Eggnog Corner 3-28

 

March 18th, 2007, 11:34 AM

To those for whom schaedenfreude (malicious gloating) is just a word, Peter Gabriel is a hero.

Clearly, a cowardly lie that didn’t have to happen, used to destroy lives, is not a joke. David Geffen holds me personally responsible for the AIDS onslaught. The Taliban was his creation to advance this cause without naming it. He concentrates the rays of his lethal perception through the magnifying glass of Lennon’s murder much as a child uses a magnifying glass and the sun to incinerate an ant.

Would it have been churlish for Peter Gabriel to refuse to rape a retarded girl? The victims were made to order. Gabriel’s world is humorless, but it’s still sometimes better to pass on a joke. My letter to Leslie Katz is their pretext and their alibi, but it is revealing in a way they dare not admit.

One who constructs terrible lies against another man in support of assassins and power need never worry that words will be found to undo the crime of authorized slander.

Gabriel throws his own guilt (rape and profiteering) at me as if it were mine. I offered a way out of this tragedy years ago with attempts at timely warning, investigation and prosecution. Gabriel’s priorities are songs, lies, myth, acceptance and protection of the guilty. He speaks with two tongues about the whole crime and the crime within the crime. For him, the designs of King Crimson egologic are all-consuming. He is fascinated with the guilty, because they validated his foul mind.

It is better to have no hope than to serve atrocity. Gabriel’s achievement is that these are the only remaining options. As comfort he suggests that accomplice will provide release. If I do not sanctify the chosen mode of surrender, Gabriel’s sick mind believes in a maniacal crucifixion. He believes his Taliban is the final arbiter, and that he is the law, because of his impugnity for barbarism.

Hunting me with poison crime, torture, the rape of my girlfriend, Gabriel popularized cowardly accusations to make such evils into mercy by the paradox of an HIV injection threat.

The Taliban decreed me an empty set, never to have sex upon pain of HIV. He evokes the name of Dr. King only at the end of sadism, in a demand for forgiveness, forgiveness of rape, paranormal beastiality, and what have you, spitting at all efforts to expose his dirty syndicate as paranoid.

Lennon was forced to live and die with an acid persona as a messiah. That is why Gabriel sees his warped brutality upon the mind of a deaf poet as clever revenge.

It’s a shame we live in a world where people capable of this can operate openly. If this is Lennon’s spirit in action, he is best forgotten. I could never have imagined such enthusiasm for the execution of horror crime.

Elementary commonlaw could have saved us from so much suffering.


Ballard Pimp

March 18th, 2007, 01:34 PM

Er, is it impolite to ask how old you are? I mean, I’m ancient, by I had to look up who Peter Gabriel was…

Didn’t he and Bing Crosby work together?


eggnog

March 18th, 2007, 02:16 PM

I do not think you are being impolite at all in suggesting this post is a little bit of a nuisance to understand without background, although deliberately confusing Gabriel, who you obviously DO know, with Bowie is a little bit on the edge of faceit.

I suggest that interested readers cover the basics through such posts as exist of mine here in the Stranger, http://talk.guardian.co.uk particularly the thread (which I did not start) in the MUSIC folder on Isn’t it time that Mark David Chapman was Pardoned and the Japanese Pornography thread in the THE ARTS folder. Other readings are scattered about an the AIDS Auto-Report is in the web under Mac Crary.

I don’t blame you for not wanting to do your homework and realize you will probably paw the ground and mutter, “how delusional” that can’t be helped, but if you do want to know what the AIDS onslaught had to do with the Lennon assassination, SO and 911 you would be well advised to follow up on my reading suggestions because, like it or not, I’m the only one who covered the story from top to bottom.


Ballard Pimp

March 18th, 2007, 02:55 PM

Well, thus far I’ve found the Japanese pornography thread, but I can’t find anything about music.

But I rather like the Japanese pornography thread.


Mr Sparkly Pants

March 18th, 2007, 04:35 PM

Egg Nogg, have you heard of the young girl who escaped from Paul McCartney’s Macedonian sex slave camp? I can’t remember her name, but she has all sorts of testimony that is going to catch up to Sir Paul probably this year. Not only did McCartney, Don Rickles, and Nelson Mandella finance and coordinate 9/11, but the 27-yr-long nightmare for John Lennon will finally be over as he is rescued from his subterranean prison cell in Albania.


poochiekafelnikov

March 19th, 2007, 08:39 AM

will probably pass on the genesis tour for obvious reasons, and because phil will be fronting. there is an excellent tube-video of sir gabriel singing the musical box, with mr. hackett really getting off on his stringed instrument. peter looks to be about twenty and he is quite fetching, anti-mohawk and all.


eggnog

March 19th, 2007, 09:53 AM

ballard pimp,

there is a MUSIC FOLDER, it’s not in the ARTS FOLDER or use the search engine. the Chapman thread shouldn’t be hard to find. it dovetails with the posts on porno because of the counter-revolutionary nature of the symbolism involved in killing Lennon as a statement of attack against the sexual revolution.

mr. sparky pants,

you remind me of the people who bring up the illuminati when others are discussing the military-industrial complex. i don’t think that psycho-babble and inanities is a meaningful answer to problem posed by a vicious rock star; it simply perpetuates his deification and stalinizes politics by implying that his victims are infirm. i invite you to read my mother’s testimony (no friend to my efforts to stop gabriel) regarding gabriel’s obsession with me and use of my words on his album SO. you can then look at the evidence i presented in u.s. district court.

i don’t especially understand why vultures like you think that defending a very vicious individual from statements about the crimes he committed by one of his victims is so saintly a thing to be doing. gabriel is not an underdog. he is a warrior from the celebrity superstate.

i don’t have anything to say to you pooch, the hypnotic powers of the gabriel fantasy are well known.


Mr Sparkly Pants

March 19th, 2007, 10:59 AM

Agent Eggnog:

If I don’t believe that Charlie Manson was directed by the Beatles to start a race war, why should I believe Peter Gabriel is taunting you on the SO album? Why don’t you go public with your real name and all the “proof” you have of the AIDS conspiracy and Robert Fripp and Peter Gabriel as rapists of retarded girls, or whatever insane shit you enjoy posting? Why will no one listen to you? You’re either a kook or having fun with anyone here who grabs the bait. Either way, I have nothing against you personally. In fact, you have interesting moments of lucidity here when you don’t sound like a deranged Britpop fan.

C’mon, man. Rockstars (paricularly those who have been famous for 40 years or more) have been under a microscope almost their entire lives. If what you’re sayng is even partly true, those you’ve indicted on this forum under the handle “eggnog” would have been at least gossiped about for some of this stuff beginning years ago.


Ballard Pimp

March 19th, 2007, 08:36 PM

will probably pass on the genesis tour for obvious reasons, and because phil will be fronting. there is an excellent tube-video of sir gabriel singing the musical box, with mr. hackett really getting off on his stringed instrument. peter looks to be about twenty and he is quite fetching, anti-mohawk and all.

You are, and always have been, a master of understatement, poochie.


poochiekafelnikov

March 20th, 2007, 06:13 AM

Der Niar!
Der Niar!


Mr Sparkly Pants

March 20th, 2007, 07:28 AM

I was a medical library clerk who discovered a cult operating on Mt. Desert Island in the 80′s who had organized a war game to try and create a precedent case in law for the establishment of mandatory AIDS testing. Investigating, I secured proof that this plan pre-dated HIV and proved AIDS manmade. During my investigation, I found correspondence between these people and Mark David Chapman, Lennon’s killer, dated 1974.

So where is this “proof?” Was it in the form of documents in a file folder, on film, or recordings? Did you take them? Did you photograph them, or make copies? Fuckinay, I would have at least done this. I’d have taken anything in writing linking Mark David Chapman, Fripp, Gabriel, or whoever else responsible for conspiring to CREATE THE AIDS VIRUS directly to a news source. At least.

Of course you don’t have any documentation, because the proof of this caper can only be found at Candy Mountain. Charlie lost his kidney fucking around with this kind of stuff. You’d better watch it (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5im0Ssyyus), too.


eggnog

March 20th, 2007, 08:33 AM

First of all, the evidence was put on microfilm in Pittsburgh before being taken from me by force in the mid-90′s, so I have copies several places here in Seattle; and you obviously know that I am telling the truth or you wouldn’t feel the need to make veiled, mafioso-style threats about losing a kidney for continuing to tell the truth. You, more than anything else, show what I have been up against.

Admittedly, I am a voice in the wilderness and attacking the messenger is a strategem which has paid Reagan and the Beatles enormous dividends. All the same, I investigated and got the truth. I live with that and in a strange way it is its own reward. I was tortured. I lost my loved one after she was raped. All supports broke down. I suffered neuro-trauma. But I did not commit apostasy, which is what they wanted. I am doing nothing illegal in refusing to commit perjury.

There’s a sizeable percentage of people who would not follow Ronald Reagan, but they would follow the Beatles to the ends of the earth. This includes people who are my friends and don’t mean me any harm, which is what makes being up against people like them so insidious. The Beatles committed the most crawling, infamous and cowardly acts that you can name, and they have my own friends telling me to get over it.

Reagan knew that success in the AIDS onslaught depended on their support. He used me as a medium to secure it, knowing that then people would follow. He counts among his confederates, due to the success of the operation, which involved the University of Pittsburgh, Oliver Stone and the newspaper establishment whom you suggested I notify. The newspapers gloat about what they did to me. By presenting my testimony of torture in a political context I made the unforgivable error of putting American politics in its proper light, capable of torturing and raping deaf people. Having the power to laugh in our faces is a big private story in the Fifth Estate.

People will not follow me. Not for anything. Certainly not against the Beatles. Writing about Reagan, people looked at me and sneered, “makes me like Reagan more”. That’s how it is when you’ve been degraded to the point where you can be tortured. People laugh at you. That’s how it is in America. If people do not admire you, they don’t care what evidence you have. They don’t care about the truth. Laughing is more exciting than alarming realities. The Clintons, the entire political process is built for Vote Whores. Even though this case is proved, the propaganda system of the Beatles drowns it out. Ringo Starr has AIDS victims cheering their own killers. He has feminists cheering those who raped a deaf, retarded girl. That’s all his style. I know it well.

The strategy is part brilliant, part half-witted, but it was done entirely in broad daylight, as was Adolf Hitler. The legitimacy of my testimony and certifiable nature of my research evidence is inconsequential to their victory, so they don’t care very much, although they don’t like it, as is obvious, and would like another shot at me. Such violence has been a fact of my life for over thirty years. They figure they’ll find a way to force me to change my testimony eventually, and failing that, will just make me an object of derision that no one dares hear for fear of having the same things happen.

That such an outcome was the dirty work of Peter Gabriel, who claimed to be from Amnesty International, is unspeakable.

That’s just how it is.


Melle

March 20th, 2007, 09:46 AM

Of course you don’t have any documentation, because the proof of this caper can only be found at Candy Mountain. Charlie lost his kidney fucking around with this kind of stuff. You’d better watch it (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5im0Ssyyus), too.

LOL. “Please stop bouncing on me.”


Mr Sparkly Pants

March 20th, 2007, 04:24 PM

First of all, the evidence was put on microfilm in Pittsburgh

Who put it on the microfilm? Where are the original documents?
You found them at your workplace, right? Why didn’t you just take them and stroll over to the FBI and say “I think this might interest you.”

before being taken from me by force in the mid-90′s,

Who took them from you? Did you report the theft to authorities? If Ringo cornered you and forcibly took your microfilm, you could have reported the incident to authorities.

so I have copies several places here in Seattle;

Where are they? Why don’t you make an appointment at the federal building and go over the documents with someone representing the law? Make it clear to the agent that the survivng Beatles and Peter Gabriel will have you killed if you aren’t immediately a protected witness for what is certainly one of the MOST SERIOUS CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY IN WORLD HISTORY. Documention of a purposely manufactured virus that has killed millions (and continues to erase the populations of African countries) has to be interesting to someone besides anonymous people on public forums. Bill Gates? He’d be interested. Fuck, you could get on Oprah.

and you obviously know that I am telling the truth or you wouldn’t feel the need to make veiled, mafioso-style threats about losing a kidney for continuing to tell the truth. You, more than anything else, show what I have been up against.

It was a joke, Agent Eggnog. Check the link.

Admittedly, I am a voice in the wilderness and attacking the messenger is a strategem which has paid Reagan and the Beatles enormous dividends.

Why would the surviving Beatles (Paul is a frickin’ billionaire just from ‘Yesterday’ being played 7 million times a day) busy themselves with obfuscating justice in order to spread the AIDS virus? What’s their motivation?

All the same, I investigated and got the truth.

And this truth — that AIDS was manufactured beginning in the 1970s at your workplace, and aging British popstars helped in spreading it around the globe — has raised zero interest from anyone. Weird.

The Beatles committed the most crawling, infamous and cowardly acts that you can name, and they have my own friends telling me to get over it.

Right. The Beatles can get away with repeated, heinous crimes against humanity, yet McCartney once spent a week in a Tokyo jail for a bag of pot. Why didn’t his pal Ronald Reagan call the mayor of Tokyo and vouch for his release?

Reagan knew that success in the AIDS onslaught depended on their support. He used me as a medium to secure it,

You have yet to explain how “supporting” the Beatles was necessary for Reagan to spread AIDS. What’s the connection? Especially since the Beatles had no longer been a group for over 10 years by the time Reagan came to office.

The newspapers gloat about what they did to me.

Wow. The Beatles were fucking with you. Reagan. Peter Gabriel raped your retarded and deaf girlfriend. Robert Fripp tortured you and made you go deaf. Do I have this right?

People will not follow me. Not for anything. Certainly not against the Beatles.

Two of the Beatles are dead and they broke up almost 40 years ago, right?
Where would one follow Paul and Ringo? To the doctor for their annual colonoscopies?

That’s how it is in America. If people do not admire you, they don’t care what evidence you have.

PRESENT YOUR EVIDENCE.

Ringo Starr has AIDS victims cheering their own killers. He has feminists cheering those who raped a deaf, retarded girl. That’s all his style. I know it well.

Again, why is Ringo happy about people getting AIDS and being raped? It seems these odd quirks in his personality would have surfaced elsewhere by now.

They figure they’ll find a way to force me to change my testimony eventually, and failing that, will just make me an object of derision that no one dares hear for fear of having the same things happen.

If the Beatles and Peter Gabriel can get away with 40 years of torturing you, making you deaf, raping your deaf, retarded, one-legged girlfriend, etc., they could certainly get away with killing you. Here you are posting their deeds on the Internet. It seems logical they’d want to shut you up, just to be cautious. Why haven’t they just capped you?

So Mac. How long have you been insane?


pgreyy

March 20th, 2007, 06:13 PM

I only checked this thread because I thought Peter Gabriel had skipped the Genesis reunion tour in order to front the baggy pants wearing Brit-ska-pop-80′s band that made “Our House” famous.

Ooops.

pg


eggnog

March 21st, 2007, 09:25 AM

Q. Who put it on the microfilm? Where are the original documents?
You found them at your workplace, right? Why didn’t you just take them and stroll over to the FBI and say “I think this might interest you.”

A. Several of the most incriminating papers were left with the Carnegie Mellon Student Union on the night of Oct. 17, 1993 with instructions to print them if I did not call in. I was keeping an appointment with the Student Law School at the University of Pittsburgh, where I suspected perfidy. As expected, they arrested me for trespassing when I arrived to keep the appointment they invited me to. The papers were forcibly taken from me in the days that followed through methods of extortion. I was tortured and suffered seizures.

Q. Who took them from you? Did you report the theft to authorities? If Ringo cornered you and forcibly took your microfilm, you could have reported the incident to authorities.

A. You do not understand neuro-trauma. They do. By intensifying the suffering caused by manipulation of a severe head injury they could induce seizures unless I gave them what they asked for. One of their intellectual property experts, James Child of Bowling Green, had made clear that this was a high stakes venture. Ringo Starr was accusing me of attempting to profit from the death of John Lennon in order to cover his own accomplice in the AIDS related nature of the crime. He had contacted men I reported for torture and made clear what they would do to me if I did not “comply” with their wishes. Clinton had already contacted the police union, they weren’t going to help me.

Q. Where are they? Why don’t you make an appointment at the federal building and go over the documents with someone representing the law? Make it clear to the agent that the survivng Beatles and Peter Gabriel will have you killed if you aren’t immediately a protected witness for what is certainly one of the MOST SERIOUS CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY IN WORLD HISTORY. Documention of a purposely manufactured virus that has killed millions (and continues to erase the populations of African countries) has to be interesting to someone besides anonymous people on public forums. Bill Gates? He’d be interested. Fuck, you could get on Oprah.

A. The Beatles have a huge public relations system protecting them. Oprah would not help me. Once the accomplice of the Beatles was secured the blackout was virtually certain. However, I have gone to Federal Court, the local police, several political offices and the FBI. I have discussed this with the Secret Service and the mental health authorities. I have discussed it with Kennedy assassination researchers and many magazines, as well as Noam Chomsky and Alan Cantwell, the latter of whom was very interested, as he faces similar poison coming from people like you in his medical talks about AIDS being manmade.

Assertion: It was a joke, Agent Eggnog. Check the link.
Response: I more or less looked at the link. I accept that you were joking, but I have had my home broken into, my girlfriend raped and been tortured, so you won’t mind my being sure. I’m not an agent. I’m a deaf poet who became a reporter.

Q. Why would the surviving Beatles (Paul is a frickin’ billionaire just from ‘Yesterday’ being played 7 million times a day) busy themselves with obfuscating justice in order to spread the AIDS virus? What’s their motivation?

A. The answer to your question, which is poorly posed, since failure to work for warning and prevention of the spread of HIV in a timely way is not the same as a conscious intent to spread the virus, is that their source with regard to me, Robert Fripp, thought he knew what was going on. He thought that my reports about a mandatory AIDS testing program on Mt. Desert Island were an outgrowth of a difficult relationship I was having with an ex-girlfriend in Pittsburgh and he wanted to confiscate the evidence of Lennon’s murder as property. First, because Reagan was selling the idea and the Beatles court executive privilege. Second, because he was protecting the Gurdjieff Cult involved in the AIDS onslaught with whom he belongs. Third, because they have saught to create a counter-story they can sell for morale about AIDS. Ultimately, their motive is money and fundamental cowardice.

Q. And this truth — that AIDS was manufactured beginning in the 1970s at your workplace, and aging British popstars helped in spreading it around the globe — has raised zero interest from anyone. Weird.

A. Some of the letters were in my home, sent to me by Gail (gay-ill) Burstyn in the 70′s when I was tortured. It was a complex communication system. I was chosen because I was the child of a humanist, my father, who served on the San Jacinto with Bush in World War Two. The evidence is very chilling and quite elaborate. The police and Clinton refuse to properly enforce the situation because I believe it was Reagan. The evidence supports me. Fripp clearly wants to propose that Reagan was framed, but their own actions continue to raise doubts about that.

Q. Right. The Beatles can get away with repeated, heinous crimes against humanity, yet McCartney once spent a week in a Tokyo jail for a bag of pot. Why didn’t his pal Ronald Reagan call the mayor of Tokyo and vouch for his release?

A. If the Beatles cannot get away with the rape of a retarded deaf girl, it remains to be proved.

Q. You have yet to explain how “supporting” the Beatles was necessary for Reagan to spread AIDS. What’s the connection? Especially since the Beatles had no longer been a group for over 10 years by the time Reagan came to office.

A. The purpose of the operation was to alibi the Mandatory AIDS Testing Operation on Mt. Desert Island by making me a hate object. Planting Lennon assassination letters on my house and having Ringo Starr grunting that I “cudda saved John Lennon” was what Reagan was after. Once he had them on that ticket, he got the green light for Mt. Desert Island.

Q. Wow. The Beatles were fucking with you. Reagan. Peter Gabriel raped your retarded and deaf girlfriend. Robert Fripp tortured you and made you go deaf. Do I have this right?

A. You have that right, except that Fripp did not make me go deaf. The art of Fripp, the first album by King Crimson, was used by a Pittsburgh gang called The Guttersnipes in a Human Ecology experiment in which I was tortured and deafened as a child to make me a carrier of the content of that work which speaks of “paranoia’s poison” and “death seed”.

Q. Two of the Beatles are dead and they broke up almost 40 years ago, right? Where would one follow Paul and Ringo? To the doctor for their annual colonoscopies?

A. I don’t especially like or care about the Beatles. You know, my mother has macular degeneration. I don’t like dealing with this. I need time to cry about things.

PRESENT YOUR EVIDENCE.

Gladly. Do you live in Seattle? Would you like to meet me at the SCC cafeteria some afternoon? I would be happy to show you the archives proving the Mandatory AIDS testing experiment on Mt. Desert Island, the remark that planning for it pre-dated the AIDS onslaught and the Lennon assassination letters found during an investigation into this crime, as well as my mother’s testimony regarding Peter Gabriel’s use of me on the album SO.

Q. Again, why is Ringo happy about people getting AIDS and being raped? It seems these odd quirks in his personality would have surfaced elsewhere by now.

A. I think Ringo Starr is beside himself with wrath and horror about the AIDS epidemic, but he accompliced those responsible. He was depicting me maliciously to cover that fact, probably done in terror of Ronald Reagan. To justify his cowardice, he had to create a PERSONA about me and then test the power of that persona by executing the rape of my girlfriend, saying it was karma for my misdeeds. He wanted AIDS victims to feel he was punishing me for their satisfaction.

Q. If the Beatles and Peter Gabriel can get away with 40 years of torturing you, making you deaf, raping your deaf, retarded, one-legged girlfriend, etc., they could certainly get away with killing you. Here you are posting their deeds on the Internet. It seems logical they’d want to shut you up, just to be cautious. Why haven’t they just capped you?

A. I think the reason for this is demonstrated by the fact that Oliver Stone printed my name in Cineaste Film Quarterly and Asian Cult Cinema Magazines. Although Stone and Gabriel are willing to brag somewhat openly of torturing me, they are also concerned to see the prospect of what I have to say being true represented, simply because they are human beings. I have utility to those who committed this crime alive, where I can be derided, called names, discredited. Killing me would give some of those who sit on the fence a push to say something they wouldn’t with me alive. I made a great noise at PITT NEWS in the 80′s trying to ward off assault adn secure my right as an American to Freedom of Speech. The police and FBI may have helped me behind the scenes by getting straight to those who tortured me that they wouldn’t tolerate a hit. Suppression of me has been Stalinist, however. All of this is speculation. Mt. Desert I can prove. My girlfriend does not have one leg. Are you demeaning her infirmities? May I ask why?

Q. So Mac. How long have you been insane?
A. If you mean how long have I been in trauma and suffering from a neuro-plastic head injury, about 33 years.


poochiekafelnikov

March 21st, 2007, 09:38 AM

once lived around the dc mall on little more than an aluminum foil tri-corner hat and and silver painted thriftstore florscheims…i read magnolia leaves for spare change and once told anderson cooper that his mother’s jeans caused my capilliaries to constrict, which interrupted northbound bloodflow, hence our parkbench interlude…he gave me a susan b anthony and told me to get help, as he traipsed away humming with a little help from my friends


Mr Sparkly Pants

March 21st, 2007, 01:29 PM

Q. Who put it on the microfilm? Where are the original documents?
You found them at your workplace, right? Why didn’t you just take them and stroll over to the FBI and say “I think this might interest you.”

A. Several of the most incriminating papers were left with the Carnegie Mellon Student Union on the night of Oct. 17, 1993 with instructions to print them if I did not call in. I was keeping an appointment with the Student Law School at the University of Pittsburgh, where I suspected perfidy. As expected, they arrested me for trespassing when I arrived to keep the appointment they invited me to. The papers were forcibly taken from me in the days that followed through methods of extortion. I was tortured and suffered seizures.

Q. Who took them from you? Did you report the theft to authorities? If Ringo cornered you and forcibly took your microfilm, you could have reported the incident to authorities.

A. You do not understand neuro-trauma. They do. By intensifying the suffering caused by manipulation of a severe head injury they could induce seizures unless I gave them what they asked for. One of their intellectual property experts, James Child of Bowling Green, had made clear that this was a high stakes venture. Ringo Starr was accusing me of attempting to profit from the death of John Lennon in order to cover his own accomplice in the AIDS related nature of the crime. He had contacted men I reported for torture and made clear what they would do to me if I did not “comply” with their wishes. Clinton had already contacted the police union, they weren’t going to help me.

Q. Where are they? Why don’t you make an appointment at the federal building and go over the documents with someone representing the law? Make it clear to the agent that the survivng Beatles and Peter Gabriel will have you killed if you aren’t immediately a protected witness for what is certainly one of the MOST SERIOUS CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY IN WORLD HISTORY. Documention of a purposely manufactured virus that has killed millions (and continues to erase the populations of African countries) has to be interesting to someone besides anonymous people on public forums. Bill Gates? He’d be interested. Fuck, you could get on Oprah.

A. The Beatles have a huge public relations system protecting them. Oprah would not help me. Once the accomplice of the Beatles was secured the blackout was virtually certain. However, I have gone to Federal Court, the local police, several political offices and the FBI. I have discussed this with the Secret Service and the mental health authorities. I have discussed it with Kennedy assassination researchers and many magazines, as well as Noam Chomsky and Alan Cantwell, the latter of whom was very interested, as he faces similar poison coming from people like you in his medical talks about AIDS being manmade.

Assertion: It was a joke, Agent Eggnog. Check the link.
Response: I more or less looked at the link. I accept that you were joking, but I have had my home broken into, my girlfriend raped and been tortured, so you won’t mind my being sure. I’m not an agent. I’m a deaf poet who became a reporter.

Q. Why would the surviving Beatles (Paul is a frickin’ billionaire just from ‘Yesterday’ being played 7 million times a day) busy themselves with obfuscating justice in order to spread the AIDS virus? What’s their motivation?

A. The answer to your question, which is poorly posed, since failure to work for warning and prevention of the spread of HIV in a timely way is not the same as a conscious intent to spread the virus, is that their source with regard to me, Robert Fripp, thought he knew what was going on. He thought that my reports about a mandatory AIDS testing program on Mt. Desert Island were an outgrowth of a difficult relationship I was having with an ex-girlfriend in Pittsburgh and he wanted to confiscate the evidence of Lennon’s murder as property. First, because Reagan was selling the idea and the Beatles court executive privilege. Second, because he was protecting the Gurdjieff Cult involved in the AIDS onslaught with whom he belongs. Third, because they have saught to create a counter-story they can sell for morale about AIDS. Ultimately, their motive is money and fundamental cowardice.

Q. And this truth — that AIDS was manufactured beginning in the 1970s at your workplace, and aging British popstars helped in spreading it around the globe — has raised zero interest from anyone. Weird.

A. Some of the letters were in my home, sent to me by Gail (gay-ill) Burstyn in the 70′s when I was tortured. It was a complex communication system. I was chosen because I was the child of a humanist, my father, who served on the San Jacinto with Bush in World War Two. The evidence is very chilling and quite elaborate. The police and Clinton refuse to properly enforce the situation because I believe it was Reagan. The evidence supports me. Fripp clearly wants to propose that Reagan was framed, but their own actions continue to raise doubts about that.

Q. Right. The Beatles can get away with repeated, heinous crimes against humanity, yet McCartney once spent a week in a Tokyo jail for a bag of pot. Why didn’t his pal Ronald Reagan call the mayor of Tokyo and vouch for his release?

A. If the Beatles cannot get away with the rape of a retarded deaf girl, it remains to be proved.

Q. You have yet to explain how “supporting” the Beatles was necessary for Reagan to spread AIDS. What’s the connection? Especially since the Beatles had no longer been a group for over 10 years by the time Reagan came to office.

A. The purpose of the operation was to alibi the Mandatory AIDS Testing Operation on Mt. Desert Island by making me a hate object. Planting Lennon assassination letters on my house and having Ringo Starr grunting that I “cudda saved John Lennon” was what Reagan was after. Once he had them on that ticket, he got the green light for Mt. Desert Island.

Q. Wow. The Beatles were fucking with you. Reagan. Peter Gabriel raped your retarded and deaf girlfriend. Robert Fripp tortured you and made you go deaf. Do I have this right?

A. You have that right, except that Fripp did not make me go deaf. The art of Fripp, the first album by King Crimson, was used by a Pittsburgh gang called The Guttersnipes in a Human Ecology experiment in which I was tortured and deafened as a child to make me a carrier of the content of that work which speaks of “paranoia’s poison” and “death seed”.

Q. Two of the Beatles are dead and they broke up almost 40 years ago, right? Where would one follow Paul and Ringo? To the doctor for their annual colonoscopies?

A. I don’t especially like or care about the Beatles. You know, my mother has macular degeneration. I don’t like dealing with this. I need time to cry about things.

PRESENT YOUR EVIDENCE.

Gladly. Do you live in Seattle? Would you like to meet me at the SCC cafeteria some afternoon? I would be happy to show you the archives proving the Mandatory AIDS testing experiment on Mt. Desert Island, the remark that planning for it pre-dated the AIDS onslaught and the Lennon assassination letters found during an investigation into this crime, as well as my mother’s testimony regarding Peter Gabriel’s use of me on the album SO.

Q. Again, why is Ringo happy about people getting AIDS and being raped? It seems these odd quirks in his personality would have surfaced elsewhere by now.

A. I think Ringo Starr is beside himself with wrath and horror about the AIDS epidemic, but he accompliced those responsible. He was depicting me maliciously to cover that fact, probably done in terror of Ronald Reagan. To justify his cowardice, he had to create a PERSONA about me and then test the power of that persona by executing the rape of my girlfriend, saying it was karma for my misdeeds. He wanted AIDS victims to feel he was punishing me for their satisfaction.

Q. If the Beatles and Peter Gabriel can get away with 40 years of torturing you, making you deaf, raping your deaf, retarded, one-legged girlfriend, etc., they could certainly get away with killing you. Here you are posting their deeds on the Internet. It seems logical they’d want to shut you up, just to be cautious. Why haven’t they just capped you?

A. I think the reason for this is demonstrated by the fact that Oliver Stone printed my name in Cineaste Film Quarterly and Asian Cult Cinema Magazines. Although Stone and Gabriel are willing to brag somewhat openly of torturing me, they are also concerned to see the prospect of what I have to say being true represented, simply because they are human beings. I have utility to those who committed this crime alive, where I can be derided, called names, discredited. Killing me would give some of those who sit on the fence a push to say something they wouldn’t with me alive. I made a great noise at PITT NEWS in the 80′s trying to ward off assault adn secure my right as an American to Freedom of Speech. The police and FBI may have helped me behind the scenes by getting straight to those who tortured me that they wouldn’t tolerate a hit. Suppression of me has been Stalinist, however. All of this is speculation. Mt. Desert I can prove. My girlfriend does not have one leg. Are you demeaning her infirmities? May I ask why?

Q. So Mac. How long have you been insane?
A. If you mean how long have I been in trauma and suffering from a neuro-plastic head injury, about 33 years.

Thanks, Mac. I totally understand now. And I apologize for being so glib.
I’d meet you at SCC, but I’m afraid of being spotted with you and getting kidnapped by Ringo’s henchmen.

If it’s polite to ask, what torture methods are preferred by Ringo. Fripp, and Peter Gabriel? Are Brian Eno or Adrian Belew involved in any of this awful stuff? If so, I’ll smash my Bush of Ghosts and Bears CD.


Melle

March 21st, 2007, 01:53 PM

Ringo is most often credited for the torture, but it’s actually carried out by Bernard Purdie.


poochiekafelnikov

March 21st, 2007, 03:43 PM

I’m sorry you can’t take serious things seriously and choose to laugh at, rather than address, the evidence and situation, but then, by doing so, you’ve answered your own question as to why it’s never been properly investigated.

Just do not say that you were objective, when you wouldn’t even look at the evidence.

You asked about methods of torture.

I have a prior existing neuro-trauma which was inflicted when I was attacked on the streets as a child, beaten, abducted, gassed and fed a nerve agent which left me deaf, damaged my facial nerve and caused a deep impacted neuroplastic head injury which for years was invisible and caused amnesia.

Gabriel learned that the neuro-trauma was causing personality change and that it was aggravated by intimate relations with women. So, he took to attack prostitution and had me fucked into seizures. He knew that men like you would think this was funny and that it would help cover for the way that he privately blamed me for Lennon’s murder as a cover operation to cloak Britain’s approval of Mt. Desert Island.

This is all in broad daylight as the evidence makes plain. I have detailed some of the letters in the thread A STORY SUPPRESSED BY THE STRANGER, and shown the letters to the Stranger, so the fact of their existence is hardly in dispute.

While you may think you have a case for jeering by sneering that I am borzoid in supposing Peter Gabriel’s involvement, it is also true that I can present my mother’s testimony about Gabriel’s long, obsessive correspondence with me, to contradict you, as well as two worldwide cinema magazines in which Oliver Stone printed my name.

It would take a long time to detail the depradations and cruelties towards me by these moral imposters and you’ve made clear it’s more or less wasted on you, but I repeat, for the record, that I reported torture to Amnesty International, commissioned towards me as a child, only to be betrayed by their fundraising cartel and then set upon sexually. They also lied to and about me, with great ferocity, causing terrible dislocation during a period of disorientation, as was their intent, since discrediting me is paramount to them.

It is easy to discredit me, because of the type you represent, but a little more difficult to explain away the material evidence. Hence, you negate it, as many have, by refusing to look at, acknowledge or address it.

They also brutally raped a mentally retarded and epileptic deaf girl for no reason other than that she saught to defend me.

That’s just the way it is. By being so vicious they secured impugnity, because our culture, like you, is less concerned with evidence and fairplay than with gloating and ridicule.

Sorry to have to cast aspersions on your hero worship, fool.

feel ya bra…once held similar beliefs regarding nick gilder


Rachael V

March 21st, 2007, 11:13 PM

I have a prior existing neuro-trauma

Now we do too, thanks for that. :confused:


eggnog

March 22nd, 2007, 08:53 AM

First of all, good person, I have been through this before. As I have noted elsewhere, when I found the papers in question, I scheduled an appointment, it was Oct. 17, 1993, with the Student Bar Association. They arrested me for defiant trespass when I got there and had me 302′d. They said they had no interest in looking at material evidence which couldn’t possibly mean what I said. They said it was delusional without looking at it. Since the definition of delusion is not having an opinion about material evidence, but rather concocting an idea without material evidence (which is more or less what you do, since you’ve never seen the material) I think the diagnosis is fraudulent. Being on schizophrenic medications does not change objective material evidence. It doesn’t have that power. It simply has the power to punish me for talking about the material evidence, and that has been done to me, to great injury for my health and well-being.

After receiving the schizophrenic diagnosis I went back to school. It will no doubt not surprise you to learn that Seattle Central banned me despite a Pell Grant. The University of Pittsburgh also said my father, who was Chair of the Department of Education there was schizophrenic, although he was dead and died emeritus in Bethany College, so much for the idea that schizophrenics cannot lead productive lives. Since the name of a psychiatrist appears in the Lennon murder papers, I have reason to suspect that the plan involved this set up, simply to punish as hallucinations any attempt to communicate what happened. Well, and good for most people, since it works.

This isn’t to say that the offer to show the evidence doesn’t stand, it’s just that I have enough therapy going on and so forth. My testimony is not news to anyone in the Seattle Mental Health establishment. I have been a member of the Seattle Mental Health Emerald House Clubhouse for six years, write the cover article for our monthly newsletter, organized the softball team and am in good standing. The business about verifying my identity, privately of course, just makes you look paranoid, not me. My name is Mac Crary. I am well known to Seattle Poets, placed Second in the SLAM once, as well as to The Stranger, Real Change and others in our society.

People who are not said to be schizophrenic have varying responses to the material. David Reitzes, in the web for his research on Kennedy, said, “It’s just a coincidence, but I admit, it’s one hell of a coincidence”. Larry Crist, a poet of some local reknown, said, “you’ve invented this from numerology”. Dr. Robert Anthony at the Western Pennsylvania School for the Deaf said, “I agree with you, there’s something funny about that stuff”. So it’s not like you don’t have a couple of choices for the company you keep. Possibly you think it is facetious to say so, but in taking a draconian view, you are well supported by Reagan’s people and those in line with Ringo Starr. Power has taken ruthless and swift action for much less than the sort of statements I am making and plan to continue to make, regarding this atrocity.

If you want to petition for involuntary confinement on the basis of my political views, that’s fine. Identify yourself and I will prepare my own brief for the court. Be aware that my evidence was heard in U.S. District Court and the ruling was not that I was delusional but that the court lacked jurisdiction.

I would also like you to be aware, before you attack me, that you are attacking someone who not only has been through this whole game before and for a long time, living in a therapy situation that works, that I also for a while decided to give the people who were furious at me the benefit of the doubt. I put away the evidence. I went back to school. I took challenging classes and I got straight A’s. I have never in my life hurt anyone. After taking the classes and getting accolades for my writing and painting, etc., I decided to look again, long and hard, at the evidence in question. Unfortunately for me, and my obligations to society, the evidence continues to say what it has always said and continues to mean what I have always contended.

I think the claim that this is not true should be based on the evidence itself and not on attacks against my character.


eggnog

March 22nd, 2007, 10:34 AM

Your view is a prejudiced one. It doesn’t matter whether you believe I am schizophrenic or not, a person is entitled to fair play. It is elementary common decency to be acquainted with material evidence regarding a serious allegation before reaching a conclusion. Calling me schizophrenic in an effort to deny me elementary common decency is very decidedly an attack on my character whether you choose to deny it or not.

However, I do not feel that it is necessary to apologize for schizophrenics. I think the people with mental illness with whom I am acquainted are very decent, humorous, open-minded and intelligent people. I don’t fault you for not wanting to exert energy you don’t have on something you feel lacks veracity. I simply fault you for drawing conclusions without seeing evidence. If you saw the evidence and disagreed with me, you would at least be in a position to acknowledge that I was basing my views on evidence, not delusions. This is something that is very important for those who oppose my viewpoint to subvert. Not looking at the material, allows them to subvert that.

Seattle Mental Health is a perfectly safe place for you to see the material and voice your concerns about medical compliance if you feel that is your business. Everyone here will show you the greatest of respect.

As for your concern about whether schizophrenics are dangerous to society, the truth is that schizophrenics have no greater incidence of crime demographically than normal people. In fact, schizophrenics are much more likely to face cruelty than perpetuate it. Your concerns about me are shadows from illusions.


eggnog

March 22nd, 2007, 12:10 PM

Well, you have mixxed in (along with some rhetorical tactics I think you will recognize as somewhat taunting) your capacity and willingness to ascertain the specifics of my claim, leaving open to question whether it is schizophrenic mumbo-jumbo of the type you have encountered through sad experience with a schizophrenic woman. I appreciate the efforts you made as approaching reasonable and fair.

I did indeed receive the diagnosis of paranoid schizophrenic and I do acknowledge that fact, but it was a POLITICAL DIAGNOSIS of a Stalinist variety intent on incapacitating testimony that was refused, unwanted and scorned. However, I have experienced wrongful arrest, torture and was ultimately forced to comply with what was regarded as necessary treatment. As you can see, it has not changed my views. Nor did it treat my actual condition, an anguishing neuroplasm visibly throbbing in my facial nerve. It has simply allowed the DENIAL in place to take the form of an official sentiment. If it weren’t for the serious physical health consequences involved, that would be more or less okay with me for the reason that I want my testimony in the public record so that the truth will out, somehow. This I hope, trust and of course, under the circumstances, fear.

As for your sympathy with me for the pain caused by either my situation or my mental health condition, (you seem to be sitting on the fence about which for reasons of personal morality that I can only applaud), I appreciate the sentiment and have been much safer and much better treated in Seattle than I ever was in Pittsburgh. I have learned to live with the worry I feel about this testimony without allowing it to force me to perjure myself.

There is absolutely nothing, repeat, nothing, that I can do to make the evidence more bearable, nor the conclusions I am forced to reach from the evidence. You’ve read them, you know what they are, that’s enough. I simply want to state that I do not have the sort of imagination that would be required to think up, dream up, and hallucinate this material. It is off my beat. I don’t like it, either. I like my poetry. My mind has always been rather small. If anything I was a slow learner, very slow to catch on.

I’m right about all of it. They rubbed it in my face.


poochiekafelnikov

March 24th, 2007, 07:48 AM

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despite possible transgressions, gabriel loves american dry cereal, especially life and apple jacks. when he was partnered with arquette in her hancock park abode, he would eat half a box at a time…like a triathlete in training. they often would curl up in their footed-pj’s on their flanking reclining chairs with large bowls with milk (he-whole, her-soy), crunching happily while watching roadshow or wheel. would appreciate an X inclusion in future text.


eggnog

March 24th, 2007, 12:39 PM

David,

I guess you didn’t have time to read my account of That Voice Again or feel it was fit for reply. I wanted to add, you will note, he pauses on the word “hear” as if realizing something and then uses it to hesitantly validate and stigmatize the subject.
Your defense of Gabriel was interesting enough that I noted some of the text that I have no space to respond to in the Guardian Talkboard, probably in the thread someone started in jest about “musicians who have abused jacinto” or something.

Take care,
Mac


Mr Sparkly Pants

March 24th, 2007, 06:32 PM

. . . what if poochie is Peter Gabriel?


Melle

March 24th, 2007, 07:43 PM

. . . what if poochie is Peter Gabriel?

Hmmm. I had an idea he was Walter Becker. (No, seriously.)


Ballard Pimp

March 25th, 2007, 09:23 AM

Peter Gabriel used to be a singer!!


Dee Snarl

March 25th, 2007, 11:10 AM

This is actually starting to creep me out…


eggnog

March 25th, 2007, 11:49 AM

RESPONSE IN TWO PARTS:

David, for the sake of The Stranger and any readers who may have realized by now that I am serious about all of this, I have included an appendix to this response from the Japanese Pornography Thread in THE ARTS folder of the Manchester Guardian Talkboard which I wrote. Since you are busy, I don’t want you to be intimidated by the apparent length of my response to you. My response to you is PART ONE. If you don’t have time for PART TWO, it’s intent is more general interest.

PART ONE:

I appreciate that you realize that I could break off from my writings if they get to be too much. All I really meant was that it hurts to have lost so much work, not that I dislike writing. What was lost is lost, but more vital evidence was at stake. Fortunately, it pulled through. I don’t mind reconstructing the interview for you, although it was brief and the substance of the column was largely a review of the concert. People were not interested in Pittsburgh because it was me, I think, and they didn’t want me to attract any attention, so they downplayed my adventure. There was an exception, the talented and beloved Ray Geiger, now deceased, who simply was so possessive of me as a best friend that he wanted the King Crimson stuff out of the picture. He knew my deepest loyalties were there and he envied them. Professor Eskridge of CCAC also said to me about it, “why don’t you stick with the people who love you and who care about you”.

Your characterization of SO as the “epitome of late ’80s coke-addled Wall-street big shot bullshittery” is the envy of my tangled tongue. Thank you for that. My deceased father Ry told me on examining Gabriel’s art to “beware of a man who makes self-pity his vocation”.

I was not forced to smoke pot. I really used to like pot when my sensitive body could take it. What I’m saying is that I was in a post-traumatic state and the source of excessive exposure to pot is an attorney setting up protection of men who had abducted, beaten and gassed me as a child, leaving me in so much trauma and pain that I am still not better.

A more interesting question would be: How does one force a timid, somewhat deaf, easily frightened, non-violent, scholar’s program 13 year old to put a rag dipped in paint thinner into a paper bag and inhale the fumes for hours? The answer is by beating him ferociously and threatening to kill him if he doesn’t. It also helps if you are the older brother of a girl who seduced you and you are afraid he will find out. The adults, involved, by the way, were from the Armed Forces. As a man who wouldn’t give a 13 year old a beer, I find it difficult to conceive of a defense for adults who would lure a child with sex then brutally, brutally torture him, while making light of paint thinner.

That I was gassed in a holocaust survivor community was my first clue that something was terribly wrong.

PART TWO:

In 1984, as a medical library clerk examining the cruel consequences of HIV, while also examining the commentary of the Reagan menace, I detected the sneering of parochial stigmata. I had long been an object of such stigmata. “Were they related?” was my question. I knew that parochial hypnosis had attended to child torture.

Gabriel was meanwhile attacking me on two fronts. While simultaneously denying child torture he saught to exaggerate the feigned grievance of Leslie Katz, an unrequited lover to whom I had written a histrionic letter, seeking hazing allies, betraying my testimony to men who ran my mother from her home.

On Mt. Desert Island, where I pursued this cult, I proved they had earmarked me for an HIV testing case to establish a precedent and that this operation’s planning had pre-dated HIV. Zell had asked me, “What would you think of a scheme to transform the human race by injecting the blood?” in 1981-1982 in art school, before AIDS was really known and he refers to this comment in his correspondence from Jackson Immunogenetic Laboratory. Suspicion about Zell led me to Lennon murder papers dated 1974, naming men Zell had long been among. Zell was also trafficking in the cult adopted by David Geffen.

Leslie still won.

Geffen called my letter to Ms. Katz a “page” in the “story of the bird”. His desperate fantasy grew grim and abject.

Gabriel is an accomplice in mass murder. He has stalked me with asian cult war veterans. They claim a terrifying indemnity. He knew perfectly well that I am not a date rapist or he wouldn’t have contracted for Rosine Monteleone, a royal princess, to deliver her virginity to me at her tender age of 19. She was my lover and I thought fiance. I dared to hope that I was worthy of such a proud, intelligent and beautiful woman. The reality was obscure to me at the time. Gabriel was at work in damage control, executing a special stigmata to justify the stigmata operation he had long facilitated.

Geffen is a usurper group, not a liberator.

Was I wrong that the stigmata I detected had a source, human agency and direction? Was I wrong that I might be being used as a symbol? In addition to the Lennon murder papers, I found the writings of Greg Karl, whose gang associates, the same as Zell’s, are named in the Lennon papers and whose sensibilities are so beloved to and whose word games are so fascinating to an English.

“The persona is subjected to successive
degradations of the X-motive and then subsumed
into a larger structure dominated by its
adversary”.

is a characteristic comment in the writings of Karl.

But don’t worry. Midori roves you.


eggnog

March 26th, 2007, 07:59 AM

You may find this difficult to believe, but the vast majority of the terrible things that have happened to me are because the University of Pittsburgh would not accept the truth of my account about what happened to me in gradeschool. Even when I could still not speak from the trauma, I tried to draw pictures for the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette. The staff kept intoning that John Lennon was an advocate for glue or something.

I’m just saying, you know, my life was destroyed, and they wouldn’t let me even try to pick up the pieces.

ADWAS, the Abused Deaf Woman’s Advocacy Services, finally, after the rape of deaf Jeannie, intervened and brought me to Seattle, but goddam it sure took a lot before anybody cared.


poochiekafelnikov

March 28th, 2007, 05:33 AM

vacillate between referring to it as the passion or the soundtrack to the last temptation of christ…no consistency in my reponses…am buying three bags of sour patch kids every day, balling them up, then eating them like a forbidden fruit of fructose gummy stuff, all because of the unrelenting commands that emit from the gap in hector elizondo’s crooked smile


Melle

March 28th, 2007, 07:29 AM

My deceased father Ry told me on examining Gabriel’s art to “beware of a man who makes self-pity his vocation”.

This is an astute and wise observation.

If Gabriel could do all that, what crimes would Roger Waters or Robert Smith be capable of?


eggnog

March 28th, 2007, 09:05 AM

One of the reasons that it is difficult to formulate a response to the work of artists like Gabriel and Waters is that their lyrics are conflicted and obscure ones, depending heavily on sound, and hallucination. When either of them tends towards poetry, they seem determined to spellbound their audience by catering to the mystique of violence that is an undercurrent of youth culture and drug culture, where much of their income sources. About the time I entered college, and was considering an independent study thesis on rock music through the honors department at Temple University, Fripp began circulating stories about sufism. Since my intellectual heritage professor was the reknowned Islamic scholar Seyyed Nasr, I followed up with a course on sufism and discovered a similar problem with sufi poets. You could quote them, but then you had to say, well, I leave it up to you what that means. Consider trying to make sense of the lyrics of Yes and you have an immediate understanding of the problem. Even when they do make some sort of sense, it can violate you. Almost better to just hum and profess ignorance.

Rock stars have a big impact on politics among the young. Their drawing power is far greater than politicians, with the exception, perhaps, of the old rallies by George Wallace, politicians get little of the hysteria. Yet rock stars are fundamentally aloof and unanswerable.

The root of what was done, is being done to me, derives in part from the sophistication of which the truly powerful and malicious are capable. They have dumbed down an explanation for what they did to me, behind which they have high science. Fripp is involved in a neuropathic hospital. They understood that I suffered a neuroplastic head trauma long before I knew it. They triggered the seizures to toy with them punitively, while making great remonstrations that I must have done it to myself and that this explains the personality changes, self-inflicted ones. Meanwhile, no one, absolutely no one, stepped forward to acknowledge that I was on the brink of cerebral hemorraghue from child trauma. Pretending that there was nothing going on, the authorities left me at the mercy of persons who were rampaging in delight over me with total impugnity.

Roger Waters was a court of no appeal. He had written the Wall about the nauseating psychosis caused by drugs when a devoted boyfriend is cuckolded. So they thought it was humming when they learned that the man who cudda saved John Lennon was having inexplicable jealous syndrome. Knowing what was wrong, knowing that no one else knew what wrong, finding Pittsburgh eager to help them violate my testimony of child torture, and being in a position to stalk me with men who tortured me, Waters was delighted and Fripp told Reagan, “we’re in”. They looked at my helpless words of protest about Reagan’s armeggedonism at PITT NEWS as an unconscious display of self-satire on my part, a pedantic little cuss, little Jeemee, poor little Jeemee. Only Waters could heap such scorn on Pink Floyd The Walrus.

Possibly you have read about the atrocities of the Japanese towards prisoners of war. They used involuntary reflexes to force men to eat their own vomit. I had been tortured as a child and forced to consume inhalants. It was not merely involuntary behavior. It was neuro-conditioned, meaning, when I tried to stop myself from the orientalist hypnosis that Fripp and Waters used on me, I literally had seizures. I had seizures attempting to prevent myself from obeying their commands for self-degradation. They literally recycled torture. During this ordeal, Midori, Asian Cult Cinema, Oliver Stone and Ming Na Wen taunted me in pants shitting homelessness, after the rape of deaf Jeannie, that Midori was the lover of Kasper, the man who gassed me and left me destroyed as a child, and that I was an insect who deserved to be stamped out. They staged this communication as I dealt with things like extremely sharp bones in my food while men in the homeless kitchen stared at me making extremely exaggerated chewing motions.

I think you should understand this about Peter Gabriel, because he did this after calling me his friend and saying that he was from Amnesty International. These are not easy facts to digest, especially when you hold such men above reproach. It’s a sad fact that these people are regarded by many otherwise intelligent, dissenting people, as infallible.


eggnog

March 28th, 2007, 11:25 AM

Probably, I was over-eager to work into my … stuff … an explication of the probable role Waters played in egging Gabriel on in his infamous, cowardly attacks.

To amend this, I want to say I agree with you unconditionally that sometimes Pink Floyd sets a very high standard for lyrics with things like “Have a Cigar”. Some of their words could stand on their own as poems and saying that is my highest compliment.

On the other hand, I was thinking about the Wall. The Wall is an attempt to take all the phobias of youth and give them hostile, angst-ridden expression. It sucks. It’s a grand art statement, so it’s supposedly above question, but I wouldn’t trade The Lord of the Rings for it.


Melle

March 28th, 2007, 12:50 PM

The signifieds butt heads with the signifiers
And we all fall down slack jawed to marvel at words
While across the sky sheet the impossible birds
In a steady illiterate movement homewards

That is kickass—but I really wonder, what could music possibly add to it? My favorite songs don’t have words that stand on their own. The meaning only comes through when they are sung. Music can make the most banal words break your heart. Music can provide emphasis and color to words that lack poetry by themselves.

I actually have come to realize I prefer non-poetry in lyrics. Maybe it’s because poetry activates a different part of the brain, one that is less receptive of the musical experience. I don’t know. I do know this: I have more and more respect for those infamous Yes lyrics as the years go by; take them for their sonic properties, their connotations, their associative powers, and forget about all straightforward “meaning,” and a song like “And You & I” goes down VERY nicely. Not that this is the only good kind of lyric-writing—it’s an extreme case. I like songs with straight meanings, but I find they focus on aspects of a subject that poetry wouldn’t emphasize. I like Steely Dan a lot, for instance, and I fell that a lot of their 70s stuff had masterful lyrics, but if you just read them they’re really boring. And once you have a handle on the subject, the lyrics never seem to get to the “good part.” But that’s the point, I think.

I actually tend to like Waters the more self-absorbed he got. Sophomoric, fine. But while the song is on, I’m completely with it. “Pigs”—I don’t care, man, fuck yeah, I love hearing Waters abuse the pigs. “Dogs” is totally successful in my opinion: it captures the perfectly appropriate combination of sorrow, aggression, and anxiety. (“Sheep” never quite did it for me though.) The Wall is pretty fucking good too, except that Waters seems to have painted himself into a corner and invented all that preposterous Nazi crap to get out of it. But the raving loony shit is still the best shit. “Vera,” “In The Flesh 2,” and especially “The Trial”—come on, “The Trial” is great shit! Final Cut, okay, there’s a lot of dead weight on there, but a few real nice songs. And his first solo album is actually a real nice album.

Robert Smith, on the other hand, is intolerable when he’s moping. He’s known for being depressed, and Cure fans are known for loving to be depressed—fine, but one day long ago I realized that all those depressing Cure songs SUCK, and the only good Cure is those 6 or 7 really great love songs. You know which ones they are.

Eggnog—Lord of the Rings sucks? (God damn it, I am not defending Lord of the Rings. It’s bad enough that I like jazz and Steely Dan and Joni Mitchell and dinosaur rock—I should have known better than to discuss music on a Seattle forum—but am I the only one who thinks Lord of the Rings is fucking great? Fuck.)


Mr Sparkly Pants

March 28th, 2007, 01:05 PM

Eggnog—Lord of the Rings sucks? (God damn it, I am not defending Lord of the Rings. It’s bad enough that I like jazz and Steely Dan and Joni Mitchell and dinosaur rock—I should have known better than to discuss music on a Seattle forum—but am I the only one who thinks Lord of the Rings is fucking great? Fuck.)

Agent Eggnog I think made the point that he likes Lord of the Rings.

Until of course Frodo makes Eggnog stick his head into a bucket of paint thinner, while conspiring to infect the world with bubonic plaque.


Melle

March 28th, 2007, 01:17 PM

Oh, I thought he was saying The Wall was sooo bad that even Lord of the Rings is better.


eggnog

March 28th, 2007, 01:19 PM

melle, I weakened my case by making it too glaringly absolute and both you and David pounced on that fact and the fault is mine, but the points I have made remain perfectly valid, some of them even highlighted by both of your defenses. I was silent about the lyric David loves and you affirmed, because I don’t think it’s that exciting, truthfully. Before I say my piece to you, please let me repeat, I wouldn’t trade The Wall for the Lord of the Rings, by which I mean, for grand use of the imagination, Tolkien’s work, filled with morality and sweetness and right home understanding of character, surpasses the weight and ugliness of The Wall, which is, like LOTR a grand style gesture.

It’s not likely to be heard as anything but the shrill disharmonic of an enemy of music. Given the history of pious people looking down their noses at rock music, little hope for understanding of someone who once loved rock music and has come to see it very differently from his peers, exists. I used to love Olias of Sunhillow, Peter Sinfield, Genesis. I thought, like you, that the wierd feeling of unmeaning supported by good music had the capacity to transport you to a place that often seemed very emotionally like true home.

What I have learned, however, in a philosophical conclusion is that not all that sounds true is. Similarly, people can be warped by too much exposure to raw anti-intellectualism. What passes for the basics of the street in the notions of the rock reject as common man, the will to power, the brotherhood of narcotics, and so on is no more exciting to me in terms of its corruption than when the army schmoozes with the mob. Why should I get excited about torture just because the cause is John Lennon?

King said don’t murder in my name. I can’t get juiced thinking that the assholes who I gave my soul to growing up would brutally rape deaf Jeannie. That’s just how it is.

You can take your wanker festival starry eyed tripe about how surreal landscapes of textual tapestries absolve original sin or whatever lurks at the root of your hero worship and all I hear is: Sympathy for the Doublecross.

I think poems are more delicious than songs anyway. Maybe I’m just dull, or maybe I’m just more sensitive and don’t need sonic blasts and heil hitlers to validate myself. That nazi stuff from the Wall was right on, by the way. That is the true face of Roger Waters.


Melle

March 28th, 2007, 01:25 PM

Eggnog: I can assure you that, despite my hyperbole, I have been & remain perfectly calm; actually I enjoy this.

Good God, though, I don’t “hero worship” Yes or their lyrics (or any other musicians or their lyrics). Musicians aren’t heroes.

I’m glad you like Lord of the Rings.


poochiekafelnikov

March 29th, 2007, 08:03 AM

met powter at the honey bear bakery about ten years ago…waiting in line, small talk about the stickies and sweets in the glass case…we ended up sharing some pig’s ears and sipping earl grey on the bleachers at the north end of the lake. as a child, rod steiger used to wet her bed during the heat of the night. shouldering the blame, her mother would beat her with a wooden soup spoon, resulting in the much later incorporation of soup during her rough sex romps. preferring dented cans from the wolfgang puck line. I shared my parental-breakup control issues…all the way back to my defecation boycott during my eleventh summer. standing behind my seated hibernian grandmother genevive…I would clench my buttocks together until the urge passed. after eleven days of this shiit strike, ended up pooping in my soapbox derby car; prerace. understand they still occasionally talk about it at the federalsburg regionals. point is, we all have peccadillos and issues; however, most of us have them on a boring human scale…no celebrity, spy, government, or technological involvement…except those trilobites.


Mr Sparkly Pants

March 29th, 2007, 09:08 AM

met powter at the honey bear bakery about ten years ago…waiting in line, small talk about the stickies and sweets in the glass case…we ended up sharing some pig’s ears and sipping earl grey on the bleachers at the north end of the lake. as a child, rod steiger used to wet her bed during the heat of the night. shouldering the blame, her mother would beat her with a wooden soup spoon, resulting in the much later incorporation of soup during her rough sex romps. preferring dented cans from the wolfgang puck line. I shared my parental-breakup control issues…all the way back to my defecation boycott during my eleventh summer. standing behind my seated hibernian grandmother genevive…I would clench my buttocks together until the urge passed. after eleven days of this shiit strike, ended up pooping in my soapbox derby car; prerace. understand they still occasionally talk about it at the federalsburg regionals. point is, we all have peccadillos and issues; however, most of us have them on a boring human scale…no celebrity, spy, government, or technological involvement…except those trilobites.

Weird. I also once had small talk with Susan Powter. She walked by me and a couple friends on a sidewalk in Fremont and she and I made direct eye contact. I just said. “hey it’s you.” She said the same back. Then I mentioned a recent topic of her radio show which had to do with scoring pot for chronic pain. I was actually taken aback by how approachable, “real people,” and funny she was. And what a bootie.


eggnog

March 29th, 2007, 10:06 AM

Pooch and Spark, language can be used to obscure true meaning, or even attempt to find sincere reception that way. I’m just not sure you’re trying to reach me, so.

Melle, I think your capability in providing analysis is gifted enough and wouldn’t want to damage your enthusiasm by being a sourball, but I do have a number of prepared remarks to serve up about this.

People have chronically claimed that I am a schizophrenic for trying to make sense of a foreign sodomist’s dementia. For all the exalted achievements that could be claimed for Pink Floyd, et alia, the mind-scrambling techniques are also well known and fair game for pointed comment if one overcomes the reluctance to criticize their faith. I’m just asking, why should these Gods be immune from charges of misconduct? People defending Lennon, for example, often point out that he was attacked for things that other people might have gotten away with because of his politics, but even though Lennon was a victim, crying victim is an easy way to wriggle out from responsibility. Lennon’s name was used by Peter Gabriel to victimize me.

The reason why I feel that our dialogue has the potential to devolve into a fight for airtime is that when I describe sadism and torture, rape and cruelty unending, you changed channels into commercial paeans for your favorites. I’m glad you aren’t a worshipper, a goosestepper or a rotter in the guise of an enthusiast, which is what I was prepared to call you if you continue carping about the wonder of these men. I would have gone on to say that your proudest achievement is that you are always in the majority. For rebels without a cause, rock fans are sure pack animals.

The Lord of the Rings is great. There has seldom been a moral issue on which I could not count on Tolkien to have summed up brilliantly. There is no hope, said Pippin. Then we must do without hope, said Gandalf is probably my favorite line of all time. About anything. There is a scene at the tower of Orthanc in the chapter, “The Voice of Saruman” about a gathering of men. Next to his silky, insinuating spell Gandalf’s voice appears harsh and gutteral, a passage well worth reading. His short, but mirthful laugh gets the better of Saruman and he denounces the puppetmaster as a jester and consigns him to the company forever of Wormtongue. Nothing make me think of this more than Peter J. Sinfield, the warlock of SONY, an expert at hate crime incitement.

When I think of rock stars I think of ego trips. Caustic interviews. Not social programs.

Roger Daltry. Is he that asshole who sings for The Who? He sneered at the poverty of Woodstock II, that they would never have enough money for him or so I’m told. Woodstock I lost tons of money. It was a cause. Where was generational loyalty then? Rock music is a Lord of the Flies, not a Lord of the Rings undertaking and The Wall proves that sad and scary fact of their legacy. I think there was justice in the scorn of Congress towards Jerry Garcia’s cause to Save the Rainforest.

I’m not trying to exaggerate my significance, but I bear witness to the fact that the people Fripp has championed as administering therapy started AIDS. Why genuflect about it? Weren’t there were Polish Falcons in Leslie Park when Ronnie and Kasper were locking me in a house with the Salk Labs labor team that gassed me? That’s a bit more important than King Crimson egologic, even if Saruman has changed colors again and now has men laughing to death.


Mr Sparkly Pants

March 29th, 2007, 10:41 AM

Pooch and Spark, language can be used to obscure true meaning, or even attempt to find sincere reception that way. I’m just not sure you’re trying to reach me, so.

Eggnog, you have permission to call me “Spark” if you like. You’ve earned it. But as founder, dictator, and flautist of the Association of Poochie Lovers (ASS PIES), I demand that you not refer to poochiekafelnikov as “Pooch.”

This is serious business, and I’m not at all playing with you.


eggnog

March 29th, 2007, 10:47 AM

I was abbreviating, but note your concern.


Melle

March 29th, 2007, 01:09 PM

I’m surprised I didn’t quote “Meddle” earlier.

Oh yeah. The lyrics to “Echoes” are IMO probably the finest poetry Roger Waters ever wrote.

It’s hard for me to be objective about “The Wall.” I have a history with the album that involves drugs, youth and sex. That’s a powerful combination, I don’t need to tell you.

Me too … The Wall was kind of like puberty: you went through it alone, or with a significant other, but it was clear in various ways that tons of other kids were going through it too.

No, “The Wall” is not above reproach. Neither is Tolkein. The quintessential hero’s journey and an anti-hero’s interpersonal journey: I abandoned “high concept” art sometime around 1990. It has its charms; I’ve just come to prefer genuine character detail over sweeping archetypes. I seldom acknowledge the existence of heroes or villains and, consequently, often find their stories tiresome and predictably overblown, reliant on magic in ways that should only ever be discouraged.

Wow. “Reliant on magic”? I don’t know what that means. But again, as with dino rock vs. punk, I see no need to choose between real characters and tall stories. I like both. (Although most Lord of the Rings-type tales happen to suck, except the very old ones.)

You haven’t heard “Milk Eyed Mender?” I recommend it. Those lines are from “This Side of the Blue,” which features a haunting slide guitar part.

I will definitely check it out.

Personally, I often find poetry lacking.

No shit? That really surprises me. You find all poetry lacking? Shakespeare, Milton, Coleridge, Blake?

Cognitive dissonance tends to reconcile itelf. Deliberately obfuscating meaning simply transfers to the consumer the responsibility to create the meaning. Little wonder it feels like true home. The technique can be done well or poorly, but more often the latter, and few can tell the difference anyway.

Are you talking about Yes lyrics? If so, do you really think Jon Anderson was sophisticated enough to “deliberately obfuscate” anything? Don’t you think he was just using words in a typical musician’s rather illiterate way? Anyway, speaking for myself I don’t “create the meaning” to any Yes songs. I don’t really give them a meaning in that sense. I just allow the acoustic and associative properties of the words to function without trying to look for meaning.


eggnog

March 29th, 2007, 02:23 PM

I don’t know how to do the QUOTE thingee you guys do, so I can’t be as pro about my response as I’d like, and I’m crimped for time…but David, you wrote, “Cognitive dissonance tends to reconcile itelf. Deliberately obfuscating meaning simply transfers to the consumer the responsibility to create the meaning” and then later you also wrote, “Deliberate obfuscation of meaning requires no special intelligence or sophistication because it usually comes from a laziness of thought”. I can’t tell whether you regard this as a strategy on the part of the writer to bring the listener into the act of appreciation or whether you are saying that the writer doesn’t know any better, in which case I find it difficult to follow why you think this would lead to a sense of place. (?)

The lyrics I knew by Genesis read things like “chewing through your wimpy dreams they ate without a sound” and by King Crimson things like “spice ice dance chance sickly grin”…not exactly coherent stuff, but pretty heady when put to music. From Yes, I think there was something like, “your time and its news is captured for the Queen to use doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo”. Help me! Pink Floyd was like making all these yawning sounds with their mouths while going “after all you know we’re only ordinary men”, with pretty saxes in the background inducing a sense of living sleep.

I really have to thank you David for the extremely tactful way you handle what you clearly believe schizophrenia. You aren’t trying to take away my rights. You would have made a good student of social work. You have had mental health problems, as your drug use testifies or would be used as in a court of law, yet you are feel and easy going in your admissions. I think that’s great and makes me feel comfortable with you as an intellectual, or, if you prefer the friendlier term, as a peer. You see what I mean about walking around my talking points, but you make it okay with me by an explanation. You aren’t trying to rub my face in the thought of…they did something terrible to you, but I still love them and think “so what?” It’s more like, I find that too difficult to believe to change my view, sorry. I can live with that. When I talked to someone in the Attorney General’s Office she called my experience “horrific”. I think you probably would acknowledge that whatever I went through it must have been pretty bad.

Have you ever tried to write poetry or asked yourself why it is hard for you to find what makes it so unbelievably important to those of us who live by it? I don’t mean to knock the poem you provided, but it was extremely oblique and seemed like an odd example in the context of what you were saying. Could you tell me what that paragraph about sheets of illiterate birds means to you? Maybe you could help me understand how you read a poem and why that particular poem got around your chilly feeling for poetry.

I think the quest for a hero is a little peculiar and that the epic tale is a little old fashioned. I just love Tolkien. Can’t help what we love. Certainly wouldn’t agree with the idea that the search for Superman is more important the work of a real Clark Kent, meaning I favor the press freedoms of our country more than the yearning for Rambo. In this sense, I would certainly put a book like Herbert Agar’s A Time for Greatness ahead of Lord of the Rings in my list of suggested readings. Herbert Agar was the editor of the Southern Review, and his book is a presentation of a true FDR man about the war and the domestic situation of that era. It is addressed to everybody. It is about everybody.

I can hear just a little, David. I honestly try not to remember the songs that are like tattoos.

Melle, I would never doubt that by pouring sardonicism and all his peculiar musical talents into a saccarhine hit job on the psyche of the alienated and strung out Western post-kiddie mindset that Roger Waters fulfilled his goal of making himself appear like some gargantuan intellect, worthy of veneration, and all that MONEY, which is what those assholes live for, not caring a flying f. about anyone else. Inasmuch as I thought Fripp different, he turned out to be shopping for someone like me to take it all out on. Because of my injuries and deafness I can’t coordinate things, not even my paintbrush, in a way to give voice to what I could possibly express. If I could, I have little doubt that I could put together a concept rock album that many people would feel was wonderful. If I became fabulously wealthy as a result, it is possible that I wouldn’t give it to local minority advocacy groups, which is where my heart is. It is possible that I would suck down the martinis and build a swimming pool for the lucky girls I introduce to my band. When questioned about my judgement and dignity, I’d spin out a song about Africa relief. But there is one thing I am absolutely sure of. I would never in a million years attack someone who loved me and rape a girl as piteous already as deaf Jeannie. So just count me out as far as ever taking back my hostility for Pink Floyd.


Melle

March 29th, 2007, 03:51 PM

Invisible forces of darkness and light, good and evil, various big, dramatic stuff that isn’t real. As I said, it has its charms. I just got tired of it and never reacquired a genuine taste for it. I resort to it when I’m in an escapist mood.

OK, getting tired of it is one thing. But what you wrote previously—”reliant on magic in ways that should only ever be discouraged”—bothered me I guess because of the “should.” If it’s an aesthetic “should” the I don’t care, but if it’s moral in some way I would take issue with it …

Here’s a classic example from some of the worst shit Bowie ever wrote: “I catch a paper boy, but things don’t really change, I’m lying in the wind, but I never wave bye bye. But I try.”

It’s a more or less random assembly of words, and if you hear or see them your brain will try to make sense of them because that’s just what brains do. If Bowie meant something specific, he did a terrible job of articulating it. But that’s where it gets deliberate: if he’s vague enough about his random assembly of words, people might not notice that he doesn’t really have anything interesting to say and mistake his words for poetry, or something brilliant even.

Point taken. At that stage in his career I don’t think Bowie had anything to say except “Put half of that in savings, half in checking.”

Granted, it gets much worse than the above example. Take this little doozie from Queensryche: “There’s a place I like to hide, a doorway that I run through in the night.” With lazy construction it’s always with the prepositional phrases: in the night, in the rain, in the wind, in the dark, in the light, blah blah blah. And what are you doing in those things? Running, crying, laughing, dancing? Count on it! And if you’re Morcheeba, be sure to remove all subjects and direct objects from your lyrical constructions so you just have this vague string of verb/predicate constructions. Using gerunds in the subjunctive mood.

Oh christ almighty. Queensryche! The worst fucking lyrics ever. On top of how shitty they read, they don’t even scan with the music. Complete garbage.

Melle, I would never doubt that by pouring sardonicism and all his peculiar musical talents into a saccarhine hit job on the psyche of the alienated and strung out Western post-kiddie mindset that Roger Waters fulfilled his goal of making himself appear like some gargantuan intellect, worthy of veneration, and all that MONEY, which is what those assholes live for, not caring a flying f. about anyone else.

Well, it seems I have to insist to you that I just don’t take any of these rock stars all that seriously. As I said before, they are not heroes of mine; also they do not appear to me to be “gargantuan intellects.” Even when I was 14 I had doubts about their intellect, although I possibly venerated them then to some extent. But these days I mainly just listen to them as an agreeable way to pass a train ride.

They do seem to be pretty commonly infected with the greed virus. Any 60s notions that rock could save a person’s soul died long ago.

Inasmuch as I thought Fripp different, he turned out to be shopping for someone like me to take it all out on. Because of my injuries and deafness I can’t coordinate things, not even my paintbrush, in a way to give voice to what I could possibly express. If I could, I have little doubt that I could put together a concept rock album that many people would feel was wonderful. If I became fabulously wealthy as a result, it is possible that I wouldn’t give it to local minority advocacy groups, which is where my heart is. It is possible that I would suck down the martinis and build a swimming pool for the lucky girls I introduce to my band. When questioned about my judgement and dignity, I’d spin out a song about Africa relief. But there is one thing I am absolutely sure of. I would never in a million years attack someone who loved me and rape a girl as piteous already as deaf Jeannie. So just count me out as far as ever taking back my hostility for Pink Floyd.

OK. I obviously haven’t had your experience, and don’t have the same hostility toward Pink Floyd. But I’m not trying to talk you into liking them or anything.


Melle

March 29th, 2007, 07:20 PM

I frequently merge aesthetic and moral considerations.

Me too. But amoral or immoral art can still attain a pretty high level in my personal judgment.

Lately I’ve been thinking that the high-concept stories of good vs. evil are bad for society. That’s more a moral consideration than an aesthetic one.

Telling stories about right and wrong, good and evil, conditions us to think of the world as conforming to those abstractions, when in fact it does not. Those particular abstractions blunt our intellects from an early age, and it’s difficult to emerge unscathed from underneath them.

At first I thought an adequate response would be: Well, The Lord of the Rings doesn’t really postulate good vs. evil in such black and white terms; the “Dark Lord” isn’t really a character but a force, and his evil influence is treated quite realistically as a corrupting influence on formerly good characters, etc. etc.

Then I remembered all the evil minions, who never display anything but despicable behavior, and thought you might have a point. Does this sort of thing condition people to think of Iraqis, Palestinians, communists, etc. as evil subhumans? It’s worth considering, anyway.

But how can you possibly say that right and wrong are abstractions to which the world doesn’t conform? I don’t accept that at all. There are always extenuating circumstances and understandable motives and so forth, but once all that is accounted for there remain right and wrong choices. For instance, how can you conceive of something being “bad for society” without a conception of genuine right and wrong?

Aesthetically, good/evil fables blunt our creative ability to imagine more interesting stories.

Even if that’s true, it brings in aesthetic concepts I don’t share. I judge the aesthetic value of a story based on my experience reading it, not on any postulated affect it may have on my own attempts to invent stories.

The storytelling paradigm assumes its own religious proportions, and we imagine it (some of us, sometimes) to be the height of the craft rather than merely dominant.

OK, down with the arbitrary dominance of one theme over others. That doesn’t mean perfectly good stories can’t be written on the good vs. evil theme.


Melle

March 30th, 2007, 08:36 AM

Short answer is because I’m a moral relativist in the extreme, with special emphasis on the moral, and that’s what I honestly believe. Semiotically, good and evil are “noise.” Practically, they are convenient abstractions at best, relentlessly bound by time, perception, custom and context. You are well versed in matters philosophical so this isn’t new to you, I know. If that satisfies you, I needn’t post the rather lengthy bit of navel gazing I just moved over to a clipboard in embarrassment.

As long as it’s admitted that any words like “should,” or “bad,” condemning Tolkien’s writing are relentlessly bound in time, perception, custom, and context, I guess I’m cool with it.


Melle

March 31st, 2007, 08:37 AM

Damnit — I had written at length, then hit “refresh” accidentally and lost it all. Now it will have to wait. That is a major failing of how this form operates, though.

Oh shit. I’ve done that. It’s enough to drive a person nuts.

At the same time, I believe there is much to recommend the insight of adept criticism. It is not unkind if it makes someone’s universe a bit larger or more vivid. It is not an act of love to fatten an inexperienced poet on self esteem if their passion is ultimately to serve poetry. Of course, many a critic approaches the craft with a greater love for the craft than for the target of criticism. But such is passion, which isn’t always kind.

On the whole, literary criticism is the best kind of criticism, by far, that I’ve ever read.

This makes sense when you think about it. The people who read insightfully and the people who write well are usually the same people. Whereas the people with a prodigious grasp of sculpture, or music, or photography, can’t necessarily write to save their lives (and usually don’t. The fact is that literary people write most criticism of whatever kind, which is why music and art criticism are usually just the semi-stupid musings of dilletantes who can write).

You’re obviously no dilletante. You should write for … hmmm … Put it this way: in a perfect world, with a perfect Rolling Stone (or Modern Drummer), you’d be in huge demand as a staff writer.


eggnog

March 31st, 2007, 11:01 AM

Since they take a lot of heat themselves, I’m glad that both of you have discovered the fact that literary criticism a very high calling indeed. Like you I have system problems, I have not only lost text, but on this particular weekend have only one hour for a lot of work in the library each day, so this has to be short and this story deserves a truer telling, but I knew a professor at art school who left me with a permanent respect. Roger made a talented girl very upset with a critique and when I scolded him he looked at me harshly, softened and said “I didn’t understand that at all. I liked that girl’s work. It is the ones I pass by who should burst into tears. I lost myself in her work. What are you paying me for? What you kids don’t understand with all the positive reinforcement you are after is…” and I’ve never forgotten what he said next: “the more involved the criticism the higher the compliment”. I realize there is such a thing as destructive criticism and that this position can be taken to justify abuse, but I am absolutely sure that his point is …the point…of the issue.

Your compare of the web as filled with retarded vipers with rubber fangs is hilarious. If you laughed when I spoke of Sexton and Islam, all I can say is that one of my favorite men in the world converts anything that hurts him into a hearty laugh. He has the ultimate thick skin. I don’t, of course, but I take it in stride.

As for my poems, you judge.

The Firefly Song

I have a firefly named iron hammer.

Cross the border to the house next door
prying eyes have seen this before
atheist thing we tried to drown in the lake
keeps company with the snake
Lights Out! On Memory Lane.

Tears fallen
as rosy early waters of years comes cheap
A man of malevolent moods
a woman disheveled
song of the devil.

Bury me in Osaka.

Made for the pleasure of man
in a keepsake box on the streets of shame
there’s been a firefly since time began
I have a firefly named iron hammer.

From the soap of a city
because I didn’t get there in time
she sends me a sign
that sets my soul to shine
I am a firefly about to die.

Bury me in Osaka.

In the West
we sometimes say
Sayonara.

Howdy Doo Like an Angel

It’s too cruel to see
how you have been used
close your eyes
for it seems that way
you can see completely to forever
but no clue appears
as to the author of your pain
no whisper of intuition
no sign no mark on the wall
when you open your eyes
numerous hands, numerous strangers
but nothing betrays the demon in your blood.
Howdy doo like an angel.

City spins around ya
bridges umbrella your head
the garrulous streets
scrape your shoes into rags
your dreams into rubble
as paperdolls pad the pages
of newspaper chairs
seats made of concrete and ashes
howdy doo like an angel.

The book of morality
came laden with firefights
your response time was fast
as the radar of bats
but a big piece of the moon
dropped out of the sky
and fell on you, all dead weight.
Free men are fools
for a luckless fate
howdy doo like an angel.

When it comes to poetry I have a …very…thick skin. So if you want to be a viper with rubber fangs go right ahead. But the confessional mode led to seizures and my arrest on charges that I was an accomplice with men who had kidnapped and tortured me. Decidedly not funny. It also led to the rape of deaf Jeannie by the Taliban responsible.


Melle

April 2nd, 2007, 01:38 PM

Your poetry is strange to me & not really to my taste with its irregular meter, weird punctuation, fragmented sentence structure, etc., but that’s just me. I can see that it might be a good thing of its kind, and its meanings intrigue me.

I should say flat out that I don’t grasp any clear meaning to “Firefly Song.” David seems to have nailed it; I don’t know enough about WWII to agree or disagree with him. The most fascinating lines in the poem for me are: Made for the pleasure of man/in a keepsake box on the streets of shame/there’s been a firefly since time began. If David is right and the firefly is a war plane, the metaphor in these 3 lines is surprising and will take me awhile to digest.

Because of what you’ve written before, I thought at first that “Howdy Do” was about your friend Jeannie, but during my first read-through I changed my mind; I think it’s a self-portrait. One thing was nice: the second stanza made me think of one place, vividly and completely: Pittsburgh, PA. I hope that’s the right place.


Ballard Pimp

April 2nd, 2007, 02:00 PM

To those for whom schaedenfreude (malicious gloating) is just a word, Peter Gabriel is a hero.

Oh, boy!

Nitpicking grammarians are not viewed with favor most anyplace, but I do have to pick this nit, since the OP chose to use the German word.

German is the only spoken language other than English about which I know anything, and I have to come to the defense of Schadenfreude. Forgive my lack of an umlaut over the “a”.

I studied German because I wanted to understand evil.

While fluency in German is not essential to understanding evil, it helps.

The word does not mean “malicious gloating”. A much more accurate translation would be “the joy we take in the misfortunes of others.”

Just like Eskimoes allegedly have many words for “snow”, and we have about fifty for “rain”, so our German cousins have many for the nuances of evil.

“Malicious” would be “bose” with the umlaut over the “o”.

“Mere wickedness” would probably be “Schlechheit”.

“Schaden”, the noun, would literally translate as “badness”, but in the sense of, “Oh, isn’t that just too damnned bad.”

We have a lot of words for things with which we are very familiar.


Melle

April 2nd, 2007, 07:01 PM

I have never met anyone who understood Firefly Song, in all likelihood, I never will. I’m not even sure I want to. Those likely to understand it best are people I would want to socialize with least.

Eggnog, did you miss David Summerlin’s responses to your poems? Scroll back a few.


Melle

April 3rd, 2007, 12:56 PM

I assume he read them, Melle, because he wrote: “I won’t say that David is dead wrong, because he is on the right track with many of his comments, just that I read Firefly Song very differently.”

OK, duh, I don’t know how I missed that.

eggnog: My comment about irregular meter was more about “Firefly Song” than “Howdy Doo.” Actually, “Howdy Doo” has a nice rhythm to my ears, and so do the 2 poems you’ve posted since.

“Irises” doesn’t have what I would call regular meter, but its steady trochaic inflection makes it feel like it’s all flowing gracefully downhill. I really like it; it made me happy reading it. I find a theme in it quite similar to the Joanna Newsome lines that David posted, but it’s stated in a much happier way, much more sedately, I guess because it’s about the meanings painted rather than written, seen rather than spoken, etc.

“Nickel and Dime Renegades” is very cool, but I don’t really get it. Its lines still pack a punch when I read them though. Seems like a song. You don’t write music? This and “Firefly Song” (for totally different reasons) seem like song lyrics to me.


poochiekafelnikov

April 4th, 2007, 09:35 AM

I think familiarity with my work puts these poems in context and makes them a little less intimidating.

duchamp said basicly the same thing on the floor of the armory

he would also have potato chips brought in by covered wagon from saratoga springs weekly along with mennonite-brewed birch beer from intercourse, pa


Ballard Pimp

October 23rd, 2009, 12:34 PM

. . . what if poochie is Peter Gabriel?

Koo-koo ka chew…

…or what if Peter Gabriel is poochie?


eggnog

October 23rd, 2009, 01:15 PM

Again, Butchie Harcourt, I didn’t bother to read it, but go fuck yourself.


eggnog

July 16th, 2007, 08:18 PM

:o Let’s have a special subconscious performance to prove the excellence of the Taliban, sneered Oliver Stone.

To cover their defeat in Superior Court in a recent review of the heart poison crime I am trying to recuperate from, Oliver Stone ran a Gong Li scrambler. Did you see her recent film? Same theme. Because I report such things dutifully, it did a lot of harm as an act of disintelligence espionage, but not everyone is totally naive about Stone, after 911, no one can afford to be. His play on Midori and assassination of John Heinz (which led to the death of Princess Diana) pretty much gave me the picture and that was a long time ago. When the aVelvet Revolution killed Heinz, it was an endorsement for feudal politics by selective assassination. That it was done in the name of a Japanese woman, Midori Goto, is hardly surprising, coming from the Clinton/Bush celebrity superstate. Stone so wanted to demonstrate Logo-Rapine as catharsis that facts were incidental in Operation: Medicine Man.

Does it surprise you that the people closest to the carrot tape in Pittsburgh were named McVeigh and Lieberman? It should and it shouldn’t. The pathological dimension of Oliver Stone is beyond belief.

The coward Fripp slithers, “Jimmy was sniffin’ and threat to rape ole Leslie”.

Some of the people very close to me right now have a super-casual attitude about heart poison crime, which doesn’t make me feel very secure in town, but for all the laugh it provided Oliver Stone, Emerald House, Patsy, a couple of my brothers, maybe an unknown friend somewhere, will be real sad when Oxford University’s Sigma Nu Fraternity finishes what they started and note how slanderous Paul McCartney was every step of the way.

I’ve just been warning people that Yoko Ono and Oliver Stone are violently mentally ill and truly depraved and they exercise power like no group ever has done before here; in their methods of cruelty, harassment, hate crime, agency and assassination, they are worse than Stasi or the CIA and far more disturbing on the plain of institutionality. To say they disregard Civil Rights makes a mockery of the idea that they even know what Civil Rights are or who they are for. Yoko Ono is a form of brutle molestre and corruptiona that makes most racist police precincts look like mother’s milk. They have anyone who want to, from Timothy McVeigh to Jose Lopez, acting out any wierd mental reflex for the art of revenge that comes to mind, because that’s how they convict Jimmy and that’s what the Taliban means: that intuition is sacred and a God of War.

Do any of you so-called intelligent and progressive people, so enamored of Christopher Hitchens even bother to read what Robert Fripp is really on about? Didn’t think so.

Evil wedded to cowardice is a truly hoary molotov. Even by the standards of European Revolutions, the Taliban Arts Council founded by Amanda Harcourt to cooperate with Reagan through Alternative Conflict Resolution at Carnegie Mellon (lie after lie after lie) are disgusting and worthless.

Yousou N’dour can gibber and gnash his teeth until hell warms up, but the truth remains. Reagan read Spike Lee’s penis like a book in Crooklyn. I wonder how many gook kids Oliver Stone did it to themselves’d during his tour of active duty?

Me shall Lubin


Dr_Awesome

July 16th, 2007, 09:20 PM

I wonder how many gook kids Oliver Stone did it to themselves’d during his tour of active duty?

Well, we all wonder that! Welcome to the club!


Dee Snarl

July 17th, 2007, 12:39 PM

So what’s “heart poison crime” again?


Dr_Awesome

July 17th, 2007, 04:58 PM

The latest album of half-baked pop crap by Ann and Nancy Wilson?


Rain Monkey

July 17th, 2007, 08:11 PM

The latest album of half-baked pop crap by Ann and Nancy Wilson?

No, don’t start talking trash about my girls, Ann and Nancy. I probably wouldn’t recognize them on the street. But I will always love those rocker-chicks. My older sister had a boyfriend who drove a Barracuda, and he would have “Barracuda” cranked when he drove up to the house. Then he would smoke the tires leaving. I wanted to grow up just like him.


eggnog

July 17th, 2007, 08:18 PM

The coward Fripp for a long age of rock history has gotten away with crime after crime under cover of a paranoid diagnosis and has left his treacher tracks at every scene.

I spent a terrifying Spring in and out of the Emergency Room at Harborview Hospital because of the onset of supraventricular tachycardia caused by wrongful medication pressed upon me when I was vulnerable from severe trauma.

I will be on heart medicine for the rest of my life and never again able to taste Granpapi’s orange juice, which is what I called grapefruit juice as a child, because of its dangerous reaction to the necessary meds.

Gabriel operates from Hidden Pun. He sent in Evangelia Karmas and Ruzyne Murdaca (Alia and Rosa) before raping deaf Jeannie near St. Rosalia. Grapefruit was the name of Yoko Ono’s first book with Lennon.

And that is only two of the beastialities of these berzerkers to whom I reported child torture when they claimed to be from Amnesty International.

I find it odd that people who accuse me of making up stories, sneer at reports of a deaf girl’s rape and a deaf man being poisoned in the heart, but then, I’m not surprised. I understand how the coward Fripp operates.


Ballard Pimp

July 17th, 2007, 08:37 PM

My older sister had a boyfriend who drove a Barracuda, and he would have “Barracuda” cranked when he drove up to the house.

“‘Cuda”, RM. It was a ‘Cuda.


eggnog

July 17th, 2007, 09:18 PM

Do you have tasty toenails, B.P.?


Mr Sparkly Pants

July 18th, 2007, 07:42 AM

“‘Cuda”, RM. It was a ‘Cuda.

Barracudas were a Mopar product. Guys who drove Mopars where I grew up:

1. Had no friends except maybe a neighborhood fat kid who held the flashlight
2. Had concealed carry permits
3. Hated black people and anyone they imagined was a homo
4. Worked at auto parts stores and built Mopar cars. Did nothing else.
5. Ate only McDonald’s, never BK or Wendy’s
6. Had more vaginal-centric Hustler centerfolds on the walls of their garages than what seemed “normal.”
7. Unless she was his Mom or worked a McDonald’s take out window, had no interaction with females
8. Refered to anyone they didn’t like (which was most people) as “faggot.”
9. Liked Ted Nugent, country music, or Oldies radio
10. Lived with parents well into their 20s, sometimes 30s
11. Had absolutely no sense of humor and always seemed pissed off
12. Chainsmoked cigarettes but were antagonistic toward people who smoked pot
13. Especially hated other guys who built Mopar
14. Always had the fastest and ugliest cars


Misty Brown

July 18th, 2007, 08:07 AM

When I was a waitress at a low-key deli, I served Robert Fripp a salad. He asked for blue cheese dressing and extra croutons. He seemed nice.


TheDude

July 18th, 2007, 08:12 AM

Barracudas were a Mopar product. Guys who drove Mopars where I grew up:

1. Had no friends except maybe a neighborhood fat kid who held the flashlight
2. Had concealed carry permits
3. Hated black people and anyone they imagined was a homo
4. Worked at auto parts stores and built Mopar cars. Did nothing else.
5. Ate only McDonald’s, never BK or Wendy’s
6. Had more vaginal-centric Hustler centerfolds on the walls of their garages than what seemed “normal.”
7. Unless she was his Mom or worked a McDonald’s take out window, had no interaction with females
8. Refered to anyone they didn’t like (which was most people) as “faggot.”
9. Liked Ted Nugent, country music, or Oldies radio
10. Lived with parents well into their 20s, sometimes 30s
11. Had absolutely no sense of humor and always seemed pissed off
12. Chainsmoked cigarettes but were antagonistic toward people who smoked pot
13. Especially hated other guys who built Mopar
14. Always had the fastest and ugliest cars

15. Their ass crack was almost always visible.


Mr Sparkly Pants

July 18th, 2007, 08:42 AM

He asked for blue cheese dressing and extra croutons.

Well, duh. Of course: extra croutons

“torture.”


Misty Brown

July 18th, 2007, 12:24 PM

Well, duh. Of course: extra croutons

“torture.

My god.
Why didn’t I see it at the time? And I served him the salad! I SERVED HIM THE SALAD.

What have I done?


eggnog

July 18th, 2007, 10:20 PM

It seems to me rather odd that a person who rises to the level of Administrator anywhere in any capacity can do so without an element of self-respect or common decency. That you mistake your misused wit for humor is scary. It reminds me of the people who admired Nancy Reagan because of her acid comebacks.

It’s common knowledge that Robert Fripp and Peter Sinfield are expert at encryption. It is also common knowledge that victims of severe trauma suffer profoundly from psychological triggers.

What better way is there to hide acts of sadism towards a victim of trauma than to trigger outbursts that then allow your vanguard to spit and jeer?

That such a practice is directed at two deaf people, one tortured as a child, one a child when raped, is amazing. That it came from a group of people who claimed to be Amnesty International makes the use of the word Administrator in this capacity just another example of someone playing dress up from the truly and frighteningly sick among the Ruling Class of the Local Beautiful People.


Rain Monkey

July 18th, 2007, 10:57 PM

Barracudas were a Mopar product. Guys who drove Mopars where I grew up:

1. Had no friends except maybe a neighborhood fat kid who held the flashlight
2. Had concealed carry permits
3. Hated black people and anyone they imagined was a homo
4. Worked at auto parts stores and built Mopar cars. Did nothing else.
5. Ate only McDonald’s, never BK or Wendy’s
6. Had more vaginal-centric Hustler centerfolds on the walls of their garages than what seemed “normal.”
7. Unless she was his Mom or worked a McDonald’s take out window, had no interaction with females
8. Refered to anyone they didn’t like (which was most people) as “faggot.”
9. Liked Ted Nugent, country music, or Oldies radio
10. Lived with parents well into their 20s, sometimes 30s
11. Had absolutely no sense of humor and always seemed pissed off
12. Chainsmoked cigarettes but were antagonistic toward people who smoked pot
13. Especially hated other guys who built Mopar
14. Always had the fastest and ugliest cars

This pretty much hits all the high points of my former brother-in-laws personality.

He’s now involved with the militia groups. (I wish I could have just made that up, but it would be over the top if it wasn’t true.)


Ballard Pimp

July 19th, 2007, 12:06 AM

6. Had more vaginal-centric Hustler centerfolds on the walls of their garages than what seemed “normal.”

I have never read a better description of that phenomenon, Sparkly Pants.


Monkeyfist

July 19th, 2007, 01:46 PM

Barracudas were a Mopar product. Guys who drove Mopars where I grew up:

12. Chainsmoked cigarettes but were antagonistic toward people who smoked pot

12a. if didn’t smoke cigarettes, chewed skoal (bandits of course) or “The Cope” religiously…


eggnog

July 19th, 2007, 04:02 PM

I must recant the statement that the Superior Court affirmed the merits of my case in dismissing my case without prejudice; rather the Court left open the prospect of a future ruling on its merits. My assumption was less based on the fact that the Judge allowed the unusual submission of a few comments about the merits of the case in a hearing concerning my dereliction of procedure than it was on a simple misunderstanding caused by the fact that Harborview specifically asked for a dismissal with prejudice based on the claim that the case had merits none. As a consequence I believed that Judge Lum’s refusal to grant dismissal with prejudice was based on his skepticism that Harborview could sustain the allegation that the case had no merit.

While regreting the error, I find it unnecessary to concede fault for the reasons named.

I was aware that Judge Lum was not technically ruling on the merits of the case, by my misconstruction was based on the reality of what transpired in the courtroom and not deliberately misleading in bad faith.

Please accept this humble retraction.


aidil

March 16th, 2008, 12:58 PM

Barracudas were a Mopar product. Guys who drove Mopars where I grew up:

1. Had no friends except maybe a neighborhood fat kid who held the flashlight
2. Had concealed carry permits
3. Hated black people and anyone they imagined was a homo
4. Worked at auto parts stores and built Mopar cars. Did nothing else.
5. Ate only McDonald’s, never BK or Wendy’s
6. Had more vaginal-centric Hustler centerfolds on the walls of their garages than what seemed “normal.”
7. Unless she was his Mom or worked a McDonald’s take out window, had no interaction with females
8. Refered to anyone they didn’t like (which was most people) as “faggot.”
9. Liked Ted Nugent, country music, or Oldies radio
10. Lived with parents well into their 20s, sometimes 30s
11. Had absolutely no sense of humor and always seemed pissed off
12. Chainsmoked cigarettes but were antagonistic toward people who smoked pot
13. Especially hated other guys who built Mopar
14. Always had the fastest and ugliest cars

She must have had a rough childhood. She should try going to a trauma recovery center (http://www.casapalmera.com/trauma), to have a check. It wouldn’t hurt. :)


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Meat Weapon

July 18th, 2007, 12:38 PM

Goodbye y’all


TheDude

July 18th, 2007, 12:42 PM

I’m inclined to agree.


Melle

July 18th, 2007, 01:21 PM

Yeah, come on, man. That sucks.


Mr Sparkly Pants

July 18th, 2007, 01:37 PM

If you guys leave, I’m also outta here.

Great. I have no idea now what I’ll do to goof off at “work.”

DON’T LEAVE YOU BASTARDS.

Mr Sparkly Pants is on record to say that eggnog does not deserve to have his thread deleted. He’s weird ‘n stuff, but eggnog is a good egg in my book.


Nan

July 18th, 2007, 02:26 PM

Hey there. I deleted Eggnog’s post, and here’s why.
I had asked him in a private message to cool off a bit. I don’t mind any content at all, as long as it’s on topic and doesn’t go over the edge with threatening or hateful language. I felt like his last post was entering threatening territory- especially since he was singling out people on this board.
Having someone who seems unhinged write about you would be unnerving- and I’ve noticed that BP isn’t posting much. I wouldn’t either if I felt singled out by someone like Eggnog.
So there you have it. I hope you’ll all stick around, including Eggnog.


eggnog

July 18th, 2007, 03:22 PM

Controlling and burned out psychiatrists always use the word “threat” as a convenience for 302′ing someone. Such people jump at any excuse to employ such a word and seldom care less about the rights of their patients.

To suggest that I am out to hurt any of you is so beyond the remove that I can barely stand it.

Did you at least have time to read my post regarding that I think well of you, David? I don’t think I retain a copy, but be assured, I was not picking on you. I think well of you.


Dr_Awesome

July 18th, 2007, 08:40 PM

…So there you have it. I hope you’ll all stick around, including Eggnog.

If so, may we please have the ignore function enabled? I’ve asked before, and I’m asking again. Most other Intarweb forums have the ignore function, and its judicious use keeps me sane.


Ballard Pimp

July 18th, 2007, 08:41 PM

Hey there. I deleted Eggnog’s post, and here’s why.
I had asked him in a private message to cool off a bit. I don’t mind any content at all, as long as it’s on topic and doesn’t go over the edge with threatening or hateful language. I felt like his last post was entering threatening territory- especially since he was singling out people on this board.

I note that you and I have similar moderating standards for two such hipsters as we who have never met. David, eggnog, and whoever else has concern in this area, might note that those were my concerns in raising the issue with eggnog: Hijacking threads is plain bad manners, and off-topic posting is a form of hijacking. Spreading threads on the same topic across a variety of forums is just bad manners. If you want to participate in an unmoderated flame war, you can visit freerepublic.com or totse.com.

Having someone who seems unhinged write about you would be unnerving- and I’ve noticed that BP isn’t posting much. I wouldn’t either if I felt singled out by someone like Eggnog.
So there you have it. I hope you’ll all stick around, including Eggnog.

I haven’t been posting much because that disgusting thing, RL, has been keeping me busy and away from my true love here at the lighted screen. I make no threats to depart, though I may die from boredom…


Rain Monkey

July 18th, 2007, 10:46 PM

Um, Nan, maybe you didn’t notice, but I posted a thread proposing that we should hang the President of the United States by the neck until dead. What the heck do I gotta do to get 86′ed outta this dive.

Say, boys and girls, as someone pointed out to me when I posted a rant here about the wikipedia removing some content (an article listing songs that make reference to other musicians), publishing content on the internet is cheap, but not free. So if you want to have access to a free press, you need to own the printing press.

Now I feel like I’m on pretty good terms with the old eggnog. But if they want to make rules and stuff, someone is paying the bills here and it sure ain’t me.


Ballard Pimp

July 18th, 2007, 11:45 PM

Um, Nan, maybe you didn’t notice, but I posted a thread proposing that we should hang the President of the United States by the neck until dead. What the heck do I gotta do to get 86′ed outta this dive.

RainMonkey, you have made my point better than I could. No one is censoring content. eggnog has certainly had ample opportunity to make whatever points he thought he had; and he has done so over and over and over and over. In the past moderators have stepped in to restrict rather extravagant use of post design, and the various petty flame wars, these forums are moderated primarily for spam, or for activities which detract from general enjoyment of the forums.


Rhode Islander

July 19th, 2007, 03:45 AM

The point of this thread is to illustrate that eggnog is a member in good standing among members in good standing.

And yet, Nan’s point is well taken. Beyond Eggnog’s eccentricities, one could clearly see how a moderator could interpret his post about threatening someone who posts here. That goes beyond mere insult. It may or may not go beyond rodomontade, but any responsible moderator will draw the line at implied threats. That’s just part of a good moderator’s responsibilities to the rest of the participants.

As for Eggnog: post away, but seriously? Dadaism is a sport best left to the professionals.


Rain Monkey

July 19th, 2007, 07:08 AM

I did not see the offending post, so I am responding to the debate about it.

But it seems to me that watching for internet stalking and the potential for a communication to represent a threat of violence or intimidation is not just in the realm of a privilege enjoyed by the host of the site (as is the case in choosing to deny spammers web space) but something that would be viewed as the minimum obligation of a reasonably prudent person hosting a web forum.

That is to say that if I was offering a forum on the internet, and some visitor was making statements that I felt communicated a threat to themselves or others, I might be liable if I failed to take action.

Further, within the area of the privilege of the host, if a guest makes the space unpleasant for other guests, then the gracious host might just deny them access.

As far as censorship, I have a blog of my own where I can write at length. I just like hanging out on the Strangers space because nobody comes to visit me at my own blog. But the freedom of speach without concern for civility is out there in the in the vast empty space of unexploited bandwidth.


scourge

July 20th, 2007, 07:48 AM

Power corrupts.


eggnog

July 20th, 2007, 07:53 AM

I’m not kicked out. I’ve just been advised to keep to topic.


Nan

July 20th, 2007, 08:06 AM

Eggnog- It’s not even about sticking to topic. I personally don’t mind thread hijacks as long as they remain civil and entertaining.
It was singling out a forum member with threatening and accusatory language that made me remove the thread.
The Stranger Forums are a rough and tumble place, but they have to feel safe for everyone.


Mr Sparkly Pants

July 20th, 2007, 09:58 AM

I today proclaim myself King.

As Your King I Say:

Anyone who’s been here a while, and is established as consistently non-disruptive, writes well, is interesting – should be able to do whatever they like.


eggnog

July 20th, 2007, 01:18 PM

Why are you not faulting her for deleting my thread, David? That makes it wrong on two counts. Nan, could you quote the threat you claim and how it made Ballard Pimp unsafe? Do I even know who he is? Is the vibe so pungent that it evinces a hatred so poignant that Zeus can only be expected to bring down karma? And what is your grounds for thinking it okay to delete me, man? I don’t know who you are anymore.

At Carnegie Mellon there was a public bulletin board and I asked a hacker in the admittedly private lounge to let me use a guest computer for a second to publish a public message and he said, (his Leon Redbone beard a’quivver) “I don’t know if that’s (pregnant pause)…cool”.

What could be cooler than printing the whole text of my letter to Leslie Katz right here and write now and stop beating around the Bush justifying illegal actions and unprovoked hate crimes over my god given right to send a farewell letter to an unrequited sweetheart!


scourge

July 20th, 2007, 02:47 PM

[sing-songy] Someone’s got a martyr complex.


eggnog

July 20th, 2007, 03:41 PM

I see what you’re saying. She thought I was just roughing up Ballard Pimp on my own initiative and didn’t think there’d be any great harm in just exercising a snip action. It’s not the same thing as chronic enforcement of suppression and I concede that.

Any chance we can discuss Martyr Complex as a term, sweeties? I mean, the allegation has a long history in my family.


scourge

July 20th, 2007, 04:13 PM

eggnog just has a way of going on and on about being deleted, that’s all. He even started to turn on you over a perceived lack of some support.

I don’t see you as a martyr, David.


eggnog

July 20th, 2007, 04:31 PM

Fool. I didn’t “turn on” anyone. David explicitly stated that he could understand why Nan deleted my posts and I thought it was strange that someone campaigning for my right to post would change direction that way. You have a wormtongue, scourge. Is that why you chose your name? Huhn? Conscious irony or something?

Frankly, I don’t know how the term “marytr complex” came to be applied to my older sister Jane, David, and it’s a little bit personal going there with a “do tell” attached, but I will do my best, since glasnost has been the basis of my career, often though it has been coerced.

I think there was a certain amount of moaning going on about why me during my sister’s political career. She ran for office and was in Another Mother For Peace for a long time. She took a lot out on her son Steven, as my own mother took a lot out on me.

I assume the term martyr complex, if it was meant to apply to you, David, which is what I thought, too, was being misused to taunt you with the idea, as I read it, that you were kissing up to me.

In so far as it might be misused with respect to me, it would be the usual taunt about being tortured as a child, being viciously abused, tortured, interrogated, driven into homelessness, lied to and about shamelessly, having my life, time and the fruit of my labor stolen, being double-crossed, subject to vigilantee mobbism and hatred, poisoned in the heart, having my loved one raped, isn’t really all that sinister, after all, I wrote a love letter in farewell to someone who secretly hated me all the time she was constructing her monologue in my bedroom.

So, do kiss off.


scourge

July 20th, 2007, 04:54 PM

Did I use the term incorrectly?

What do you call someone who wants to be martyred and sees themselves as one. Constantly.

Yours truly,
Wormtongue

ps:
[/QUOTE=eggnog]David explicitly stated that he could understand why Nan deleted my posts and I thought it was strange that someone campaigning for my right to post would change direction that way.[/QUOTE]

So you turned on him.

For what its worth, I haven’t seen any posts by you that I thought should be censored.

Payce.


eggnog

July 20th, 2007, 05:02 PM

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martyr_complex

I enjoy arriving at a definition, so have to thank you for prodding me towards one, whether intentionally or inadvertently.

No I did not turn on him. I called bullshit on him because I thought his contradiction was brazen, but it ended up that there was an explanation. You make an assumption. You seem to think that if David had said, “yes, take down his posts at will, eggnog is an insufferable dweeb” that I would have condemned him and been infuriated. I would have suspended judgement, thinking, perhaps, he had a motive I did not understand. Only because I have some background now.

Turning on somebody means really meaning them harm. I did not “turn” on Robert Fripp. Robert Fripp is a ferocious liar and an assailant from whom I am demanding Protection From Abuse. Nor was I “turned on” by “Brother Kasper” who brutally tortured me and forced me to use inhalants so that I would be gassed in a Jewish parable. KC egologic, not public safety, is what rules the mind of the coward Fripp. He is in a rampage for property rights and uses victims in victim on victim gladiator sports.

“What you students don’t understand with all your demand for positive reinforcement is that the more involved the criticism the higher the compliment”. Roger Anliker, Tyler Art School.

You’re obviously a nice person. I have nothing against you. Thank you for being nice to me.


eggnog

July 20th, 2007, 07:45 PM

The 2007 Mariners team is really pretty scrappy. As of today they are more or less tied for first place.


Ballard Pimp

July 20th, 2007, 10:46 PM

That’s where this whole thing started. There was nothing uncivil about it until Ballard Pimp stepped in and drew an arbitrary line in the sand and dared Eggnog to step over it.

The text is recoverable, David. Do you want to argue the civility of referring to another poster as “asshole”?


eggnog

July 20th, 2007, 10:52 PM

aw, will you pout?


Melle

July 21st, 2007, 08:53 AM

While we have a lot of heated language in the fora, people are generally pretty cool about avoiding directly confrontational personal attacks, and when they cross a boundary they get censured or censored.

Holy shit! I’ve done quite a bit of that. OK, I’ve only done it in retaliation for being called, like, a Hussein supporter or a Big Tobacco employee, and only when the charge has been repeated & repeated after I’ve reasonably denied it. But still. I didn’t realize I was crossing a line.


eggnog

July 21st, 2007, 09:00 AM

I dispute this. The history of Ballard Pimp is clear. His agenda is to deride the fact that Robert Fripp’s coalition executed the rape of deaf Jeannie in revenge for John Lennon’s murder. There were letters of evidence planted on my house.

To justify betraying my testimony to Amnesty International regarding child torture, the coward Fripp claimed I was never tortured. He eagerly contacted Oliver Stone and Martin Sheen who came in on a slander-finding mission on behalf of the men who tortured me who they optioned for Hollywood.

Reagan was excited. His plan worked. Fripp went so far as to alibi those who released AIDS. Every detail confirms it. Consider just one. When they locked me into a house from the inside with one of the men who tortured me it was at a party organized by the architect who helped Louis Kahn build the Salk Research Labs, one of the only labs capable of creating HIV. That’s just one, peripheral detail, that illustrates the fact that the coward Fripp was so lustful for the prospect of Lennon gold that he could call stolen and then confederate with to sell his evil, slinking KC religion that he would accomplice Reagan in a horror atrocity.

Enter Ballard Pimp: Jeering at me and heckling me, and sneering at me about the rape of A MENTALLY RETARDED DEAF GIRL WHO HAS EPILEPSY (m.r.d.g.w.h.e.). Now get that through your fat hat, bro. I don’t usually call people assholes, but let me site a precedent you might be able to relate to.

When Zappa did his famous speaking tour, I asked him publicly, “What would you call someone who deliberately mutated a lethal strain of a lamb brain’s virus?” He replied, “I would call such a one ASSHOLE”.

So, am I still beyond the pale? If so, kick me out of your time-consuming, draining, morally frightening, tedious FORUMS page, I’ll be glad to go. Otherwise, expect the truth and judgements that accord.


eggnog

July 21st, 2007, 09:14 AM

I was engaging in hyperbole. You ought to keep in mind, sir, friend of my life, that you are talking to someone who literally cannot imagine why anyone would commit an act of violence A and B think it is common knowledge around here that I Ballard Pimp and I wouldn’t know each other to see from Alpha. So, when I said “kick my face in” I just meant that is how it feels when someone levels at me abuse about the rape of my girlfriend.


eggnog

July 21st, 2007, 09:31 AM

I’ll do my best to be tactful, but you also have to have normal responses sometimes and in an abnormal situation, normal responses look abnormal when seen out of context.

There was, by the way, nothing hyperbole about my use of the word “torture” about child abduction and brutality, nightmare abuse, and sadism that cost us our home and me my whole future in gradeschool.


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Isn’t that what y’all is drivin’ at?


TheDude

July 20th, 2007, 02:03 PM

Isn’t that what y’all is drivin’ at?

I don’t think it existed before 911.


Dee Snarl

July 20th, 2007, 02:20 PM

Details, details…


Monkeyfist

July 20th, 2007, 02:25 PM

Homeland security wsan’t a thought before 911. But they did have all thier other vessels of budget flooding tyrants.


eggnog

July 20th, 2007, 04:39 PM

yeah, but like, before they was the grateful dead they wuz the wizards and that


Monkeyfist

July 23rd, 2007, 10:02 AM

yeah, but like, before they was the grateful dead they wuz the wizards and that

Actually that would be the Warlocks, and that was just a few of the founding members of the the dead. Check out Signpost for the New Space, it’s got the whole story.

And I digress, I shoudn’t say they weren’t thinking about it, implementing it that is. But they didn’t have as green a light before 911 to re-instate the McCarthy Era. But to suggest that they orchestrated 911? I don’t think our current administration has the moxy to pull something like that off.


TheDude

July 23rd, 2007, 10:26 AM

But to suggest that they orchestrated 911? I don’t think our current administration has the moxy to pull something like that off.

I wish I could agree…

eggnog

July 20th, 2007, 04:37 PM

I know of at least four very excellent Chinatown bakeries and am delighted that they haven’t been discovered by Capitol Hill (tee-hee).


Melle

July 20th, 2007, 05:59 PM

You’re not supposed to say “Chinatown” anymore in Seattle. Today, it’s known as “Oriental-Land.”


eggnog

July 20th, 2007, 06:09 PM

Not really, but the question of whether to call it Chinatown or not is in dispute. I mean, if you’re allying yourself with people who deny that neuro-trauma was used to go way beyond just misconditioned reflexes in totalling a deaf white suck for the purpose of justifying torture by causing brain attack seizures in involuntary trauma (impacted viturperative disorder) as an illustration of demonic possession on behalf of a drama department allied to neuro-behavioral research who claimed that their actual strategic racism was dramatic license in order to queer bait, then you’re in sync, man, with the Oliver Stone jang jamboree. Ah, ah, ah, queerball was sniffin’ drove reckless at Kelly, mang.


eggnog

July 20th, 2007, 06:13 PM

I mean, the furious political correctness quibble over my supposedly so perilous impurities of character are the effete game at work instituted by Celine Dion and Midori to cover Fripp’s accomplice. That’s just how it is. Ming Na Wen is a heroine in Chinatown. I didn’t expect to last this long. Radio KKK were in fact functioning for organized racism, as was Ming Na Wen. My first attempt at a poetry book, “The Faggothater”, about Patrick Buchanan, was conscious irony. See the difference? Ming is gambling that even if you do, you’ll say you don’t.


eggnog

July 20th, 2007, 06:15 PM

rapin’ korean retardo taint neven make ole’ queerball an honorary queer, NOW, muh huggy!@


eggnog

July 20th, 2007, 07:51 PM

ming’s faction is the one bringing graffitti like “i smell metal in the air tonite” into chinatown


eggnog

July 21st, 2007, 09:26 PM

Look at this. He puts my Chinatown Bakeries thread in Politics. Talk about harassment.


eggnog

July 22nd, 2007, 10:59 AM

To be truthful, I think that the discovery of Chinatown by the intellectual frauds who habituate listlessly in Cap Hill would be a wonderful and welcome change for everybody concerned. I, for one, welcome you with open arms. Some of the bakeries are obscure and hard to find, but well worth the discovery in terms of taste and idiom.


poochiekafelnikov

July 24th, 2007, 05:59 PM

do enjoy chinese sweet treats, make frequent trips to van’s eastside as i think these bakeries are superior to ours. that being said, have recently discovered the bagged-world of asian gelly candies, deriving a lot of enjoyment from them. really like the individually wrapped ones, particularly the melon, mango, and passions fruit ones. they sure are palate pleasers.


Ballard Pimp

July 24th, 2007, 08:41 PM

do enjoy chinese sweet treats, make frequent trips to van’s eastside as i think these bakeries are superior to ours. that being said, have recently discovered the bagged-world of asian gelly candies, deriving a lot of enjoyment from them. really like the individually wrapped ones, particularly the melon, mango, and passions fruit ones. they sure are palate pleasers.

Good place, poochie. It isn’t fashionable to admit this, but Uwajimaya has a huge and varied selection of all flavors of jellied candies. Including mackrel, if I recall correctly.


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think it rather obvious that a vile police psychiatrist capable of contracting a woman to become engaged to a poet for the purpose of violation and intimate defamation; and who would then rape a retarded deaf girl while claiming it was necessary to avert nuclear war in the name of National Security over the AIDS epidemic is highly unlikely to respect internet privacy, so rather than be at the mercy of Martin Sheen’s blackmail, I’m offering to discuss being a Japanese-porno junkie.


Kristafarian

August 19th, 2007, 09:38 AM

:confused:
Confuseus say: Japanese make porn?


Rhode Islander

August 19th, 2007, 09:49 AM

:confused:
Confuseus say: Japanese make porn?
Does the Pope shit in the woods?

Seriously though, yes. Japan has a thriving porn industry, even if most of it is, by American standards anyway, terrible.


eggnog

August 19th, 2007, 02:11 PM

Probably I need a lot of research assistants and my off the cuff remarks, which is what most of my essaying is, are usually minus details that persuade for lack of a better memory.

Neva Mancine is the name of the sister of De De and Mark, named in the Lennon murder papers. Neva is the name of a Japanese porn company and Cine, of course, is like cinema. There is also a vile one name V & R Planning, which I suspect is an encryption for Victory and Revenge.

Yoko Ono may in fact have killed John Lennon as part of the revenge plan. We know that he was killed on the anniversary of the war as that she is demanding APOLOGY from little boy, who was tortured in effigy, also the name of the bomb LITTLE BOY dropped on Hiroshima.

We also know that Midori eloped with Caspar, the assassin hun who tortured me after having deaf Jeannie raped. She used her wiles on me to inflict neurotrauma sexually causing seizures in distinct and unique Japanese torture horror.


eggnog

August 19th, 2007, 08:53 PM

Gabriel’s not making the world a better place, but he is extremely paranoid about the cryptography in my case and has used every tactic he can to get all of it in his powerdrive to protect the guilty. That’s a strange thing to do. The wall of sound and fury that Seattle puts up as denial serves the same ends, and as a consequence a great deal isn’t known from gradeschool particularly by anyone but me. To air it wouldn’t serve any purpose really in light of the way people operate when it comes to cryptology.

There are knowns.
There are possibilities.
To draw a hasty conclusion from a possibility is wrong.
To call a known a possibility is wrong.
To put up a wall of sound and fury to deter dissemination of the known in favor of distortions in protect of the guilty is obscene.

Shiono
Shi/rer
Ono
Vengeance of She
is a relevant example.
As well as Ed Eisen and Robert Lee.

The problem isn’t that such casebook isn’t being presented so much as that it isn’t widely appreciated that there is no legal or reasonable explanation for Mt. Desert Island except the truth, which proves that AIDS is manmade, the Beatles accompliced it and that the crime originates with Adolf Hitler who escaped to Argentina with the help of Allen Dulles in his ultimate partnership with Ronald Reagan.

That’s reality. It’s proved. The sad facts don’t get past the stupidity conjured by the accomplice of Ringo Starr.


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The weasel claim that Reagan didn’t know has served its purpose in protecting his accomplices. I have an ongoing debate in the Stranger Forums with Robert Fripp’s volunteer disinformation circuit. It’s the usual soap opera about Fripp. Everyone knows that Celebrity Ich Victim! Bertoldt Brecht: “Woe is the land that needs a hero”.

The fact that Lennon material surfaced in an AIDS investigation is enough to tell you what happened. The guilty went free because of an English and his pursuit of a twist that permits kingdom come and profits in copyright law over the KCJesus virus. What monotony is this? It all just makes a simple fact more slippery.

I can remember how nice it used to be to spend an afternoon relaxing, daydreaming, getting a hard on. It doesn’t happen anymore – grounds for divorce in the Phillipines – one of the prices Fripp and Harkin exacted for reporting torture in childhood by Reagan. Chemical castration. It’s pretty sad. A lot to take from someone without reading them their rights. I was just writing college editorials at Pitt News when Clinton set upon me with pitbulls, a classic case of Eloi and Morlocks. Sometimes I miss reefer, too.

Midori, of course, is the power source behind the Pro-Reagan operation. Yousou N’dour did it. What does he care about the truth regarding AIDS when he has the power to humiliate deaf white suck? On the Jim Jones Planet of the Coward Fripp, masturbation is suicide. In any country, but the Taliban, you’re entitled to be fucked.

Those attacking me for reporting the truth have a serious mental problem that they’re always projecting, like Ringo’s obsession with virginity. They can’t follow the thread of their own stupidities. I’m always to blame that they read me, like I put a gun to their head. You think, may I just ask, that you can take Ryland Wesley Crary’s son, subject him to 35 years of unprovoked, cradle to grave, beastiality and slander and then tell me to shut uP? Just forget about it. I did not cease to be American on the day that torture made me hate you.

I’m concerned about the anonymous blogger tactic of derailing facts with trolling and then blaming me. It is true, I have a Unified Field Theory of Conspiracies. Hitler survived with the help of Allen Dulles. Reagan knew. JFK and AIDS were Hitler’s revenge. A variety of other crimes attended. There has never been a more rigorous troll than the Sicilian violinist that came to Starkey’s aid in Pittsburgh, kicking my head in while in bed. If Ringo’s prostitution Gestapo couldn’t shut me up, what makes you think Seattle homies can?

Is Seattle going to escalate from heart poison on behalf of Franco Starr? Don’t think you could make yourself lower than Robert Fripp by murder. Nothing could. I have never even heard of a man that cowardly and low. Not in a million years did I imagine him for such an inhuman liar. His cowardice does so much violence to the mind that it is a substance like plastic explosives. The whole time I was giving his desk confidences about how Reagan tortured me as a child, he was faxxing them to the Oval Office with loveslave bloodoaths of loyalty. Reagan promised him gold.

Tell me again why raping a retarded girl does not move you to disgust over this putrid English horror-weasel? Do you think it such a shrewd act of military genius that it reforms the anti-creative fact of George Bush’s banality through association with a mind jester? Do you really think paranoia explains this twisted samizdat legend? Can’t you see what Woodstock Nation became in the Barbershop hands of Lizzie Borden McCartney?

If you think that I am tiresome it is because you are. You’ll speak out about anything except what really matters. You cheer sophistry and airheaded pseudo-logic and imagine yourself pretty for it. All while wet-petting the talon of Sceiron.


eggnog

July 29th, 2007, 04:25 PM

Thank you for asking me a meaningful question. My first experience of what they intended was when they spraypainted “rapist” outside my door in Pittsburgh and left razor blades on my step. Somehow they used psychology at Carnegie Mellon to trigger psychological phenomenon, subliminals or whatever, in tandem with the seizures, so that I had this insufferable seance pounding in my head going, “I raped somebody, I raped somebody”. Their agent, David McWade came stomping up behind me following me across campus yelling, “Did you do it? Did you do it?”

This was conducted openly. Before forcing me into seizures using orientalism the Student Newspaper put a grotesquely boogered finger on the cover with the caption, “you gonna eat that?”

Screaming in horror that Fripp had framed me for rape and raped my girlfriend (there was no victim even, the whole thing is so horribly ridiculous. They used the terror of child torturers and stalking to make me look like M, on the run from self-incrimination), I fled to Iowa where they arrested me for shrieking in mortal agony, mostly alone by the river, but of concern for those who didn’t exactly want it to get around, and put me in Polk County Jail. Dr. Margaret Shin, following the malicious diagnosis of the University of Pittsburgh, on behalf of Harkin and Federal Agents, refused to examine the neuro-trauma and forced me on Risperidal. A huge dosage. By then I was thoroughly cowwed and at their mercy. I didn’t even have hearing aids. They had been destroyed by the heat. It is what led me to learn sign language.

Christine G. was so upset in Pittsburgh by the total impotence it caused she gave me as much passion as she could and then in tears of despair packed her things and ran away to California, but not before Sean Lennon sent me a message in junk mail, “Fingerhoot”.

I was finally taken off Risperidal and put on Zyprexa which is not a nerve agent antidote. I was falsely told by a psychiatrist I’d like to protect, “it will help you with that thing in your face”. I started getting occassional erections again, but also tardives and pre-diabetes. In this state of trauma I was coerced by a malicious nurse orderly who is currently under investigation into taking Atenolol. I lost my erection for a long time. When my personal care physician found out what had been done she immediately took me off Atenolol. That is when I suffered a heart care emergency. We learned the terrible damage done to my heart from Atenolol.

On Diltiazem I started getting erections in the morning again and can enjoy some evening looking casually at pornography, but I wouldn’t try a courtship again. The prospect of failure in intercourse frankly seems pretty certain.

I don’t mean to undermine how much your correspondence means to me, but if I had the money, I’d probably go to Korea and live like Soltzhenisyn did behind barbed wire, refusing to grant audience another message from America, much as my father routed around even German airspace.

It may never happen, because of what kind of place the USA is become, but I keep hoping it may someday work against the Beatles the way their fans mock the rape of a retarded girl. From the point of view of psychopathic history, it is ghastly reading how the most cruel and powerful mind rapist in history came in the name of Amnesty International. Just pity me. It’s all you can do.

To the others: I understand the English quisling necessity for Paul McCartney to degrade me, but it you contrast what they learned from me with the prospect of never knowing, I deserved a little better.


eggnog

July 30th, 2007, 07:29 AM

Anyone trying to liberate me from ritual abuse is faced with the insurmountable problem of immediate family and past familiars – why did they not speak out? Any one of the outrages: from facial nerve poison to Midori’s beastiality, cries for emergency care from witnesses and all they do is normalize or remain silent. At root, I will never understand.

It has taken a lifetime for my heart to convert the crime Midori committed from pure physical agony to the emotional response of crying. This catastrophic Siamese Honored Matre is no more a fairy queen than macho defines manhood. She is the type to return a battered woman to her husband and then give him a bottle of vodka as a re-uniting present. She knew this was Hitler’s revenge. She was all for it. I get these voices saying, “Tang – Midori loves you”. What’s she going to do, come around someday and raise the red lantern?

Clinton has a bounty on me, rewards for anyone who can harm or work to my discredit. Give him something, anything he can tell Spike Lee so New York can hoot, haggle, jump and holler. They’ve taken chapters of meditation from me by rape and torture, followed by such incrimination as TCF has popularized. This is a very important issue for Bill Clinton. Very personal. His goal is justifying liberation of the guilty in human history’s most horrible atrocity so that he can then laugh and say, “look how tolerant we have been”.

They recently ran a psy-op. I saw an Injun I’d not seen in a long time. One of the kinsman of an artist I’d been looking for and admire. I got them confused. I’ve mistaken identities before. It’s not really unusual for me. I wouldn’t have sworn to it. He could have straightened me out. But there’s a more revealing side to all this, a deeper theme than making sport of a brain-damaged person over two confusing Injuns.

When I was arrested, after the Governor’s School, for bogus armed robbery charges (set up by Nava Edelstein, a friend of Skeeter), – charges were promptly dismissed for the absurdity they were when the cashier in question demanded to know who I was and why the hell I was being accused – the police kept me up all night demanding a confession. They showed me a photograph I immediately recognized as Ronnie Pitman and demanded I say it was really me. The cashier, by the way, hissed at them over that mugshot. She had neither selected it nor seen it before. That situation defines what Clinton and Ronnie are doing. Clinton doesn’t like being called for a liar, Mr. Summerton, not at all.

I admit drawing some inferences necessary to an inquest, but if Reagan still believes, after the rape of my girlfriend, that my goal is to exonerate him by direct accusation, he is suffering from a case of mistaken identity. He either thinks I’m the walrus or little nicole.

The reason I have been so vulnerable to this is that TCF was a self-publicist and those who follow him closely picked up on his thread. He had come to America shopping for someone he could pigeonhole and example. What he claimed for his “discovery” of the epilizoid who cudda saved John Lennon walking right into his trap was too good to be true. That I dared to rock against Reagan was all his sister needed, too. Gweener has always been a scofflaw on the order of Nixon. With her millions, call girl ranks and celebrity impugnity, what does she care?

Have they ever answered my challenge to publicly post the letter to Leslie Katz that Reagan claimed as his Pretext Belli? Of course not. It would be too revealing.


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TheWhosLastTour

August 4th, 2007, 09:35 PM

The purpose of this thread is to address the question of whether there is a Committee of Scarves and Pendunums, a sort of cabalistic enterprise between the Mothers Superior of the Feminist Movement to advance a warlike, Amazonian ideal. To put this is layman’s terms, I propose to search out the answer to the question: What does the Feminist really want? Is it just to land in the society pages with Hillary Clinton, or is there something more substantial behind their movement.

Please describe your experiences, agreements with and disagreements with the first, second and third wave of feminism. Tell us about feminaziism. What were the original suffragettes? What is meant by the idea, “anonymous was a woman”? What is the history of women? How were they treated in Confucian societies, at the time of the carving of the Venus of Willendorf? Are there ideals in the Islamic world that can inspire us or provoke our admiration?

What is the purpose of beauty? Why is it fleeting? Why is it clung to and by who? Does its pursuit undermine objectivity? Is marriage a viable institution in a liberated society?

Anything else?


sethh

August 5th, 2007, 12:55 AM

Here’s your answer you inbreed (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Woman)


eggnog

August 5th, 2007, 04:23 AM

contains some rather odd information. thank you sethh.


Abulafia

August 5th, 2007, 06:29 AM

Coupl’a things, then I’ll actually try to answer some of this.

First, no cabal. Of that you can be certain. The real Mothers Superior, as you have called them, are long sinced deceased. Second wave feminism (60s through late 80s) reacted against first wave (and the Mothers), and third wave (early 90s on, though some say we are in fourth wave, but now I think they are just embarrassed about the aimlessly thrashy third wave and wanting it to be over) is even more wildly reactionary against second.

So, in case you can’t tell, what I’m saying is that there is no feminist cabal pretty much because feminists are, themselves, a little confused about what feminism even means these days. We can vote. Sex discrimination is illegal. Spousal rape is illegal. Better laws supporting women’s safety both in the home and outside of it. We aren’t only getting into college; we are getting into college at a higher rate than men are, and we are more successful at it. We are doctors, lawyers, CEOs, prime ministers, ambassadors, Nobel winners, atheletes, rabbis, pastors, actors, criminals, soldiers.

See, and feminists hate to hear this, but it’s true, one of the problems is that we just about went and got most of the stuff that really matters. The stuff that drove the “movement” in the first place. All of it? No, not all of it. But by and large, pretty much most of it. And this was not all the work of women, nor all the work of feminism: it became (and this has been my point) the work of thinking people regardless of gender or “movement affiliation.” The issues became human ones, not “feminist” ones, and quite honestly I think this pithed feminism as a movement. I think it became, and probably still is, obsolete, at least for the most part, in America, and in the form in which it arose. In terms of its first and second wave form, feminism has become redundant.

And third wave feminism—and thinking third wave feminists—know this, and that is part of the problem; it is also, however, part of the reason why there is no cabal. We can’t even decide what the fuck we are supposed to be after these days. And we can’t agree on it. And (oh, I should duck when I say this) because feminists tend to be so damned *democratic* about it, no one wants to take control and take a stand and actually set an agenda. On anything. I have been on committees for various feminist-y sorts of things (at a relatively sophisticated national level; nothing huge or powerful, but I’m not talking a neighborhood watch group) and on the one that comes most immediately to mind it would take months and months and months to decide the simplest thing because no one will move beyond the endless jabbering and “are we all feeling ok about this?” and “perhaps we should look into this more” and “let’s make sure we are all represented here” and just freaking *do* something.

So anyway, I stepped down from that position (the one outlined above) and, for several years, left the organization completely, to the grave criticism of my erstwhile feminist peers. Whatever. Go eat some chocolate, gals, and when you’re ready to decide something, drop an email (I’m not trying to be rude about the chocolate thing. Seriously, though: it’s always about the chocolate. I don’t get this. Maybe it’s code for something, but if so, no one ever told me).

No cabal, eggnog. I’m not saying I’d know *for sure*, but I’d probably know. I have a lot of second wave feminist friends who are in positions of more power than I (well, that’s pretty easy), and they are uber informed and cutting edge types, and the sort who would be easily ready for another fight for something really big. If “we” had an agenda, I think I’d know about it. “We” don’t, which is why third wave feminism has broadened its focus to include—or even forefront—race and class issues, and has become more and more interested, at the intellectual and political level, in what is happening to women and families in other countries (and this is, to my mind, an exceptionally worthwhile and important focus). It’s not really about America any more (it is, in terms of groups that continue to support children and families and such here, but those are no longer, to my mind, validly considered “feminist” issues. Not sure if this makes sense). Not at the really high levels.

So: problem #1. No clearly defined “feminist movement” any more, and no clearly defined notion of what a “feminist” is. I’m pretty sure that most people who meet me would decide that that is what I am just by looking at me. And they’d probably be right. But I’m not sure. I’ve also pissed off a lot of feminists, so I’m not sure what they (in my profession, that is) think of me. And as noted above, I don’t care for the term as a whole and think it has become redundant and self serving. I support many of the projects and organizations that many might equate with a “feminist” view, but not because they are feminist—just because I support them. I should be the poster child for third / early fourth wave feminism: it is precisely because I am as ambivalent and at times deeply critical to “the cause” (I keep asking “what’s the cause?”) as I am, that feminism—whatever wave we are riding—is in deep shit.

Problem #2: what does The Feminist really want? See Problem #1. I will definitely NOT claim to speak for feminism or what “the Feminist” really wants. If you find a woman who claims to be able to do this, distract her with chocolate and walk away.

Problem #3: We don’t really have any feminist heroes these days. Rather, there may be individual heroes here or there, but no single corporate hero. I was once at a women’s sort of thing at which Gloria Steinem spoke. I could not get over the feeling that I should have been more excited than I was. She seemed very soft and grandmotherly; tired, like the actor who isn’t on Broadway any longer, but can’t stop playing the same old show.

Those are my coupl’a things. Next, I’ll try to help with the rest, so far as I can.


TheWhosLastTour

August 5th, 2007, 06:48 AM

third wave feminism has broadened its focus to include—or even forefront—race and class issues, and has become more and more interested, at the intellectual and political level, in what is happening to women and families in other countries (and this is, to my mind, an exceptionally worthwhile and important focus). It’s not really about America any more

It seems to me when you are young and combative it is not an easy thing to validate the very old. Jane Somers had a saying, “If the old could, if the young knew”. Hence it is difficult to be excited about those who faught your battles for you, so you could fritter the freedom they won you away. I think about this when I think about environmental contamination, how we spent the children’s future for our own ideological format. How much do we really owe them, and when and why?

But the above quote and your text generally suggests two things to me, first learning to live with and accept inheriting the accomplishments of the movement. It’s not enough to wish you’d been born when there was more to fight about. One also has to graciously accept what you have and make the most of it.

Clearly, the situation in the world for womyn is pretty grave. You can see that from all sorts of signs and symptoms. They are still up against the church and its rancid role in sex trafficking. They are up against institutional racism if they are women of color. There’s not only a lot of discrimination, there’s a lot of poverty.

And the West, where the sort of information and the possibility of contributing to education exists most abundantly, has closed its eyes to what is happening. The Beijing Woman’s Conference was a moment of great excitement for me, because I thought that finally the issue of deaf women and their tragedy in the world might finally reach daylight, but the entire Beijing Conference faded into obscurity.

As for there being a cabal, I’d say there is and there isn’t. I mean, anything that sells in the celebrity superstate will be confiscated if possible by persons laying claim to its representation. That is why individuals who claim to speak for the 60′s, like the Beatles, can get away with doing nothing and nothing but harm. It’s how it is.


Abulafia

August 5th, 2007, 07:00 AM

Please describe your experiences, agreements with and disagreements with the first, second and third wave of feminism.

First? None. Vote was good. Still is. Harriet Tubman? Rosa Parks? Women doing shit when it wasn’t cool to do it: it was terrifying. You can’t not love them.

Second? None. Good stuff, good stuff.

Third? See above. When the third wave decides what it is going to do, I will decide what I think of it.

Tell us about feminaziism.

I have no idea what this term really means, but I don’t take it seriously. Sounds like you mean the frothy sorts of misandrous grrrrl feminists. I don’t deal with those sorts. They tend to be either too young or too bitter or too stupid for me to waste my time with. I mean, if I’m being honest about it.

What were the original suffragettes?

First wave (or really, pre first, but who’s counting), right to vote, etc. Good stuff.

What is meant by the idea, “anonymous was a woman”?

I had to look this up. Line from Woolf. Uh, I don’t know. I could interpret it any variety of ways, but I have no idea. Ok, I’ve found the Woolf quote, “for most of history, anonymous was a woman.” Figured it was something like that. Been years since I’ve read Woolf. Um, ok. She’s pretty much right. I mean, in a sense. She’s being artistic, of course, but I know what she means. I’d originally thought the quote might have to do with women not really having their own names, but that’s probably because I am interested in naming practices. I’m actually not sure she’s that on, historically speaking, but it’s not a bad quote. Woolf could turn a phrase when she set her mind to it. Snort.

What is the history of women?

Well, first god created Adam. Then…

Actually, I don’t know what you mean by this question, so I can’t answer it. It’s like asking “what is the history of men?”, and this gets your right away to “what is the history of man,” in the gender neutral sense, and that is something that a very many people have been working on for a very long time. There is no “female” history separate from human history, and human history is more questions than answers.

How were they treated in Confucian societies, at the time of the carving of the Venus of Willendorf?

As to the former, I’m not sure, but this is easy enough to research. As to the latter, we will never know, as the so-called “Venus” (why in the world is every female figurine assumed to be a ritual object? There is zero evidence that the “Venus” is meant to represent a figure of divinity and, in fact, all evidence that she does not) was created by a prehistoric society (ca 22,000 or so BCE which is, as we know, long before the earth was created). We have no evidence for social code or order. None of the figurines were found in any ritual or cult context. They are probably just art: people have a hard time talking about artistic sensibility in prehistoric times, but this has always befuddled me. Art was not invented in the bronze age. If Lascaux (ok, 15,000 or so BCE, but who’s counting) can represent an artistic sensibility, and surely it can, then so can the so-called “Venus” figurines.

Still, eggnog, I regret to inform that we do not, and never will, have a clue as to how women were treated in the paleolithic. We scarcely know this for the bronze age.

Are there ideals in the Islamic world that can inspire us or provoke our admiration?

Why not?

What is the purpose of beauty? Why is it fleeting? Why is it clung to and by who? Does its pursuit undermine objectivity? Is marriage a viable institution in a liberated society?

Why should beauty, if there is such a thing, have a purpose?

Because it is in the eye of the beholder, and eyesight deteriorates as one ages.

It’s not that it’s clung to; it’s that it’s sticky. It clings to anyone who gets close enough to it. It is hard to wash off. It’s rather like tar or sap, beauty is, but it smells nicer.

No.

Probably about as viable as anything else.

—hope this helps. I’m out of coffee, and so must refill.


eggnog

August 5th, 2007, 07:13 AM

“Some female authors have used male pen names to ensure that their works were accepted by publishers or taken seriously” ~ from the Wikipedia.

I gather from my readings that the treatment of women in Confucian societies varied from country to country and epoch to epoch.

One more question, do you think that David Bowie has advanced the cause of women?


Abulafia

August 5th, 2007, 07:27 AM

“Some female authors have used male pen names to ensure that their works were accepted by publishers or taken seriously” ~ from the Wikipedia.

Yeah, and some men have written in the names or voices of women. We all know this. I’m not sure if you were making a point. I may have missed it.

One more question, do you think that David Bowie has advanced the cause of women?

I have never considered this, and so I will hold off answering until I have.

Actually, I may not answer. With all due respect, I do not think our communications are going anywhere, in this thread or others. Again, with respect.


eggnog

August 5th, 2007, 07:33 AM

You don’t have to answer me. But the point of my wikipedia reference was obvious enough. It was to clarify the question of what was meant by “anonymous was a woman”. Had anonymous not been afraid she would not be taken seriously, she would have used her name.

Here are some Bowie quotes to consider, if you decide to answer:

“Wham bam thank you mam” – Suffragette City

“Let the children use it, let the children lose it, let all the children boogie” – Starman

“Health food faggot” – King Crimson. Robert Fripp has worked as David Bowie’s Guitarist.

“Two fingered levi’d sister
said “Peace” I stopped I kissed her
said, “I’m a male resister”
I smiled and just unzipped her. – Peter Sinfield, lyricist for Celine Dion.

“I’ll take the young and healthy”. – John Lennon.

Like I said, you don’t have to answer, after all you’ve never considered these issues.


diehard

August 5th, 2007, 07:39 AM

“No time for romantic escape
when your fuzzy heart is ready for rape!
You’re sitting in your comfort
you don’t believe I’m real
but you cannot buy protection
from the way that I feel.
You’re progressive hypocrits
hand out their trash
but it was mine in the first place
so I’ll burn it to ash
and I’ve tasted all the strongest meats
and laid them down laid them down
in colored sheets
Who needs illusions of love and affection
when you’re out walking in the streets
with your mainline connection?”

Oh, Peter Peter Gabriel
Oh, Peter Peter!


Ballard Pimp

August 5th, 2007, 12:27 PM

As to the former, I’m not sure, but this is easy enough to research. As to the latter, we will never know, as the so-called “Venus” (why in the world is every female figurine assumed to be a ritual object? There is zero evidence that the “Venus” is meant to represent a figure of divinity and, in fact, all evidence that she does not) was created by a prehistoric society (ca 22,000 or so BCE which is, as we know, long before the earth was created). We have no evidence for social code or order. None of the figurines were found in any ritual or cult context. They are probably just art: people have a hard time talking about artistic sensibility in prehistoric times, but this has always befuddled me. Art was not invented in the bronze age. If Lascaux (ok, 15,000 or so BCE, but who’s counting) can represent an artistic sensibility, and surely it can, then so can the so-called “Venus” figurines.

I’ve always found the “ritual object” explanation strange, myself. I think these figurines were an early effort at producing pornography. Some Stone Age Hugh Hefner.

But you know my bias in this area, Abulafia.

Why should beauty, if there is such a thing, have a purpose?

Because it is in the eye of the beholder, and eyesight deteriorates as one ages.

It’s not that it’s clung to; it’s that it’s sticky. It clings to anyone who gets close enough to it. It is hard to wash off. It’s rather like tar or sap, beauty is, but it smells nicer.

Very well stated, Abulafia. The old pimpster has a long, evolving theory about beauty, civilization, and Gent Magazine, but it sounds as crackpot as eggnog.


Abulafia

August 5th, 2007, 12:56 PM

I’ve always found the “ritual object” explanation strange, myself. I think these figurines were an early effort at producing pornography. Some Stone Age Hugh Hefner.

Well, as far as I can tell, art seems to have been invented to give aesthetic expression to the divine twins: killing and fucking.

Still life and all that crap came much later. That’s art with the blood taken out. The earliest art? The very earliest? Killing, and fucking. Trust me. These are almost the only thing that matters at the very beginning, because these things mean life.

Very well stated, Abulafia. The old pimpster has a long, evolving theory about beauty, civilization, and Gent Magazine, but it sounds as crackpot as eggnog.

Oh, come on! Serve ‘er up!


Mac Crary

August 5th, 2007, 01:11 PM

abu wrote:
Killing, and fucking. Trust me. These are almost the only thing that matters

to you, abu. we’ve been having this argument since i knew you in the stone age.


Ballard Pimp

August 5th, 2007, 01:30 PM

Well, as far as I can tell, art seems to have been invented to give aesthetic expression to the divine twins: killing and fucking.

Still life and all that crap came much later. That’s art with the blood taken out. The earliest art? The very earliest? Killing, and fucking. Trust me. These are almost the only thing that matters at the very beginning, because these things mean life.

Oh, come on! Serve ‘er up!

You’ve stated it very well and succinctly: Art is an abstraction from reality, mostly for the entertainment of our brains, which have grown beyond all reasonable need.

So we had to entertain these monsterous growths on our shoulders and we started thinking about killing and fucking inside our heads, but found it necessary to give those thoughts an external expression, so we invented “art”. Much later we invented “literature”, and later still we invented Lindsey Lohan.

But even in the Neolithic we had art critics.

Why is the Venus de Milo “art” and the work of Bettie Page “pornography”? The creative impulse is the same. Moreover, if one purpose of “art” is to direct the impulse to action, and if we consider masturbation to be “action”, Bettie is much more inspirational that Venus. Of course, this is all male art. Regarding the “feminist” issue of this thread, I would say that we as a species have yet to recognize or appreciate female art. Or at least the male half of our species has yet to appreciate it.

I suspect that opposition to Venus, or Bettie, or Mapplethorpe all comes from the side of that Neolithic debate that favored death as the legitimate goal of art.


Abulafia

August 5th, 2007, 02:54 PM

Why is the Venus de Milo “art” and the work of Bettie Page “pornography”? The creative impulse is the same. Moreover, if one purpose of “art” is to direct the impulse to action, and if we consider masturbation to be “action”, Bettie is much more inspirational that Venus.

Ah, BP. nihil est nouum sub sole. Check our pseudo-Lucian’s dialogue, *Erotes* (a debate between a lover of boys and a lover of women), section 15 and 16. These sections tell the doubtless apocryphal story of a young boy and his lust for the statue of Aphrodite of Cnidos, by Praxiteles. The statue had a flaw in the marble—a stain—that Praxiteles had hidden, to an extent, by sculpting so that the “stain” was on the back of one thigh and so relatively out of view. But there is another story about how the stain got there and what it was. Here is a bit from section 16. I think you’ll enjoy it:

“[The young man's] passion only grew stronger, and he carved on every wall and tree the name of Aphrodite the Beautiful. He worshiped Praxiteles as equal to Zeus. Any beautiful or valuable thing he found in his house he offered to the goddess; finally, the violence of his desires made him lose his reason, his audacity serving him for pimp. One evening, at sunset, he slid unseen behind the temple door and hid in the darkest corner, holding his breath. The keepers closed the gate as usual, and this new Anchises found himself alone inside. Who would dare recount the sort of deeds he consummated that wicked night? In short, at daybreak this sign of his amorous embraces was discovered, a sign which ever since has marked the goddess as a reminder of her suffering. As for the young man, they say he threw himself upon the rocks, or into the sea. In any case he disappeared forever.”

I suspect that opposition to Venus, or Bettie, or Mapplethorpe all comes from the side of that Neolithic debate that favored death as the legitimate goal of art.

Then again, one of our oldest oral epics—one of the oldest to have survived more or less in full, that is—links sex and death in a death grip. It’s the *Iliad*. Innit?


eggnog

August 5th, 2007, 03:09 PM

What’s this about Mapplethorpe? You know what I find typical about this fraud? The coward Fripp and his legion constantly evoke the sacred cows and big guns of the celebrity superstate when they can’t answer the first points of contest concerning their collusion. Their fundamental thesis is that those who have AIDS have the obligation to defend those who started AIDS because Martin Sheen told them to. If you have AIDS, you can do no wrong. Since AIDS is worse than rape, Ringo GETS to rape deaf Jeannie and so on, nevermind the collusion in every detail.

The coward Fripp’s law offices sent me a manuscript when I was covering Zell, who was staying with Archer, that had “Archer Management” scribbled on it. Never was there a more clear cut case of collusion in mass murder. Never.

Answering the stupidites of the student left and Manchester Guardian remind me of Koreans being forced to speak Japanese during the occupation years, a language they rejected with their hearts. Small wonder we ended up with North Korea.

In 1979, at the age of 18, virtually deaf, I hitch-hiked from Pittsburgh to St. Louis just to hear Robert Fripp play his guitar. Nothing else. No stalking, no demands, no requests of him, nothing. In the intervaling years he has done nothing but morbid cruelty to me, ruining what little life I had after Pittsburgh’s beastiality towards me as a child, causing me no end of fear and pain. What could … possibly … justify this?

That I don’t like Mapplethorpe? Is that the new death decree of the Taliban sensiblity?

The man with two-tongues says only Jimmy Creary started AIDS. That means his GETS to rape Jeannie.

What the fuck is going on?

I think you smell funny.


Ballard Pimp

August 5th, 2007, 10:00 PM

The keepers closed the gate as usual, and this new Anchises found himself alone inside. Who would dare recount the sort of deeds he consummated that wicked night? In short, at daybreak this sign of his amorous embraces was discovered, a sign which ever since has marked the goddess as a reminder of her suffering. As for the young man, they say he threw himself upon the rocks, or into the sea. In any case he disappeared forever.”

Gosh, if only the Greeks had polyvinyl!


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Mac Crary

August 5th, 2007, 08:38 AM

Even Hitler was human. Let’s go cry at Bitburg-Belsen.

eggnog

August 8th, 2007, 05:28 PM

Generally, I’m interested in what people have to say, but not about everything. When people start knowingly lying for the Beatles, what’s there to say? Oliver Stone’s people keep giving these stupid little cues implying some sort of brotherhood between me and their own accomplice. Olvier Stone judges my perfectly worded letter to Leslie Sanetta Katz on the basis of what it would have meant if HE had written it. All his claims about my affinity pertain to himself. His idols are from the G. Gordon Liddy school. He heaped scorn on Dr. King. Stone and the B’s are worthless worthies. It the choice of the B’s to become a Ronald Reagan B-grade movie after the death of Mr. Lennon. I did not make that decision for them.

Reagan’s forces still depend on the threadbare lie that they did not shoot our leaders, without this lie they would be cheated of many, many votes which come their way from willfully ignorant Americans. Oliver Stone has made it easier, however, for them to continue this way dishonestly by participating in a war game that included the assassination of Sen. John Heinz.

Oliver Stone protests by implication that his grab on power is a necessary superstructuralist revolution. It’s not. It’s just the old Reagan naziism in new bottles. An English failed to convince me of the legitimacy of its operation. The claim from Pitt that the conscious contents of my so-called theory exist in King Crimson, but are not a deliberate act is ludicrous and what little credibility it derives comes entirely from Peter Gabriel’s seizure and destruction of my copy of the Guttersnipes’ Proposal for a Group Project.

Queen Elizabeth has loudly proclaimed and established what her arguments are in defense of accomplice. Beneath her, obediently, exists Midori, an emotional extortionist. I’m much, much more interested in deaf Jeannie. Even if I wanted another girlfriend, I would definitely choose someone who cared about me, not a status climbing fiend. The only wedge Midori has is her controlling exploitation of my trauma and the subsequently wierd dependencies in my armor and poverty. It is telltale that QE’s forces at Carnegie Mellon closed down the Student Union newspaper on the evening of my attempt to publish the letter in which Gail Burstyn named Leslie Katz. It is my hope that eventually this situation will be mercifully taken from England’s hands and bestowed upon more rationale and sane authorities.

An encounter with the coward Fripp was truly childhood’s end. Fripp lacked truthfulness when it was needed most. The will for love in most of us defeats rage, just as Reagan banked on when he meditated Hitler’s revenge. The children will someday say of England, “you lacked manhood”, with tears in their eyes, for what more can they do without being reduced to hatred? No one can prophecy the future, but if I were writing sci-fi as so many have dared declare I would envision a child king or queen of great wisdom who condemns our generation for stealing their future. Such a voice would be a pharoah of man with the voice of eternity.

eggnog

August 11th, 2007, 06:30 PM

There I go again. Reagan started AIDS. I said it. Need my address? :)


Rain Monkey

August 11th, 2007, 08:02 PM

The coward Gabe Kaplan gave John Travolta AIDS after class by the colon poison crime, and made him live in a bubble until the coward L. Ron Hubbard taught him to disco dance with a magic gerbil in his ass and cured him.


eggnog

August 11th, 2007, 08:25 PM

Is this your psychobabble signal that you are in touch with Joel Caplan and Leslie Katz? Why wouldn’t you go Jewish the minute things get touchy. Obviously you realize that Gabriel raped Jeannie after seething that rapid eye movement proved me a one stroke defiant trespass of Mary Steiner, and so on.

For anyone interested in reality, Gabriel tortured me in a pre-existing neuro-trauma, claiming that the seizures I suffered were caused by fear of self-incrimination, rather than police torture terror trauma. The suffering was too unreal to recount in much detail.

Gabriel was alibing accomplice on Mt. Desert Island with the men who started AIDS. Why would he do that if it weren’t known to have been Bush and Reagan?

How did this happen? In 1986 I sent Wesley Posvar’s office, Harpers Magazine and Gabriel’s desk a letter about torture. Sgt. O’Connor still has it at Pitt. I did not understand what it said. They did. I now know. All hell broke loose. It had named Ronnie ZZ-sin-ski and Kasperowski. I hadn’t seen the pattern yet. They did. Ronnie and Caspar, just like Reagan and Weinberger. Z – sin. Ow!

Crary is an older name in America than Harpers Magazine, which boasts of being the oldest magazine in America. Crary was here at Plymouth Meeting. The Japanese, led by Ono, who set it up with Reagan, and Midori, smelled exploitation and a story. Seeing correctly that I was too affected by child trauma to confront the men who tortured me, they contacted those men, surrounded me and took me hostage.

Ming Na Wen and Oliver Stone circulated horrendous and bald-faced lies about me, like the Kelly School incident.

Everyone knows that Clinton has vowwed to sacrifice me for police state jurisdiction and give the material story to David Geffen. That’s old news. The girl they had raped is a child. They tortured me.

I think I am entitled to pity.


toasterhedgehog

August 11th, 2007, 08:25 PM

L Ron Hubbard wrote really bad novels


eggnog

August 11th, 2007, 08:26 PM

Crary took Katz to Saturday Night Fever.


Rain Monkey

August 12th, 2007, 09:48 AM

They tortured me.

I think I am entitled to pity.

Um, no. No one is entitled to pity. And those who seek out pity should be led to discover that pity is not something that anyone should want or demand.

You undoubtedly have experienced tragedy, and injustice.

Pity is not the appropriate response to tragedy, or injustice.


eggnog

August 12th, 2007, 10:05 AM

You know, a person who doesn’t understand what it is like to be taken beyond redemption by hate crime probably doesn’t understand the virtue of human pity. Like anything else in the world, a person is entitled to speak about pity as a fact. If I were owed five dollars by someone who insisted on my loaning it to them when I didn’t have enough and didn’t want to, I would be entitled to say, “she owes me five dollars”. Speaking about pity is not some mystery that you have to kowtow about and demand succor on whim. You can’t just say, “don’t speak of it, that ain’t reflex!”

An imbecile, working at a Jewish Center, himself possibly not Jewish, once spouted all the Ayn Rand stuff at me. He told me how great she was and how her case that pity could be “a monstrous emotion” that it was evil was the truth!! It’s not that you don’t end up sick with pity for people who possibly don’t deserve it. It’s just that it is a ridiculous sentiment for someone in a Jewish community to profess. If Hitler had pity, we wouldn’t be in the plight we are as a world today. Pity is the only thing that saved any Jews once their money was gone.

You try to make me look callow, as though I haven’t had to overcome my own thoughts, like your own, to arrive at the point where I state as a simple fact, you should pity me. It’s all you can do.


Rain Monkey

August 12th, 2007, 12:15 PM

Pity is an emotion that almost always results from an encounter with a real or perceived unfortunate, injured, or pathetic creature. A person experiencing pity will experience a combination of intense sorrow and mercy for the person or creature, often giving the pitied some kind of aid, physical help, and/or financial assistance. Although pity may be confused with compassion, empathy or sympathy, pity is different from any of these.

In regards to humans, pity may be felt towards the homeless, orphans, people with disabilities, those with terminal illness, and especially victims of rape and torture, by non-sufferers of these and similar things. Because pity will often result in the pitier aiding the pitied, some people equate pity with sympathy and assume, therefore, that pity is naturally a positive thing. However, the philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche believed that pity causes an otherwise normal person to feel his or her own suffering in an inappropriately intense, alienated way. “Pity makes suffering contagious,” he says in The Antichrist, meaning that it is important for the pitier not to allow him/herself to feel superior to the pitied, lest such a power imbalance result in the pitied retaliating against the help being offered.

Nietzsche pointed out that since all people to some degree value self-esteem and self-worth, pity can negatively affect any situation. Additionally, pity may actually be psychologically harmful to the pitied: Self-pity and depression can sometimes be the result of the power imbalance fostered by pity, sometimes with extremely negative psychological and psycho-social consequences for the pitied party.

Nietzsche’s view as described has been copied by other philosophers and social scientists [citation needed] and is particularly felt by the worldwide disabled population working for Inclusion; these activists have adopted the slogan “Piss on pity” as a confrontational counterbalance to pity.

Though in his later works he reverses his position and sees Pity as an emotion that can draw beings together, Mystic poet William Blake is known to have been ambivalent about the emotion Pity. In The Book of Urizen Pity begins when Los looks on the body of Urizen bound in chains (Urizen 13.50-51). However, Pity furthers the fall, “For pity divides the soul” (13.53), dividing Los and Enitharmon (Enitharmon is named Pity at her birth). Analyzers of this work assert that Blake shows that “Pity defuses the power of righteous indignation and proper prophetic wrath that lead to action. Pity is a distraction; the soul is divided between it and the action a ‘pitiable’ state demands. This is seen as Los’s division into active male and tearful female, the latter deluding the former.” Again railing against Pity in The Human Abstract, Blake exclaims: “Pity would be no more, / If we did not make somebody Poor” (1-2).


eggnog

August 12th, 2007, 12:29 PM

Pity is the virtue of the law, and none but tyrants use it cruelly. – Wm. Shakespeare

Anytime you get a situation involving sex, you get herds of half-witted people going, “whoo! whoo!” AIDS was obviously a machine intelligence act of war. Among those involved appear to have been Clinton and Kuvofsky of Carnegie Mellon. My legitimate distress signals are being derided and ignorred.


Rain Monkey

August 12th, 2007, 02:48 PM

My legitimate distress signals are being derided and ignorred.

If you are in legitimate distress you need to stop all the non-sense about the Beatles and Paul Harvey gangbanging your girlfriend.

People may be moved to pity by the fact that you are disconnected from reality, but not by the content of your hallucinations.


eggnog

August 12th, 2007, 03:22 PM

Assholes like you made it very easy for Oliver Stone to get away with what he has done, but the evidence is clear and you are just ignorring it. You clearly imagine yourself someone dismally insighted. American dissent is a pathetic little band of destitute curios. Adolf Hitler won the war. Your jibbering is just his lickspittle elderly face gloating. Hitler always had a knack for the anarchy of kids. We shall overcome someday, but in the meantime, the ultra-right is going to have a lot of fun of our expense. In fact, they already have. The laughingstock idea that the Beatles meant you well is the epitome of the AIDS era, which passed in victory for the perpetrators thanks to dismal epitomizers of stupidity and disgrace like you and Lawrence Crist.

Seattle’s deceit is incredible. To deny that the situation in Pittsburgh was deliberate consequence of inflicting a Frankenstein injury on a gradeschool child! I’ve learned to expect the maxiumum loathsomeness from England, the land of fart bacon, and to listen to their dimension is a real take on the warped side of “reality”, but to hear from you assholes, who I still have the capacity to care about, is heartbreaking enough that I’ve discontinued my poetry readings and am living among you only minimally because I don’t intend to give Yoko Ono and Michael Reagan the satisfaction of what they saught, which was my suicide.

As for the coward Fripp’s collusionary practices, he’s just a demented little weasel, nothing to admire or look up to at all. His little escapades in music aren’t all that provocative. The coward Fripp thinks the power to term on power full blast and then abruptly shut it off is a philosophical statement of great earnestness. In reality it is just an English fat head wreaking havoc and playing the laissez faire ideal for a society that was stupid enough to let Reagan destroy it.

Getting intimate with me in pursuit of slanders is a pathetic political practice. What people who love me look at it and figure if they are really that sick and loathsome, there’s really nothing that can be done. If my stepfamily married in to set this up, who’s to stop them. I can’t. Getting intimate with my sister’s slanders was also always big game. Nobody expects you to change. Not when you smell the blood of trauma in the deaf waters.

Gail Burstyn named her guinea pig Billy Jean Guinevere. Out of terror of conceding my investigation more canny than his fraud, the coward Fripp saught to destroy the evidence. But is it not reasonable when someone writes of you, about “forces impinging on the persona’s experience” to ask the nature of such “forces impinging”? When he then pens his leering Catholic slur of “the persona being subjected to successive degradations of the X-motive” is one to revel in bliss when the fascist pigs of Peter Gabriel and Marilyn Manson think that this, speaking of contract prostitution on a traumatized deaf child beginning in gradeschool about which all of Pittsburgh knew because Bush thought his father a commie, thus a think to be cheered and its exposure to be boo’d?

I think other than.


eggnog

August 12th, 2007, 08:07 PM

Once you begin the little facade that it is all made up, it advances into the alleys of beastiality towards the already deaf and brain-damaged. A poet named C. recently wrote of my screaming attacks, “Makes me wonder if you’d been carrying a gun, would I still be here”. Talk about sci-fi. The Immaculate Rape. The non-violent Frankenstein. Gee, what Pittsburgh can come up with.

I already lost. Whatever sport you derive from rubbing it in. My life cannot be restored. In my personal opinion Michael Reagan belongs in a strait jacket for he has done ever-lasting to my life and to my name. Plague Mass, his sicko New York Act-Up groupies advance the same arguments as Jewish kids who set their goyem favorites on fire.

You are told to beware the second evolution, the destructiveness of a heart-broken defsukke, never admitting that the neuroplasm you inflicted caused knots of unreal suffering with the potential for dementia from hades, but attributing the evidence to me is just a nazi prank from wallet of Al Gore. They monkey-wrenched the queerball in gradeschool, because that’s how it works in Pittsburgh, the city of hate and faceliars.

I was banned from Seattle Community College for a letter written to me, rather than by me. As if that’s fair. Students are warned of me, because I am paranoid after the Beatles set upon me with a contract hooker who became engaged. They have made a prisoner’s dilemma out of my right even to fall asleep at night.

Well, I don’t blame SCC for being concerned. They probably realize I have had conflicts with students in the past and don’t know what it will come to. I’m still very, very sick. It takes a lot to continue.


eggnog

August 12th, 2007, 08:27 PM

I don’t like the way I used the word “ever-lasting” and am sorry if it gave rise to a misunderstanding. I certainly did not mean to imply that my name is ever-lasting or holy. I simply meant that I am never free of unbearable pain due to a badly burned facial nerve. The fact that this pain is invisible has given no end of empowerment to my tormentors.


Rain Monkey

August 12th, 2007, 09:51 PM

Look, eggnog, I’m not trying to be a dick to you. But here’s the deal. If you want to play with the big boys you don’t ask them to take it easy on you.

The way we interact on this forum is not all argumentative with everybody but eggnog, oh be nice to poor poor eggnog.

No. You get no pity from me. I am charitable. And I find mercy to be a virtue. But pity is an arrangement where the pitier gets to feel superior and th pitied is objectified.

I have loved ones with mental illness, and I have relatives with physical disabilities. All agree that pity, or the desire for it, is disabling. Not the infirmity, thats not what is disabling.

Now, it is pretty clear from your posts that you have a lot of free time, and that you spend all of it focusing your attention on how wretched is your existence.

So here is the cure: find a support group that has a mentorship model. You will find someone to pity you for a very short period of time before you move on to making yourself useful to people who are worse off then you in some way, while learning the grace to allow others to help you without being a pathetic creature. You may also learn in time that everybody is worse off then you in some way, and better off then you in some other way. In that way we are all equal.

Now, place your hands against the computer screen and feel the power: heal, heal, HEAL in the name of the baby jesus, mohammed and the buddha. Heal, I can feel the power.


Crow

August 12th, 2007, 11:04 PM

If you are in legitimate distress you need to stop all the non-sense about the Beatles and Paul Harvey gangbanging your girlfriend.

People may be moved to pity by the fact that you are disconnected from reality, but not by the content of your hallucinations.

Yes. I agree with what Rain Monkey said.

Eggnog, you may indeed be a victim of abuse, and I think it’s very likely that you are, but using images of popular culture, pop music, media, Hollywood, etc., just sounds like standard hallucinatory nonsense. And people will not react well to it. Which is a shame, because you need to talk. You are probably having serious delusions and hallucinations, and this probably seems real, but it is not. This does not mean that you were not assaulted. Sounds to me like you were, and you could use some help. It’s just not these pop icons doing it. Please find a real-life counsellor you trust, or start with a support group. The Stranger Forums won’t be enough. Try someplace you can sit down and have tea, O.K.?

You seem like a nice enough person, but your rants are insane. Literally. You need help. Pop icons aren’t attacking you or your girlfriend. The Jews aren’t doing anything to you, either. Quite a few Jews would actually just try to find you some good therapy. And a cup of tea. And a place to sit and talk. I’d like to see you start finding the way out of this tangle of illusion.


Rain Monkey

August 13th, 2007, 06:34 AM

Quite a few Jews would actually just try to find you some good therapy. And a cup of tea. And a place to sit and talk.

Jews are some of the best at therapy. Of the counsellors I’ve talked to I like the Jews and the Pueblo shamans the best. Just stay away from the Freudian “psychoanalysts.” They’re all just perverts.


eggnog

August 13th, 2007, 09:21 AM

I beg to differ on every single point you have named. First, it was a Jewish counselor himself who stated, “I don’t know if you’re right about what they did, but the thought of your being at their mercy is too much” in rescuing me from the custody of a neuro-behavioral psychiatrist from the holocaust community who gave me a nerve agent in childhood.

Second, I really don’t care if you want to carp on your favored semantical brainwash concept “pity”. Maybe it just means something different to you than it does to me, but I hardly equate it with wanting to feel superior.

As for me being deranged, you obviously have not studied either your history or the testimony and evidence pertaining to my case. Gabriel used my words on a song called, “That Voice Again”, which all but gives away the crazy-making game he has played seeking to cause emotional suffering and breakdown. Nor have you studied Yoko Ono. If you had, you would realize that she made a film called “Rape” in which she hired a team to stalk a woman and drive her into a nervous breakdown.


Dee Snarl

August 13th, 2007, 10:33 AM

In college, I volunteered with a crisis service. A good number of the other volunteers were psych majors. Every single one was majorly screwed up. They got into psychology because they’d been consumers of it.

Sure. Similarly, cops and lawyers are crooks….


Dee Snarl

August 13th, 2007, 10:37 AM

eggnog, I know you never reply to me in these matters, but that doesn’t mean I’ll stop asking….

Does anybody believe your conspiracy theories? Is there anyone real who can back up your assertions? Is there any concrete evidence for your claims that you can present us? And telling us such and such went to court doesn’t count. Show us the court papers, and more, if you want anyone to ever believe you. If you can’t present such evidence, the rational part of your mind needs to tell you that it’s all a bunch of hooey….


eggnog

August 13th, 2007, 10:58 AM

Dee Snarl,

I didnuh mean to neglect you. What can I say? Can I make it up to you now?

Does anybody believe your conspiracy theories?

They aren’t theories anymore.

Is there anyone real who can back up your assertions?

Not that I expect you to consider me real, clearly beyond the beyond, and hence what was done to me did not occur, but….

My mother’s testimony is not all that damaging. She describes what happened in gradeschool, how we lost our home, how traumatic it was, and how Peter Gabriel went about contacting us at our home and using my words on his song. She is inaccurate about some things pertaining, for example, to my correspondence with Milena Czerna, but for the most part she gets the story straight. There are also others who aren’t yet talking.

And telling us such and such went to court doesn’t count. Show us the court papers, and more, if you want anyone to ever believe you.

Giving you the court docket numbers counts as far as providing a medium of verification. You can call the Clerk of Courts and ask for copies of the outcome of the decisions. As for providing the text of my lawsuit, I’ll be happy to do what I can on a meagre income if you contact me at ultrahigh1994@hotmail.com You will also receive a free email edition of my poetry book Hypotenuse. David Summerlin has received copy of the Lennon assassination murder papers and the documents pertaining to my investigation into AIDS origin so is he can tell you his opinion and/or verify the basis for my allegations.

the rational part of your mind needs to tell you that it’s all a bunch of hooey….

You supposition is that I am different from you and did not need a great deal of convincing.


Dee Snarl

August 13th, 2007, 11:34 AM

Dee Snarl,

I didnuh mean to neglect you. What can I say? Can I make it up to you now?

Bwahaha. All is forgiven. I’m sure you’re busy.

Say, how do you know “everybody” likes me?? Who have you been talking to??

They aren’t theories anymore.

I assume that you mean they are proven, then? Accepted? By whom?

Not that I expect you to consider me real, clearly beyond the beyond, and hence what was done to me did not occur, but….

My mother’s testimony is not all that damaging. She describes what happened in gradeschool, how we lost our home, how traumatic it was, and how Peter Gabriel went about contacting us at our home and using my words on his song. She is inaccurate about some things pertaining, for example, to my correspondence with Milena Czerna, but for the most part she gets the story straight. There are also others who aren’t yet talking.

Okay. So there’s your mom, a little. And that’s all.

Giving you the court docket numbers counts as far as providing a medium of verification. You can call the Clerk of Courts and ask for copies of the outcome of the decisions. As for providing the text of my lawsuit, I’ll be happy to do what I can on a meagre income if you contact me at ultrahigh1994@hotmail.com You will also receive a free email edition of my poetry book Hypotenuse. David Summerlin has received copy of the Lennon assassination murder papers and the documents pertaining to my investigation into AIDS origin so is he can tell you his opinion and/or verify the basis for my allegations.

All right, frankly, I’m not going to do any of that. Not what I was asking for, you know. And why should you care? Because when you make outlandish assertions, the burden of proof is on you.

You supposition is that I am different from you and did not need a great deal of convincing.

You lost me. We are certainly different.

I have no ill will toward you, egg. I just want everyone to perceive and comprehend reality more clearly….


Rain Monkey

August 13th, 2007, 11:52 AM

What’s up with Jews being good at comedy and therapy? Is there a connection?

I went to a psychoanalyst once who showed me some ink-blots he had made that were horrible. Every one of them showed the most disgusting sexual perversions imaginable. Then he had the gall to say that I was sexually obsessed.

I said, “you’re the one showing everybody your dirty pictures.”

No, respect. I’m telling ya.


eggnog

August 13th, 2007, 12:04 PM

Dee Snarl, you obviously come from the Amanda Harcourt/Ming Na Wen school of cold-blooded lies and don’t have the slightest interest in reality.

Want to check some facts with me:

1. Impacted neuro-trauma, likely to affect personality and voice centers.

Answer: Accepted by every doctor and neurologist who has ever examined me.

2. Use of my words on That Voice Again.

Answer: Virtually admitted to by Gabriel and ministry of hate. Documentation for which was seen by Kathy Hayford, Patsy Williamson, Ross Kroninbitter, Bar Harbor Postal workers, Lisa Cassidy, Steve Gibson as well as countless witnesses to the weekend of non-musicians at Fripp’s school for magic dances.

The list goes on and on and on. You could look up Angie Dorman regarding my correspondence with Martha Gellhorn.

Cineaste and Asian Cult cinema magazines still publish the text of my letters to them.

So, if you would ease this transistional period as you enter reality from your station among the mind-benumbed hoi polloi, specifically which of my allegations do you say isn’t credited?


eggnog

August 13th, 2007, 01:03 PM

Case CO2-623 of the United States District Court ruled that the courts of Washington lack the jurisdiction to prosecute Paul McCartney in the rape of a retarded deaf girl.

Case 07-2-13871-4 SEA of the King County Superior Court concerns the heart poison crime at Harborview, also sourcing with the power of Clinton and Ono, currently under investigation by Governor Gregoire.

I don’t have the case docket number of the DOH investigation handy, since i’m not at home right now, but don’t think you should bother them without a compelling reason until the investigation is complete.


Crow

August 13th, 2007, 01:12 PM

What’s up with Jews being good at comedy and therapy? Is there a connection?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rooster_Prince


eggnog

August 13th, 2007, 01:19 PM

I am really being quite circumspect. I have given you the names of unfriendly witnesses and people in denial, including someone who was silent during the rape of deaf Jeannie, and, to my sorrow, someone afraid. But we’re adults and you insisted.

Invasive beastiality

Peter Gabriel is a laugh in your face gangrapist (but you still rove him!). I realize the watchword for TCF is “unrepentance” in his special grievance subterfuge for Adolf Hitler and Reagan (his man in Havana). TCF’s rhetorical ploys don’t construe rebuttal, just out of context slurmeister’n. What your argument amounts to is that one assailant faction sold a second assailant faction a hate orchestra on demand and since their victim couldn’t find a hero or an honest woman except one too retarded to be credited by the ku-clique in Capitol Hill, that therefore there is no need to examine the evidence, since it couldn’t possibly say what it is reported to say. Why not just distort the facts and lie about the whole thing? It will earn you brownie points with important people.

And yes, that is just how shallow I think you are.

What’s next, I suspect, are attempts to “turn” deaf Jeannie, since McCartney no doubt tosses in his sleep that his poetry theft plan ran up against popular misgivings.

Ain’t it interesting how all this stuff just came to localize mysteriously around one hapless defsukke! And, er, by the way, Mizugnug, I really do have to confess that I honestly would prefer a companion who cared about me. Honestly.

I live in a society where deranged beastiality is tolerated.


poochiekafelnikov

August 13th, 2007, 03:49 PM

jews here have been boycotting local ice cream parlours and water ice joints…due in large part to the new policies that prohibit free samples. it had been a custom of local congregations to have tasting parties at these establishments, sometimes asking for free tastes to six or more flavors. i stumbled upon a number of these people one evening, very upset and stating that they would not return…mentioning some signage. not having read the sign, and based upon their degree of agitation, i imagined that it said something like jewberry or luftwaffen chunk. it actually stated that due to costs the free samples had been terminated, adding such things as lemon tastes like lemon or take your tasting parties elsewhere. i remain unaffected due to always ordering vanilla custard or black cherry ice.


eggnog

August 13th, 2007, 04:32 PM

i don’t like lip service


Rain Monkey

August 13th, 2007, 05:13 PM

jews here have been boycotting local ice cream parlours and water ice joints…due in large part to the new policies that prohibit free samples. it had been a custom of local congregations to have tasting parties at these establishments, sometimes asking for free tastes to six or more flavors. i stumbled upon a number of these people one evening, very upset and stating that they would not return…mentioning some signage. not having read the sign, and based upon their degree of agitation, i imagined that it said something like jewberry or luftwaffen chunk. it actually stated that due to costs the free samples had been terminated, adding such things as lemon tastes like lemon or take your tasting parties elsewhere. i remain unaffected due to always ordering vanilla custard or black cherry ice.

Whats vanilla custard taste like?

Oh, and I happened on this website, http://www.jewberry.com/


poochiekafelnikov

August 13th, 2007, 05:23 PM

Whats vanilla custard taste like?

Oh, and I happened on this website, http://www.jewberry.com/

custard has eggs in it and has less air pumped in it than conventional soft ice cream…fuller/creamier taste.

enjoy the fact that seattle has so many wild blackberry thatches here and aboot. can often be found on the seattle bluffs, picking plumpers from the large berry wonderwall. like dropping them on expensive sorbets (lemon/lime, or whatever). my fingers are typically stained purple for the entire month of August. last august i spent approx $120 on sorbets and zilch on the purple plumpers.


Dee Snarl

August 13th, 2007, 07:55 PM

Dee Snarl, you obviously come from the Amanda Harcourt/Ming Na Wen school of cold-blooded lies and don’t have the slightest interest in reality.

Well, my principal was Mr. Albright…? But seriously you should make a concerted effort not to be a dick; I know I’m not the first to tell you that. Your retorts are wildly disproportionate to the criticisms offered you.

Want to check some facts with me:

1. Impacted neuro-trauma, likely to affect personality and voice centers.

Answer: Accepted by every doctor and neurologist who has ever examined me.

Dude, no one is denying a physiological basis for your deal. That’s not the issue.

2. Use of my words on That Voice Again.

Answer: Virtually admitted to by Gabriel and ministry of hate. Documentation for which was seen by Kathy Hayford, Patsy Williamson, Ross Kroninbitter, Bar Harbor Postal workers, Lisa Cassidy, Steve Gibson as well as countless witnesses to the weekend of non-musicians at Fripp’s school for magic dances.

The list goes on and on and on. You could look up Angie Dorman regarding my correspondence with Martha Gellhorn.

Cineaste and Asian Cult cinema magazines still publish the text of my letters to them.

Evidence? I could look up Martha McGillicuddy, but I’m not going to. Show me.

So, if you would ease this transistional period as you enter reality from your station among the mind-benumbed hoi polloi, specifically which of my allegations do you say isn’t credited?

Um, all of them?

Your continued assertion that those who disagree with you are moronic pawns of evil would carry a LOT more weight if that group didn’t include every human on Earth except you. And maybe your mom.


Dee Snarl

August 13th, 2007, 07:58 PM

Case CO2-623 of the United States District Court ruled that the courts of Washington lack the jurisdiction to prosecute Paul McCartney in the rape of a retarded deaf girl.

What is this supposed to demonstrate?

Case 07-2-13871-4 SEA of the King County Superior Court concerns the heart poison crime at Harborview, also sourcing with the power of Clinton and Ono, currently under investigation by Governor Gregoire.

How so? Please elaborate, and provide documentation.

I don’t have the case docket number of the DOH investigation handy, since i’m not at home right now, but don’t think you should bother them without a compelling reason until the investigation is complete.

I won’t. What investigation? Documentation?


eggnog

August 13th, 2007, 08:33 PM

Dee,

Have you ever walked into the US District Court, a Federal Building, where the most important caseloads in America are heard, and presented to a Federal Magistrate a case that you knew or she found to be a FRAUD???? Do you have ANY IDEA WHAT WOULD BE DONE TO YOU? Do you think would be allowed to just walk home?

Now, I went into that courtroom with a case that you and all your silly, silly goosestepping, goosebrain’d chummies of the Stranger Forum have jeered constantly since I brought it to their attention as a favor to all of you because I care about you, and the judge not only heard me out after seeing the evidence …which sucks… because of what it is, but used, without apology, taxpayer money ruling and finding in a determination for all time. Functionally, I believe, she was just covering her own ass. Because she knows now what it is about. She saw. Okay? That demonstrates that I have something. It’s not just fool’s gold and it’s not a hoax to rob the Beatles. They are the ones interfering on behalf of the guilty. Okay? Does that demonstrate a point to your slow head?

Now, the judge in Superior Court was told, virtually instructed by Harborview to find THE CASE HAD NO MERIT and to DISMISS IT WITH PREJUDICE. The judge had before him my mother’s testimony about Gabriel, the Cardiologist’s report regarding the heart poison crime that could have killed me last Spring, and the evidence of Mt. Desert Island and concerning John Lennon. If it was such overwhelming evidence of my deranged delusional mind, I think the judge would have dismissed the case with prejudice. HE REFUSED and Harborview was and probably still is, FURIOUS about his refusal to do so.

As for the DOH investigation, Gov. Gregoire heard that my heart had been deliberately poisoned at the hospital and my reasons for stating it was a pre-meditated political crime and she was deeply concerned and the DOH is still deeply concerned, to find out what the hell that was all about.

So, you are not dealing with a plastic reality. My case is intense. My evidence is solid. I’ve worked on it for years. Although deaf I was an excellent student. I set out on my own to find out what happened. I even tracked down some people like Gellhorn and Fripp hoping they’d do something intelligent to back me up. C’est la vie.

I’m sorry I’m so pissed off at all of you. I’m sorry you are very stupid, but that’s what this amounts to for me.


Dee Snarl

August 13th, 2007, 09:15 PM

Does that demonstrate a point to your slow head?

No. It’s just words in ether. Apparently you have, in fact, no real evidence whatsoever for your claims.

Good luck convincing anyone with that.


Rain Monkey

August 13th, 2007, 09:19 PM

What I think may have happened, is a judge wanted to look at all of the evidence. Because people who say things that sound crazy are very often the victims of real crimes, and finding the facts can be difficult.

I also think it is very likely that something dreadful and probably a sex crime and abuse did occur. It is just that the way you tell your story makes it very difficult to take seriously.

I’m glad the judge looked at your case. I don’t doubt that justice has been forthcoming.

I would still hope that you work on this: either what you are writing here on this forum is intended as edgy fiction or else it is the best plea for help you can muster.

We, the readers, are losing patience with either the fiction or the fact. Either present your case, without all the poetry. Or just write poetry.

But we have already plowed the same rut from Mt. Desert Island to the heart poison crime over and over without any idea what the fuck you are trying to say.


eggnog

August 13th, 2007, 10:22 PM

I really don’t have anything further to say to you right now. I didn’t come to Seattle expecting to find better than Pittsburgh. Surprisingly, it is a little bit better. Frankly, the stuff about losing patience doesn’t impress me. You keep coming back to my threads which you could simply ignor. Your brand of justice, which is to do nothing, has so far been all that has been done. As you probably realize you are different than Germans. They, too, professed ignorance when the truth was screaming in their faces.

You say something dreadful happened. I assure you, dreadful beyond your most wicked nightmares. Dreadful beyond anything you could possibly imagine. Horror beyond horror. And you and your little troupe of la-di-das walk over the mountain of bodies like you don’t even see them. It just makes me scoff at every other thing you ever write or profess.

You want to like me for my poetry? Well, I’m not your performing cat. If you think you can do better, fine. I never thought you needed me for poetry, but having an asshole like Larry Crist tell me, “you need me more than I need you” is really something. I’m not bragging, but I’m not betting any of you could write a better poetry book than Hypotenuse.

As for the details of my case. You play dumb. And then, when you can’t play any dumber you play smart. And then you play so much smarter than me. Then you play so much smarter than you could possibly feel when you are so pathetically dumb.

My case sums up extremely tidily. And it really couldn’t be more assessible and it couldn’t be easier to digest. You armchair sophists bend over backwards coming up with slurs and cases for derision and all sorts of mean things that you say about me and you still cannot answer the simplist reality about my case.

new evidence was found in john lennon’s murder during an investigation into the origin of aids

now, someone from the future, who loves my poetry, thinks hypotenuse is as great as the raven, is going to look at you and say, here was mac, and he told these seemingly intelligent people that two magistrates thought he might be right, that the governor was investigating a heart poison crime intended to silence him and his loved one, a badly disabled girl, was raped, after he reported torture and neurotrauma, and, these wierdly intelligent people are talking to him as if he isn’t there. it is so frigging wierd.

wierd, you are. wierd.


eggnog

August 15th, 2007, 07:32 PM

Judge Pechman’s only comment in that direction was to the effect that my own actions seemed, in some unspecific way, to have obscured somehow the illegitimacy of what happened.

I have been regularly examined by three psychologists, in sessions that began six years ago. No one is entirely satisfied with the idea that I am mentally ill. All of them find me rational. Sad for you, two of them believe me and have said so.

Are you going to kill their cat and burn their house down?

The main point of debate right now is whether the evidence, on close examination, actually and philosophically proves what happened. The court is recessed on that point. No one has studied the material as closely as me, and I am sure that it is proof.


dolcevita

August 30th, 2007, 09:23 PM

Here you go eggnog, one of your posts on another forum back in 2005. Explain it.

I turned to the Rainbow Coalition for help. My father, deceased, had authored a book dedicated to Dr. King in 1968. This caused so much hatred towards me that white supremacists attacked me and left me deaf and brain damaged for life. I was left too confused and humiliated to explain to anyone what had happened. My poor mother was forced to sell our home. I was a child; yet when I pleaded for intervention later, when they began stalking me as an adult, from Rev. Jackson, his only concern was to humiliate me. He contracted for hotwired conversations, attack prostitutes and stirred up so many defamations that he succeeded in getting my retarded and deaf girlfriend raped. Then, together at last, they laughed in my face. I would like to know why destroying and humiliating me was the priority of the King Family.

— Mac Crary, Seattle, 08-01-05


eggnog

September 3rd, 2007, 09:33 AM

I was a member of SEIU, a disabled library clerk, speaking out against Apartheid, and a victim of torture, at the hands of the Klan, who had lived non-violently in Pittsburgh, the city of hate. I reported torture to Amnesty International and when they began abusing me, I told the King Family. Black Union officials did everything they could think of to humiliate me. Like you, professing that I enjoy having to do this in my own defense.

You keep saying you proved your point. Was your point the existence of a parochial savage who stalks their victims with impugnity? That was proved. Or was it that I can’t tell my friends from my enemies? You’ve hardly proven your point by not coming out and stating what it is. If you come onto me as an anonymous mob I’m entitled to respond to you as one.

Ninja opined Knowingly presenting a false case is indeed a crime. However, if the judge thinks the plantiff in mentally insane, he’ll generally walk.

Is that what is over whelm ingly factual?

Why can’t you just even say the words: neuro-trauma ? If you’re so fond of and unafraid of the truth. Read my lips good, sister. The crime is so terrible police refuse to admit it happened. Try just looking at my face when the agony surfaces. Pity doesn’t move you? Good riddance to your name, then.

The medical community refuse to diagnose and treat the condition because they’d have to publicly exclaim, against all their prior false witness, “Jesus Christ! That man has been in terrible, terrible pain!”

A normal man has pride, but not an English. Peter Gabriel, as one wag in Fultron Elemerntary might have it, is “a piece of shit that has never been stepped upon”. Small wonder that public exposure of his needling and cowardlyism has no deterrent value. He accused me of being a tinderbox Romeo in my tatterdemalion stage. So he inflicted rape and torture on my failure to measure up to his elan. Cosmetic damage was one of his objectives. Wierd, intimate sadistic acts like afflicted zenker deflecticum.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the lowest form of life of all? Still Richard Barkey, Svengali decreer of the Fascist Four. The coward Fripp? I wasted a whole week of my life hitch-hiking to see that motherfucker in St. Louis. There is no excuse for what he has put me through. I hate them eternally. You can take that to the bank.


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eggnog

August 13th, 2007, 11:25 PM

Let’s here your tales of mad, revenge-driven, passionately frenzied rivals.

I’ll start. So overwhelming is my poetry and moral excellence that David Schmader and Robert Fripp, to name a few, are willing to try to shout me down with child molesters and pedophiles who tortured me and raped my deaf girlfriend. In fact, one of the ringleaders of this outrage, Larry Flynt, a cunt, actually thinks he was Gubernatorial material.

Man, America is one rancid, rancid hellhole. And I have news for you. If I had HIV I wouldn’t give the brothers of Plague Mass the time of day. All they have ever done is use the suffering of AIDS victims as a diversionary tactic to aid the guilty.

It is a pitiful, pitiful spectacle that you morons offer in the name of wisdom.


ChemicalHazards

August 14th, 2007, 05:52 AM

Have you read ‘Conflict and Creativity’?


eggnog

August 15th, 2007, 07:33 PM

No, but I know a psychopathic conception of adversity when I see one.


ChemicalHazards

August 16th, 2007, 12:02 PM

Is that a yes…

eggnog

August 24th, 2007, 11:13 PM

Here’s the deal Reagan. You’re going to leave me alone. You get nothing in return.


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eggnog

September 4th, 2007, 08:35 AM

:mad: For years, I have faced incomprehending remarks from family, nurses and “friends” who say “you are doing something with your face” “you can make it stop” and “it’s always about you”. I’ve saught words and they have failed me. I’ll try again. Imagine a toothache so bad it makes your face pulse profoundly only the tooth that’s doing it is pressed up against one of your eyeballs. Neuro. Understand?

You think I like wasting my life on this thankless job of making you comprehend? You’re asking me to understand how a person can be repeatedly and publicly tortured and raped. I do not care to understand. It is enough agony to accept that it has happened without being harpooned with birdbrained rationalization processes.

I gather you do not care to properly identify the problem of a deaf torture victim being stalked and murderously abused by a dementia-ridden, psychopathic gangster who somehow became classified as a rockstar.

There is no obsession on earth like the obsession of Pitt (University of Pittsburgh) and King Crimson to punish me for speaking out. Jewishphobias are very indulged in Pittsburgh, catered to as to no other. They are given license to act out all sorts of childishness. People there and their handmaidens in Great Britain call me paranoid because I am being used and my awareness of that fact is a threat to the power of tormentors, so they attack my ability to communicate what they have done. I am disruptive to big plans.

The number of agents casing me is appalling, as is their level of depradation and intimacy. Pitt’s Jewish Community starting carping about my father on the day he called them for what they are – betrayers. They can’t legally say what they have been doing, they can’t legally come out and say that they marked a humanist as Satan. So they impacted so much fear and agony that I started to scream. That they could legally point to and misdiagnose schizophrenia. Nevermind the impact of child torture.

Ringo Starr puffs himself up and calls himself self-righteously “a fat-assed Jew”. It is part of his wierd identity as a Public Relations magnate (read: brainwasher) on behalf of Lennon’s murderers because they keep him wealthy and enhance his reputation for sullen, cruel, lawless ogery on which his mystique among them depends. Playing by the rules isn’t even a consideration for England. Is an English even capable of a political action that isn’t despicable?


ChemicalHazards

September 4th, 2007, 08:41 AM

No, but I know a psychopathic conception of adversity when I see one.

Very well spoken…


Ballard Pimp

September 4th, 2007, 11:18 AM

Oh-oh. Out of meds again.


eggnog

September 16th, 2007, 07:32 AM

Y’know, Ono’s Dojo, her bitter, bitter K ronin, I would imagine men like Ichiro, at least his generation, probably aren’t thrilled by the strenuous efforts I’ve made to inform on them, but they surely shrug and figure, so what? It was your American President Reagan who led the operation, from the assassination of Kennedy onward and they would be right. That’s the truth. Hitler’s revenge from Argentina was a CIA action, the Dulles Brothers, the Bush klan, all of them knew.

I spent my Summers in Bob Dole country. I’m sure that they wouldn’t be able to tell the truth even if it cost them emotionally to realize what happened. Article No. 9, No. 9, No. 9 of the Japanese Constitution bears review, as do indicators like Vengeance of Shiono, Onofanglooming (Burstyn archive) and how Chapman was so sure that Lennon would be at the appointed place at the appointed hour.

It is, after all, Ono whose forces alibi’d Mt. Desert Island, got Diamonda Galas to unleash Himmler styled acts of revolting criminal sadism towards me, distorted the text of the letter to Leslie Katz, executed deaf Jeannie’s rape and used her influence to delude Capitol Hill. These are elemental forces of intrigue playing out here and now, not some bygone age of the 47 ronin.


Monkeyfist

September 17th, 2007, 08:56 AM

Y’know, Ono’s Dojo, her bitter, bitter K ronin, I would imagine men like Ichiro, at least his generation, probably aren’t thrilled by the strenuous efforts I’ve made to inform on them, but they surely shrug and figure, so what? It was your American President Reagan who led the operation, from the assassination of Kennedy onward and they would be right. That’s the truth. Hitler’s revenge from Argentina was a CIA action, the Dulles Brothers, the Bush klan, all of them knew.

I spent my Summers in Bob Dole country. I’m sure that they wouldn’t be able to tell the truth even if it cost them emotionally to realize what happened. Article No. 9, No. 9, No. 9 of the Japanese Constitution bears review, as do indicators like Vengeance of Shiono, Onofanglooming (Burstyn archive) and how Chapman was so sure that Lennon would be at the appointed place at the appointed hour.

It is, after all, Ono whose forces alibi’d Mt. Desert Island, got Diamonda Galas to unleash Himmler styled acts of revolting criminal sadism towards me, distorted the text of the letter to Leslie Katz, executed deaf Jeannie’s rape and used her influence to delude Capitol Hill. These are elemental forces of intrigue playing out here and now, not some bygone age of the 47 ronin.

Not to drag out more, but didn’t John Paul Jones of Led Zep discover Diamonda Galas? She never did much for me, but I know she was produced by him.


eggnog

September 17th, 2007, 10:58 PM

I haven’t explored her because her thesis that the rape of a retarded girl is catharsis for the collective psyche of AIDS victims is to put it mildly the childishness of a pathetic quisling deluded beyond all humanity.


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eggnog

September 8th, 2007, 03:28 PM

:eek: Beloved Ichiro just got called out at first when he beat the tag. In a rare gesture of defiance, he chided the pitcher who was a full step behind him to the bag, “tell him! Tell him!” It was arguably the hysteria of a child who can’t believe his ears.

We live in a game theory country. Everyone knows that Reagan started AIDS, but the game was written to say, “you can’t prove it by the laws of the game that say that absolute disproof when written in advance of the argument being made does not itself constitute awareness that the argument is pending. Hahahahahahaha!” They laugh as America cheers their winning number. :confused:

But the crime of JFK’s murder and the AIDS onslaught was Hitler’s revenge and it was the revenge of Imperial Japan and it was approached with the patience of the 47 Ronin. Reagan knew well that once the heads of the liberals were chopped off all that would remain would be their greedy, greedy spawn. They turned it around. From 1946 to 1964. From December 8th, 1941 to December 8th, 1980. They turned it around, from beastiality and child torture of the son of an American hero, to the beastial rape of a deaf girl who dared to protect her deaf friend from their unbearably ludicrous “punishment”. They turned it around, from a devoted fan of Robert Fripp, to a battered serf who defies his lies. They turned it around. From a victim of torture upon whom evidence has been planted to a laughingstock on whom the evidence has been blamed.

And it was the Japanese who thought of this. It was the Japanese who knew how to inflict a brain trauma that would cause vocal attack seizures and traumatic envy. They knew how to cause seizures and how to pin the blame on their victim. They chose me because daddy was saved by the atom bomb “Little Boy” so I was a little boy when they tortured me. They chose me because Bush hated daddy from their days together in the Navy and from his pamphlet on human rights when he was Director of the CIA. And they knew the ethic laws of universal racism, how to claim that I was using a dark woman for the klan in order to give Midori the satisfaction of embracing the beastial hun who tortured me as a child. :confused: The coward Fripp has jeered that I am seeking gain. I should be seeking the return of a fortune that was stolen from me. How I can deny that I am your better? I at least had the decency to stand up for the poor queers who got done in the atrocity’s earliest days. None of you gave a shit.

All England care was to be declared the status winner of David Bowie’s warped, malicious take on a Two Virgins CIA Secret War Game. Oh, yes, Reagan knew. Reagan certainly knew. He read the character of the English to the head of a pin. Pathetic is what the Beatles are.

Find me a Japanese who does not think that it was cool for Yoko Ono to commission the rape of a deaf Korean girl and I will show you a responsible Japanese person who is altogether free of blame.

You might not like hearing that the Japanese were involved, and I sure don’t like saying it, :eek: but you won’t find me apologizing, either.


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TheWhosLastTour

September 13th, 2007, 02:06 PM

When you tell your trouble to your neighbor you present him with a part of your heart. If he possess a great soul, he thanks you; if he possesses a small one, he belittles you

from Handful of Beach Sand by Kahlil Gibran.

eggnog

September 15th, 2007, 04:45 PM

it wasn’t on my list to come back to the stranger blog but i felt i owe you the wrap. you’ll be arguing against the truth a long time, but the sooner you hear it the better

I learned recently of a CNN Report about Adolf Hitler’s death in 1987 in Mendoza, Argentina. First of all, when I was five and in the course of war stories my father Ry had told me that they never found his body I knew that meant he wasn’t dead.

In 1987 as a Medical Library Clerk I pursued leads to Mt. Desert Island proving AIDS manmade. During this research I found Lennon murder papers dated 1974, on mushroom stationary.

I had been tortured as a little boy. Little Boy was the name of the atom bomb that saved Ry and Bush when they were on the same ship in WW2.
Reagan’s attorney for Mt. Desert had me in D.C. on the day he claims he was shot. The attorney’s brochure reads, “there is no such thing as objective reality only what the jury believes”. He also represents Kasper, who gassed me as a child, and Busis, a holocaust survivor believed to have been in the Special Detail, Jews who killed other Jews. Ronnie ZZZ-sin-ski and Kasper tortured me as a child. Ronnie and Kasper are like Reagan and Weinberger. Kasper is now said to be “a friendly ghost”.

Oswald’s I.D. had been Alec HIDell (Hidell, emphasis in original), an A.H. pattern. His backyard photos are notorious for the Hitler mustache. The murder papers talk of killing King on De De’s birthday. DD is the Library of Congress classification for Naziism. King was killed on 4/4, among sanitation workers. D is the 4th letter. We think of sanitation when we hire exterminators. From 1946 to 1964 was 18 years. AH again. A turnaround date. Lennon was killed on the anniversary of war’s declaration. December 8th. The birthday of Gail Burstyn, the author of the papers (gay-ill burstyn). The letters follow the pattern Y? OK! O! O, no!

Reagan entered politics in 1964 after making the film, “The Killers”.

Dulles laughed in Dallas. He had intervened at Nuremberg for the Gestapo. Goering was said to have cheated the hangman.


Mr Sparkly Pants

September 15th, 2007, 05:56 PM

Eggnog, when will you weave this stuff into my theory: that all four Beatles were fathered by Hitler? It’s all yours, baby. On Mr Sparkly Pants.


toasterhedgehog

September 15th, 2007, 07:38 PM

(Culled from Wikipedia Entry) Mount Desert Island is 108 square mile island off the coast of Maine, and is the largest Island on the states coast. It has a permanent population of around 10,000. Acadia National Park draws nearly 4 million tourists to Mount Desert Island. The island was named by a French explorer who noticed the islands mountain tops had no vegetation.

Menacing nature aside, it sure can be pretty:

Mount Desert Island is host to one of the largest cold water marine biology laboratories in the country.

A yearly marathon is hosted there.

I had to look up who Robert Fripp was too. I’d never heard of King Crimson.


eggnog

September 15th, 2007, 09:29 PM

The root point that would be most elusive is knowledge that a critical Jewish movement stopped hating Hitler and turned their hatred on those who stood on the sidelines sitting on their hands, or jeering. Some of them came to love Hitler as their psychological liberator from the false consciousness of normal morality. They fell in love with war. It’s very eerie, but Wolfgang Staudt understood. His film, “The Enemy is Among Us” (1946) is his message in a bottle.

Gail Burstyn in her letters written for Reagan, Chapman and Hitler poses a supernatural argument with human life about human reality.

Claiming to be intoxicated, fascinated with her, Brian Eno and Oliver Stone did her bidding, betraying, failing to warn, acting out her will, her movement, her symbolism, her logo-rapine, her arguments with the Jim Jones idea that human life is fulfilled by death. 1. Nietzsche. 2. Sturm und drang. The usual Germanophile bullshit in the new flasks of Velvets.

A great pity, but lack of experience in the great drama of Hitler, its seduction, and lacking principled originality, coupled with berzerker PTSD and Hollywood ennui? Oliver Stone proved a deadlier Reagan disciple than Oliver North.

The reason this story will never be told to the children is that Adolf Hitler understood Paul McCartney so very succintly that it’s appalling.

Parliament must writhe to think it through free of psychobabble walls of sound and dementia in the service of psychological warfare. A simple case of Jimmy Crary, twisted beyond recognition by Peter Sinfield’s sadism, greed and deceit.

It’s an ugly story. Possibly the ugliest story ever told.


eggnog

September 16th, 2007, 07:14 AM

http://jaxmice.jax.org/library/notes/438a.html, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:USS_Iowa_BB61_Iowa_Explosion_1989.jpg, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exxon_Valdez

Here are some links to Operation: Medicine Man which preceded 911.

Ms. Hayford probably still has the paper Operation: Death Seed that came out just before Operation: Desert Shield. Everyone knows that my poem: I have a firefly named Iron Hammer came out just before Bush, jr. called the Invasion of Iraq Operation: Iron Hammer.

It’s just amazing that Reagan understood Yoko Ono so well and that Bush and Stockwell identified Midori Goto’s role on the day she was born, as the records of Gail Burstyn, in which she was named in 1974, make obvious.


Shattered Roses

September 16th, 2007, 06:47 PM

in reference to everything you’ve (eggnog) posted below, what the hell are you talking about??

You state random facts and perhaps you say “mmhmm, it makes sense now,” but we have no clue at how Reagan links up to Hitler? Do you know how to use a thesis statement? If you do, imagine you were writing a paper for one of those classes you slept through. Everything you’ve written below amounts to your brainstorming, scrap work. Put it all together in one statement. Tell us in just one concise sentence what the hell you’re getting at.


Rhode Islander

September 17th, 2007, 11:07 PM

This ugly story doesn’t need to be repeatedAnd yet, it will be. At least a thousand times. By next week at the latest.


eggnog

September 18th, 2007, 07:13 AM

Especially if some dumbass comes and says, keep it short.


Shattered Roses

September 19th, 2007, 07:23 PM

Especially if some dumbass comes and says, keep it short.

You just weren’t being clear. You stated evidence without telling us what this evidence supports.

So you are saying that Adolf Hitler and Ronald Reagan were allies in the the creation of a sinister plot to unleash AIDS on the world. Because I am not going to go through any trouble to assess the veracity of the evidence you cite, I’m going to assume it’s all true.

Are you saying that Hitler and Reagan were active allies or figurative ones? Honestly, to say that Hitler and Reagan actually ever even spoke to each other is far fetched. Reagan was just a kid when Hitler died. Unless you claim that Hitler survived?

Are you also saying that Yoko Ono had her buddy Hitler kill John Lennon? This is equally as far fetched when you look at simply how old Yoko was when Hitler was alive.

However, the theory that Hitler may have developed the AIDS virus is both possible and plausible. A hole in this theory is when this virus was first seen. If what you claim is true, then the virus would have shown up in Jewish, Homosexual, and other populations in large quantities in the 1950′s (around twenty years before the first documented cases.)

What you are saying is that Hitler got revenge (much like Montezuma) by creating a virus, spread by Ronald Reagan? I still don’t understand the point of murdering John Lennon. Historically, if this were true, it would be certainly a big story. But i doubt it is.

And I have no problem with the truth. I am in no power to suppress truth. If you bring some truth, I’ll glady accept it. Just give an argument that is coherent and to-the-point.

1. The Burstyn archive.
2. The Zell archive.
3. GPGP (impounded by government action)
4. SAMA (impounded by government action)

You’re assuming we know what these things are. Care to explain?


eggnog

September 19th, 2007, 07:58 PM

You just weren’t being clear. You stated evidence without telling us what this evidence supports.

Um. Not clear, but very tired, will try again. In 1984 I was a Medical Library Clerk. The awful sight of the victims of AIDS before any treatment at all was known made me cry out in despair for these poor souls. When Reagan began jeering them, I demanded an accounting.

First of all, I had been tortured by a sex and death cult as a child. Second of all, they appeared to have mobilized for mandatory AIDS testing. So I followed them. Proved this fact and that the plan pre-dated the appearance of HIV.

Fine. Came home. Found they had killed John Lennon. They also convinced Oliver Stone to make it all a warped game for control of the commercial traffic in distortions about what happened, because The Beatles, through Fripp, involved in the Gurdjieff Cult, had helped Zell of the cult who my case shows set up the AIDS war game and was in the same gang who killed Lennon. To do this Fripp had to doubly victimize me and deceive history, he hopes for all time, through tactics like you.

Okay.

So Lennon’s survivors helped those who started AIDS out of concern for the destiny of their intellectual property, nevermind public warning. I was a correspondent with them. I know.

Okay.

I’m too tired to explain all this right now but basically Reagan’s attorney for Mt. Desert Island had me in D.C. on the day he claims he was shot. He waved to me the night before. The attorney’s brochure reads, “There’s no such thing as objective reality only what the jury believes”. I learned to my dismay that George Bush was on my father’s ship in the Navy in World War Two and he got into it with daddy, a human rights author later when Bush was running the CIA and I was horribly tortured and deafened as a child.

The Beatles blamed me for Lennon’s murder and they attacked, had raped, my deaf girlfriend. All while orchestrating jeering to the effect that I was never tortured, a sufficiently sinister lie that I suspect more deeply than ever the hand of Bush over the coward Paul.

Okay.

Since it appeared to go by a war cryptology, a NYPD cop pointed out that Lennon was killed on the anniversary of the declaration of war against Japan (just for a very quick example), I looked at the JFK scenario closely and can show that the exact same cryptology is present there and leads to Reagan. His claim to being shot is his alibi. He had me in D.C. that March day in 1981 for the show. Master of Hollywood. There’s a lot of reasons I was chosen. Franklin Graham last month called humanists the most serious threat to America since communism. Daddy wrote, “Humanizing the School” so I was a marked man at birth. Bush knew he could manipulate the English and twits like The Stranger, driven by sexual rivalry, would consciously and deliberately respond to my importance with hatred and rage. Not something I grokked as a leftist teen.

The crime is largely a story of alibis.

Anyway. Eisenhower doubted Hitler’s demise.. I have an article about that from Associated Press, I think. There are signs. Goering cheated the hangman. The source of the legend that he killed himself was Hanna Reitsch a celebrated experimental test pilot who was the last person seen with him.

CNN reported his death in Mendoza, Argentina in January of 1987.

Do you want to see the Court Documents?


Shattered Roses

September 20th, 2007, 05:26 PM

I’m beginning to understand what you’re talking about. It’s really quite interesting. However, who are you and “daddy”? You see to me, all you are is some commenter on The Stranger. You could be Jimmy Carter for all I know. Who are you?


eggnog

September 20th, 2007, 06:15 PM

I’m the uncle of Steve Thompson, in West Virginia Politics. My name is Mac Crary. My full name is James MacRyland Crary. I was born in Pittsburgh Oct. 20, 1960. My father was Ryland Wesley Crary, author of “America’s Stake in Human Rights”, “Foundations of Modern Education”, “Humanizing the School” and several other works, including a history book. He died Emeritus in Bethany, West Virginia in the Summer of 1985. He had a Gold Star and I look nothing like him. He is the most amazing person I have ever, ever seen. Really fulfilling character on the level of charm, quark humor and miraculous, entertaining education. What an incredibly apt and droll vocabulary he had. Despite many dark comments that came his way, “you’d be ashamed of your son if you knew” my father could see clearly that I was onto something and he sympathized. His proudest moment of me was sheer amaze after reading an editorial in the newspaper with which he was nodding in gratification and relish to find my name at the end. Although he spent little time with me, what time he did spend was genial. Unlike feelings about me, people who knew him thought he was wonderful. He said I tended to “dwell in another realm”.

I live in Chinatown of Seattle, Washington and just finished my lifelong pursuit, a book of poetry, “Hypotenuse”. Although I cannot presently afford the printing cost of four dollars and time involved, if you or anyone else wants an email edition, just dispatch your return path to deaftears@yahoo.com and include HYPOTENUSE in the subject line.

I won’t bring in my place of rehabilitation because of appearances that advise caution lately, but I ride the bus everyday from Chinatown and will give my full attention to anyone responsible enough to ask it of me in writing, since I am deaf.


Shattered Roses

September 20th, 2007, 06:34 PM

thank you. you’re more important and credible than i first imagined. care to carry on theorizing?


eggnog

September 21st, 2007, 06:24 AM

First of all, some of it is theorizing and some of it is clearly proven. I have contemplated withholding speculation because the nature of the situation is that a wall of obstruction exists that was devized in the public to prevent by opprobrium and ignorance proper investigation by authorities, not least because of the transient authorities involved and desire to keep them immune. However, in light of the fact that the proven issues, such as AIDS being manmade, lead in the direction of analysis, it is difficult not to pursue the logic of the arrangement. Regretably, the logic is totally consistent with only one idea: the rescue of Adolf Hitler by Allen Dulles, who then assassinated Kennedy with the help of Ronald Reagan.

In realizing that I am important, which is objectively so, and certainly against my wishes, since it has isolated me, you should take note that I am being used very cruelly and stripped of my legacy, my livelihood, my loved ones, my welfare, my belongings, and even the dignity of specific truths as opposed to specific falsehoods about where I have been, with who and what has been done to me.

Usually, this malific undertaking is sanctioned by the fact that the Beatles accompliced Adolf Hitler. While this is clearly human tragedy at its worst, it is also something that one, if careful enough about the Commonwealth, can not only come to see but learn to live with as almost an inevitable result of his having survived with a powerful ally in America. The Beatles pretty much operated on the assumption that he was dead and that his philosophy died with him. Maybe it would have if he’d been caught. Certainly the Cold War’s end owes a great deal to their passing, but those terrible firecrackers are still around and the earth shows every sign of giving up, under the stress of the way we keep fucking with her.

The Beatles really needed to be better people. They should have shown some dignity about me. They should have risen to the occassion of warning people when they knew. I think, perhaps, they realized that if I had been told in 1985, when they really started plying me with letters, that Reagan knew, I would have demanded his immediate arrest by Federal Marshalls and that clearly is beyond the moral fibre of the Beatles. Perhaps that is how they justify letting us die, but I don’t think so. Celine Dion entered the picture with unhealthy, disordered, and dishonest slanders about me. Yoko Ono and Gail Burstyn had been working on me psychologically as a post-pedophiled trauma hostage child torture victim and were setting up a feminist thrill kill operation. Celine Dion used the phrase “validate it” against all reality. I had been a sensitive and careful boyfriend. Dion’s attitude about pornography, which is rigged to allow such police distortion, is just an attempt to justify torture and rape. They raped my retarded and epileptic, orphan, Korean, mistreated, adorable, kind, childlike deaf loved one. The Beatles did. To please Reagan and to protect their alliance with him.

Perhaps, at this late date, Oliver Stone and Pink Floyd realize what a horrible catastrophe Reagan was, but they haven’t yet accepted that my love for Fripp and Midori has been destroyed. They belong in prison for what they did to us. But it is a celebrity superstate and the Beatles are the most powerful propaganda instrument the West and the Super-rich have ever known. Do you think, with a letter like the one I wrote to Leslie Katz, that the KKK, protecting the fact of AIDS being manmade, won’t lynch the queerbait/deaf “nigger” in their clutches? Given the support of the King Family who howled that I was after their “intellectual property”? Just forget about it.

This is an example of a fact that is not theory. The Beatles know, about love, only how to manipulate it. Love is their weapon.


Shattered Roses

September 21st, 2007, 07:31 PM

I never intended you (eggnog) to spill your heart out to me if you didn’t want to. I didn’t violate your privacy. There are things as private messages, you know.


eggnog

September 21st, 2007, 07:53 PM

I was not referring to you, I was referring to an attack prostitute who became engaged to me on an errand of attempted murder. I do, however, know the reality, that a neuroplasm in the facial nerve was wired to the vocal centers so that those who inflicted the injury could call me a liar and extrude the testimony in an environment of accepted fraud to make money on the intellectual property after the public accepted being deceived. That this does not outrage you impresses me.

Those who saw me in a shredded pair of beans pants, wet, since I owned nothing else, shivvering by the Mississippi River, scrawling my essays on dirty papers plates, and crawling to the public library in the last hours before they kicked me out, sleeping in a bug infested hotel for immigrants so putrid that thousands were on my couch, just to get the truth out, that I was not the driver at Kelly School, probably knew in their hearts that I forcing myself to give testimony not to win Midori, whose hatred and spite were obvious and cruel, and rigged as a contest, but to help you who I did not know and had never met, understand in the hopes not that you would help me so much as do something to stop them before you, too, tasted what they want for your future.

This was personal, towards me, because Bush hated daddy, true, but he is exampling me.

My testimony should have been taken in a court of law. I shouldn’t have been presumed a liar. A knowledgeable victim’s advocate would have seen that I was hostage. I wasn’t after King/Lennon property. I opened a letter addressed to me that the Taliban claimed to be President Ringo Starr’s spiritual property because otherwise no one would have ever known what it said.

It doesn’t matter whether I did so for you or myself, however, such questions are intended to justify torture and rape and the denial of rights.

So, I don’t know how or why you are angling this way, and I don’t care. My testimony is not only in the public domain, but I have yelled and screamed and made it clear.

If you want to laugh yourself to death and go to your grave cheering Hitler, be my guest. I don’t care that much anymore. Having been put through what the Jews were so that I would understand why they came to hate you more than they hated Hitler, I have decided that there is such a thing as a broken man. But I do not have to change my moral universe to what they tried to put in my skull with neuro-behavioral research. I have seen Adolf in my eyes. I understand what he did.


Shattered Roses

September 21st, 2007, 08:10 PM

a neuroplasm in the facial nerve was wired to the vocal centers so that those who inflicted the injury could call me a liar and extrude the testimony in an environment of accepted fraud to make money on the intellectual property after the public accepted being deceived. That this does not outrage you impresses me.

If you want to laugh yourself to death and go to your grave cheering Hitler, be my guest. I don’t care that much anymore. Having been put through what the Jews were so that I would understand why they came to hate you more than they hated Hitler, I have decided that there is such a thing as a broken man. But I do not have to change my moral universe to what they tried to put in my skull with neuro-behavioral research. I have seen Adolf in my eyes. I understand what he did.

I never once called you a liar. I merely asked for clarification.

And to comment on how I “cheer” Hitler, my entire family was in Germany during the Second World War. My great-great grandparents were Communist Jews. Needless to say Hitler killed them. My great grandfather converted to Presbyterianism to stay alive, but could never really abandom his faith in communism. He was sent to the coal mines and died during this labor. My grandfather was young then and was able to join the Hitler Youth to stay alive. He did not advocate what Hitler did. He watched his father and grandparents be killed by Hitler. He knew that the only way to live would be to join a movement that was held in the same regard today as the boy scouts. More than half of my great uncles became members of the German army and died in the war. If you think I cheer Hitler for killing most of my family, you are mistaken.


Shattered Roses

September 22nd, 2007, 05:34 PM

My beloved brother Adam, who is Jewish, like you,

I’m not Jewish. I’m Presbyterian. My family was forced to convert to avoid the holocaust.

He alone cannot overthrow the hideous strength of an arrogant rock music establishment working for George Bush in earth’s most shattering hour of inhuman doublespeak. No chance. Nor will he try. He will comfort you, in his strange way, with the story that I’m mentally disturbed, but doing what I do because I think it’s true and that this fact makes clear that I perceive a moral mandate. For obvious reasons. He can tell you, wow, I’ve known Mac all my life, he’s a lovely person. No way would he ever hurt anyone. No way. But it won’t make any difference to those who tortured me into screams so they could outlaw my screams and punish my screams and say that my screams were proof that I was dangerous.

Is it that the Beatles would only attack a helpless retarded girl? What choice did they have? Were they supposed to stand up to Reagan? Truth isn’t even a consideration. It isn’t admissible. It’s derided. They couldn’t care less. They want control in New York City and it all has worked so beautifully.

Turn it around, they cheer. Show your love and forgiveness, the world will come rejoicing because Reagan didn’t know!

Reagan and half of The Beatles are dead. Ringo and Paul haven’t cooperated on an album for at least a decade.


Mr Sparkly Pants

September 22nd, 2007, 06:50 PM

Intermarriage is political and a major factor in organized crime. Control of me, subservient due to dependencies caused by deafness, was an easy matter.

What caused my deafness was standinig front row at DEVO last night with no earplugs. A constant ringing today. After leaving the show, it felt like all the environmental noise was filtered by my invisible earmuffs. The Grampa Spudboys had it cranked.

Oh, and: Robert Fripp is a coward, the Beatles are rapists. I hope they all rot in hell with Reagan, Peter Gabriel, and Martin Sheen.


eggnog

September 22nd, 2007, 08:47 PM

Well, maybe you guys can run along now. I’m pretty tired and want to wind up my presentation in this forum.

How you guys, doing anyway? Up to anything new lately?


Shattered Roses

September 24th, 2007, 07:28 PM

How you guys, doing anyway? Up to anything new lately?

I’m in an off-broadway musical.


Rhode Islander

September 24th, 2007, 07:49 PM

I’m in an off-broadway musical.Way, way off Broadway.


eggnog

September 25th, 2007, 08:13 AM

Do ya got a big role?


Shattered Roses

September 25th, 2007, 05:20 PM

Do ya got a big role?

It’s a production of “Cabaret” and I play Herr Schultz. So yeah, I suppose it is.


eggnog

September 25th, 2007, 05:23 PM

must be nifty, don’t remember that role. i just remember the harlequin squeezing liza minelli’s breasts

does the play have a meaning?


Shattered Roses

September 25th, 2007, 05:32 PM

must be nifty, don’t remember that role. i just remember the harlequin squeezing liza minelli’s breasts

does the play have a meaning?

Actually, the play is different from the movie. Herr Schultz isn’t in the movie. He is a Jew who marries a non-Jew and then they break up because of Nazis and Herr Schultz is sent to a concentration camp.

You’d like it. It’s anti-Hitler.


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eggnog

September 20th, 2007, 07:43 AM

As a freshman in college, I once mused that the CIA was modelled on the Gestapo and the klan when the Dulles Brothers started the Arms Race, and that the CIA was the olde antebellum slave group, just as the National Security Council is the paranoidization byproduct of the White Citizen’s Council idea. I figure that when they were finally forced to embrace multi-culturalism, they released the AIDS virus and created the Colors Movement, a system of token representatives of the superclass through the celebrity superstate media. A sort of Noah’s Ark of Hate.

Item: I just got my pap’s old dog eared copy of the history of the san jacinto. there is an oblique stroke, a hairline, through the word “north” in the old original.

eggnog

September 23rd, 2007, 04:38 PM

The nature of reality dictates that any candidate cleared for public office must accept the secret state and be an approved government public of principal lackies. Hence, any victory is hollow once a national candidate reachs the ballot.

Oh, we had the right to be skeptical. We’ll get around to it. How do we know Kucinich isn’t just another Bi-Partisan feint justifying the attrition of civil liberties, the perpetuation of a brazen corporate war game, an ultimate gladiator sports using unwilling and unsuspecting disabled people as fodder?

Has he ever spoken out? Has he ever requested information about Case CO2-623? Unlikely, unless to laugh up his sleeve.

Kucinich is just another one of them. He fails the hmmm test.


eggnog

September 23rd, 2007, 04:41 PM

It should read “approved government puppet” which is just as appropriate a word as you can find, despite its long exhausted utility to propaganda. I find, on reflection, an element of psychological prediction that I rule Taliban. Supernaturalism and Svengaliism in offices high is just another sign that Bush is the 21st Century Schizoid Man. Kucinich is just an understudy.


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eggnog

September 25th, 2007, 12:56 AM

The Lottery should be abolished. It exists to underwrite the Ruling Class by persuading the lower classes to carry the torch of the system allowing unlimited wealth to the truly depraved, by getting everyone to say, keep it that way, because if I get the big one I’d want it that way, too.


Shattered Roses

September 25th, 2007, 05:23 PM

The Lottery should be abolished. It exists to underwrite the Ruling Class by persuading the lower classes to carry the torch of the system allowing unlimited wealth to the truly depraved, by getting everyone to say, keep it that way, because if I get the big one I’d want it that way, too.

I like institutions like the lottery. They allow you to dream of Heaven. As it says in the book, Sandman, “What power would Hell have if those imprisoned there were not able to dream of Heaven?” Neil Gaiman wrote that. Lovely, eh?


Melle

September 25th, 2007, 06:34 PM

I like institutions like the lottery. They allow you to dream of Heaven. As it says in the book, Sandman, “What power would Hell have if those imprisoned there were not able to dream of Heaven?” Neil Gaiman wrote that. Lovely, eh?

And if Heaven is a place where the 1% inside the gates get to live with 90% of the wealth, what better way to quiet the masses outside than make them “dream of Heaven”?

I agree with Eggnog. The purpose of the lottery is to get people who ought to be fighting the social order to prop it up instead, so it’s still there for them to enjoy when they win their piece.


Shattered Roses

September 25th, 2007, 07:02 PM

And if Heaven is a place where the 1% inside the gates get to live with 90% of the wealth, what better way to quiet the masses outside than make them “dream of Heaven”?

I agree with Eggnog. The purpose of the lottery is to get people who ought to be fighting the social order to prop it up instead, so it’s still there for them to enjoy when they win their piece.

That is, if you aren’t afraid of the poor realizing they outnumber us and taking over.


Melle

September 25th, 2007, 07:16 PM

That is, if you aren’t afraid of the poor realizing they outnumber us and taking over.

Who you callin’ “us,” rich man?


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eggnog

September 26th, 2007, 10:46 PM

The coward Fripp and George Bush are locked in an Attilla and the Witch Doctor embrace and their failed plans focus obsessively on yours truly because they need me to sell their fraud so that Franklin Graham can secure a lot more Christian slaves to field the AIDS victims that the Celebrity Superstate helped Reagan and Hitler produce.

Sean Lennon, who wants to hide and profit by his mother’s murderous engineering, has shrewdly redirected the arguments into a claim that I should be a leader in the field of AIDS victims rather than a witness in a court of law because he helped alibi those who released AIDS make up a story about superhazing me with torture and bacterials.

The very fact that I could be poisoned in the heart in plain view, stalked by men who tortured me and raped a deaf girl, is telltale.

Pittsburgh name is as black as Auschwitz. That the coward Fripp is their lackey is known. He didn’t want me when I loved him. Fine. I sure as hell don’t now, and there’s no point pretending that I’ll help him spread his propaganda.

Reagan knew. It’s very simple. The catastrophe will not change a bit by any action I can take at this point. I tried and the coward Fripp shut me down. But that was a long, long time ago. If you want to live by the legerdemain of his sinister and hoary alliance with hell, who the hell cares?

I mean, I’m out. I sure don’t care anymore. I told you what you happened. I told you that I feel there is no excuse for Federal Marshalls have failed to arrest the guilty. That’s how I see it. I’m a witness, not a leader. I’m not a social worker. I’m not a nurse.

I saw what happened. I worked hard. I got here with some evidence.

All you assholes are doing is helping them lie. I don’t understand and I’ve trying very hard. I’ll never try as hard again.

I don’t care anymore.


Rhode Islander

September 26th, 2007, 11:33 PM

What’s not to love about the man who brought us Larks’ Tongues in Aspic, Discipline, Lizard and Red? Who could stay mad at the guy who laid down the guitar tracks in Heroes? Why, he was even inspired to write a song about Providence, RI at a time when the city was getting no love at all. That definitely gives him some bonus points in my book.

Bob, you’re definitely OK by me.

Robert Fripp and Peter Gabriel in Pittsburgh, writing another prog rock classic


Rhode Islander

September 27th, 2007, 09:17 PM

In addition to being a genius, Robert Fripp is a longtime and devoted friend of mankind. I wish all English rock stars were as cool as Bob.

Portrait of the artist, not raping anyone or inventing AIDS


Mr Sparkly Pants

September 28th, 2007, 09:06 AM

I hate myself for admitting this, but that was good.


Rhode Islander

October 2nd, 2007, 02:04 AM

Robert Fripp maliciously blamed me for the death of John Lennon
Robert Fripp, in addition to his other numerous qualities, is a sharp dresser and does not appear to smell bad. Those are both somewhat unusual traits for a rock star, I might add. Bob, keep on keeping on, my friend.

“I suspect Eggnog has been gnawing on jimson weed again, the poor thing.”


Robert Fripp

November 8th, 2009, 06:30 PM

Robert Fripp, in addition to his other numerous qualities, is a sharp dresser and does not appear to smell bad. Those are both somewhat unusual traits for a rock star, I might add. Bob, keep on keeping on, my friend.

“I suspect Eggnog has been gnawing on jimson weed again, the poor thing.”

Thank you, Mr. Islander. I shall endevour to continue to deserve your respect.


eggnog

November 9th, 2009, 02:16 PM

Boldly straightsforward a sniveller
prancing up and down
gesticulating and slandering
the an English is named Brown.


The brainblaster went on in February of 1994 after I opened the blackblood envelope and my ability to carry on normally despite it shows the strength of will in the human spirit and that it is obviously not schizophrenia. That is has the capability to convey thoughts that you would mistake as your own I have no doubt, but it is turned up too loud to be mistaken for thought in my case.

I wake in the morning to voices screaming, “Oliver Stone REALLY hates you!” “Peter Gabriel is sacrificing you”, and so on. The coward Fripp alluded to this equipment when he spoke of the brain having six watts of electricity and Gabriel also carried on about what it would be like living in a world where we could all hear our neighbor’s thoughts. The Taliban was very simple. Overwhelm the child brain with hate inputs and then extrude them through neuroplasms and call it essential nature. How they carried on that I am part Irish.

The existence and existential secrecy of this high power for human manipulation is endorsed by English before whom you grovel in your pathetic quest for status, like Brian Eno. What sniveller could be more loathsome than David Bowie, raping a retarded girl so he could kissy down in loveslavery with Reagan’s Pittsburgh Rottweillers, selling torture victims back to the Pitmans, after everything I did for King Crimson. An English is an ingrate so fulsome it scorched the tongue to even attempt to emit the foul degrade of their sadism and moral degradation. The fact that even Pittsburgh gulped at what Fripp did to little Jimmy speaks an encyclopedia.

You can add this horror to my schizoid man dossier, or to the curious reasons why Vaclav Havel’s sick mind hasn’t gone anywhere.

No I do not hear that voice again.


eggnog

September 28th, 2007, 10:31 AM

I really don’t have the patience to wait for someone to give me a lead so I can finish up, so I’ll just anticipate the usual lies and regard them as givens.

The idea that I am dangerous to Fripp is a purposeful creation of his criminally psychotic mind. The reason the coward Fripp took the side of Arnold’s daughter and Caspar was the benefit it gave him in Bush’s camp, and because of it’s egologic and because of Leslie’s token value as a Jewish American Princess to the Ark of Guiltless Survivors. It had nothing to do with fairplay. Paul McCartney gladly helped Lennon’s killers keep himself rich. Gladly. As for being a menace to them, I have had to longsince get used to the fact that the murderers are free to come and go. The only danger I pose would be if the laughable courts were to do their duty and arrest the guilty. To give you an idea of just how bad and totally undesirable my deaf, neurologically deteriorating, shattered life be (I sometimes have trouble lifting my spoon), my own family runs errands of support for tormentors. It’s a tragic fact of life in the Clinton Age.

I certainly agree that this thread, if ever witnessed, gives the Clintons and the National Security Syndrome escalation dominance over mental health claims. Certainly, I do not dwell on this issue, but I think you should know that this nuclear magnetic device, who opened ceremonies with the broadcast, “ultrahigh up in the sky” in 1994 took a key right out of my hand, snap, into thin air, repeatedly put a quarter in my pocket and I suspect melted down Chernobyl, a likely reason Russia yelt, “Sin”! and agreed to Glasnost, hardly a feather in Reagan Doodle’s cap, under the circumstances. Michael Tive, a violent Jewish crazy and Confederate of Burstyn, works at SONY with Midori KasperGo/to.

Clearly, it’s a new age for schizophrenics and the satan in your heart has much to fear. Given this set of facts, torture and false witness towards Little Boy were assured. Hitler won. It’s all over but the shouting. The Stranger did their minimal duty in making my concerns knowable, if not known.

Now run along and help Robert and Franklin convince the AIDS victims in Africa of the truth of benevolent Jesus and those in the elect of pitiless heropass.


toasterhedgehog

September 28th, 2007, 11:49 AM

What sniveller could be more loathsome than David Bowie

The existence and existential secrecy of this high power for human manipulation is endorsed by English before whom you grovel in your pathetic quest for status, like Brian Eno.

I was really hoping David Bowie and Brian Eno weren’t involved in all of this. I have all of David Bowie’s albums and some DVDs of his live performances. He’s one of my favorite musicians.

It’s hard to believe David Bowie could be that bad. Station to Station? Life on Mars? I don’t know if I can take it.

Bjork, Robert Smith, Thom Yorke, David Bowie, David Byrne, Brian Eno, Roger Waters: these are some of my peeps. Especially Thom Yorke. Thom Yorke is a good guy.


eggnog

September 28th, 2007, 02:57 PM

This is how it looked to me in Pittsburgh. Zell called me from Mt. Desert Island. He was in the Gurdjieff Cult. I had been expecting such a contact and had been very zombie-like towards them, hoping they would actually believe me so insensible that I would be at the mercy, just as I was in childhood. My reasoning was simply that their over-confidence was my best ally. If I could trip them up, there would be hope for an impartial investigation. When I saw the tattoo of the grim reaper pointing towards their seductress’s vagina I realized that the sex and death aspect of the cult was not my imagination. At that time, although I knew they were setting up a testing guinea pig experiment, I had not yet noticed that the words to Schizoid Man had the conscious contents of the idea at work. First I realized that Ian was a neuro-surgeon, then I saw the reference to death seed then I remembered Zell saying something to me in art school, before the epidemic about “a scheme to transform the human race by injecting the blood”. He answered that allegation, a postcard surrounding my name with positive and negative signs and affirming, sort of, his comment about injecting people. It’s right there in writing. He was over-confident. It was my best ally.

But the slur I had followed so curiously to this macabre island had an alibi artist in Britain, slurring over sex, giving me bacteriologicals, and calling it a scared straight program. Since the planning pre-dated the onslaught he was either dead wrong or he was lying. I did not yet understand that he was planning to make money on egologic by wetpetting the assassins.

Greg Karl had been deviously parochial and Leslie Katz had rubbed her virgin monologue in my face. Deafness had prevented me from fulfilling the collegiate aspirations of my father. He got whispers about me. There’s actually proof of that fact. They degraded me and I left me standing there in the dust. Leslie laughed in my face and Greg derided me and I had a bit of a complex about it. The coward Fripp was this delighted to learn. For one thing, as Bowie’s guitarist, (Mick Ronson smooched me when I was 14) the coward Fripp had lots to say to Bowie about the man who cudda saved John Lennon. All worked up about the virgin pussy. There’s video of a fan going to great lengths to introduce his girl to Bowie who promptly makes off with her. Gabriel worked with the liars who claimed I was a racist and a Louis to make a race tat claim on Midori, which is what she wanted, too, although she posed as the victim. HIV might as well mean Hitler Is Victim.

They inverted reality to their hearts’ content. I had been extremely courteous to Leslie through our long sessions of noctural ordeal. Amanda Harcourt and Cynthia Lennon, calling themselves Amnesty International, contacted Larry Flynt about all of it, as well as pedophiles. They humiliated me beyond the most loathsome inhumanity I have ever heard described during seizures excepting stories from Japanese POW camps and of course Treblinka.

Gabriel acted out Midori sleeping with the man who tortured me as a child, as they forced to sleep in the streets of Iowa, suffering convulsions, raping my mind, after the rape of my girlfriend. When I got to Seattle they demanded my hearing aids.

You could never even begin to comprehend their unimaginable cruelty. I don’t know what you know about nightriders, or the have read about the tactics the klan used all over the South in the 50′s to instill terror, but that is what was done to me as a child. I am sure I was in the state that the man who tried to hide from a shotgun blast under his pickup truck (he died) was in 20 or 30 thirty times before we sold our home and fled.

My testimony about this atrocity was routed by Fripp right back to the men who did it.


eggnog

October 1st, 2007, 10:17 AM

As a demonstration project during a homeless ordeal when I didn’t have hearing aids and could not even hear myself speak a man approached me in a Microsoft tee-shirt and spoke with me at length in a completely audible, discernible voice. We had a conversation like some sort of creepy interlude/kyogen in a matrix movie.

Clearly, in a better world, all the students at Gallaudet would be in an auditorium today listening for the first time in their lives to The Nutcracker Suite. But such material power is exclusively for the corporate police state and its existence has to be denied. They’re counting on you the faithful souls.

It was reportedly uncovered playing with high frequency radar.


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eggnog

October 3rd, 2007, 08:57 PM

Brian Eno’s status quo high finance Taliban line in the sand is not justice, either. :o

eggnog

October 6th, 2007, 06:50 AM

I call upon King County to convene a Congress of Judges for special review of the documents presented in Case CO2-623 of the U.S. District Court and to hear testimony of mental illness in the Supreme Court.


eggnog

October 7th, 2007, 05:04 PM

David Bowie had to come up with a scheme that impressed his African wife while he sold Africa down the river. He brought home a diamond Japanese status symbol and a white child in bondage. How Iman twittered!

The undergirders of Ringo’s Ronald Show and support for the AIDS Gestapo are awful #1 and still more awful #2. The cowardly chump of high stakes slurs, sneers and bellows that little Jimmy was out sniffing. That’s Awful #1. Still more awful #2 is that the rape of a retarded girl, his strange, strange alibi for support of Mt. Desert Island, was divine justice proving the infinite lawfulness of super-moneymania, otherwise known as The Taliban.

Creepshow it is. The Celebrity Superstate of Ronald Reagan selling the AIDS onslaught on the Wings of Lennon’s murder. Top Secrets of the Big Top.

In the neighborhood where I was administered a nerve agent, I asked a man years later who made cabinets if he would give a child inhalants to ennbriate with if asked. He said no. I said what if the child was kicking and screaming and begging you let him. He said no, not even if the child was kicking and screaming and begging you let him. Well, if it was up to Ringo Starr, a child can be beaten, tortured, pedophiled, abducted, terrorized, threatened, butchered and gassed, but he still did it willingly, grunt, grunt, grunt.

The resultant confusion is still further proof of guilt.

April 16, 1986 is a pivotal date in the AIDS onslaught. It is the date when an Aktion took place at Pitt … mark that…PIT… that allowed those who support those who released the AIDS onslaught to profess to be doing so under the banner of Anti-Racism! On this night Defsukke Louis Louis’d and thus offended all the Black Master Race. Midori must be sacrifice to their appease of the Allah quench.

Thus did Japan, like Hitler and Reagan attain their Victim Status. Kowtow and apologize!

Midori may now embrace the assassins and thus teach Quank Queerball the sacred higherness of the Klang.

Thus Spake Hillary.

The obscenity of the accomplice faction never fails.

As is usual when a European syphyllitic demands mandatory trust, it has committed outrages beyond number. Watching the struggle of an accomplice faction for moral dominance, stranger than fiction, in the clutter of the West is wryly repugnant and richly unedifying. Ugly, like Bowie, one can no more turn away than from a sickening bad dream. It serves the purpose of our enemies to see great pride masking great shame. For Hitler, morality was a ploy, just as it is for his bought boy, William Safire, a man who laughs at the rape of children.

From the horror hell of their bondage and hostage garages of ether, crawled a Defsukke, pleading for help from a Texas Chainsaw Massacre, only to be raped again by a cowardly English of unspeakable infamy.

Empowering hatred is the way that Peter Gabriel got away with using Amnesty International as an office for rape and torture. My mother made a Sophie’s Choice in the matter that Gabriel exploited. He sneers that since I cannot defeat my own family in means I’m just as guilty as he is. Humiliated, he attacks my poetry, my girlfriend, my dignity, with any lie that he can summon. His desperation is easily seen in his pathological cruelty, his cyber-stalking, his stalking, his war-gaming, his hair-splitting and in the way he summons the guilty to provide his rationales. There’s nothing new in Julian Lennon’s craven empowerment of his own father’s killers.

The coward Fripp is the ultimate illiberal, seething that traumatic amnesia is proof that nothing happened. No act is too loathsome for this English colluder, scheming for dividends when a child is brain-damaged and inflicted with brainwashing in child hostage situations for the purpose of intellectual property cult slavery. Fripps sneers at the identity confusion, the fumbling, drowning acts of high school plagarism, nothing is too loathsome for a man to whom a retarded girl’s rape is an act of heroism.

Gabriel incited the queers to doubly attack his deaf victims in the name of Bowie and Elizabeth Taylor and their wretchedness is said to excuse all that is loathsome. Reagan was thus able to manipulate victim politics with the curse of a single unearned penny in his zero sum game, but his ultimate intention, and that of Bill Safire, to use me, to forcibly enlist me in promote of a global theme of Reagan’s holy innocence, has failed. Saying Reagan knew may give Peter Gabriel all he needs to get away with rape and torture, but Reagan still knew. That’s just how it is.


TheDude

October 8th, 2007, 07:38 AM

Oh NO! Not Bowie too!

DAMMIT!


eggnog

October 8th, 2007, 07:55 AM

I take that you worship Mr. Misleader?


TheDude

October 8th, 2007, 08:23 AM

I take that you worship Mr. Misleader?

That would be a no. I don’t worship anyone or anything… with the occasional exception of my girlfriends lovely vagina. But that’s only when I’m drunk.


Mr Sparkly Pants

October 8th, 2007, 04:39 PM

It has been suggested that, as a young boy, Chapman was “very sensitive and that his parents’ anger towards each other intruded upon his normal development. He retreated from a very early age into a fantasy world.”

For a period during his teens he regularly smoked marijuana and ingested LSD. Chapman was a fan of the Beatles, particularly Lennon, but was reportedly angered by Lennon’s infamous 1966 remark that the Beatles were “more popular than Jesus”.

Jan Reeves, sister of one of Chapman’s best friends, reports that Chapman “seemed really angry toward John Lennon, and he kept saying he could not understand why John Lennon had said it. According to Mark, there should be nobody more popular than the Lord Jesus Christ. He said it was blasphemy. The song “Imagine” also angered Chapman – at prayer meetings and religious rallies, Chapman and his prayer group also sang a parody with the lyric “Imagine, imagine John Lennon is dead.” Chapman had also read in a library book (John Lennon: One Day at a Time by Anthony Fawcett) about Lennon’s life in New York. “He was angry that Lennon would preach love and peace but yet have millions [of dollars],” said his wife Gloria. Chapman later reported that “He told us to imagine no possessions, and there he was, with millions of dollars and yachts and farms and country estates, laughing at people like me who had believed the lies and bought the records and built a big part of their lives around his music.”


Jesus Christ

October 8th, 2007, 04:48 PM

Chapman was a fan of the Beatles, particularly Lennon, but was reportedly angered by Lennon’s infamous 1966 remark that the Beatles were “more popular than Jesus”.

I can’t understand why. Many people have been much more popular than I. Even people who were not Jews. Popularity is a fabrication. So is unpopularity. Kipling said that. So did Siddhartha. Did I mention that We play chess, Siddhartha and I? He cheats.


Mr Sparkly Pants

October 8th, 2007, 05:55 PM

Still, I guess it’s important to look at the shibboleths and the various explanations that Mark Chapman, his attorneys and his psychiatric team put together for Reagan and popular discussion are certainly part of the Hitler record.

Hitler? You mean the record that states he. . . fathered all four of the Beatles?

(please say ‘yes’)


punyhumans

October 15th, 2007, 04:08 PM

wow, I used to love Bowie when I was a girl. I guess I am a Jew.


Melle

October 15th, 2007, 05:21 PM

Eggnog:

I like Bowie quite a bit, or rather, I like the first 8 or so years of his career quite a bit. It’s a shock to me that he’s also involved in nefarious activities. The Beatles were also a pretty heavy shock, because I love their music to death.

In order to avoid any further shocks, I will list some more of my very favorite pop musicians and ask you to please just give a “yes” or “no” as to whether they are horrible people guilty of vicious crimes, or not:

Sam Cooke
Aretha Franklin
Joni Mitchell
Stevie Wonder
Queen
Steely Dan
Prince
Black Francis
Jeff Buckley
Tool


Mr Sparkly Pants

October 15th, 2007, 05:44 PM

Black Francis

one of my faves:

I love that guy, and I love the Pixies like no man has ever loved.


Melle

October 15th, 2007, 05:55 PM

one of my faves:

I love that guy, and I love the Pixies like no man has ever loved.

Well fuck yeah, my only question is how did you select that particular song over, say, EVERY SINGLE OTHER SONG on that whole kickass album?

What about Kim Deal and her Breeders? I think they are pretty fuckin’ good too.


Melle

October 15th, 2007, 08:04 PM

Breeders do an awesome “Wicked Little Town” on “Wig in a Box.”

Huh, that’s funny. This is the first time I’ve heard of Wig in a Box (I just looked it up), but about a year before it came out I was in a band with a girl singer & we tried to do a cover of “Wicked Little Town.” Never could come up with a decent arrangement, though. I would love to hear the Breeders’ version. I’m sure they would NAIL it.


Mr Sparkly Pants

October 16th, 2007, 10:36 AM

Well fuck yeah, my only question is how did you select that particular song over, say, EVERY SINGLE OTHER SONG on that whole kickass album?

I always go for the hit. Well, not always.
Is that one off “Teenager of the Year?”

What about Kim Deal and her Breeders? I think they are pretty fuckin’ good too.

Like Belly, too.

That is a great record, song for song.


Monkeyfist

October 16th, 2007, 02:14 PM

Eggnog:

I like Bowie quite a bit, or rather, I like the first 8 or so years of his career quite a bit. It’s a shock to me that he’s also involved in nefarious activities. The Beatles were also a pretty heavy shock, because I love their music to death.

In order to avoid any further shocks, I will list some more of my very favorite pop musicians and ask you to please just give a “yes” or “no” as to whether they are horrible people guilty of vicious crimes, or not:

Sam Cooke
Aretha Franklin
Joni Mitchell
Stevie Wonder
Queen
Steely Dan
Prince
Black Francis
Jeff Buckley
Tool

Oh please Nog, don’t hurt Sam, Aretha, and Stevie! That’s a sacred set of musicians with me. In the category of the likes of Otis, Marvin, and James.


Melle

October 16th, 2007, 06:17 PM

I always go for the hit. Well, not always.
Is that one off “Teenager of the Year?”

Like Belly, too.

That is a great record, song for song.

Yeah, it’s on Teenager of the Year.

I should pick that Belly disc up. That and the Hedwig one. There was something else that was gonna get me to a record store, but I can’t remember what it was …


Melle

October 16th, 2007, 10:21 PM

Çàãðóç÷èê ìåëþùèõ òåë (÷å òû ìåëåøü?!) Çàëèâùèê ãîëîñîâûõ ïëàíîê (çíàþ ÿ òàêèõ, ïî ñóááîòàì îñîáåííî) Çóáîïîëèðîâùèê äåòàëåé ÷àñîâ (íè÷åãî íå ïîíÿë, íî çâó÷èò ñèëüíî) Èçãîòîâèòåëü çóáî÷èñòîê (î÷åíü ðåäêàÿ ïðîôåññèÿ, äóìàþ) Èçãîòîâèòåëü ìàêåòîâ ìàòðèö (ïðîñíèñü, Íåî!) Èíæåíåð-ëåñîïàòîëîã (ñëåñàðü-ãèíåêîëîã íåðâíî êóðèò â êîðèäîðå) Èíñïåêòîð ïî êîíòðîëþ çà èñïîëíåíèåì ïîðó÷åíèé (çà áàçàð îòâåòèøü!) Èñïûòàòåëü áóìàæíûõ ìåøêîâ (â ñàìîëåòå, íàâåðíîå) Èñïûòàòåëü èñòî÷íèêîâ òîêà (Àé, áëèí! Òîêîì áüåòñÿ!) Èñïûòàòåëü êîëåö (È îäíî âñåñèëüíîå – Âëàñòåëèíó Ìîðäîðà) Êàëüêóëÿòîð (íå ïîâåðèòå, ñ÷èòàåò!) Êàïåëüìåéñòåð (çàòî ÷àñòî-÷àñòî) Êîêñîî÷èñòèòåëü è Êîêñîðàçãðóç÷èê (ñêàæåì íàðêîòèêàì “Èíîãäà”) Êîìèññàð àâàðèéíûé (òàê, íà âñÿêèé ñëó÷àé…)


Crow

October 16th, 2007, 11:30 PM

Çàãðóç÷èê ìåëþùèõ òåë (÷å òû ìåëåøü?!) Çàëèâùèê ãîëîñîâûõ ïëàíîê (çíàþ ÿ òàêèõ, ïî ñóááîòàì îñîáåííî) Çóáîïîëèðîâùèê äåòàëåé ÷àñîâ (íè÷åãî íå ïîíÿë, íî çâó÷èò ñèëüíî) Èçãîòîâèòåëü çóáî÷èñòîê (î÷åíü ðåäêàÿ ïðîôåññèÿ, äóìàþ) Èçãîòîâèòåëü ìàêåòîâ ìàòðèö (ïðîñíèñü, Íåî!) Èíæåíåð-ëåñîïàòîëîã (ñëåñàðü-ãèíåêîëîã íåðâíî êóðèò â êîðèäîðå) Èíñïåêòîð ïî êîíòðîëþ çà èñïîëíåíèåì ïîðó÷åíèé (çà áàçàð îòâåòèøü!) Èñïûòàòåëü áóìàæíûõ ìåøêîâ (â ñàìîëåòå, íàâåðíîå) Èñïûòàòåëü èñòî÷íèêîâ òîêà (Àé, áëèí! Òîêîì áüåòñÿ!) Èñïûòàòåëü êîëåö (È îäíî âñåñèëüíîå – Âëàñòåëèíó Ìîðäîðà) Êàëüêóëÿòîð (íå ïîâåðèòå, ñ÷èòàåò!) Êàïåëüìåéñòåð (çàòî ÷àñòî-÷àñòî) Êîêñîî÷èñòèòåëü è Êîêñîðàçãðóç÷èê (ñêàæåì íàðêîòèêàì “Èíîãäà”) Êîìèññàð àâàðèéíûé (òàê, íà âñÿêèé ñëó÷àé…)

You do, and you’ll clean it up.


eggnog

October 17th, 2007, 05:17 AM

Gabriel is deliberately inflicting trauma in order to extrude uncompensated testimony. He plans to practice this sadism for the rest of my days because it worked and because it showcases the triumph of Reaganism over which he gloats.

When ACORN gave me a Certificate of Appreciation for my work as a writer in the park at Martin Luther King last month, I wept tears of utter defeat. It wasn’t that I didn’t feel happy for getting a plaque from my friends, nor that I didn’t support their cause, it is because I had been tortured and forced to write for a cause that I would have wanted to stand for anyway.

I have been told before that I will slave at the hands of the guilty, accept blame for their misdeeds and clean up after the atrocity of their accomplices, some of whom now have the sacred status of being sicker than me. Supposedly this is good work. What are they going to do, confer recognition after torture and rape?

You can speak English, Taliban Melle. You just don’t dare.


Mr Sparkly Pants

October 17th, 2007, 07:26 AM

I gather that Melle is a student of facelying and a hardened ridiculer working his art.

Last weekend when Melle went to the bar, the sign said “You must be 21 to enter.” So Melle started calling all his friends to see if he could get 20 people to meet up with him.

This is true. Melle is extra-dumb.


Melle

October 17th, 2007, 08:27 AM

You can speak English, Taliban Melle. You just don’t dare.

Oh yeah? How’s this, Eggy-baby? Am I coming through loud and clear? I get a feeling softer than the flesh under Mel Torme’s chin when I think of what I’m gonna do to you when you get home tonight, you little tramp. Oh yeah. I like the way it moves my toes!


Rhode Islander

October 18th, 2007, 02:57 AM

Oh yeah? How’s this, Eggy-baby? Am I coming through loud and clear? I get a feeling softer than the flesh under Mel Torme’s chin when I think of what I’m gonna do to you when you get home tonight, you little tramp. Oh yeah.How does one freak a paranoid schizophrenic nasty, anyway? Put on a Wesley Willis (http://www.monzy.org/wesley/) album and kick back on the couch with Mad Dog and lithium?


Monkeyfist

October 18th, 2007, 07:35 AM

How does one freak a paranoid schizophrenic nasty, anyway? Put on a Wesley Willis (http://www.monzy.org/wesley/) album and kick back on the couch with Mad Dog and lithium?

I’d rock out to some “I Kicked Batmans Ass!” with a cold steele reserve and some ritalin.

Rock over London, Rock on Chicago, Pointiac- We build excitement!


Rhode Islander

October 18th, 2007, 08:11 PM

I’d rock out to some “I Kicked Batmans Ass!” with a cold steele reserve and some ritalin.
I’d kick it to some “Casper the Homosexual Friendly Ghost” with a room temperature Thunderbird (http://www.bumwine.com/tbird.html) and a bottle of Thorazine (http://www.mentalhealth.com/drug/p30-c01.html).


toasterhedgehog

October 18th, 2007, 08:46 PM

I get a feeling softer than the flesh under Mel Torme’s chin when I think of what I’m gonna do to you when you get home tonight, you little tramp.

Schnurpht! Hee Hee. Wow. Nice. Wow.


Monkeyfist

October 22nd, 2007, 02:34 PM

How AIDS victims were betrayed with their own consent, pertains to a staged and phony intercept of the Burstyn scroll that found Fripp raping a deaf girl, Gabriel alibi’ing Will Zell, Paul McCartney and Elton John making bloodoaths to Reagan, David Bowie stroking Lennon’s assassins and Diamonda Galas bellowing eternal damnation against anyone who speaks out. For all their reputation, there aren’t, really, all that many in the Seattle Left who are going to stand up to Clinton when he starts committing heart poison crimes, or willing to browbeat Tony Levin and Adrian Belew for the projectioning laughingstocks they are. Once the Celebrity Superstate gets crowing in Benefit Horde of hardened accomplice, all hell breaks loose and no one, but no one can make sense of their riddles.

I strongly recommend that anyone who wants the truth look long and closely at the documentation from Case CO2-623 and just forget the idea that the Beatles ever meant well by anybody.

Finally I get your take on the fab four.


eggnog

October 23rd, 2007, 12:15 PM

I think most people have always known that their illusion about the Beatles was not reinforced by the reality and the detachment of the band from the circumstance of our lives has been there to keep the commercial hysteria in place for reasons of wealth and royalty, but investigating the origin of AIDS I learned that the delusion they had spun is in place to justify destroying, literally, totally innocent people, while glorifying the truly guilty, and this, pardon me is so shattering and depraved that I feel I must say something before I die.


Monkeyfist

November 2nd, 2007, 12:46 PM

I think most people have always known that their illusion about the Beatles was not reinforced by the reality and the detachment of the band from the circumstance of our lives has been there to keep the commercial hysteria in place for reasons of wealth and royalty, but investigating the origin of AIDS I learned that the delusion they had spun is in place to justify destroying, literally, totally innocent people, while glorifying the truly guilty, and this, pardon me is so shattering and depraved that I feel I must say something before I die.

Don’t anyone take this the wrong way. The Beatles wrote some great songs, and some beautiful music, but, I digress. I always thought there was something a little to self-informed about them (John and Paul) as people. Ringo and George always seemed to be kind of sitting back and throwing abone out there here and there.
But the smug attitude I saw in the two, was a little unnerving. Maybe it’s because I’m not British, not even from ancestral degrees. So I can’t identify with thier mannerisms.
As time went on though, I look at the footage of John from the 80′s, he seemed to be trying to write a new playbook with every passing second or something. The drive that steamed them through the 60′s and 70′s seemed to take a different direction in attitude once the 80′s started.
This may be due to my extreme distaste for that entire decade save a few things.


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eggnog

October 9th, 2007, 11:10 AM

Hitler Town lies where the Allegheny and Monongahela meet to form the Ohio River. It is the home of PNC Park and the morbid Steelers. It is a morally vanquished, intellectually vapid place where cunning and guile and brutal strength are worshipped and Nietzsche is the Godfather of even the Jews.
Hitler Town has a Southside. On the Southside is a cafe called the Beehive. One of the few dazzling features to Hitler Town is a glass rocket donated by yours truly to this cafe, from which I once voluntarily ran Peace Jitney. Made by Fig before CMU foreclosed on fine arts, long after foreclosing on decency. The Southside of Hitler Town has goons, and Castros and wierdos and pimps and violent crazies wearing their Amnesty International pins.

Hitler Town was once a Steel City, but now revolves around Pitt, called by its few remaining “friends” the Penis of Learning. Located in the cultural center, which is not downtown (downtown is a Tammany Hall wannabee operation running a Murder in the Rue Morgue chopshop) but rather Oakland (the probable site of the intended Taliban attack if they ever meant to actually hit Pittsburgh), a relatively rich, psychotic place, thrilling for those who mean to party and nothing else.

Hitler Town has a notorious peace movement who put glass in food and incite terrible hate crimes, rapes, thefts and peddle in deadly threats.

Hitler Town. Known the world over for the plot that killed Lennon and started AIDS. The Pit.

Pittsburgh’s name is as black as Auschwitz.

 

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