Who loves a good riddle? I couldn’t help but have a go deciphering this cryptic message from possibly the most recognised madman in modern history.

So, it seems Charles Manson has finally grown tired of that little boy, Brian Warner (aka Marilyn Manson), running around like a big silly, using the Lord’s name in vain. Above is the postcard he recently sent to Brian-er, Marilyn, from his cell in California State:

To Marilyn Manson,
It’s taken me a long time to get there from where I could touch M. Manson. Now I got a card to play – you may look into my non-profit, ATWA*, and give Manson what you think he’s got coming for Air, Trees, Water, and you. Or I will pay Manson what you think Manson got coming – the music has make Manson into Abraxas** Devil, and I’m SURE you would want some of what I got from what I got. It’s a far out balance.
 Beyond good and bad, right, wrong. What you don’t do is what I will do – what you did a sing-along, and let it roll and said how you saved me a lot of steps – I don’t need, it’s not a need or a want. Couped – coup***. Ghost dancers slay together and you’re just in my grave Sunstroker Corona-coronas-coronae ****– you seen me from under with it all standing on me. That’s 2 dump trucks – doing the same as CMF 000007*****.
Charles Manson.

*ATWA is Manson’s non profit environmental organisation.
**Abraxas largely means: supreme being, all powerful, the destroyer.
***Means to erase/sever/cut off
****A corona is a planetary crater.
*****CMF could stand for California Medical Facility or CMF 07 is a type of metal resistor used in circuits (possible electric chair reference?). Personally, I think it’s a mock of his own prisoner number, as if he’s referring to himself and highlighting the fact he’s done hard time.

And here’s my interpretation, in the Queen’s English (not too fluent in this particular dialect of Psycho, but I’ll give it a stab):

Dear Mr M. Manson,
It has taken me a long time to acquire the privilege from this fine instution, to be able to write you. However, now I have a postcard in my winning hand and I’m calling your bluff Sir. I strongly recommend you look into my non-profit organisation ATWA. For all the notoriety you feel you have had through the use of my name, I think you should contribute to ATWA in equal measure. Do it for Earth and our future as a planet, that includes you. If you don’t, I will pay you what I feel you deserve, which won’t be a nice cheque. You see, your music has made me a legendary figure of power and evil and I’m certain you would love to have the same level of fame as I. Good luck.  I created my legacy and you have merely enhanced it. Beyond ethics, I will never do what you do. You have made music under my name making millions of dollars. Although you have saved me the tiresome effort of gaining mainstream recognition in the younger generations, I neither need nor want it. I’m done with it all. Memories and stories of me will linger on, whereas you are just standing in my shadow. You stand below me, but there’s only room for one of us in my grave. You think you have served the same sentence as I? You think we are the same? 
The One & Only Charles Manson.

Keeping in mind the self-righteousness of egotistical C.Manson, I think the note was entirely patronising but still vague enough to be threatening. Young Brian renamed himself, combining the names of two of the most famous people in America, the other being Marilyn Monroe. Surely this illustrates what his agenda was from the start. A fame hungry attention-seeker with no artistic insight, trying to constantly remain under scope with shallow controversy.

When I read that Manson had wrote him, I assumed it would be a friendly letter narcissist-to-narcissist and that I could safely be disgusted in how two shock-mongering cult figures could lick each other’s arses for the promotion of a record (ever-suspicious of the media, I read he does in fact have a new album..) and maybe some kind of prison treat for Charlie. But how hurt would Marilyn be, and how joyful am I, upon reading that his namesake demand he pay royalties to a hippy charity, or else? That’s a few less half-arsed, half-pained recording sessions and a whole lot less exploitatively accessorised  photo ops.

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Studying Charles Manson for Uni, left me thinking that he was simply The Great Pretender; A lot of seemingly knowledgeable talk, a lot of drugs, a lot of charm, a lot of self adoration and actually believing his own bollocks, gave him the tongue to persuade his Family to commit the things they did. As opposed, all that Manson II has, is aesthetics which sadly, go a long way in our society nowadays. Thus persuading his fans into an illusion of innovation and originality. His music, I find to be painfully unimaginative and his whole persona forcefully stylised.

I can’t help but assume that Manson is annoyed and torn up at the fact someone else has made it as a successful musician, as he once dreamed for himself, using his legacy for advertising purposes. Manson was always going to be famous, he just failed at the conventional method. Maybe they’re not so different; two little boys tugging at Mother Media’s apron, both grown up to be two little deludes. With Marilyn’s only recorded kill being the manslaughter of Tainted Love (and maybe some assisted suicide charges, since his voice has that ‘unbearable’ kind of quality to it) and Charlie’s squeaky clean hands, there isn’t much reasonable doubt of their half-hearted pursuit of infamy.

My new thing, is that I must always end on a feel-good note. But how does one positively sum up correspondence between two of the most horrible people on the planet? Whether this letter is a ploy by the record company (most likely), a bitter convict’s last shout at dignity, or just a journalistic mind-fuck, ultimately Mother Earth is reaping the benefits, if indeed ATWA get their media sponsorship…

So, there we have it: Charles Manson saving the planet, one poser at a time.