A Thousand Points of Light: An Alternate History TL
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Uuhhhhh, in light of Belfast going tits up so recently, is letting Paisley say this sort of thing, which would spark more riots, a good idea?
Like, seriously, Belfast went nuts, and here's someone mocking the death of the Pope, right after secretarian violence flared up again.
Ignoring the fact that the violence occured because some idiots decided to violate God's commandments, I see.
Don't you mean Los Angeles, not Brooklyn, @LordRedVine? BTW, like how you include the little pop-culture bits...
Good TL, BTW...
Oof, you're correct. I'll change that ASAP.
Considering that he's mostly considered as a mix between Trump and Rick Santorum (I mean, he literally called the Pope 'the antichrist' to his face in the European Parliament IOTL), I don't think he cares much at all about what the Catholics in NI think (unless he can spin it to be pro-DUP)
Then again, fundamentalists aren't very well known for their fact-checking capabilities... or actually watching the stuff they complain about
I meant more nobody in the UK didn't shut off his mike, or do literally anything to deal with him.
I think the UK government have bigger problems (e.g. Military in Ulster, Race Riots in Brixton and Handsworth, etc) to care too much about some local crazy's inflammatory comments, even if that local crazy is the MP of North Antrim.
Isn't he in Ulster and prone to stirring up trouble like what just caused the military to be sent in?
i wonder if UK government here follow the Ministry of Defence's 1981 Defence White Paper proposed naval cuts, including decommissioning HMS Endurance without replacement.
That encouraged some Argentine generals to do a Invasion on certain British property
Not giving anything away just yet, but I'm planning the next update to be a bit... pop culture-oriented. Stay tuned.
“ROLLING STONE EXCLUSIVE: Journalist Kurt Loder interviews Dead Kennedys frontman Jello Biafra about punk, politics and selling out.
So, the Kennedys signing with RCA.
I can hardly believe it myself.
I’m just confused, why do you think RCA wants a band that makes songs that, and I hope you don’t mind this, make songs that are almost unlistenable to by a mainstream audience?
No offense taken. I too, have absolutely no idea how RCA, in their right minds, offered some shit band from the Bay Area a record deal. Maybe we’ll never know, and, to be one-hundred percent honest with you, Kurt, but I’d prefer to keep it that way.
Now, some of your fans are calling the Kennedys out for ‘selling out.’ Are you concerned about these allegations?
Absolutely not. I and the band have sold our souls to the music industry, and I’m admitting that with pride. I surely don’t have any regrets yet. I mean, yeah, I can understand any and all, y’know—animosity, disillusionment, if that’s a word, that some of our fans are probably feeling. A year ago, signing with RCA… I would’ve thrown that shit right out.
I see. What do you think changed your mind?
Listen, I want everyone in the world to know this: the main reason I signed to a big label is to do something else. Subvert the system from the inside, that type of shit, y’know? I didn’t want, and won’t, join the it. But sure, go ahead and jeer at me and the others in the band at our shows because “we sold out.” I just think that, if Big Music is stupid enough to sign someone like the Dead Kennedys, of all bands, they can go right ahead. Alternative Tentacles [Biafra’s vanity label] is just as capitalist as RCA; both want to make money. One just makes more money than the other, but at the cost of musical integrity.
So: to clarify, you’re against selling out?
I’m a sarcastic person, Kurt. I’d best leave it at that.
Let’s talk about other things: I listened to some Kennedys’ material before doing this interview, and came out of it with the mindset that you were a left-leaning person. Where do you say your politics lie?
I’m not exactly sure, to be completely honest. I know I sit on the left because I actually care about the environment and I hate Nazis and Republicans equally, seeing as they’re mostly the same, as well as most of the Democrats, but where exactly on the left I’m still in the dark. I know I have a disdain for “good ol’” American capitalism, but I’m no fan of Ruskie-style communism, either. The thing I’m trying to say is, I consider it irrelevant, but sometimes my indecisive politics creeps into my songs.
Let’s get to the topic at hand here, what do you want your next album to be like?
I’m not sure. I would like to think that we won’t need to change much from something like Fresh Fruit [For Rotting Vegetables], just keep it raw, albeit polished, hardcore punk; something that good ol’ Jerry Falwell can have pretend ‘moral outrage’ about. But knowing Big Music, they’ll probably try to soften it to make it actually listenable to by a mainstream audience. But that doesn’t mean we’ll actually, y’know, comply. You can’t subvert the system if you just act passive, nobody ain’t got nowhere by being a pushover. Well, thinking about it, maybe Bush did...”
-Rolling Stone, June 25, 1981
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Jaren E. G. Pate was waiting anxiously in the waiting room of the Baptist Memorial Hospital in Memphis, Tennessee. Her husband had needed desperate surgery for a tear or something like that on his stomach.
She had originally blown off his abdominal pains, telling him they were “just stomachaches.” Little did she know that they were much more serious, and, in the cramped, white lobby of the hospital, she began blaming herself for the situation her husband was in.
She tried not to think of the worst. She tried to spin her husband’s 50% survivability chance in a positive manner. “That means that he could easily pull through it,” she kept repeating like a mantra in her head, clutching a bunch of crumpled tissues in her hands. She was alone in the small waiting room, it was 1 O’clock in the morning, and their daughter, Lori, was at home, unaware that her father was undergoing major and urgent surgery.
Suddenly, a black nurse in a white garb entered the room, and approached her. “Mrs. Lewis?” She said to the tired and uneased woman. “We have something to tell you about your husband.”
“Did he make it?”
The nurse hesitated, and responded with a shaky voice.
“Your husband… I’m sorry… He didn’t make it.”
Jaren broke down into grief-stricken tears, the nurse bringing her the awful news desperately trying to comfort her. Not only had her husband died, but, in that surgical ward, in that hospital and on that morning, one of the most important men in rock music, if not in general music, history had been snuffed out.
Jerry Lee Lewis, “the Killer” himself, had succumbed to a stomach ulcer. It was an ailment caused by years of smoking and drinking. He died in the early hours of June 30, 1981, aged 49, and the world mourned the loss of a Rock ‘n’ Roll legend.
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Robert De Niro had an idea.
He had what seemed to be a brilliant idea.
The budding former actor had quit the life of showbusiness out of guilt after the assassination of Reagan, and finding Taxi Driver had apparently driven John Hinckley Jr. to kill the President. And, without his main source of income, he was losing money fast.
He knew that the only way to stave off looming and imminent Chapter 11 Bankruptcy was to make more money. But with him leaving acting, and basically being a persona non grata in the eyes of many for “helping to kill Reagan,” it seemed as if the two-time Academy Award winner would fade away, a relic of the 70s, killed off by something that wasn’t even exactly his fault.
But now he had a plan.
It came to him while he was watching TV in the living room of his Sunset Strip penthouse. Flicking through the channels, in between humourless sitcoms and news broadcasts, both featuring heavily-bearded men in leisure suits, he came across a television ad for Prego pasta sauce.
Thick, red, rich, Prego-brand pasta sauce.
It was the most unlikely idea ever. In any other world, it would seem demonstrably silly. But this wasn’t in any other world. At that moment, on the 1st of June, 1981; Robert De Niro knew he wouldn’t fade out into bankruptcy like so many other forgotten actors and actresses of years passed, thanks to a throwaway thought he came up with from watching an advertisement for mass-produced, bland tomato sauce on TV.
“I can do that.”
So, the Kennedys signing with RCA.
I can hardly believe it myself.
I’m just confused, why do you think RCA wants a band that makes songs that, and I hope you don’t mind this, make songs that are almost unlistenable to by a mainstream audience?
No offense taken. I too, have absolutely no idea how RCA, in their right minds, offered some shit band from the Bay Area a record deal. Maybe we’ll never know, and, to be one-hundred percent honest with you, Kurt, but I’d prefer to keep it that way.
Now, some of your fans are calling the Kennedys out for ‘selling out.’ Are you concerned about these allegations?
Absolutely not. I and the band have sold our souls to the music industry, and I’m admitting that with pride. I surely don’t have any regrets yet. I mean, yeah, I can understand any and all, y’know—animosity, disillusionment, if that’s a word, that some of our fans are probably feeling. A year ago, signing with RCA… I would’ve thrown that shit right out.
I see. What do you think changed your mind?
Listen, I want everyone in the world to know this: the main reason I signed to a big label is to do something else. Subvert the system from the inside, that type of shit, y’know? I didn’t want, and won’t, join the it. But sure, go ahead and jeer at me and the others in the band at our shows because “we sold out.” I just think that, if Big Music is stupid enough to sign someone like the Dead Kennedys, of all bands, they can go right ahead. Alternative Tentacles [Biafra’s vanity label] is just as capitalist as RCA; both want to make money. One just makes more money than the other, but at the cost of musical integrity.
So: to clarify, you’re against selling out?
I’m a sarcastic person, Kurt. I’d best leave it at that.
Let’s talk about other things: I listened to some Kennedys’ material before doing this interview, and came out of it with the mindset that you were a left-leaning person. Where do you say your politics lie?
I’m not exactly sure, to be completely honest. I know I sit on the left because I actually care about the environment and I hate Nazis and Republicans equally, seeing as they’re mostly the same, as well as most of the Democrats, but where exactly on the left I’m still in the dark. I know I have a disdain for “good ol’” American capitalism, but I’m no fan of Ruskie-style communism, either. The thing I’m trying to say is, I consider it irrelevant, but sometimes my indecisive politics creeps into my songs.
Let’s get to the topic at hand here, what do you want your next album to be like?
I’m not sure. I would like to think that we won’t need to change much from something like Fresh Fruit [For Rotting Vegetables], just keep it raw, albeit polished, hardcore punk; something that good ol’ Jerry Falwell can have pretend ‘moral outrage’ about. But knowing Big Music, they’ll probably try to soften it to make it actually listenable to by a mainstream audience. But that doesn’t mean we’ll actually, y’know, comply. You can’t subvert the system if you just act passive, nobody ain’t got nowhere by being a pushover. Well, thinking about it, maybe Bush did...”
-Rolling Stone, June 25, 1981
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Jaren E. G. Pate was waiting anxiously in the waiting room of the Baptist Memorial Hospital in Memphis, Tennessee. Her husband had needed desperate surgery for a tear or something like that on his stomach.
She had originally blown off his abdominal pains, telling him they were “just stomachaches.” Little did she know that they were much more serious, and, in the cramped, white lobby of the hospital, she began blaming herself for the situation her husband was in.
She tried not to think of the worst. She tried to spin her husband’s 50% survivability chance in a positive manner. “That means that he could easily pull through it,” she kept repeating like a mantra in her head, clutching a bunch of crumpled tissues in her hands. She was alone in the small waiting room, it was 1 O’clock in the morning, and their daughter, Lori, was at home, unaware that her father was undergoing major and urgent surgery.
Suddenly, a black nurse in a white garb entered the room, and approached her. “Mrs. Lewis?” She said to the tired and uneased woman. “We have something to tell you about your husband.”
“Did he make it?”
The nurse hesitated, and responded with a shaky voice.
“Your husband… I’m sorry… He didn’t make it.”
Jaren broke down into grief-stricken tears, the nurse bringing her the awful news desperately trying to comfort her. Not only had her husband died, but, in that surgical ward, in that hospital and on that morning, one of the most important men in rock music, if not in general music, history had been snuffed out.
Jerry Lee Lewis, “the Killer” himself, had succumbed to a stomach ulcer. It was an ailment caused by years of smoking and drinking. He died in the early hours of June 30, 1981, aged 49, and the world mourned the loss of a Rock ‘n’ Roll legend.
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Robert De Niro had an idea.
He had what seemed to be a brilliant idea.
The budding former actor had quit the life of showbusiness out of guilt after the assassination of Reagan, and finding Taxi Driver had apparently driven John Hinckley Jr. to kill the President. And, without his main source of income, he was losing money fast.
He knew that the only way to stave off looming and imminent Chapter 11 Bankruptcy was to make more money. But with him leaving acting, and basically being a persona non grata in the eyes of many for “helping to kill Reagan,” it seemed as if the two-time Academy Award winner would fade away, a relic of the 70s, killed off by something that wasn’t even exactly his fault.
But now he had a plan.
It came to him while he was watching TV in the living room of his Sunset Strip penthouse. Flicking through the channels, in between humourless sitcoms and news broadcasts, both featuring heavily-bearded men in leisure suits, he came across a television ad for Prego pasta sauce.
Thick, red, rich, Prego-brand pasta sauce.
It was the most unlikely idea ever. In any other world, it would seem demonstrably silly. But this wasn’t in any other world. At that moment, on the 1st of June, 1981; Robert De Niro knew he wouldn’t fade out into bankruptcy like so many other forgotten actors and actresses of years passed, thanks to a throwaway thought he came up with from watching an advertisement for mass-produced, bland tomato sauce on TV.
“I can do that.”
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Sorry for the short post, turns out you can get pretty busy, and sapped for creativity, who’dve thunk it?
Hope you enjoy, there’s plenty more coming.
Hope you enjoy, there’s plenty more coming.
Well, Paul Newman made his own salad dressing business, didn't he?
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Indeed, if I recall correctly, a royal army is actually illegal. Parliament has been controlling the army ever since the Glorious Revolution.