A bit late...

It's a bit late, but Stevie, you're gonna get it. Your mouth has written checks that your body ain't gonna be able to cash and Johnny gonna be the one to rip you apart.

Oh, and it looks like a bunch of licks are comin' in for Bear's Big Bash. Even some Anarchs from Florida, so that should be very cool.

Back to work.

Why must so many Anarchs be retards?

Seriously, why?

A bunch of the Anarchs out in the Midwest are fucking retarded. Bitchin' and moanin' about stupid ass shit. Apparently can't get organized for crap, and then they let Garrett fucking Dannington become Baron.

What the fuck?

The dude just flipped a few weeks ago, and he's already Baron. How jacked up does your local Movement have to be for that to happen?

Not to mention dumbasses hiring Assamites to kill Cammies. Stupid shit. Either do it yourself, or cover the trail so damn well that it can't be traced back to you. But no, they can't even pull that shit off.

Fuck. It really makes Johnny angry to see such stupidity in fellow Anarchs.

No more photos

No pictures. Sucks, but it's part of trying to get the FBI off Johnny's back...it might be nice to have access to the cash flow just in time for Christmas...er, make that, Christmas parties.

Uh oh...

Um...yeah...been hearing the voice of Candy, my sire...felt my heart beat for the first time in 30 years...kinda freakin' out here...

A.B.C.

There's a right fuckin' bastard Johnny is gonna take care of. Oh yeah. Always. Be. Closing.

So things have been pretty quiet overall for Johnny. No major incursions, done studying with Jacen Pompeii in Greece, no Camarilla problems, nothing big.

Well, okay, the Knights of Retribution and the Gangrel seem intent on killing each other and Uncle Remus managed to keep them from throwing blows, at least for now. Gonna have to wait to see what happens. Probably gonna hit the fan in the next month or so, but Johnny can't do shit about it right now.

New Year's was pretty cool, seeing a bunch of licks from all over visiting Perez and Bear's Coffee Shoppe and hanging out like we were all mortal again and not just a bunch of vampires making power plays for eternity.

For the first time in probably 15 years, Johnny thought about the family Johnny left behind. Mom, Dad, Shannon, my sister. Kinda had to leave them all behind when Johnny became a vampire, you know? The first time Johnny though of Shannon as food, Johnny knew it was time to get the fuck out and immediately. Broke my mom's heart, I just know it.

Might have to try to track them down and see what become of them. Would kinda like to know what happened to Mom.

What It Means To Be Brujah

Johnny was asked to write down what it means to be a Brujah. First off, who the hell is stupid enough to ask Johnny to *write* this shit down? And two, who really cares what Johnny has to say about Clan Brujah? It's not like Johnny is one of the shining lights of the clan. There's a bunch more Brujah out there that gotta says better things and say them better. Anyway, here's what Johnny said. (oh, and Johnny can't tell you yet the why and who and all)

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So what does it mean to be Brujah? Well now, Johnny didn’t go through no normal accounting like lap-dog Camarilla Brujah, so Johnny’s answer is gonna be kinda different.

Let’s get a couple of things right out and taken care of. This warrior-philosopher bullshit? Exactly that, bullshit. There’s too many wannabe philosopher’s runnin’ around claimin’ to know the secrets of Carthage or whatever. In the end, all they end up doin’ is running their mouths and flappin’ their gums and get jack and shit done. That’s the worst part, they don’t get anything done.

On the other side is those damn leather-jacket wearing stereotypes of rage. Dumbasses that can only think of destroying things, never mind what it is. The kind of stereotype that the Venture and Torea-fags use to make fun of us and keep us down. Their worst thing is that their rage isn’t directed, it’s just a wildfire burning out of control.

So what the hell are we? Johnny figures we are somewhere in the middle. We are engines of destruction to be used brutally against injustice. We are all about The Cause, all about fighting for something we believe in. When we get lazy, when the cause we are fighting for is just our comfort or our own material possessions, that’s when we are just Ventrue with cooler clothes. A real Brujah fights for a Cause. Maybe that’s why so many of us are Anarchs, why Johnny is an Anarch. Because fighting for The Movment means Johnny is fighting for something outside of Johnny, bigger than Johnny, that could last longer and do more than Johnny could ever do alone. But if you are Tower, then goddamnit, believe in it. Believe in what you are fighting for. Don’t puss out and just fight against something, but fight FOR something.

That’s what a real Brujah is. Yeah, there’s that stuff about brotherhood and shit, but for Johnny, it all comes down to the fire in our souls and figuring out how to control that fire and use it for your Cause.

Too quiet

It's too damn quiet around here...no word of shovelheads, the KJ seem to be quiet, the Cam is too busy with their issue of letting the Assamites into their country club or not...even the Brujah in general seem to be awful quiet lately...it's fuckin' weird is what it is...

Undead Commerce

Vampires, somehow, are naturally selfish. Most of us don't want anyone to have anything, but we want it all. Johnny thinks that's why Johnny has thrown himself into The Movement like he has. To try and stave off that innate selfishness.

But Johnny is coming across it a lot lately. Johnny is trying to learn more about being an Anarch and a Brujah. Trying to delve deeper into the history and the secrets. But goddamn, you'd think Johnny was trying to buy someone's mom for a porno shoot or something. The way these licks fuckin' protect their little edges, their little secrets, fuck, you'd think that you were taking away their survival edge or something.

Damn fools.

Damn Lasombra

So Johnny aint' said nothing about this yet. But it's seriously fucked up shit.

Okay. So at the rant a few weeks back, at the beginning of December, some Camarilla types show up. This Assamite dude named Rudy and some "antitribu" Lasombra named Elliot. Still not sure what "antitribu" means, but it most mean something like "not like the rest of the clan" or something. In this case, it meant a Lasombra loyal to the Camarilla. Well, he decides to go Sabbat hunting. With the Assamite. A few of our friends decide to meet up with them, including Lauren, Brer Bear, and Joe Barclay. Oh, and a Nosferatu named "They." Weird fucker, that one.

Problem? The Lasombra, Elliot, never shows up back at home.

No one seems to know what's up with Rudy, who supposedly last saw the dude alive. Something about being attacked, maybe by Gangrel.

Bear and Lauren were kicked out of Gangrel turf. Barclay says he never met up with Elliot or Rudy.

Rooster, the number two Gangrel in Irvine, won't fuckin' talk. Keller, the number one, hasn't said a word about it. Barclay is gettin' all defensive.

Worst of all? Elliot's clan is howling for someone's blood.

So how did Johnny get involved in this mess? Johnny asked fellow Brujah if there was such a thing as Camarilla Lasombra. Turns out to be true. But one, who is a friend of a powerful Cam Lasombra, decides to dig deeper. Finds out that Elliot is missing. Tells Johnny, tells his friend Urial Ligatio. Who is apparently a big fucking Lasombra the entire rest of that clan knows and respects. So now Johnny has to figure out who killed Elliot just to keep the Camarilla and the Lasombra out of Orange County. Feels like being a goddamn puppet is what it feels like. But it's about keeping the Cam out of the Free States, so if it means feeding information to this Ligatio dude, Johnny'll do it.

Right now? It looks like Gangrel were involved. Maybe Sabbat Gangrel, maybe Keller and Rooster's own guys. But there's a central question; how did they know about Elliot and how did they know how to find him? Were they after him? Or did someone tip them off and if so, who the fuck was it?

It's makin' Johnny's head hurt.

Cash Rules Everything Around Me

Whoa.

That's a lot of fuckin' money. Johnny got hooked up with some brothers in the Movement back in Chicago or something and they gave $500,000 to Johnny to spend to help build the Free States here. Su-weeeet!!

So the money is going to go in three different directions. First, guns. Gotta build up a stockpile of guns to be used by the Movement. Even guys like Simon gotta learn how to handle heat and that means getting them some guns to use. So Johnny figures somewhere between 50 to 100 G's will buy enough guns for everyone down here to have two.

Next is politicians. We need those weasels in our pockets to help not only against the Cam, but against the fuckin' riceferatu. So Johnny is gonna drop, dunno, maybe 200K on buying some political friendships.

Best of all? Hookers. Lots of hookers. Okay, not really, but sort of. Gotta work the streets and who knows the pulse of the streets better than hookers? Those bitches know everything but no one bothers to listen to them. Except Johnny. Spread the rest of the cash around and they'll all come to Johnny when they hear anything interesting.

Oh yeah.

But it's kinda like in the movies, you know? Never seen that much money in one place before and it was just like in the movies. Freakin' cool.

Cold, hard, cash

Yeah baby!

Okay, some Anarchs back in the midwest have managed to turn in a lot of recyclables and penny rolls and have turned that into $10 million dollars. They decided to part with that cash to help out the Movement. Well, Johnny asked for money for hookers, politicians and guns. And Johnny got 500 Gs. Half a mil. Sweet!

Now Johnny has got to figure out just how many guns and hookers that buys. And exactly where to buy them. It'll help not only fight the goddamn cammunists that have stepped south of the 10 into Anarch turf, but also those uppity riceferatu down here in the OC.

Hookers and guns baby!

The opening volleys

Like Johnny said before, the riceferatu have decided that it's time for war, that they are staking their long-held claims to Westminster and Garden Grove and now going after Irvine.

So now it's time to fight back.

So the KKK of the undead, the Knight of Retribution are now on our side (supposedly) and are going after four apartment complexes that are supposedly infested with KJ and their mortal tools. They need our help though and Simon managed to get Barclay to agree to help (the Irvine claims have gotten under their fur it seems). Seems the Gangrel are going to summon hordes of rats and mice and shit to one of the apartments in an attempt to get it condemned. Should work. Once condemned, it will hopefully be demolished, breaking part of the riceferatu's hold on the area. Or it'll spread them around which might make it worse.

Johnny tried to dump cash into the small local elections over the last few days. Focused on non-Asian candidates (sorry dudes) that either were going to whup-ass or that were only a little bit behind and extra money might help sway the election in their favor. Tried to use Johnny's other money men to cover up the cash-influx, or at least keep it from being traced back directly to Johnny. Then, Johnny figures it's the time for political parties, right? Victory balls and all that and Johnny does have the hook-ups with the parties and clbus, so Johnny is going to be busy this weekend with those parties. Gotta try to get some hoo-ups with the local politicians.

And it's about time the hookers on the street and the strippers in the clubs pay extra attention to the word on the street and let Johnny know what they hear.

This war sure as shit ain't gonna be all about personal combat and shit. Guys like Sharky are gonna be useful, but Johnny thinks that a dude like Simon are gonna be even more useful, especially at the beginning of this shitstorm.

Why even bother?

Sometimes, Johnny wonders why he even bothers.

No, not the whole Anarch thing. The business of bothering to try and defend being an Anarch to a bunch of Cammie fucktards who aren't really interested in anything but running Johnny and the Movement down. All they seemingly want to do is to spend their time insulting Johnny, Perez, Cutter and every other Anarch that pops up on the Brujah message list other than Krieger. 'Course, that's because probably even the oh-so-bad-ass Jacen and Dean, the gay wonder twins, seem to even fear and respect Krieger muthafuckin' Klein.

Is that what it's really all about to the fuckwits? Power? If Johnny has got the power, they'll respect Johnny. Isn't that what Status, Elders, even Prestation boils down to?

Johnny remembers what Prince Book of SF said nearly a year ago. He basically said it's about power, though he was talking more on a domain kind of level. It's basically being proven true by Brujah that should know better than to simply follow the Camarilla's rules blindly.

It's a hard lesson to learn, but Johnny thinks maybe he's finally getting it.

Whoa...

Now, Johnny never normally comments on the babes on the blog...you should just accept them for who they are, beautiful decorations. See, that's part of the problem with most guys. They put these hot chicks on pedestals and worship them and shit. Nah, you gotta treat 'em like any other chick and then they'll see that you are different and react to that, you know?

Anyway, the first one is a nearly perfect woman...okay, so she's not asian...and those are fake, but still, this chick could probably rock the entire Song of the Southland and still want more...

This second chick is what Johnny wishes every lick chick was like...Johnny might even do fanged pussy if they looked like this...

Thorns Sucks Ass

Johnny just doesn't get it. Why would any self-respecting Anarch claim the Treaty of Thorns?

Okay, so maybe if they are, like, the sole Anarch in the entire domain, but if that's the case, are even really an Anarch? Or are they just an agitator? But otherwise, why would an Anarch ever claim to be essentially Camarilla in leather clothing?

It doesn't make much sense. Johnny figures they want to have their cake and eat it too, you know? They can run with the cool kids, but if trouble comes, they can always go running to Mommy and claim they were under our bad influence. That almost makes them traitors, you know? It's not like they are really devoted to the Movement, 'cause if they were, they'd be claiming Status Perfectus.

What really gets Johnny are the assclowns that claim neither. Total fuckwits those are. Totally selfish too. They want all the "rights" that Status Perfectus declares, but don't want any of the responsibility. No, only taking care of number one and fuck the rest. Individuality is cool and all, but your gotta see beyond yourself and do something for the Movement and not just for you.

Someon has gotta step up and lead the Anarchs like Big J once did. God help us all if it's Johnny...

It's that time of year

It's getting to be that time of year. When you can go to a party, or even a bar, and be a "vampire" in public and not have to worry about the Masquerade. Well, unless of course you are pulling stupid shit like picking up cars or running alongside them on the freeway.

Never cared that much for Halloween as a mortal. It was for the kids, you know? Trick or treating, bobbing for apples, stupid homemade costumes, you know, yeah? Totally different that last few years though. Now it seems like it's a total grown-up, adult holiday and kids are just an afterthought.

Johnny does really like the costumes though. Fuck yeah, it's a chance for any chick to let out their inner slut in public and just dress like total skanks and whores and have the "legitimate" excuse that it's just a Halloween costume. And then Johnny gets to put on a cheesy cape, slick back his hair, and be Dracula (like that fucker ever actually lived, yeah?) and they "let" Johnny seduce them. Ha!

Not to mention going to places like Knott's Scary Farm or shit like that makes it so goddamn easy to feed. Manage to get some teenage girl (not too young though) broken off from her friends, use the powers of persuasion to get her to start sucking face, stick a hand up her skirt, and bam! you get a pint and she never knows what hit her aside from a killer orgasm. Even if she figures out enough shit to say a vampire drank her blood, her friends are just gonna think she was making out with some dude in vampire costume in one of the mazes or something.

Gotta be careful and all. Johnny don't get careless this time of year; shit, it pays to be even more paranoid that normal. But it can be a fun time of year.

Rabbit calls a rant?

So why is Rabbit calling a Rant? WTF could he possibly want? It seems more than a little weird, that if anyone from the Song of the Southland would be calling a rant, it sure as shit wouldn't be Rabbit. After all, he's gayer than any Toreador, organized the donkey show, and loves to penis-punch Sharky and I. Or at least, he tries to punch us; doesn't happen any more.

So what does he want? Is it a brujah matter, a Song issue, an anarch thing, what?

Camarilla are morons

Damn dude!

Okay, so, like, Johnny found this national connection for Brujah across the country. Pretty fuckin' cool, right?

No.

'Cause most of them are cocksucking cammunists whose only pastime and passion is to give crap to anyone new to the list. They claim to be Brujah, they claim to be "rebels" (or at least a few of them do), but they are just sucking from the same Camarilla teat as the rest of the clans.

And oh so tired they are of dealing with stupid rebellious teenagers like Johnny. Won't we just make it easier and just accept that they are right, we are wrong, and just be good little cammunists?

Wow, the whole Ivory Tower business is real and alive and well today. These bastards are so totally out of touch with the real world today, so totally out of touch with Los Angeles and Orange County, they couldn't find their way out of a paper bag.

It's just sickening that some of these arrogant self-centered bastards call themselves Brujah when it's clear that some of them are more Toreador or Ventrue than Brujah.

Made a deal with Barclay

I think I may have made a deal with Joe Barclay.

The Knights of Retribution are some scary fuckers. They've waxed a few too many of the KJ in the last few months. Now, I told them they could do a few operations, but they took that to mean they had a green light to do whatever they wanted to the KJ whenever they wanted. Which meant assassinating one of their higher-ups at an Anarch rant.

Now I called them on it, just like Simon did. Gotta back the fellow Architect. Well, now they are calling me a traitor for trying to work diplomacy in addition to letting them do their thing. Not that I meant for them to do their thing whenever.

So I'm fuckin' scared. This ain't cool. I don't want my brains scattered across the lawn.

So I went to Barclay. Fucker can walk out of exploding houses with barely a singe on his lapel. He said, yeah, he'd teach me some Fortitude. I just gotta teach him some Potence. I'm not sure that a Gangrel that can walk out of C-4 explosions with the ability to grow claws should really be knowing Potence...but what the fuck choice do I have? I need to be able to be tougher, not just against the KJ or the Sabbat, but now in-case the Knights of Retribution come after me.

Not.

Fucking.

Cool.