Anthony Pierpont (center) poses with two friends in a California prison yard.

Jan. 28, 2005 — Just a few months ago, Anthony Pierpont, proprietor of white power music label Panzerfaust Records, was sitting pretty. Minnesota-based Panzerfaust had increasingly become the label of choice for American white supremacists, leaving rival hate label Resistance Records struggling to keep up.

Pierpont had just announced his “Project Schoolyard,” an effort to distribute a free hate-music sampler to 100,000 children, and the national media was beating a path to his door. (Read more on Project Schoolyard USA from Tolerance.org.)

And long-time Skinhead Bryant Cecchini, alias Byron Calvert, had become his business partner — a real plus, given Cecchini’s business savvy and experience.

But the good times have apparently come to an end.

On Nov. 30, the Minnesota Gang Strike Force raided Pierpont’s South St. Paul home, arresting him after finding a small amount of marijuana and traces of cocaine. Then, after years of rumors in the white supremacist movement that Pierpont was not an “Aryan,” his partner Cecchini found Pierpont’s birth certificate (follow link below to see) — a document that shows that Pierpont’s mother is a Mexican-born woman named Maria Marcola del Prado.

Finally, in January, Cecchini claimed on an online message board that he had discovered Pierpont traveled to Thailand last October on a “sex tour” and bragged to others about sex in Bangkok with Thai prostitutes.

That’s not all. The Center recently obtained a photograph of Pierpont in the yard of a California prison, where he was serving time for a drug offense (right). He is posing with two men who are apparently his friends — men who appear to be Hispanic.

Cecchini says Pierpont refused to take a DNA test to establish his “white” credentials. As a result, Cecchini wrote in a Jan. 22 internet posting, he quit the label along with its webmaster. Hammerskin Nation and Volksfront, two key neo-Nazi supporters of Panzerfaust, denounced Pierpont and withdrew all support.

As January came to a close, Panzerfaust had virtually disappeared. Its website had been hijacked by something called Free Your Mind Productions — an outfit apparently connected to Cecchini and the Hammerskins — and reporters who’d been talking to Pierpont just days earlier suddenly found him impossible to reach.

Read more about this and many other menacing mouthbreathers here!

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My friend Nicole brought me back some vegan skittles and starbursts back from England…

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I just watched an episode of Dinner For Five with Michael Rappaport (True Romance), Jay Mohr (Suicide Kings), Timothy Olyphant (GO), David Milch (writer Hill Street Blues, NYPD BLue, Creator of Deadwood) and it was fucking awesome…
IFC is by far the best channel on American television.

WORK MAKES YOU FREE
The gates of Sachsenhausen.

I had always heard the gates of the concentration camps had some sketchy text emblazon on each of them. When I was in Europe this past January we went to Buchenwald and asked one of the staff what was written on the gate. The poor woman looked at us like we had asked something we weren’t supposed to, reluctantly told us it translated to “To Each His Own”, and put her hands up.
The 2 hours I spent there was hardly enough time to understand what all had happened there, and no matter how much time I spent there I don’t think I could ever fully comprehend the amount of suffering that took place.

Unholy Passion
By Will Oldham

I got to listening to the Misfits around the time that Samhain started up. Many of us in Louisville were what is known as “rabid fans” of both bands, and there wasn’t a day went by we didn’t talk about the records, about Glenn. Initium is a great record, unique. At one point, I put together a huge collage of images pulled from school encyclopedias… voodoo and gargoyles, lots of blood and nastiness. I sent it to Glenn, along with a cow skull and ten dollars, hoping against hope for something to come back. Well, not too long after, the mailman brought me a package from Lodi, and in it was a “Cough/Cool” single and a beautiful pale-yellow Samhain t-shirt.

I think I saw the second show that Samhain played at Newport, K.Y.’s Jockey Club; it was an amazing night, the first time I stayed up all night. Everyone in the band signed my yellow t-shirt. This was probably during the “Unholy Passion” trip. When the November-Coming-Fire trip came around, a Louisville band called Maurice was asked to open. I went along for the trip, taking pictures.

So Samhain was Glenn, Eerie, Damien, and London May, with roadie Tom. We went to Ohio, Indiana, Michigan. I remember Detroit, the show was at Corey Rusk’s place; at one point, after soundcheck, there was a buzz that Glenn was upstairs with Corey and Tesco Vee. A jaw-dropping summit! London, I am pretty sure, was a vegetarian, and the others constantly ribbed him in Jersey boy fashion; when we would stop at a Denny’s, say, to eat, Glenn and Eerie would tell London that there was some shrubbery outside… really idiotic stuff, but hilarious. Britt Walford played drums in Maurice, and he and I entertained Samhain with our impersonations of people with cerebral palsy. They got a big kick out of that. High-minded all around, we were.

In Bloomington, something occured that we were told was a remarkable event: Glenn drank some of a beer, maybe a whole beer. I remember sitting on a porch at a party after the show. Glenn had someone’s acoustic guitar, and he started to play the John Cougar song “Small Town”. Only he sang it like this: “Well I was born with no dick… and I am a lesbian…” and he giggled hysterically.

The shows blew my mind, every night. “Death Comes Ripping”, “Bloodfeast”, and “Die! Die! My Darling” thrown in with the songs from the three Samhain records. Powerful, awesome. Always front and center we were, screaming, sweating, singing along with every song. The band was a united front. I have never seen such great songs played so fiercely just for the audience that was right there.

I got to see the Samhain tour a couple of years ago. The set was brilliantly structured, with line-up and costume changes to reflect the evolution of Samhain. And with tension, and joy; it was as great as it was in 1985, because Glenn had changed it and made it as great as our memories would have had it. After the show, London re-introduced me to Glenn. Glenn stared at me blankly, then smiled and thanked me for coming. His voice was hoarse, he had a cold. He didn’t remember me at all from 1985. I think about him all of the time.

Musician Will Oldham currently records as Bonnie “Prince” Billy, and has just released, via Drag City, a full-length collaboration with former Chavez and Zwan guitarist Matt Sweeney titled Superwolf.

I found this amazing article here.

On Easter Sunday, Terri Schiavo received Holy Communion — a single drop of wine on her tongue. Monsignor Thaddeus Malanowski, aided by the chaplain of the hospice where Schiavo lay, said he “gave her the drop of precious blood on the tongue, so we know she received Christ.”

So let me get this straight… The simple act of dropping wine on someones tongue brings christ into their heart? All religiounist are by their nature a little off, but these fucking catholics are an especially nutty lot.

Apocalypse Now Redux is playing tomorrow on the big screen…possibly the best film ever made!