THE HAUNTED frontman Peter Dolving has posted the following message on his MySpace page:"Reality is beautiful like this; Instant feedback. "My lack of humility, and my self-obsessed bullshit exposes itself at an instant. Illuminating my bloated ego, as I sometimes step on others like a fucking sea lion rolling over its own pups. In my little man-brain the ticking of a clockwork that limps severely. I see beautiful strong women with the courage to go out to concerts where another asshole, that this time happens to be me, is being all 'rock' on stage. So what do I do? "My twisted little chauvinist program clicks another couple of notches and BAM! Suddenly I'm Torquemada, head of the inquisition! Self-important super-judge asshole. Like Cardinal Rollo, with Esmeraldas swingin hips burning his little cuckoos nest? Honestly, who do I think I am? Oh yeah, for a couple of minutes there I swear I was him — The God Of Rock... Like these women give a shit about me!? In a whole room full of clean fairly cool dudes, they're going to pick up the guy who stinks from six weeks straight of touring with only occasional showers, looks and acts insane, sweats like he's had a bucket of human stink poured over him and spits as he screams for over an hour? "Right... The best part of being a self-obsessed prick is it gives me motivation to write stuff. I wrote about it that night too. Now, the very girl who inspired me to write about how I feel like eating hot chick soul rather than fuck, she wrote me back five days later. "Yep. "This pretty much sums up what she said: 'Who the fuck are you to judge me? You self-important son of a bitch. I dance any way I like, and if you can't deal with your own fans — fuck you! I happen love your music, and you think I'm some slut trying to bounce my sexuality off you? Those words hurt, dude!' "She is absolutely right. So this is my apology to her. I moronically stepped in into an age-old male thought construction, kinda like, 'Oh poor me, Shiva Muscle Man of Self Pity... Can't take the heat? Well, let's blame someone else for my misery!' "To that girl in Switzerland: You have the right to dance any fucking way you like, and how I react is my own responsibility. I responded like a fucking dumb-ass witch-hunter with my balls in a vice. Typical male bullshit. I'm sorry, sincerely. Also, thanks for writing me and telling me off. I'd probably still be all riding that little pony of self-righteousness thinking like an absolute jerk if you hadn't."
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