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“If they say why, why, tell them that is human nature… that they do it that way.”

Indeed, Mr. Jackson, indeed.

The human nature of the most violent and degenerated species on this planet – humans – is such that their primitive minds are set on personal gain, and when they see an oportunity to get it by exploiting someone who’s got more than them, they’ll do it without a single brainfart of morals. Being run by people, the media can be just like that, but on a different level. The media feeds on readers, readers are humans, humans have the above mentioned mentality. Celebrities attract readers (more than 50% of the world population’s IQ obviously doesn’t reach further), readers produce sales, the media have “personal” gain. So when a celebrity like Michael Jackson is at hand, it is only natural for them, the first and the latter, to pick at it until their “food” is gone. The brainless idiots at trash papers are jerking off to private lives of celebrities and the more negativity they can find, the greater the pleasure. In conjunction with proverbially morally degenerated executives at high places of companies, and the increasingly primitive general population, they can be a murder weapon.

The more and more rotten human mind allows us to take what’s good in someone and turn it against them. And the media picks it up immediatelly to fire their canons from the other side. Companies then decide for ridiculous lawsuits, just because they can. And soon you’re defeated, but the assaults don’t stop. They just love kicking you when you’re down. Well, what did you expect from such scum. And by all means, don’t ever find anything on the celebrity that would speak for them not against them. That’s just not the content these so-called media are after.

When it comes to Michael Jackson, all of it came together to destroy him, and nothing anyone said could make them break away from their negative reporting. I guess the shits in the editors offices continuously need to release some of their frustrations, and they found themselves a perfect channel for it. See, if you’re miserable and your life sucks, why don’t you leave other people alone? You’re probably happy now that a person that was so much more than you is dead, ha? Noooo, you’re not. Because he still has good reputation. And you fuckers don’t (bytheway, you never will). You were probably congratulating yourself when you saw him walking towards the court with the help of two people, in his pijamas and slippers. You probably loved it when he went bancrupt, but especially when he was mentally down.

A long time ago, a little boy with a morally degenerated father gave the media the opportunity of a lifetime to destroy a big name in the music industry. Because Jackson was a bit weird when it comes to caring for other people, weird for the usual self-centered human, but in fact just someone who loved and cared more. He was rich and famous, so human nature had the perfect motive to turn this odd characteristic of his against him. So in an instant, Michael Jackson was turned into a pedofile, the label he carried to the rest of his life, because narrow minded, hatred-filled people, always want to make people that are better off as their enemies. They just need something to hate them for. And the same people are so narrow minded and negative that they are capable of negative interpretations of just about any gesture, way of life, thinking, philosophy etc. I am not defending Jackson here, because we don’t know the entire truth, but I am commenting on human reactions, the prejudice and most of all on the media’s war against him. The same war that created a myth that this is the guy who’s trying to change himself into someone else by tons of cosmetic surgeries. One of their biggest successes was the story of having his skin turned white. Congratulations, reputation going down, public belief going up. But the truth is he had a skin disease. Right up your alley, ha, assholes?

As if it’s not enough for just about anybody to try and rob him of his money. Including the family of a boy he allegedly abused. Oh, yes, and of course, according to the “media” (quotations because I don’t consider such scumbags media), he slept in the same bed as his child guests. OK, so let’s see how no second thoughts were applied, no doubt, all prejudice and profit-ridden. First of all, what’s so sick in sharing a bed? And think about when sleeping became synonimous with abuse. As far as I know, when I’m sleeping, I’m out. And trying to interpret all of it in their way, does that mean that a a great number of dog lovers (oh, and yes, we could intepret ‘lovers’ in a very sick way, yap) abuse their pets, because they sleep in the same bed? Funny, how you can look at everything through a different looking glass, if you want to. But nobody cared to at least doubt. Their story had to be straight. And they had to drive it till the end.

When he died, medicated, but planning a come-back, suddenly the other voices came through. The truth somehow leaked, because some of the media did decide to have a bit of conscience. But most “media” didn’t want to pick it up. We now know about his skin condition, but the “media” didn’t report on that. The boy admitted to have lied about the abuse that brought to a downfall of an icon, but the “media” just mentioned it, some “media”, not many. Others continue their story. Even when his autopsy was being made, they reported on him being like a skeleton, pierced with needle marks etc., when in fact he was healthy. But ooooh, no, that doesn’t fit the image you bastards have chosen for him, does it? And regardless of the truth, why not just leave him alone finally?!?!

He left a lot behind. Companies and individuals filed stupid lawsuits through gaps in the laws and contracts to strip him of some millions. Now that he’s gone, they came running with even bigger bags. And many more came running. His reputation is in danger of becoming positive, through all the truths we’ve learned. The truths you stupid media have witheld from us. And you’re in danger of being blamed to have lied all a long, so you’re reputation is under attack. Now you want to divert everything from your previous lies to report negativities on his legacy. If you assholes dealt with your families as much as you do with Jackson’s, your children wouldn’t take up drugs, go into gangs, have sex at 13, drove drunk and massacre their schools. You really should have someone turn the mirror on you, you know. Because THAT would be a sick story.

Final words to the trash papers and all such “media”: Just face it already – you’ll never be as great as him. But I understand, you know that, which is why you have to keep convincing yourself: “Great as him? Wouldn’t wanna be. He was a sick pervert.” You know who the real sick pervert is? YOU.

But you also did something he never would. You killed a person. Michael Jackson.

From Napoleon to Napoleon

It’s been two months since my last post. A lot has been happening. Nothing people would care about. But perhaps it’s time to sum up a bit, yes, I agree. Just to keep this blog alive. Most notable and eligible for this blog are just about three things that happened since August.

Napoleon’s Battle at Razdrto

Is that the worst war photographer ever or what? Missing the action behind him...

And it all comes down to Napoleon again.

Today, Napoleon visited Kranj’s underground tunnels.

Oh, and, no… The third thing isn’t worth mentioning either. :D

No More Dax

Yes, this is a part of my general break down that hopefully leads into reform instead of a grave. Trying to brainstorm a way out of idle running and moving forward is not just something I need to do personally, but professionally as well. In fact, as a freelancer in today’s crisis of photojournalism I’ve been doing that all along. And I guess it’s out of bad habit that both these things have one thing in common – hesitation. The first simply because the things that have been pushed back for so long were pushed back for a very good reason and going there could prove pretty destructive. (Maybe one day I’ll explain) Professionally, it’s difficult to see any purpose to keep playing when the ship is sinking. This isn’t a DiCaprio movie, there’s no Oscar at the end. But I’m not that smart. I don’t just move out. I don’t quit something I’ve worked my whole life for. I intensify it. Reform.

And that’s how the new Dax Photo website is being developed. Finally, a new logo is in place, but still on the old “flashy” website unfriendly to browsers. The new site (comind soon I guess) will cut back on flash and go for effectiveness in metadata, keywords etc. And since the new Dax Photo will no longer be my site, but a platform of three photographers displaying and offering their work, another important change has taken place. There is no more Dax. The personal POV feature story on me is now offline and will never return. (Funny, how I have the feeling it’s just another prophetic move I did…). Another very important (and quite popular to some) story will also be taken off soon. Sorry guys :D

Yes, it's the Valdoltra story that's saying goodbye as well.

So I decided to publish the personal feature one last time here, and then move it to Who’s Dax eventually… I don’t feel like explaining it much, but some of it must be explained. The above photo for example is probably everything I am inside. Really. Underneath it all. Unblocked. No running away. No pushing back. The sea, the beach, a special beach and a special town, and an important hospital in the background. Feels like yesterday. :) Still.

Long story short: I spent 14 years in and out of hospitals, mostly Valdoltra. Polio and its aftermath.

Long story short: I spent 14 years in and out of hospitals, mostly Valdoltra. Polio and it's aftermath.

First things first. Television. I used to watch it just short of my eyes shaping into a square. Learned the tricks, got ideas ...

And fishing since I can remember. It also lead me to start photographing and writing about competitions etc.

And fishing since I can remember. It also lead me to start photographing and writing about fishing competitions etc. That lead to bigger stuff.

But somewhere in between I started writing screenplays, co-founded the Majestic 5 creative team, and kicked off a creative business thats still running strong.

But somewhere in between I started writing screenplays, co-founded the Majestic 5 creative team, and kicked off a creative business that's still running strong.

Soon, photography turned serious. Just slipped into a profession, I dont even know when. Well, I guess all addictions work like that.

Soon, photography turned serious. Just slipped into a profession, I don't even know when. Well, I guess all addictions work like that.

Not that my goal was National Geographic Magazine (I knew better), but I did approach every story in the Magazines manner. As comlete, in-depth coverage of several aspects.

Not that my goal was National Geographic Magazine (I knew I had a long way to go), but I did approach every story in the Magazine's manner. As complete, in-depth coverage of several aspects of the story.

Somewhere around the time photography got serious, I slowed down on writing novels. My last (way too long) text was my faculty diploma.

Somewhere around the time photography got serious, I slowed down on writing novels. My last (way too long) text was my faculty diploma.

Im odd and thats what my diplomas were, too. The one at English studies was the comparison of lives and short stories of E. A. Poe and Stephen King. :)

I'm odd and that's what my diplomas were, too. The one at English studies was the comparison of lives and short stories of E. A. Poe and Stephen King. :)

I wrote only a few short stories myself, none of them were horror, one was a prophecy (:)) well, its turning out to be). Theyre marked Top Secret in the family vault :)) I turned to producing photographic stories instead, while putting aside the last and best novel that obviously has no future in our country. Left it somewhere in the middle. :) Photographic stories are a bigger challange. To say what you need to say in a frame or a series of frames is a lot harder than saying it in a few thousand words.

I wrote only a few short stories myself, none of them were horror, one was a prophecy (:)) well, it's turning out to be). They're marked Top Secret in the "family vault" :) ) I turned to producing photographic stories instead, and put aside the last and best novel that obviously has no future in our country. Left it somewhere in the middle. :) Photographic stories are a bigger challange. To say what you need to say in a frame or a series of frames is a lot harder than saying it in a few thousand words.

And that’s the whole thing. Over and out.

The Spectaculum

For three days in July the Austrian medieval town of Friesach returns to the Middle Ages. Window shops are covered, electricity turned off. The town centre is closed for traffic. Knights, tradesmen, buffoons, chesters, medieval dances and music, fire breathers, even witches (I guess they’ve yet to fall from grace). Set against a backdrop of numerous castles on the hills above the town, Spectaculum in Friesach is one of the biggest medieval events in Europe and I kept hearing about it for two years as I was covering medieval events in Slovenia. So I finally found time to go and see it. What a sight. Especially in the evening, when fires and torches lit the town.

People of all sorts walked the streets of Friesach. From those you might soon see on the stakes to the ones probably burning them.

People of all sorts walked the streets of Friesach. From those you might soon see on the stakes to the ones probably burning them.

The weather nicely tuned into the atmosphere...

The weather nicely tuned in to the atmosphere...

The labyrinth mouse race. All fair and square, but two of them gave up and the third cheated by climbing over walls.

The labyrinth mouse race. All fair and square, but two of them gave up and the third cheated by climbing over walls.

Best seats in town are made of hay.

Best seats in town are made of hay.

When costumed visitors have a free entrance, all nations Centuries past rushed in. The Ottomans were there as well. The Scotts ...

When costumed visitors have a free entrance, all nations Centuries past rushed in. The Ottomans were there as well. The Scotts ...

If this was used today, women would probably have fewer weight issues.

If this was used today, women would probably have fewer weight issues.

Ab Inferis with their Medieval pipes and drums.

Ab Inferis with their Medieval pipes and drums.

When it got dark, fires sprung up. Processions continued into the dark...

When it got dark, fires sprung up. Processions continued into the dark...

The awesome music from Ab Inferis lit up by an amazing fire breather.

The awesome music from Ab Inferis lit up by an amazing fire breather.

Looks tasty.

Looks tasty.

Much has been said already about her. The acoustic concert was quite intimately set in a small outdoor venue, and her opening Emperor’s New Clothes pretty much introduced her barefooted and wearing a T-shirt with the word “Sinner” written on it. Goes well with her provocative nature, but the world should have more of such voices. Political and melodic. Sinead is most know for her Nothing Compares 2U, I knew her by that song as well, but listening to the lyrics of all the other songs, I was quite impressed. Amazing voice, too. Here’s a few photos.

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