Ill-informed Opinions from a Suburban Refugee & Pop Cultural Misfit

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

The Virtual Voodoo Experiment - UPDATE! FAILURE!

Ten years ago I had a poorly rendered voodoo doll tattooed on my right arm (nothing like the piece of work shown here - *beautiful), ignorant to the actual authentic nature of Voodoo itself, I adhered to the legendary black arts portion of the practice since I’m a horror hound at heart. We’re all familiar with the idea of sticking pins through an ever symbolic doll that would presumably bring harm to whom the doll was directly emulating or serve to enforce hexes placed thereupon. In truth, the act of piercing the voodoo doll’s “heart” is believed to actually attract love from the focus of the figure and not have the person drop dead as one might expect. The dolls were mostly used to implement the positive (binding two dolls can in theory keep a couple together) and only rarely used for ravenous revenge. The dark art stereotypes of the religion were introduced mostly through the horror media and stemmed from ancient fears related to a following that few understand. History lesson aside and to ultimately to serve my purpose here, let’s reaffirm the Horror & Hollywood revenge ethic of Voodoo if only for a moment, not out of disrespect for those that revere it, but to scold those who deserve a good old fashioned curse on their arse. Call it Virtual Voodoo if you will.

Now, I know she wouldn’t approve of this cannibal waving her wicked wounds out in front of my meaty minions, so I’ll do so as vague and anonymously as possible. Let’s say that you have a foxy female friend that's been married for half a year. Now take that friend and place her in front of you saying that her husband of 6 months drunkenly cheated on her before they were wed - in addition, 6 ½ months of infidelity proof is currently floating about inside the belly of the woman he deceived with. Now, tell me that the thought of evil voodoo deeds wouldn't be buzzing through your honey head. She's crushed, and I want him cursed.

It is my hope that if each and every reader of this site plugs a hex into the Meat Musings (comment) section; we may be able to accomplish something sinister and dearly deserving. It might take a dozen, perhaps less, but make ‘em good, let’s smite this disloyal dog back into the sin pits. Childish? Definitely, but I'm so furious that only something supernatural can exact the revenge she deserves - Create a Curse!

*"Halloween Leftovers" image used with permission courtesy of L.W. Perkins Art & Illustration

UPDATE - You’re not doing so hot there people, she’s considering forgiveness! You call yourselves bloggers? Roast that pig!

UPDATE - We've failed. Another blogsite somewhere must've put a virtual voodoo experiment in effect to counter ours because this one did nothing. She may still leave him, but our impact on this conclusion was minimal.

iPod played "Jimi Hendrix - Voodoo Child" while posting

11 Comments:

Blogger The Dark Pig said...

Hickory dickory dock... may a buffalo suckle yer' cock.

7:59 PM

 
Blogger Jenn Doll said...

I really liked the history lesson of Voodoo. Very interesting.

I'll have to think of a curse. Dark pig's cracked me up! When I think of something worth typing, I'll be back.

1:12 AM

 
Blogger Unknown said...

May your infidelitous dick develop genital warts so bad it more closely resembles a cauliflower than a penis.

11:33 AM

 
Blogger UrbanCannibal said...

Now THAT's what I'm talking about! Let him have it!

11:54 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

May a large genetically altered giraffe be struck with the mistaken belief that you are their mate, and the unspeakable things that follow leave you with a condition that causes your small intestine to leap out of your arse whenever you laugh, which won't be often.

12:35 PM

 
Blogger UrbanCannibal said...

Wow, that was sweet! Take THAT you jackass!

12:38 PM

 
Blogger Serena said...

I'm afraid this might be a bit more litigious than what you were looking for....

may your wife find a cut-throat attorney who, after facilitating an annulment, slaps a civil suit on your ass that makes your bastard offspring shit money.

5:02 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Puto Mugio Belt, Poena Praecedo.

5:51 AM

 
Blogger Unknown said...

Ummmm....a pox on his house.

May his roving eye become rotted with leprosy that spreads to his brain and drives him insane.

8:51 AM

 
Blogger Spankey said...

May your life be a swirling sucking eddy of dispair filled with glimpses of false hope in an ever blackening universe...

2:08 PM

 
Blogger UrbanCannibal said...

Spakey... does that mean you want him to get a corporate job of some sort?

3:01 PM

 

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