Another voice for The Movement is dead

Anthony Bishop is dead.

He was an Anarch out in Georgia. Don't know exactly where, but it doesn't really matter. He was a believer in the Status Perfectus. He was well spoken. He was a brother Brujah. He was what both Anarch and Brujah should be; fervent for his beliefs, passionate about his causes.

Don't know why or how. Perhaps something to do with the Prince of Middle Georgia, a supreme fuckup of a Toreador. Saleem says he knows something, but not much.

Bishop could have been a powerful voice for The Movement. He could have been another name mentioned with awe by young Anarchs and fear and respect by the Camarilla.

Maybe that was why he was killed.

Anthony Bishop, rest finally in peace. Your death shall serve a purpose.

Time out in the desert

So Johnny needed to blow off some steam. So much so that Johnny couldn't do it the usual way, you know, hookers and hooch.

So Johnny grabbed the new wakizashi and the pair of sai and the copy of the Hagakure and drove out to Quartzite. That small little town on the other side of the Arizona border where you stop for gas 'cause it's cheaper than on the California side. Enough folks to keep a one or two licks alive, not that Johnny ever found one out there. And right in the middle of the desert so all it takes is a jump in the car to get out to where you can't see any sign of human life. Totally desolate.

So that's where Johnny was for about a week. Practicing with the weapons, reading from the Way of the Samurai.

Refreshed Johnny's brain in a big way. After the bullshit about "leaking" shit from the Brujah Rant list, Johnny had to figure out how to reconcile the two sides in a better way. The Hagakure had the answer. Or at least an answer that Johnny can use.

Johnny was a bit hungry stayin' out there, but that's okay. It was almost like being a monk for a little while. Getting away from the boob implants, the teased and dyed hair, the neon, the other licks, the politics of it all. It was good. Almost felt human again.

Brujah by Blood, Anarch by Choice

This is something that Johnny posted onto the Brujah networks just today, or something an awful lot like it anyway. Really fuckin' pissed...

You know what, Johnny don’t give a flyin’ fuck what you all been sayin.’ Johnny done a lot of thinking and here’s what Johnny got to say before Johnny really does leave for a vacation.

Johnny is a Brujah by blood. Johnny hears the rage and the passion in the song of Brujah. Johnny hears to song of brotherhood tugging every time a brother or sister of Brujah calls.

But Johnny is also an Anarch by choice. The songs of freedom ring in Johnny’s soul. The needs of others bound by their choices resonate in Johnny’s ears.

Unlike most of you Camarilla Brujah, Johnny has to listen to both of these songs at the same time. You have the luxury of only having your petty Court politics and our large Clan politics to worry about. You don’t have discordant rhythms beating out different needs. You don’t have two different sides of your soul sometimes trying to tear you apart.

It is the way of the Anarchs. It is a choice we all made when we turned our backs on the Ivory Tower. We know the choice makes our lives difficult. That sometimes our choices will make us lose standing or reputation to one side or another or both. That sometimes when we try to make both sides sing together, we end up making both sides we must listen to angry.

It is our lot in this unlife.

We are not traitors. We are guilty of having two masters and of doing our best to satisfy both of them.

The Anarchs that killed Chase refuse to have contact of any reasonable sort with Hung Lo or any other Anarchs that have tried to contact them. They would know regardless of what else happened or what was said that retribution had to be coming their way.

Johnny will grieve for the loss of Johnny’s brothers and sisters – both of The Movement and of The Blood should things come to that.

And that’s all Johnny’s gotta say before Mynos gets here and Johnny shows him how to live large in the OC. And when Mynos leaves, Johnny’ll take a bit of a trip too.

Johnny Chang
Brujah by Blood
Anarch by Choice

Yummy Skittles

Taste the rainbow, eat the rainbow...

More pictures to just enjoy

Been out of the local loop so long, Johnny's feelin' kinda, well, out of it. Haven't been able to attend to recent rants for any number of reasons. Business got to be taken care of sometimes, ya know? One night it was 'cause Johnny knew the KJ had all the local freeways scoped out tryin' to find Johnny's house. Couldn't leave then. Another night Johnny just fuckin' forgot. Bangin' twin sisters from Brazil will do that to any man.

Whatever. Gotta get back into the swing of things. Enjoy the pictures.

Camarilla Arrogance

The arrogance of the Ivory fuckin' Tower is just mind blowing sometimes.

There's this Tristan motherfucker that tried to lecture Johnny about the Status Perfectus and libertas. What the fuck? He's Camarilla, what could he really know about libertas? If he really knew about libertas, he'd be an Anarch and not a Cammie. He fuckin' tried to say that an officer of a Cammie court could actually be an Anarch. A fuckin' Anarch sheriff taking orders from a Cam Prince? What the fuck world is he livin' in? There's just no damn way. You can't be both a freedom fighter and a jackbooted thug. You can't be both, but this Tristan arrogantly believes that he knows best somehow and Johnny is wrong.

Maybe he wishes he was an Anarch, or used to be one, and now has regrets about being a part of the machine that oppresses licks everywhere.

When that part of the debate didn't work, he switched gears and tried talking Traditions. Yeah, with a capital fuckin' 'T.' Johnny fuckin' knew better, damn well knew better and still tried to keep up the debate. Johnny knows the basics about the Traditions and sure as shit doesn't know'em well enough to have a goddamn debate about them.

Johnny walked into the trap knowingly and got stung. But then the asshole tries to say it wasn't some kind of a trap, that Anarchs and Cammunists are that different and can't we all just get along because we in the Tower know what's best for you!

It's that attitude. The whole, "Poor misguided Anarchs, if only you had more education during your Accounting, you would see the light and join the Camarilla." If only you poor Anarchs were smarter, you'd see the error of your ways.

Well fuck you Camarilla. We never talk about it, but don't ever fuckin' forget that our long-term goal is the Tower's destruction. And we won't rest until it's done.

True Love in Undeath

So this other Anarch out in Georgia has been talking about True Love. Might leave The Movement for True Love.

What.

The.

Fuck?

Johnny doesn’t think our cold dead hearts are capable of that emotion anymore. Come on, we’re undead killing machines in a lot of ways. Yeah, some of us are capable of passion, especially us Brujah, but Love?

How the hell would we even really know? There's that Blood Binding thing and from Johnny's been told, it sure as hell can feel a lot like love. But it's really just a mystical magical thing that enslaves someone and makes you think it's love. Then there's the other hoodoo voodoo shit that Brujah and Ventrue can do. You know, manipulate emotions and control their thoughts. Damn, Johnny can make a women in a bar cream their panties over Johnny with a bit of mystical mumbo jumbo, but she thinks it's all real, that looking at Johnny makes her hot and wet. But Johnny knows the truth, that Johnny is playing hoodoo voodoo with her head and that's what's making her twat hot.

So with all that, even if it's possible, how would we even know if it's love? Or True Love?

Johnny just doesn't think it's possible.

Gio's throw the worst parties

Okay, so Brer Bear wants Johnny to go with him and Perez to a party that the Giovanni are throwing out in their town, Promise, up in the mountains. Okay, it's a party, it'll be cool, right?

Nope.

First, it turns out it's technically thrown by some Settites, but Johnny didn't see a single Snake there. Next, the Giovannia are just fuckin' weird. Seriously weird. They are seem to be strangely inbred, but not. They all have an obvious fascination with money and the dead. And that seems to be about all they can talk about.

Then some KJ show up. Claiming to live in Long Beach. Claiming they didn't know Long Beach was Anarch turf. Then getting pissed when told to get the fuck out of Long Beach. Then getting really fuckin' pissed when told in Chinese to get the fuck out of Long Beach. Johnny wanted to just fuckin' kill'em right there, but it was an Elysium and Johnny didn't want to create bad blood with the weirdo Giovanni. So Johnny just left them alone.

Then it turns out that some human cultists screwed up and summoned all sorts of weird bug demons that looks right out of that movie, Starship Troopers. Weird shit. So Johnny is just shootin' the shit, drinkin' a beer, when there's this boom and this strange energy wave that spoiled the beer. It was the last one left damnit! So Johnny wandered off to find the explosion with Bear, Perez, Lauren, Pam, and that asshole fucktard Mateo to find what happened.

Turned out it was a demon. Seriously. A demon. No, really, Johnny ain't makin' this shit up. A real actual demon. Mateo, Perez and Bear went and grappled with this 20 foot tall winged demon. Johnny just started blasting away first with Johnny's nines then with Perez's M-16 (which is now Johnny's, yeah!). We killed the damn thing and the Gios say they are going to give us guns and incendiary bullets for taking care of their fuckin' problem.

But never ever go to a Giovanni party. They suck.

Stupid Cammies

So some dumbshit Cammie decided to wander down to Santa Ana for a little snack. Fucking stupid already, right? Well, he fucks up even further and gets caught sucking on someone's neck. So what does he do? Does he use the Ventrue powers of the mind to erase the guy's memory? Does he ghoul or blood bind the guy that walked in?

No. He decides it's best to embrace the guy.

Dumbshit. Seriously, how goddamn stupid do you have to be? He's a fuckin' Ventrue; ain't they normally embraced for qualities like intelligence, planning, money?

Then he shows up to the rant (Johnny couldn't be there) and picks a fight. Gets his ass kicked and staked. So now we're trying to figure out what to do with the shit stain. Do we ash him? Blood bind him? Just send him back north to the Cam?

Right now, we just hang onto him and leave his ass on ice. Johnny is really curious to see how Prince Early and the Cam react to this. Really want to see if they just write this fucktard off, or if they want to come to the table to talk about getting him back.

Why can't we all just get along?

What the hell is wrong with Johnny?

Is there a reason why other licks just don't like Johnny?

Johnny can't figure it out. Johnny must be popular enough to be put in as Baron. Johnny must be popular enough to have a gang (though Sharky has left and the Malks seem to have disappeared). So what the fuck is wrong with Johnny?

'Cause it seems that yet another Anarch gang hates Johnny Chang. Wouldn't just give away the whole of Santa Ana to this new gang, so now they are pissed. Yeah, seriously, they wanted exclusive feeding rights in the same very large city that Johnny is Baron of. Just figured it belonged to them already apparently.

What the fuck is this shit? It's been like two years Johnny has been Baron of Santa Ana and this is the first time Johnny heard of Los Reyes. And now they want total control of Santa Ana.

This is seriously fucked up and Johnny isn't really interested in fighting yet another front.

Let's see now...

The Kuei-jinn. They blew Johnny's H2 up. Seems like maybe the Korean flavor of KJ. But they still want Johnny dead.

The Sabbat. Always a fuckin' issue.

The Camarilla. Always a fuckin' issue, just not normally as deadly.

The Knights of Retribution. Want Johnny dead. Probably waiting for a public execution.

And now, Los Reyes. Bunch of cholos that somehow got embraced and now want something that Johnny was willing to share, but weren't willing to do that. No, they had to have the whole thing.

Goddamn it all to hell.