I’ll tell you two stories about myself.
One night a very long time ago I was in bed with my girlfriend. As we liked to do, I tied her hands behind her back; but this time she told me I'd tied the knot a little to tight and it was hurting her wrist.
I was impotent for the rest of the night.
To me this sort of stuff is a joke, a game. It's funny. The thought of a real person actually being hurt is completely unbearable to me.
A couple of years later I was in a theater watching The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. (the original) There's a scene where the woman who winds up surviving has been captured by the cannibals. She's tied up in a sack and put in the seat of a pickup to be driven to meet her doom, and the driver has some crazy fun by giggling hysterically and beating on the sack. The scene is funny - everyone in the theater is laughing. Suddenly, we all realized what we were laughing about, and the entire crowd went silent - like flipping a switch. We all saw a little black pit in our souls; we all saw what that meant for us. It was a remarkably powerful scene.
That's what I'm trying to recreate. The Duke of Hell is there in each of us - you wouldn't be here if it wasn't - the important thing is to realize that he is not us, that he does not define us. We must transform him into a pleasure, a safety valve, a joke.
With all the hatred and demagoguery masquerading as morality - again - you don't need to go to hell to see evil. I did not need an especially powerful or especially satanic imagination to create my Hell. I see evil every day. My Hell comes directly out of my life.
When asked why, with all their wealth and power, they bothered with being slavers, (In Meet The Monsters 2) The Suits replied, "That's what wealth and power is for."
I've lived with this type of evil. The people I work for are like the suits. When I first started most of the people I worked with were well educated caucasian americans, today almost all of the people I work with are immigrants. This didn't happen because the immigrants are better workers, or because they're willing to work for less pay, or even because our bosses are racists. It happened because my employers correctly assumed that our customers were racists - that our costomers would allow them to abuse immigrant workers more than american born workers. It has nothing to do with the bottom line; they have all the money they want, they just plain get off mistreating people.
People like The Captain and The Freelancer are common also. I see them every day; they are polititians, newspaper reporters. They may be mere mortals, they don't have the power of The Suits or The Vampire, but they support evil, they profit from evil, they're every bit as evil.
And then there are the Zombies and the Fishfaces. Mindless pawns, doing what they're told, mimicing their masters. They do evil, they support evil, because they want to be wealthy and powerful and don't care how much harm they do - even to themselves. The real world is full of them.
The Space Dudes - not so much evil as totally selfish. They just want to have fun, and they don't think about - don't care about - the consequences. The world is full of them too.
But look at how Olivia treats the Fishfaces in the end of Fun at the Beach. Look at what happens to the wicked stepmother in Night in the Unlife, or the evil developer in More Fun at the Beach.
This is essential for me - the real monsters have nothing but contempt for their flunkies. Heed my words flunkies everywhere - your masters don't care about you. They don't like you. They will cut you loose the second they feel like it. You are nothing.
Of course I'm here to be sexy and entertaining, but I also want, and try very hard, to be funny and thoughtful as well. You didn't come here to listen to my pontificating, but if I was nothing but pictures of naked women and monsters the only question would be which of us would be bored to death first.
Enjoy.