Brujah and those other licks

They say that the Brujah basically fall into three camps. Iconoclast, Individualist and Idealist. Johnny calls bullshit.

It’s just not that fucking simple. In some ways, Johnny fits into all three, which some might say means Johnny is an Individualist, but that doesn’t seem quite right either.

See, the iconoclasts are pissed off and want to tear down the system. Why the fuck else be an Anarch if you don’t want to tear down or at least change the system? The Idealists see some sort of glory in the past and it’s all about brotherhood. Yeah, well, there’s plenty of Camarilla Brujah brothers Johnny would happily let get ashed. And the Individualists who seem to be only for themselves.

At least that’s how it seems to Johnny. The whole point of being an Anarch is to tear down the Camarilla system. The tyrants of the Sabbat too. And that should be by all means necessary, from buying politicians to firebombing the Prince’s haven. But we should all stand together, at least as Anarch brothers, despite our many differences. And we should work together to build a better, more lasting society. That’s a big part of the reason behind the Architects of Freedom. And Johnny don’t feel it’s really Johnny’s place to tell his Anarch brothers and sisters what to do; come to Johnny with a problem and Johnny’ll be like Solomon. Keep your nose clean and there’s no reason for Johnny to issue anything even vaguely like an order.

Maybe that’s what it comes down to. Even though Johnny is now communicating with Brujah across the country, Johnny just feels it’s more important to be an Anarch than to be Brujah. Johnny wasn’t given a choice to be Brujah, it just happened that way. Fuck, like Johnny ever wanted to be a goddamn vampire in the first place. Johnny didn’t choose any of that. But Johnny did choose to be Anarch. Johnny did choose to put everything at risk for The Movement.

And so ultimately, the bonds of Anarch brotherhood trump the hoodoo voodoo bonds of the blood of Brujah for this particular lick.

Maybe that’s why Johnny deliberately built the Architects with Malkavians and Ventrue. Would have been happy with a Gangrel or one of those Nosferatu even. Ain’t seen too many of those around the OC. Some of ‘em seem more trustworthy to Johnny. And for them, it seems like The Movement is more important than blood to them too.

Simon, our Ventrue, just might be our secret weapon if we can keep Sharky from killing him. Those fuckers are just too good with all that business and politics shit. Can’t fight for fuck, but shit, you need a loan or to get the local councilman recalled, the suits are the way to go man.

The Malks are fuckin’ weird. But there’s something about them that keeps Johnny wondering if they don’t know something that the rest of us don’t. Gotta keep the Anarch Malks on Johnny’s side as best as possible, just in case they do know something. Pretty good at spying too when they wanna be.

Barclay seems to be an okay Gangrel. At least he doesn’t go around sniffing our asses and lifting his leg and shit like a few of them seem to do around here. Or is so goddamn territorial like some damn junkyard dog that wasn’t told the junkyard was sold and being turned into a mini-mall. Not that he’s in the gang, but he is friendly to us it seems. Kinda confusing though.

No fucking Toreador!!! Goddamn faggots. Pouting and preening and posing. Fuckin’ hate them.

Don’t know enough about the rest of ‘em, like the Tremere and the Nosferatu. Or the Lasombra or those Zimishe or whatever they are called. Those last two are goddamn shovelheads.

Huh. Went from Brujah philosophy to talking about clans. Weird.

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!

Journal #13, November 16, 2007

That selfish little pricklet Range has served at least one purpose in his miserable unlife. And that's the really drive home the point between Anarchs and God Damn Independents.

To be a part of the Movement, you have to be willing to be a part of something bigger than you. You have to be willing to sacrifice at least a little bit of yourself for the greater good, for the good of the Movement. And Range ain't willing to do that. Says that the necessity of sacrifice for the cause is actually oppression. WTF? That's just stupid. And more to the point, it's extremely selfish. Range isn't an Anarch, he's an anarchist. He's a GDI and he ain't a part of the Anarch Movement.

See, now Owl is a grumpy fucker that really only cares about violently tearing down the Monarchy. MalkieMaggie is a weird little bitch that thinks that setting a better example is more important than ripping some cammunists head off. But they both have the Movement in mind, they both have shown that they are willing to work and sacrifice for the Movement.

Does the sacrifice need to be major? Like life and death? Nah. But it's gotta be enough to make it worth it. To make it actually count.

Seriously, any Anarch that would sell out a brother or sister for a debt, especially if it's a cash debt, is nothing more than a traitor. And traitors deserve nothing but a long walk on a sunny street.

At the least, Range is a GDI and not really an Anarch. At worst he's a fucking traitor to the Movement. At least Johnny has a better idea of who's really down and who's not.

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.

Journal #12, November 5, 2007

Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to war we go...

Goddamn it. Okay, so the riceferatu have been a thorn in the OC's side for, like, a year now. We tried a treaty, but that got bogged down by old fuddy-duddies (how the fuck is that spelled anyway?) and went nowhere. Negotiations went nowhere. Skirmishes and sniping didn't really accomplish much either. Outright bullshit just seemd to annoy them. So now they've decided that as of December, it's time for war.

And they've decided that Westminster and Garden Grove aren't enough, no. They need Irvine too. At least that'll make sure the Gangrel get involved for a change.

It's gone too far. Johnny didn't really want war, tried to avoid war, tried to gather the OC Anarchs together, but we were too splintered, too selfish and now it may come to haunt us. Now it's being brought to us, and now we have to do something about it.

It's actually kind of a relief because of that. Now Mr. Black and Remus and even the Gangrel will have to come to together and get something done, or it's yet more turf lost to the keui-jinn.

It's a good thing Johnny found that national Brujah list...some of the fuckwit Cam brothers and sisters might actually be able to prove their worth and lend some kind of a hand in the fight.

This just isn't the fight Johnny wanted.

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.

Teaching Presence Hurts Too

What in the hell was that all about?

Okay, so in return for teaching Johnny how to be tougher, Johnny had to teach Joe Barclay about how to, you know, make people notice you and make people realize just how cool you are. Except it doesn’t really work that way with Barclay…

Right, so it was off to hit the bars with Barclay. Has there ever been a worse wingman? Other than sad, weepy, emo-nerds that is. Fucker looks like death-warmed over, won’t take off those sunglasses and knit-cap and socially is more like a rabid bull in a fine china shop. Johnny got banned, fucking banned from the Hurricane in H.B. because Barclay decided to pick a fight with the bartender *and* the bouncer. At the same time. All because of a girl or a drink. Or a girl and a drink. Johnny isn’t sure and Barclay wouldn’t say. Damn it.

Johnny even tried to teach Barclay the “Mystery” pick-artist shit in case maybe Barclay’s mind works that way. Told ‘im it was bullshit, which it ain’t, but if you ain’t got the hoodoo voodoo in your cock like Johnny does, it does work.

So anyway, the first night we head to Sharkeez. Hot hangout for college kids and those just out of college, working their first jobs. Great place to meet young impressionable chicks that are easily manipulated out of their panties with a few drinks and some flash of big cash. Dude, Barclay struck out harder than Casey at the bat. So Johnny shows him how it’s done. Cute little blonde with graduation present tits that she could rest her own chin on. A few giggles from her, some Bacardi mojitos for her, next thing you know, Johnny is banging her in the bathroom while some fuckwad frat boy is banging on the door. Might have been her boyfriend or something, maybe. Gave her the Kiss at the right moment and wow, she nearly killed herself, went stiff as Johnny’s cock then totally, totally limp. Very nearly cracked her skull open on the toilet.

Anyway, broke the boyfriend’s nose and convinced the bouncer it was all good in the hood and so the dude was kicked out, Johnny stayed. You’d think with that kind of big-boobed motivation Barclay might come out of his shell a bit. Nah. Kept spooking the coeds, so Johnny figured it was time to bail out before Johnny’s rep took too big a hit, you know?

Next night was the Yardhouse. Older crowd, drinking microbrews and cocktails ‘cause unlike the Sharkeez crowd, they actually have their own money from their real jobs. Set Barclay up good a few times. And nothing. He just didn’t get it. He was so stuck in his furry Gangrel mind he just didn’t get the idea of being The Man. Of just being able to attract someone with a confident aura, no cheap Mystery tricks like I.O.I.s or kenos or sets or anything, just pure raw sexuality. Or charisma. Or power.

It took a few more nights. A few more bar fights. Yeah, like the one that got us both banned from Hurricane’s. For at least the next year, that’s one bar Johnny isn’t allowed to go into, all because Barclay got into a fight and Johnny stepped into it. Well, actually, Johnny is pretty sure he could, you know, sweet talk his way into the joint, but there’s plenty of other places to go. It’s just aggravating, you know?

Finally at The Ship in Santa Ana he finally got it, just when Johnny was about to give up for a week or three. He went up to some cougar at the bar, some chick from England with enough money to buy off her wrinkles and starts talking to her. And somehow Barclay just seemed to exude raw animal sexuality, which makes sense given his clan. And she went from just tolerating this weird dude that looked like a mountain man survivalist strung out on heroin to taking him to the back parking lot and her SUV. Barclay said it was an SUV anyway when he came back. She looked tore up. The bartender asked if she was okay and she just smiled. You know that smile, the one you give when you just got your brains fucked out? Yeah, that one. The bartender just gave Barclay a look and shrugged.

So yeah, when Barclay sat back down at the table, he slid a pink Victoria’s Secret thong across the table. Number one, it was fuckin’ soaked. Number two, it had the chick’s phone number on it. He asked if he passed. Johnny just smiled and said “Oh yeah!”

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...