Stuff Boneheads Like: Crappy Tattoos

Glenn Bahr improving his body

Before we get to the real purpose of this article, we’d like to point out that if there’s one thing that boneheads the world over love doing (aside from drugs, listening to bad music, committing crimes and having deviant sex with minors), it’s permanently defacing their bodies with hideous tattoos.

Those familiar with bonehead ink know that it typically ranges from themes that are racist and/or violent, to pieces that look like they were drawn on with a Sharpie and were probably done in prison or someone’s basement, to textbook examples of cultural appropriation (vikings!), to tattoos that are merely catastrophically stupid. Often, the “artwork” is placed on prominent areas of the body, guaranteeing its host a lifetime of chronic unemployment, difficulty in attracting mentally stable mates and easier identification when being charged with crimes. There are the classics, like swastikas, SS bolts, Totenkopfs and other Nazi imagery, runes, celtic crosses, spider webs, “14/88,” “ACAB,” the “Crucified Skinhead” image stolen from real, traditional skinheads, giant flames, and so on and so forth.  On occasion boneheads will try to get more creative and mix it up a bit, resulting in tattoos that range from creepily specific:

to grossly inaccurate…

 self-inflicted…

part of a friendship pact…

(Ooh, matchy-matchy!)

or just plain fabulous:

(And yes, we understand that this one was meant to be tongue-in-cheek – pun intended – though we still can’t quite fathom why anyone would want to have an ironic “white power” tattoo on their buttocks.)

And then there are those boneheads who want to pay tribute to important people in their lives…

like Emo Hitler,

or Rudolph Hess,

who we don’t think would appreciate being so close to that dude’s nipple, but what do we know?

And some boneheads decide to go all out and turn themselves into perpetual Halloween costumes, assuming that “Racist Freak” is a Halloween costume.  (We’re pretty sure it’s what Kevin Goudreau went as this year.)

And we don’t think it’ll be too long before more of our own, homegrown Canadian boneheads are able to fit comfortably into the latter category.

Which brings us to the real reason for this article.  Because as popular as it may be for boneheads to turn themselves into walking billboards for hate and stupidity, doing so can be somewhat difficult if one wants to go to a reputable artist, and especially if one is not a seasoned veteran of the “movement” with knowledge of WN-owned or WN-friendly shops. And while we do know of tattoo shop owners and independent artists who are indeed boneheads and will gladly do that kind of work, most mainstream tattoo shops will be a little put off if you walk in and ask them to etch this onto your skin:

Moreover, they may just tell you to get the fuck out of their shop and never show your face there again, and then how are you supposed to get your crazy racist genocide tattoo? 

Enter Stomfront user “lolaspit,” a professional tattoo artist in the GTA, and an apparently benevolent bonehead who claims to be volunteering to do WP tattoos for free, as a way to serve the community and help white nationalist groups raise money: 

We had noticed his post on Stormfront a little while back, and we weren’t the only ones, as a reader also sent in a tip. Now, granted, lolaspit didn’t receive the thanks and warm reception that perhaps he was expecting, and the one person who replied seemed more than a tad suspicious (by the way, how’s that paranoia and distrust of newbies working for your recruitment numbers, guys?). But we were curious, so we checked him out, and after doing some digging (not much, we might add), what we found turned out to be sort of interesting.

So who is lolaspit? He’s Charles A. Mason, aka “Chuckster,” who used to own a Mississauga shop, Moonshin Tattoos, that was the subject of a $20 million class action lawsuit in 2009, along with Peel Regional Health, for inadequate recording of sterilization procedures and potentially exposing patrons to HIV, Hepatitis B and Hepatitis C.

At least one man claims he got Hepatitis B from a tattoo he received at the shop, though it was never proven that he contracted it that way, and the suit was eventually settled out of court by Peel Regional.  Chuckster now works at a shop called Dawn of Evel with the other person at Moonshin who was named in the lawsuit. Aside from giving away white pride tats, his other bonehead-related activities on Stormfront and elsewhere include trying to set up white power poker, trying to make music videos for white power bands, and one bizarre Youtube video that seems to be propositioning Paul Fromm to partner with him on some kind of ambiguous venture.

Where it gets weirder is that it also appears that Chuckster lived in Asia for a number of years, is trained as an ESL teacher, and until recently, was married to a non-white woman with whom he has a child/step-child. We mention this only because it seems more than a little sick to be offering help to the same movement that advocates discrimination and even violence against people who look like his family members. And it wouldn’t surprise us if Chuckster, more than being invested in helping the WP cause, is perhaps a little hard up and trying to build a clientele where he thinks there’s a demand and other artists won’t do it.  In fact, in 2009 he tried to drum up some business on Stormfront by recommending a non-racist “business associate” (obviously himself) that would do racist tattoos in the spirit of free expression:

Regardless, soliciting this kind of work is pretty damn low, and while we’re obviously no fans of boneheads, we also think anyone who cares about their health and is considering taking Chuckster up on his “generous” offer might be interested in his previous sterilization practices and legal troubles.

And for the young boneheads out there (because we know you guys read this blog), who might be thinking of getting a “white pride” tattoo, we leave you with something a little more sobering. A reader sent in a link to a news story about Bryon and Julie Widner, two former white nationalists who, after leaving the movement, just wanted to move on with their lives and be able to support their children. The trouble was, Bryon Widner had covered much of his face and body with tattoos, many of them racist and violent. Unable to find work and lacking the money to pay for expensive tattoo-removal surgery, he grew so desperate that he considered using acid to burn the tattoos off his face. With the help of the Southern Poverty Law Center, an anonymous donor was eventually able to pay the $35 000 that it cost for Widner to have the tattoos safely removed. Here are some excerpts describing what Widner had to go through:

“Shack showed Widner the laser — which looks like a long, fat pen — that would trace the exact outline of the tattoos as it burned them off his face. He explained how it would deliver short bursts of energy, different amounts depending on the color and depth of the tattoo. It would take many sessions for the ink to fade. And it would be painful, far more painful than getting the tattoos in the first place.”

“Widner had never felt such pain. Not all the times he had suffered black eyes and lost teeth in bar brawls, not the time in jail when guards — for fun — locked him up with a group of black inmates in order to see him taken down. His face swelled up in a burning rage, his eyes were black and puffy, his hands looked like blistered boxing gloves. He had never felt so helpless or so miserable.”

“Slowly — far more slowly than Widner had hoped — the tattoos began to fade. In all he underwent 25 surgeries over the course of 16 months, on his face, neck and hands.”

“His neck and hands have suffered some pigment damage, he gets frequent migraine headaches and he has to stay out of the sun. But, he says, "it's a small price to pay for being human again."

A word to the wise, kids. It may seem like a good idea now, but some day when you need a decent job and maybe have a family to support (and perhaps even think a little differently than you do now), we guarantee you’ll regret it.