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Death Symbols

Posted in Observation with tags , , , , , on April 30, 2018 by Jarrod Boyle

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Above: ‘Punisher’ emblem on RAAF Wedgetail surveillance plane.

“Such symbology… is always ill-considered and implicitly encourages the inculcation of an arrogant hubris.”

Lieutenant General Angus Cameron, chief of defence elect on his decision to ban the use of skulls, crossbones, The Punisher Logo, Grim Reaper and Spartan emblems amongst armed forces.  

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“We train young men to drop fire on people, but their commanders won’t allow them to write “fuck” on their airplanes because it’s obscene!”

Colonel Walter Kurtz, Apocalypse Now.

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A Eulogy for the Scariest Spectacle in Rock

Posted in Music, Observation, Real Men, Slayer with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 4, 2016 by Jarrod Boyle

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“I had moved past the casual carnage that was so prevalent in the books I’d conceived in my twenties, past the severed heads and the soup made of blood and the woman vaginally penetrated with her own rib.

“Exploring that kind of violence had been “interesting” and “exciting” and it was all “metaphorical” anyway – at least to me at that moment in my life, when I was young and pissed off and had not yet grasped my own mortality, a time when physical pain and real suffering held no meaning for me.”

– Bret Easton Ellis,

Lunar Park. Continue reading

A Eulogy For the Scariest Spectacle in Rock

Posted in Music, Observation, Real Men, Slayer with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 3, 2016 by Jarrod Boyle

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“…The scariest spectacle in rock is Slayer, the Rolling Stones of the new American metal.”

– Los Angeles Times, 1991

Every real band has done a classic album tour. While limited to North America, Slayer did a series of dates playing their seminal thrash album, Reign in Blood, in its entirety. The performance reached its climax when the stage and musicians were immersed in a torrential downpour of blood. Continue reading

Housewives on Fire: Let There Be Light, 2015

Posted in Housewives on Fire, Journalism, Observation, Real Men with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on March 23, 2016 by Jarrod Boyle
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I may look ridiculous, but the job clearly has its advantages.

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Club Elleven was windowless and all the lighting electric. The only sunlight came in splashes through the fire door, when people went out to smoke or spray glitter on one another. Continue reading

Housewives on Fire: Let There Be Light, 2015

Posted in Housewives on Fire, Journalism, Observation, Real Men with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on March 22, 2016 by Jarrod Boyle

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I remember being handed a small plastic bag which, I was told, contained a costume. Upon opening it, I discovered a jock strap, harness, head-piece, gauntlets and greaves.

The wings were to be attached just before the march. I looked at the jock strap and understood immediately that my bare-naked ass would be presented to Oxford Street in all its glory. Continue reading

Housewives on Fire: Let There Be Light, Mardi Gras 2015

Posted in Housewives on Fire, Journalism, Observation, Real Men with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 20, 2016 by Jarrod Boyle

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“I support them,” said Fahren Heit as she emerged from the hallway. “It doesn’t make a huge amount of money, obviously. I promised the boys I’d take care of everything financial across the board.” Fahren also has input on the design and production aspects of Housewives on Fire. Continue reading

Housewives on Fire: Let There Be Light, Mardi Gras 2015

Posted in Housewives on Fire, Journalism, Observation, Real Men with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 19, 2016 by Jarrod Boyle

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Max Inanli, Ms Fahren Heit and Olie Debiais operate their fetish couture business, Housewives on Fire, from a ramshackle three-bedroom Victorian house in Burwood, an outer suburb of Sydney. When I pulled up outside, it was nine PM. Night had fallen and every light at the front of the house was blazing. Continue reading

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