered “road tripping,” but I have been driving a lot. Between going to see Dr. Fiancée, attending family events, playing piano in another town on Sundays, and running distant errands, I’ve been keeping the road hot.
Of course, here in the United States we just observed one of our major road trip holiday weekends, Labor Day. It’s the last big vacation weekend before we slowly creep into autumn. I can attest that the cars and the cops have been out in force.
These days, I only really want to take road trips with Dr. Fiancée, but those will have to wait until she finishes residency. Otherwise, I’d much prefer just driving to and from work—and to see her!
There is something Romantic and cool about driving with the windows down—the wind whipping through your hair, tunes blasting from the stereo. It’s the definition of fun and frivolity.
Except when you have to do it every single day. That’s been my life since my car’s air-conditioning conked out in late July while driving home from Dr. Fiancée’s place.
Yours portly hasn’t uploaded any original compositions to YouTube lately, nor have I actually been to an open mic night in many, many months. But I have been enjoying playing covers of tunes on my grandmother’s old Kimbrell console piano, which I had moved to my house this summer.
My High School Music Ensemble is working on Loverboy’s “Working for the Weekend,” so I decided to take some time to attempt my own, abbreviated piano cover of the classic ode to the weekend.
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Another glorious Labor Day has dawned here in the United States. I hate the Communists, but God Bless those red diaper babies for getting us a random day off in September.
This Labor Day is particularly auspicious: I’m releasing two albums today, Electrock III: Euroclydon and Säx. I was hoping to release a third, Ringtone Circus, but my distributor, CD Baby, took issue with the use of the word “Ringtone” in the title. Apparently, that set off some kind of filter against what they call “pre-cut ringtones,” which they do not and will not distribute.
I pointed out that I was using the name euphemistically, and that the pieces are not ringtones, but, alas, I had to change the title of the album and its related track. So now I’ll be releasing the album as Triple Deluxe on Monday, 15 September 2025.
I’m also working on Spooky Season IV, which still has a long way to go before it’s ready for distribution and release. It will likely be my last full-length release for the year, with Leftovers V landing the Friday after Thanksgiving.
Otherwise, I’m not sure what today has in store for yours portly. I do know that the first couple of weeks of school have already kicked my butt (but they’ve been awesome), so I’m hoping to catch up on some rest today. Dr. Fiancée has to work, sadly, but such is residency.
Yours portly has not covered much about India or Indians over the years, but lately, outcry over their abuse of the H1B visa program and exploitation of their caste system have created a great deal of friction between Americans and the imported Brahmins. It’s gotten me thinking more about that strange, fascinating country.
It seems ironic, to say the least, that Britain recently had an Indian prime minister (and that one of the Tories’ most dynamic politicians is a Nigerian woman), but also emblematic of how out-of-control immigration has become in that country. The United States is little better—many of our CEOs are Indian.
To be clear, I don’t have any issues with Indians as individuals. I treat everyone with fairness and kindness until they do something that suggests I should do otherwise. But culture is real, and has a profound influence on group behavior. Indians possess a culture that is so fundamentally alien to Western culture, it’s difficult for us to understand. We import that culture (and it’s millennia-deep caste system) at our own peril.
With that, here are two posts I’ve written on the topic of Indians:
“Indian Man Worships Trump as a God” – A man in India started worshipping Trump. I love GEOTUS, but he’s no god. There’s only One True God, the Holy Trinity!
“‘American’ Trucking” – An indifferent Indian immigrant commits vehicular manslaughter and seems annoyed that it delayed him. Time for some Deportemal!
The recent crackdown on crime, spearheaded by President Trump, in Washington, D.C.—as well as its incredible effectiveness—put to my mind the function of government at any level. The most basic function—the bare minimum—that any government should perform is to protect the rights of its citizens from a.) foreign threats (invasion, violent illegal immigrants, etc.) and b.) domestic ones (crime). Beyond that, governments should maintain and provide basic infrastructure that is conducive to commerce and mobility (roads, water, sewage) and should respond to the needs of their citizens as much as possible without infringing on the rights of the numeric minority.
That’s pretty much it. Yet governments in the United States and Britain still fail to provide even those three simple functions—protection of people’s rights; provision of their basic infrastructural needs; and concern for their interests.
Case in point: if the two nations’ leaders had really been paying attention to and cared about their constituents and their basic rights and needs, they never would have flooded their lands with illegal (and many legal) immigrants from foreign cultures. Instead of conducting forever wars in distant lands, they would have paved the roads. Instead of funneling money to Trojan Horse organizations designed to undermine our institutions with men in sundresses and mandatory DIE training, they would have invested in light rail or new water systems.
Instead, there’s been a sort of callous indifference to what normal—by which I mean average—people want. It is abundantly clear that, had they been asked, most Americans and Britons would not have wanted endless streams of migration from the Third World. They would not have accepted never-ending meddling in a part of the world that has been mired in conflict and authoritarianism since the Sumerian civilization first emerged around 4500 B.C.
It seems, however, that the tide is turning at last.
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