Nazi Wine
In Italy, there is this wine company that sells bottles with labels depicting Hitler, Goehring and Himmler. It’s Nazi wine, and they use that as a selling point, using phrases like “Seig Heil!” and “Ein Volk, ein Reich, ein Fuhrer” emblazoned on the bottles. German officials are outraged, and want an investigation into whether or not this is a violation of the European Union’s anti-racism laws. I think this is all stupid and crazy and just another example of white people not acting right. Why you gots to go and make a wine that celebrates the death of more than six million people? I am not gonna drink that. What is that going to taste like? Can I serve that with fish? Fuck that shit. Is this going to open the door to more dictators selling beverages?
Straight from the killing fields, Pol Pot Pop, kinda like root beer, more like death.
Mengele Merlot, when you feel a little experimental.
Goebbles got bubbles! Try new carbonated Goebbles! It’s the final solution - to thirst!
Got Caligula?
It’s killer time.
Ok, that last one was kind of lame, but do you see how weird this is? I know that we glamorize and deify the best and the worst humanity has to offer. This is part of the agreement that we make, as being part of society. The problem is, there is not the compassion there, for the victims of incomprehensible tragedy. When we talk about death, in these casual, cynical, refreshing terms, we erase the humanity beneath it. This makes it possible to forget, deny, ignore the Holocaust, which was not that long ago. It distances us, absolves responsibility, alleviates the collective guilt that we all share when confronted with the undeniable truth that sometimes, people are really fucked up to one another. When I look at history, when I read the news, when I hear about Trev Brody, a young man beaten nearly to death with baseball bats, for being gay - in West Hollywood of all places, I cannot deal. Because I feel it, it happened to me, not literally, but because I am a human being, I must follow the thread that connects all of us, through all time, all over the world. Not only that, I blame myself, because by the same reasoning, if we are all connected, I did it. I am perpetrator, I am dictator, I am abuser, I am victim, I am guilty, I am innocent, I am dead, I am thirsty. I wish that we could all think about this philosophy for a moment. If we took the time, just moments really, and listened to what was happening in the world, and let ourselves be what we are, truly and deeply connected to everything everywhere, imagine how much sweeter life might be.
I saw this purse in New Orleans, at the French Market. It was a shoulder bag, with Martin Luther King, and a thought bubble that said “I have a dream.”. I didn’t buy it, but I should have because I had a dream. about that purse.