Gangster Computer God Worldwide Secret Containment Policy

It's easy to dismiss Francis E Dec (author of what you hear above) as simply a paranoid schizophrenic, as that was pretty clearly what he was.

Of course, other schizophrenics might possibly tune into his form of nuttiness and then agree that what he speaks is true.

But it occurs to me that there may be another possibility: What if the very degenerative brain disease from which he and all schizophrenics suffer also causes their brains to be immune to the controlling transmissions that so many of them say exist?

Umour -Superspies

@Superspies: Superspies From Outer Space, the jazzy new lounge music album from Umour is available on iTunes! Superspies on iTunes

Turn It Up Records

...in Brattleboro Vermont.

It's a great CD shop and they currently have copies of the Super Spies record. So if you are in or passing through Brattleboro, do drop by.

A Dose of Cute

This dose of cute brought to you by UMOUR.

Vacant Detroit Becomes a Dumping Ground for the Dead

Seems Detroit's becomming quite the Umourian laugh-factory these days.

No One Receiving

King's Lead Hat

Cat Chopper

He couldn't bare to part with his pet cat after it was hit by a car so he turned it into a helicopter.

The New Improved Umour site

The long awaited overhaul of our web page is finally complete, and the new site launch is scheduled for next week. We will be working on migrating most of our existing art, music, photography and literary content to the new site structure over the following weeks.

The basic concept is to make all the Umour content easier for us to upload, and easier for you to access. To do this, we have streamlined the home page menu, and employed some web based hosting services such as Tumblr, Photobucket, YouTube and Blogger to host our content, making it possible for any of the Umour Ritual Specialists to upload and post content at will. Readers will be able to subscribe to these posts through an RSS feed, or just by visiting the Umour home page and clicking on the link button for the type of content they are looking for.

Worry not, the original site is still active and will remain so until all it's contents have been migrated to the new format. The original site can be accessed by clicking the "ARCHIVES" button on the new home page.

Enjoy!

The Umour Ritual Specialists

Toilet Paper Magazine

Here's another:

UFO at the bottom of the Baltic

Superjock

Once again, UMOUR predicts the future

Back in 2007, the memorial day post was supposed to be darkly humorous, describing as it did a military ceremony wherein the bodies of countless dead soldiers were pushed into a landfill by bulldozers.

Little did we know, however, that it was actually happening. So once again, the strange cosmic energies tuned in and channeled by UMOUR have bitten off more of reality than any one man should have to swallow.

Interview with Lee Scratch Perry

VISIONS OF VISIONARIES WITH LEE "SCRATCH" PERRY from MADE Blog on Vimeo.

Hey, I understood him perfectly.
For the most part.

Constipation Blues

Sent, of course, by the father of Em.

An Umour Laboratory

SPEAK NO EVIL

On the Ocean Floor near Sweden

Bop Gun

Memorial Day, 2026

Plain and simply, we'd run out of space for the brave fallen. Fighting for freedom, America had filled all its cemeteries and then filled all the available space in the bad lands of Montana, the deserts of Arizona and New Mexico, and any other vast tracts of land that were affordable. The countless hundreds of millions of solider's graves filled those vast plains as an enormous testament to freedom, and the lengths to which we were willing to go.

So what was left? There were still plenty of countries that had benefited from US intervention that had plenty of empty space to bury the additional war dead. And when they weren't willing to share the burden we raised the banner of freedom once more and attacked: in Algeria, in Libya and in Morocco. As these oppressive nations fell, we had room for more, so we buried the brave fallen in vast tracts stretching to the edge of the Sahara.

But still, as our young soldiers sacrificed their lives to fight for our freedoms, we needed yet more room to give honor to the fallen by burying them properly. So we attacked again: We attacked Russia. We Attacked Australia. We attacked Tajikistan, Uzbekistan and several other 'Stans as well, to make room for the fallen defenders of freedom. The tombstones stretched from horizon to horizon.

China, of course, was unwilling to relinquish land for our fallen. Neither was France or Spain or Italy. The UK, arguably, had their own soldiers to worry about. So we sent in Patriot Machines. Patriot Machines bypassed the entire lengthy process of capturing and reeducating enemy soldiers and converting them to the cause of freedom. Patriot machines looked to some kind of  like vast, mile-long steamrollers, and we sent them into France and Germany, mowing down enemy soldiers and, as their bodies rounded the roller, they were placed into simple unfolding caskets and placed into the ground behind the steamroller. A secondary roller placed a tombstone commemorating the newly harvested-and-then-fallen soldier for freedom. Where the Patriot Machines went in, vast tracts of earth were converted behind them into cemeteries of the fallen fighters for freedom.

So now, what was left?

What was left was the moon. What was left was Mars. What was left was Venus.

But the problem was, first of all, the cost. And second of all, we didn't have enough dead to justify the cost.

But that issue was solved fairly quickly.