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DEAD from Historic Wars & Massacres

Posted in Memorials / Obituaries / Epitaphs, Military with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 17, 2010 by Drogo

Top 10 Massacre Death Tolls from Wars and Atrocities:


1. World War II – 55,000,000  Killed

2. Mao Zedong, War & Famine – 40,000,000  Killed

3. 13th Century Mongolian Conquests – 40,000,000  Killed

4. Chinese Wars & Rebellions (700-1900AD) – 40,000,000  Killed

5. Native American Indian Annihilation – 20,000,000  Killed

6. Joseph Stalin Slavic Massacres – 20,000,000  Killed

7. Oriental Slave Trade – 19,000,000  Killed

8. African Slave Trade – 18,000,000  Killed

9. British Colonial India, War & Famine – 17,000,000  Killed

10. World War I – 15,000,000  Killed

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Thousands of Dead Fish, 2010

Posted in Cooperatives / Communities / Networks / Travels, Memorials / Obituaries / Epitaphs, Nature Studies with tags , , , , , , , , , , on August 14, 2010 by Drogo

Extreme Temperatures Blamed for Killing Thousands of Fish


This was the view of Lake Mona, after a freezing Winter that supposedly killed all these gizzard shad fish. Now the scene is being repeated this summer.

Water temperatures were described as “very high, nearly 85 degrees,” potentially contributing to low oxygen levels.

East Coast USA, Beaches where dead fish washed ashore:

Fairhaven, MA – 10,000+ dead fish (menhaden)

Cape May, NJ – 10,000+ dead fish (menhaden)

Delaware Bay – 100,000+ dead fish (menhaden)

Hampton, VA – 20,000+ dead fish (menhaden)

Illinois Lake – 2,000+ dead fish (gizzard shad)

This story was avoided by major TV NEWS networks, and AP. Why? We cannot say. Story followed on Google News and Youtube by Czar Wright and Drogo Empedocles in 2010.

Drogo Quotes II

Posted in Individuals / Members / Monsters / Creative Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 8, 2010 by Drogo

I try to think to myself, “How can I make things better?”

Regarding communication, society, and friendship; i am most grateful to know others that are grateful, and I love giving to those who give. Trust of reciprocation is a treasure earned.

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The more a warrior knows War, Death, and Violence; the more that warrior should seek Peace, if there is any compassion or empathy for humanity within them.

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Ringo of the Beatles said it was all about the music for him; but for me when i play any type of art with others it is about the emotional passion (like love) and self expression, and with friends it is more about my connection with them than what notes anyone hits.

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There must be a conscious effort to change our dependence on an addiction, if it is not taken away.

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Sometimes one can become so used to physically fighting, sometimes one forgets that other people do not do it at all.  Sometimes I forget, and it is very hard to explain to people that are scared or abhor violence of any kind, that not all strikes are meant to kill or even to maim.

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“A Favor for a Favor”
“Appearance of Reality”
“Leave no turn unstoned.”
“All Things In Moderation”
“All Things Are Relative”
“All Things are merely are re-mingling of things past”
Its going to be safer, after this dangerous part.

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Service: people dont care how much we know, until we show them how much we care.

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Here are 2 interviews I did that will help explain my positions and opinions regarding art.

1. http://youtu.be/Ws9WmXZUWLo

2. http://youtu.be/l0ICHASwcnM

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Redefining and Rewording some terms for modern personal use: ‘Finding The One’ = ‘Realizing what kinds of human interaction i like, and finding at least one person to do some of those with’; ‘Slut’ = ‘Seeker’ (one open to or wanting sexuality, sensuality, or at least affection with certain people); ‘Stuck-up Prude’ = ‘Guard’ (not wanting sexuality or even affection from certain people, not wanting to give affection); ‘Good’ = changes from impossible critical standards to human local organic standards….

SCOD Death Metal

Posted in Arts (Design & Performance), Medieval Tavern, Music Reviews with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 5, 2010 by Drogo

Absu – “Stone of Destiny” Video

Splendid, magnificent song from the omnidimensional texans known as Absu. Absu is a Metal-band from Texas. They started out as Death Metal. Then Black Metal, then celtic Black/Thrash. This song is from the album “Tara”. Listen to Proscriptors double bass-drumming at 02:50!

This video contains some footage from “Sacred Secret Ritual Circle Site” by SCODgreenhood.

SCOD Death Metal

Posted in Arts (Design & Performance), Music Reviews with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 7, 2010 by Drogo

Death to Christmas Trees!

Posted in Organic Development, Sustainability with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 6, 2009 by Drogo

Every year, millions of perfectly good evergreen trees are slaughtered, decked out, and then thrown out. Yes, in the name of Jesus Christ, we massacre trees in America for our pride in gaudy ritual. We say we love Christmas Trees, much the same as hunters who love animals so much they kill them, and put them on display, dead.

Their dead carcasses are displayed and decorated, in the name of Christmas. However I think it a far more practical Holiday ritual is the Pagan Yule Log, which actually serves to warm and provide light on a dark night. If you are going to kill a tree, I think it should at least be used for something. Killing trees for Christmas Trees makes as much sense to me as human sacrifice.

If the tree is already dead, that is different. If you want to display a dead tree, just use one that is already dead, and then use it for fuel or compost. Artificial trees are more environmental, if they are kept and reused. Every tree killed in the prime of life is a loss, because trees burn or compost better after they have been dead for a few years. The only good use for killing a tree human size or larger is for use in construction.

Another alternative idea to industrial tree slaughter, is to use a smaller tree that a child could carry. Grow it yourself, and harvest it yourself. Then as you display it, it will mean more to you. I have actually had people tell me they would not be able to cut it, as they would be attached to it, but these same people want to buy a large tree every year that someone else has killed. There is also such as thing as a potted tree.

The best conclusion is for most people to have a small dead tree, or a small fake tree indoors, and decorate a living evergreen tree outside. If people do not have a yard, they should be able to decorate a community living tree. Living evergreen trees can grow quite tall, and can be much more impressive than the usual sizes that are dead. Remember, you can have less environmental impact, if you must own an interior tree, by either using a potted tree or at least having a dead one smaller than yourself.

6. Death On The Brain

Posted in Short Faerie's Tails with tags , , on October 5, 2009 by Drogo

 

Rotting mutilated corpses of masochistic monks litter the crypt. The air is heavy with the odor of meat and bodily fluids that have been left out for one week too long. Dance little bugs, dance little worms, to the music of the winged fly.

The blood on the walls has dried now, and looks much like ragged brown tapestries. A plethora of ropes hang from the rafters, and to each a cat, dog, or mouse is attached. Of all the bodies in the crypt, and they are all horribly grotesque, none can compare to the now unidentifiable corpse of Father Fernando. His head and brains are minced upon the floor, his body twisted and wrapped with his own intestine, and his arms are removed and placed in inappropriate positions. Beside his toeless feet, a small pickle rests.

Dill I believe.

There are various darkened circles of blood set in intervals around the floor, and a large stream leads from the main crypt, down the darkened corridor. It begins to taper and wind, and further down the hall it simply becomes a random trail of reddish brown dots. The blood-speckled path ends at a doorway to the right of a gargoyle. There is no light to warm this door, or the hunched figure at its step. He thinks he is safe, hiding here in the dark, but we know where he is. We smell his thoughts. He sits there now, gnawing on a bone, and there is death on his brain.