Happy Birthday to his divine grace, The Earl of Hudson from the mighty, mighty Bad Brains

note: misanthropaganda is so much more fun when you view it on your desktop or laptop. Your tablet is fine I guess, as is your phone, but for full enjoyment and understanding of the artist's (ha ha) vision, take my suggestion. It gives the posts a look that's a bit more reminiscent of an old 90's fanzine layout, which is the whole point of this bullshit blog...

Yo, I'm not even going to brush the dust off of the old thesaurus for this one. This one is coming straight from the heart. I wanted to post today to say Happy Birthday to Hardcore music's best drummer, one of the four wise men, his grace the Earl of Hudson, of the mighty, mighty Bad Brains. I'm sure that I am speaking for an enormous number of people when I say that the Brains mean a lot to me. It's ironic that a miserable, loathsome, morbid fuck like me can be such an admirer of such a soulful, positive and uplifting noise which the Brains offer unto their lord; but I guess that there is a small part of all of us that is searching for the light... any kind of light! 
  
I'm sure Sir Earl would be thrilled that he's being feted by some obscure truck stop bathroom on the Earth's internet highway. Hey, why not? I can only wish that I was so meaningful to someone that they gave me a write up in praise on a truck stop bathroom somewhere! Wait, um, no back up...   

         Speaking of Truck Stop Bathrooms, now it's time for a public service announcement... 

On second thought, if you've got your name being praised on a truck stop bathroom wall, that might not be a laughing matter. If that's the case, then chances are you may have already been burned with V.D. and a thousand other viruses to go! Gloryholes and Tinder hookups are cool and the gang, but bag your capital dome in some latex, don't slip, or your pinga-head will end up looking like the crusty nozzle tip of a mustard squeeze bottle. 

What was that you said? You were at Churchill's Pub last night and brought home some broad who had dreadlocks and was wearing an Aus-Rotten T-shirt? How low can a punk get?! I hope you bagged it, otherwise you're going to be pissing Grey Poupon, mon frere! It's going to feel like lightning struck your urethra so I hope you stockpiled some opioids. 

I'm sure that his grace, the Earl of Hudson is even more thrilled that now that asides being feted for his birthday by this crappy blog, it was done in conjunction with a PSA parody bit on venereal diseases. What an honor! The Earl can dig it I'm sure! I'm more than confident that he's dodged the "Fiyah Bun" on his jimmy from all of the groupies that these dudes must have gotten. The Earl laid down some serious pipe. friends! 

Anyways, rock on great one, oh Earl of Hudson, Hardcore music's most revered drummer, Timekeeper of the mighty, mighty Bad Brains, prophets of light and righteousness. I salute thee, whom on this 17th day of December in the year of his lord 2019 turneth the age of 62 years. He looks damn good at 62! (Black don't crack!) That's 62 years of spreading the gospel of Rock for light upon Jah earth! Sail on, oh great Sagittarian sage...