Mr. Attitude's House Of Hate

Feb 15, 2003

Good lord, has it really been seven months since I have berated and filled your tiny little lives with my often negative, but somewhat helpful sapience?
I�ve been on vacation, trying to finish the novel I�m working on for Seizuring Monkey Books, which they want to be out by the end of the year. Or maybe I�ve been in rehab for an addiction to morphine, I don�t quite recall.
So needless to say peons, Mr. Attitude is not operating at full capacity as of late. So instead of my normal rant, which I have neglected to write in seven months, I shall instead discuss something that came to me while reading comic books. And no, it wasn�t goddamn Spiderman or Superman, it was �Scars� written by Warren Ellis.

In �Scars�, Mr. Ellis tries, and succeeds in disturbing you. And it�s nothing like seeing a �horror� movie, or some episode of Law & Order based on a �real life story� of rape or child abuse. Mr. Ellis takes you to a place where most normal people hope their minds will never go. He and the wonderful artist, Jacen Burrows, started off their story with such harshness that even I had to put the book down for a second and try to calm down.
Ellis and Burrows begin their story with a cop examining the scene of a large drug bust. Not to out of the normal. Until they show you a barrel in the corner, filled with tiny dissolving skeletons of dead babies the drug dealers used to smuggle drugs in.
Can you imagine that? Killing an infant, just to hollow out it�s innards to fill the carcass with cocaine or what have you.

I�ll let you think about that for a bit...

Now let�s move onto the main focus of the story - three boxes sit outside a �salvation army for children� type establishment. This elderly woman goes to pick up the �donation� boxes, and finds the boxes to be wet. She opens them and finds parts of a twelve year old girl. PARTS of a twelve year old girl, spread throughout three cardboard boxes.
Later on, it�s concluded that the little girl was still alive when someone began carving her up.

What if that was your child found in three boxes?

What if that were you in three boxes?

Or perhaps more disturbing, what if it were you who put that little girl in three boxes?

I believe to face such deeply disturbing things can make us stronger, but only if we can overcome them. If only we do not surrender to the terror and fear we can reach a higher grasp of Being and what it means To Be. It�s like a divine revelation, with one minor difference. Instead of seeing a bright light that shines on a previously unlit part of our consciousness, our entire mind is swallowed by darkness and for the first time we can actually see what lies within the blackness of our being. Only then can we become whole. Only be accepting the darkness that dwells within us all can we become One within and truly Be.

There, now that I have probably sent most of you into comas by the amount of thinking that your mind just tried to do, I shall take my leave. I do not know when I will bestow my merry wonderful words upon your dry, placid souls. So eat shit and die...twice.

Mr. Attitude.