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Pure Evil
Dimitri Shostakovich wrote this (2nd movement, Symphony #10) as a musical portrait of Stalin, who had harrassed him directly and indirectly throughout his career. This is pure malevolence, published after Stalin was safely dead. While Uncle Joe was alive, DS was mostly confined to putting out government approved, “socalist realist” garbage, while keeping much of his “real” work private. Occasionally he could put one over on the Soviets and follow the letter of their requirements while mocking them. One cool thing is that in the finale of this same symphony, he has a theme based on his initials, DSCH, vie for dominance against the Stalin theme from this movement. DSCH wins. Artistic revenge at its finest. “He who laughs last, laughs longest.”
The conductor seems a little too into his hair, and I’m not sure why he appears to be grinning during this grim business. But you’ve gotta give him credit, his musicians are playing the hell out of this. He made his reputation whipping these young Venezuelans into a respectable unit. He’s since gone on to greener pastures in LA.
How To Cope With A Woman’s Most Intimate Needs
This guy is ridiculously precise with the acid – a true artist.
The Art Of Mort Künstler
Here’s some more incredibly manly paintings for you rugged bastards!
From Design You Can Trust …
Mort Künstler is best known today for his vivid paintings of scenes from American history, specifically the Revolutionary War and the Civil War. These works have been featured in books and calendars, and spotlighted in exhibitions around the country.
Less known is Künstler’s early work in men’s adventure magazines, a unique genre that populated newsstands from the 1950s through the late ‘70s. Also known as “men’s sweats,” because most covers featured a sweaty, shirtless guy facing some type of peril, scores of adventure titles vied for a reader’s attention with eye-popping headlines such as “Death Orgy of the Leopard Women” and “Weasels Ripped My Flesh!”
Why Young Girls Turn Into Unbridled Sex Kittens
This guy either didn’t get the torture memo or just isn’t trying very hard.
Folks Who Live For The Glory Of Pain
These guys may not be Nazis, but they’ve got moxie.
Shriek For Death My Little One
It’s a little-known fact that the Nazis were way ahead of the curve on the cellulite roller.
Lover Boy, You’re No Man
Is the guy in the back making salsa?
I Can Relate
Exhibit A
Let’s Make Stag Shows Legal!
I’m off the Nazi reservation this week.
¡Viva Cuba Libre!