Marty Klein

So this morning I’m reading Zero Hedge and Glenn Greenwald– the normal fare chronicling the decline and fall of the American Empire– while waiting for the coffee to brew.

Waiting. And waiting. And waiting…

WTF?! The fucking coffeemaker just stopped working! This is not supposed to happen.

As I unpacked and set up the new replacement coffeemaker, I realized that this portends the future of America. One day we’ll wake up and expect America and the American government and the American Dollar to all work, but they’ll refuse and demand to be replaced instead.

That replacement cannot be done with a quick run to Wal-Mart tho’.

Which Brings Me To Weiner…

Actually, no. I’m not going to go there.

I was going to write about the dick-tweeting and man-slutting Congressman Weiner, but he ain’t worth mentioning on this esteemed porn blog. My dysfunctional $25 coffeemaker is more important than he is. I just don’t fucking care about him.

I will point out that he is in “treatment” now. Maybe he failed the seven-orgasms-per-week test? Did you know that there is a seven-orgasms-per-week test? Oh how the mind boggles!

Dr. Marty Klein says that Weiner is no worse than the other miscreants in public office. I guess he’s correct about that. But I still hate them all. I hate the constant lying and constant groveling and constant busybody-ing and constant posturing.

C’mon, guys, let’s see The Face:

That right there– that’s the face of your government for ‘ya. The face of fucking fuckwads. The face of the Weiner Republic.

For the uninitiated: A snuff film is a porn film where the actress is killed on camera for the gratification of the viewer.

Such films have long been a staple of law enforcement propaganda. Gotta ban all pornography because of them! Gotta fight porn’s terrible spread because, you know, it’s one small tiny step from browsing MET-ART to becoming a producer of the latest and greatest snuff flick.

A snuff film even featured as the main plot point in the 1979 Hollywood film Hardcore. In that, Geroge C. Scott plays a Midwestern businessman who heads to San Fransisco to rescue his daughter from the clutches of a demonic snuff porn business. Here’s the trailer:

Apparently, the more recent film 8MM is “inspired by” (i.e. it’s a rip-off of) Hardcore, also having a plot that centers around a snuff film.

But as the esteemed sex doctor Marty Klein points out, snuff films probably don’t exist. He hasn’t seen one. And he doesn’t know anyone who has seen one. And he doesn’t know anyone who knows anyone who has seen one. And he’s a fucking well-connected guy!!!

So snuff films are likely just the product of legend and of fear and of Hollywood screenwriting and of dishonest politically-motivated fabrication.

Maybe the reason for this is that we human beings don’t actually like the idea of killing other people. Maybe we find it universally awful at the most basic visceral level. And maybe this disgust with killing is something that is shared by all humans, even by those godless gay-loving pot-smoking heathens from California. Maybe those people with “San Fransisco values” have some morals after all, and maybe they’re not subhuman like we good god-fearing Haliburton stockholders have been saying all these years.

Maybe the only way to get a person to enjoy killing is through political warmongering and the associated collectivist brainwashing. Maybe snuff films don’t exist, but an atmosphere encouraging sadistic violence in the name of the political leadership of the day does.

This looks like it’ll be the best B-movie since The Man From Earth:

Via The Legal Satyricon.

I’m going to order the DVD from Amazon today. While I’m there I’ll order a copy of Marty Klein’s new book, America’s War on Sex, which looks fascinating. Will review both in a future post.