"EGAD!"

There is this "totally wrong", virtually-superstitious idea out there in the slimed-over cities that the military teaches its recruits HOW TO BE BLIND, MARCHING, KILLING MACHINES which forgets the hard-core, practical truths OF WHAT IS TAUGHT IN THE ENDEAVOR-- "self-reliant enterprise". Sure, a bit of "the kill-or-be-killed PHILOSOPHY" is present, but the main point is STAYING ALIVE & OUTSMARTING YOUR ENEMY for minimal casualties n' decadent suffering brought out BY NOT RESPECTING THE HOWLING VOID OF SPACE, if not wild cries "in the jungle" from monkeys n' parrots and the whipping shock n' flurry "of a booby trap". One of the most memorable movies I ever had occassion to see was Stanley Kubrick's "Full Metal Jacket" when an entire squad of hardened marines WERE HELD OFF by a single mystery sniper who had the home-country advantage coursing through their veins with the savagery of the jungle's "DEATH-GROUND STRUGGLE", the crafty fight of generations just as sure AS WE AMERICANS AT HOME can hold off the forces of despair n' defeat once we are sure that the nation is collectively strapped into the fighter-jock seat "of a do-or-die" philosophy TOWARD LIFE. Whether Marine Corps veteran, guerilla fighter, wizened police detective, Samurai SHOGUN, Muhammad Ali champion, "or keyboard RAMBO". . . . . this movie's GETTIN' GOOD!!!

Maureen Dowd, you idiot-- are playin' "mind games" with your MASTER OF CAMP? "Binky the Rabbit" refers to the existential absurdity that affronts us all. Homer is yelling at Binky's childish "bad taste" at this RING that would come out of a damn gum-ball machine. The "Prince" video and the idea of "AC/DC" refers to the exciting spirit of rock n' roll and the very notion of charisma-- which is naughty, impish, child-like AND HYPER-REAL possessing mixed qualities of the Ying n' Yang(k?)/Light n' Shadow across ALL POLARITIES; the very fact "the switch" is jammed in that dream-like "in-between state" is what contributes to the hypnosis of performance AND CHARGES THE CROWD. "Roger Rabbit" below refers to your beseeching ass over there "pleading not to be BEHEADED". And "The Energizer Bunny" is an IRONIC PLAY upon that. . . . . the true hipster "who keeps going", much like your fellating head down in my lap-- my fiery, red-headed concubine OF MOUTHY WONDER.

What you got to understand is that I came out of a household where I was surrounded by "New Age", whimsical, artistic, somewhat-daffy women who gave me "a fine appreciation" FOR NICE THINGS whether it was Tolmec masks or St. Louis Art Museum "gift shop items". They gave me a very safe place to explore "my inner creativity" like the land of vines, flowers, and jungle-richness.

My Dad was "kind of passive, laid-back SOCIAL-WORKER TYPE" in which things resounded very well with "Tales from the Atari Democrat Crypt" or at least the low-fi families who would be lining up as some hairy, EWOK-like arcade display.

However, this WOULD NOT CULTIVATE strong, assertive WARRIORLY VALUES which would find us "at a disadvantage"-- especially ONCE CONFRONTED with a world that did not sympathize with such a soft environment.

It gets very perilous, and I was reading about this in a Philip K. Dick novel (-- biography) that when you have a very loud, controlling mother "who keeps trying to pull the boy" into her feminized, magical subreality-- that, then-- OFTENTIMES HE HAS PROBLEMS GROWING INTO A PROUD, STRONG OAK. The mother "would never let him"-- or would never LET THE BOY SAVE FACE as she attempted TO SMOTHER HIM TO DEATH. It becomes a world of trap-doors, tricks, dodges, "and secrets" AND DEPENDENCY that you could only know by HAVING BEEN RAISED IN IT. . . . . if not "shy, emotional vulnerability" and sexual "transients" that would move in on such "an easy-looking prospect" AND ROTTEN LIBERAL-JEWISH CANDY-KORN LIES.

Hey, man. . . . . we gotta get beyond "the raw, sentimental, flowerly LIBERAL EMOTION" that undergirds so much of the emotional undertone of today's media (-- well, "New York Times") debate "about State's Rights" or "the historical record" like a gelatinous, adolescent, happy-go-gummy philosophy "like some Student Council BAKE-SALE" that neither I nor the essential core of angry, pissed-off, ripped-off, INFURIATED AMERICANS particularly RESPECT after everything that's gone on for the last number of years, particularly with Izzy Banker and the Pestiferious Ju-Ju Hounds. Past times, they were crude-- yes, but were based on the primal reality of might and ugly plantation relations "OF HUMAN CONTROL"-- far more honest "and on the level" than your candied-over appeals. . . . . playin' on others' guilt, rather than an honest, accountable SENSE OF JUSTICE & TRIUMPH for all. You are but manipulative fan-bearers "for the same tired old system" of soft, candied, passive-agressive/seeping rot and hateful, undercut corruption that is surely killing our society, if not our young men in particular. You are dispicable-- and deserve to be beheaded.

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Me:

Hey Kyrisie. . . . . is this gonna be "a one-sided conversation TODAY?!"

Are you "my media liason"?

Do you just, like-- quite FRANKLY-- "keep da' tape rollin'?

Alright. . . . . I don't know if there's gonna be "some sort of FIRE-STORM or what" because I've been pimpin' the media and makin' fun of 'em. There's a delightful ole' character named Fred Reed you runs "Everything According to Fred" who rants n' raves about this stuff a.k.a. my screenplay demo, "The Last Angry Man" that points out how these are like a bunch of kids, these writers n' columnists, who are bouncing around inside a giant inflatable "clown-house"-- except that SOMEONE THREW UP and they're avoiding the gray, rolling patch o' slop.

Richard Ben Cramer was talkin' about how ole' Gary Hart "had a MEDIA PROBLEM" because the sniping, roiling, bubbling PUS-HEADS kept trying to undercut him-- when the prescence of so much unreality DISTORTS THE STORY like yakkin' "reportage".

But this endless "goosy parsing" is neither doing you nor I nor this country any favors as they raise their hands "in failed promise DELIVERANCE" before quacking on to something else WITH SHORT ATTENTION SPANS and the harder truth of this not krunching down on their noisy, snot-nosed bills.

But if they want conflict, I'LL GIVE IT TO THEM WHERE IT HURTS.

Anyway, I hope Winona is doing O.K. and is, BUT LAUGHING at the circus. Being a celebrity must be a constant headache and the purpose of a publicist, say that tough-as-nails broad, Mara Buxbaum-- is to broker a working relationship with the press WHILE FILTERING OUT saboteurs n' trouble-makers. Of course, when anyone gets "any leverage of power" they whack you with it LIKE HELL-- which is why REASONABLE HONESTY is the way to play it, y'hear? I don't know WHO YOU ARE, EXACTLY-- but I tell you "how it is". But those who take advantage "of leverage"-- which is probably WHY THIS IS A ONE-SIDED CONVERSATION, "so I don't do the same to you"-- is as common among fan as it is among insincere, sniping "media shit"-- like, say-- FROM THE TABLOIDZ who ain't never gonna have "your best interest at heart", no matter what.

Always see it "as a playful game". . . . . AND YOU CAN'T LOSE.

There's the ancient strategy "of giving before you take" IN ORDER TO SOFTEN THE SUCKER UP. You can mock-take BEFORE YOU GIVE-- which earns trust "as the delightful trickster"-- presuming that you don't turn around "and take later". . . . . !

I call that "The Nintendo Game Master Tip Bro" Strategy" and is far more potentially honest "from the outset" WITH A REAL BOND WITH PEOPLE. It would make you, say-- "a master sales-man" if the idea was "selling yourself" which is the true essence OF ALL SALES, PERIOD.

Back that up with substance n' experience, then you'll do fine anywhere-- BECAUSE IT DOESN"T FEEL LIKE A ZERO-SUM GAME.

A lot of guys, they got down "the moves"-- but they don't have THE HEART and they say "that you have to bleed a little bit when you sing".

Winona to me, or any special girl-- would have always come across "as a volunteer from the audience" OR A VERY SPECIAL ASSISTANT; and of course there would be "that ole' behumbled self-consciousness" and hesitating shuffle of her feet, but then you would do something crowd-pleasing "that would win over her heart" and make everyone applaud.

That's how it is "as the magician" who puts on more fantastic tricks in succession "and makes her the star of the show".

Such as it is. . . . . . as "A Master of the Art".

But if Winona would like the show "to end", all she needs to do "is send a signal" and I'll cut it short.

I hope that I have earned her affection n' trust. . . . .

Laughably enough. . . . I must point out a story to you known as "Tales from the Atari Democrat Crypt", or the pathos but for "a foggy sky", a dog nosing along with the clink of a collar in the damp, the whisk of a passing car, and stale dead-tide of brown-paper bag lunches "on the wing" on some low-fi green/dead street like quasi-suburban "working-class" frontiersman n'son. . . . . the pain "of having to get along on less" with a fatherly understanding. There was the sun-dappled "FUTURE" like an Easter Basket "of promise". . . . . but probably not that much more deluxe then construction paper projects n' yarn down at your local classroom "with the pound n' grind" of solemnity's "busy-work" with "THE STRETCHER" that this was the bounty of our wholesome lives "as good young citizens" in some Gampy Bush fiction as "The EDUCATION President", whatever "the heck" that meant-- other than NASA "Moon-Man" derring-do and fuckin' green lil' plants steamin' up a Terreaneaum with the lurking stillness OF A SHITTING FROG. (-- "Watch your language, cub-scout!!").

Now, you didn't WANT to go to school, exactly. . . . . but part of the lingerin' pathos n' tension is the fact that you might SQUEAK BY with an excuse "past the ole' bear", yor father-- as you stand out there in the grass-whipped stillness "and what occurs to you. . . . . IS THE OUTSIDER PERCHED, DISASSOCIATED FROM THE SYSTEM"-- no matter "how flimsy n' rickety"-- whether you, or what passed for "your mandatory betterment". Your Dad scrunches "his brow" with a sense of absurdity, and it occurs to you "that the whoosh of elation" OF SKUNKING OUT would be entertaining for say, "about five minutes" before GUILT would set in-- and secretly, once you begin to pick up "momentum" and get down there to the brick building "and settle down" whether 10, 13, or even 17 minutes LATE-- "you're kinda GRATEFUL you went anyway" AND PICKED UP THE SLACK, so far as "they don't hold it against 'ya". . . . . . because "it probably really didn't matter anyway".

That's "white man's wisdom". . . . . like being buffeted around by the skittery, desperate currents "a couple of years later" at my relatives' up in New York when the whole movie "Schindler's List" was making the rounds, if not palmed off copies of Anne Frank's memoirs n' selfless squawks o' "noise-making". . . . . . everyone from big, blubberin' Hollywood big-wig's to "Bernie da' Cab-Driver"to endless circling-around some damn thing "that happened a whole hell of a long time ago". I remember looking at pictures of "The Founding of Israel" back in the 1948 period, and remember one of this lost teenager standing in the waiting area who apparently "got lost" from her family of refugees, holding her brother close. Whether this was a burning sense of self-dramatized satisfaction on her face, as if to say-- "Oh, me" or despair or merely some lay-over at LaGuardia airport. . . . . part of me just stared at the picture and began to see myself in there.

(In the DECENT sense)

Not as some firey, self-righteous "schnoock" raving on like Michael Savage "there with ulterior motives" as he looked her up n' down "as most types like that ARE WONT TO DO"-- but as a bit of a kind stranger or provacateur who would come out of the crowd n' snap her out of that searing hypnosis but with a funny observation. It occurred to me that whatever the moping "high drama" and barbed-wire cattle-car experience "goin' down the train-tracks", that there would not be dining n' romancing on that trip. Even if the fucker was Harry Houdini., splayed out in shit-stained trousers.

These were "very wicked", "very sinful" thoughts to be sure. . . . . yet OBSCENELY FUNNY on some level.

Like using "the play money" of bogus emotional currency AND THINKING I HAD A MONOPOLY ON SUFFERING-- like saying that the reason I didn't do my homework was because I was pondering "on the horror of World War II" with stoic heaviness until even my own Jewish mother piped up, "go fuck yourself!" with a wink.

Don't ever get any idea other than the fact, that at your best-- you're lovable, insufferable "BULLSHIT ARTISTS" who occasionally get "delusions of grandeur", oftentimes to scratching, screeching fury and jealously WHO ATTEMPT TO USE THE LEVERAGE OF YOUR VERBAL ABILITY ALONG WITH EMOTIONAL BLACK-MAIL "to get your way", gathered around "your elite circle of schnooks" and afraid of your power being drained "by a smooth cat" who teaches the secrets of success TO ALL. You are so laughably, (un)gracefully SCHNOOK-LIKE & PATHETIC that you're not even worth the bullets to shoot you with, nor the calories TO CRUSH YOUR HEAD IN WITH A JACK-BOOT. Everyone wants "short-cuts"; no one wants "to work particularly hard". . . . . TOUGH SHITSKIES; for that is "the way of the world". . . . .

And today's "Jewish pussy" is tommorow's half-Aryan hero!!

There you go again!!

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/12/10/AR2010121005108.html

Apparently, our spooked, "right-thinking" Washington Post published a smear piece on Christian churches, one on a rotten, wolf-like pastor "who was charming in person" BUT HAD A DARK HISTORY and whatever mulling, worshiping, waiting, groveling fear "is supposed to be around this evil Scotch-Irish male". Well, what I'll say is "that IT HAPPENS"-- when a wolf or haunted, dishonest "savage" of the afflicted southern mind-set of manly repression; perhaps TRYING TO BE BIG, "but not knowing how"-- bottles everything up in a world of denial and repressed secrets that torment many men "of honor n' chivalry". . . . . especially in this low-rent world "without heroes" when your idol was comic-book conceptions of bogus Generals and hooded night-riders. . . . . When "Mr. Candy-cane" could yet be "mean n' small" and keeping his family IN TERROR AT HOME.

Whether or not "we are open about these issues, and CAN TALK ABOUT THEM-- at least 'da brute is ferreted out "by animal control" AND DEALT WITH. However many of our problems in the broader sense, culturally comes down to the level of seeping, squid-like, cowardly, parasitical abuse WHOSE SYMPTOMS HAVE BECOME SO WIDE-SPREAD that they are killing society AS A WHOLE. There will always be "wild-man preachers", but far more pervasive are Jewish-style social maladies WHICH YOU ARE NOT ALOUD TO ADDRESS-- as they keep growing "worse" and taking a larger and more prominent "CENTER STAGE" in the public neurosis of our national life, leading to by far more "repression, misery, and bankrupt fortunes", if not UNNCESSARY WARS as smug, back-patting "architects" with oil n' "BIG TEXAS" Haliburton buddies "sealing the deal" with "fool's gold" THEY WERE DUMB ENOUGH TO BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES.

Doubly disoncerting, is when such jester-like "JACK-ASSERY" is offered such extensive 1st Amendment/Free Market PROTECTION-- that you have tragic filmed set-up's of bellowing, mishapen, stooped-over "retarded cretins" at some sick exploitation party and twisted cartoon ghouls "sucking up vomit" and strangled 12 year-old girls and everything loathesome n' terrible n' grotesque n' alien n' insectoid n' squid-like MAGNIFIED THROUGH A MEDIA FUN-HOUSE MIRROR of a 24/7 Sanctimonious pointing n' parsing montage until armed men WITH GUNS "are gonna come lookin' for you".

Now, I think I have done "a fairly substantial PUBLIC SERVICE" by giving fair, accurate expression TO THESE GRIEVANCES "with a touch of humor & wise perspective" PRECISELY SO IT DOESN"T GET TOO INSANE WITH LEAPING FUCKERS SCALIN' THE FENCE.

And this is "how you treat ME". . . . . let alone "us"-- when you are the schnooks who neither "do the fighting", "the lifting", nor "pay the price" for your goofusy implication of misguided self-importance as National Leadership fails, the economy lurches, "THE NATIVES GROW RESTLESS" and I'm "basically the last best friend YOU'VE GOT"? Frankly, at this point "you'll be lucky" if the military doesn't seize your offices and start rolling out old "Daffy Duck" cartoons to complete the gruff, authoritarian irony "of this take-over" as I stride through your lot with a train on my heels "like high-ranking Nazi officials", chat with a pretty intern, "and go on television" to announce "THE LAWLESS REGIME".

"El Fascisto". . . . . er, "EL PRESIDENTE", might not even have to rule "with a bloody, iron FIST". Snapping his photo "will only make him MAD".

On "Don't Ask/Don't Tell" n' The "Ted Haggard's of this world. . . . .

Repression of conflicted issues, whether of "the ying/yang" may oftentimes drag others down IN A VERY BAD SITUATION "with the threat of exposure" as so many are carrying on with a kind of McCarthy "witch-hunt" atmosphere of far-right, bonkers "Super-Heroes" when the more ANYONE tries to push this stuff away, the more "of an obsession it becomes" AND THE MORE OF IT YOU GET until "whoever" falls spectacularly before the chanting, charged-up "true believers" waving around swords and eventually "shuffling off" with embarrassment. Joseph McCarthy himself "may have been a sunken, defeated character with drinking problems" and carried around closeted issues, "whatever they may be" and used the ritual and formal-suit spectacle and Wrestling-entrance "symbolism" of bringing out Roy Cohn "to make them look less like Jew-baiters". . . . . and whatever HIS ISSUE WAS, which became very obvious-- "an open secret" until he died of AIDS sometime in the 1980's.

Whether someone has jangled, out-of-control, flapping, "offensive energy"-- well sir, they may just not be "military material" and must be shown the door. Otherwise, characters may be put in horrible situations when the military itself is laboring under an unrealistic policy-- burdened by careerism "and trying to appease the liberal, politically-correct element" WHILE MAINTAINING THE INTEGRITY OF THE ORGANIZATION and how in the shadows-- in desperate, feral circumstances. . . . . folks are killing each other "and setting the barracks on fire" in order TO DESTROY THE EVIDENCE. Whether some fearful, random "misunderstood" sexual encounter, freaked-out miscue, "or hazing incident". . . . . or ATTEMPTING TO SAVE THEIR CAREER.

What I'm trying to say, is that REPRESSION n' DENIAL "makes it worse".

Even Jimmy Swaggart. . . . . in whatever kind of rationalized, screwball-style construction of how he built the world and was found in shady, laughably-trashy circumstances with motel prostitutes, haggling over a few flinty dollars "in his need for DELIVERANCE".

P.S. Doth THOU quibble? Read here

As Nixon once said, "The Enemy of my Enemy is MY FRIEND" with this dead-on assesment of the pilfering, pathetic, snooty, vegetable-salad-dressing-minded relationship between "The New York Times" and our favorite, yelping "Turkey Balls" prankster over at Wikileaks WITH THIS HARD-CORE ARTICLE. May "the liberal insect" be chastized, and THE HOMELAND DEFENDED.

You tell Winona that I'm loyal to her-- whatever these damn "Fling" or hook-up or "Viagra" inducements and I want to spend time with her this holiday season, if she's in town. . . . . you may just be "STRINGING ME ALONG" as I take "this magic show" to GREATER & GREATER heights as yor hacker n' "radical right"-defuser, helping lead others "down into THE CAVERN OF SKULLS" as a tour guide SO THEY WON'T BE OUTRIGHT HYPNOTIZED and do something horribly-destructive. In the course of life, flowers grow amidst "a skull" with great Western, frontier beauty.

I don't KNOW what the intention was for "Ron Howard" night-- whether this was meant to be "some sort of benvolent way" to A) Give me my reward (-- in the good sense) or B) Help break it to a Vince Vaughn/Kevin James-type character in the film why a wife WOULD FUCKING LEAVE. But the trailer, "the attitude", "the crudeness"-- the media popping up with ALL SORTS OF JOKES"-- there's a million ways THIS COULD BE MISINTERPRETED TO A MAN WITH DEMONS, and would come across "as a lynching-party" FOR WILLIAM HUNG. . . . . if that was even HALF the intention "IN THE FIRST PLACE" with massive, ugly insensitivity-- as a man takes THE LEVERAGE that had been used AGAINST HIM-- and whacks you WITH IT over & over "with how you cannot HANDLE THE TRUTH" and THE HORROR "OF HOW LITTLE PEOPLE HAVE TO LIVE ON".

With misunderstanding after misunderstanding-- thinking "that Winona had A CHILD" with another MAN (-- a smoother man) "out of wedlock", this "perfect storm" can only grow worse; BUT AT LEAST I HAVE THE GRACE TO PICK UP THE CHECK and comprehend "how this could have GONE WRONG" by looking at the essential schnook-like DYNAMIC OF THE WORLD-- not helped when media forces "or everyone else" capers about "with slimey dodging" BEFORE ADOLFOUS-- "Lion of the North". . . . . and what he KNOWS about HOW AWFUL IT CAN BE.

Most of the pain and wretchedness IN THE WORLD is precisely brought on BY SLIMEY DODGING-- leading to warped "mind disease" and bottomless, nameless dread. The point of my website is to teach others how to gradually be "BIG".

H.R. Giger's "ALIEN" played into the skittery, squid-like INSECTOID "fear" & nameless dread of predator/prey relations FOUND IN DANCING MOTHS, like some proto-memory of THE FLIGHTY ID-- like an alien spirit FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION that was sent to curse man like the twisted, pyschopathic BLINDNESS of the universe-- the depthless SCREAM FROM SPACE that can be combatted with the light of laughter and God's power DRIVING IT OFF. That is the true nature OF EVIL-- opposed to the dark, churning fires OF THE STRONG that DEFIES THE VOID-- along with candy-korn Judeo-Christian/liberal/New York Times "slave morality". A true magician, witch or WARLOK fights for the forces of GOOD, yet find themselves MISUNDERSTOOD by false self-righteousness's corrupted candy-korn monopoly OF LIFE-DENIAL.

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We are not living in "a total war situation" with an absolute, mauling "fight to the finish" over who controls THE STEERING WHEEL of the world-historical picture "in which truth is the first casualty" in the swiping, swung shit-socks of heavy-handed propaganda and mass social mobilization TO CRUSH THE OUTSIDER. However, ole' William Pierce pointed out that during "The World Wars", many civilians died "as collateral damage"-- depending on various levels of ignorant, clouded-over "child-like" culpability "as they were drug along in the current of events" and didn't really "think too much about WHAT THEY WERE DOING", only that they "bought War bonds" and "built munitions" and "supported the troops". . . . . which funded THE FORCES that were attempting TO ANNIHLATE US. Of consequence, cities were fire-bombed and nuclear weapons DROPPED "and though it was certainly not very pretty", IT WAS IN THE INTEREST OF THE ALLIES (-- as they saw it) TO HASTEN THE END OF SUCH A HATEFUL, DESTRUCTIVE CONFLAGRATION "for the greater good".

However, in the world of dumpy revenge antics n' micro-terrorism. . . . . what you in power MUST UNDERSTAND is that pound-for-pound, perhaps YOU continue "to profit from the system" and "sleep easy" even while some rangy, diseased, skittery malcontent of a borderline "crisis-case" may be moving toward your gathering "of poor schnooks" WHO REALLY DIDN'T DO ANYTHING-- other than ignorantly "be a part of the cultural slip-stream" without particularly "knowing why", with whatever kind of cherished, romanticized "bullshit rationale" UNTIL CONFRONTED BY AN ENRAGED, WILD ANIMAL who thinks that he's "Luke Skywalker" blowin' up "The Death Star" when what you got are merely agape stares and a heaving, tense "Swamp-Thing" running his hand over his face as if it was "crawling with swamp-weevils" in Yosamite Sam-style frustration. Unfortunately, it's "the little people" WHO GET HURT even as from media, government, and ivory towers "you rule"-- perhaps NOT UNDERSTANDING until one "breaks it down for 'ya" HOW VULNERABLE ANYONE OF US ARE TO A REASONABLY-INTELLIGENT, RUTHLESS PERSON HARDENED BY YEARS OF VENDETTA-DRIVEN TRAINING.

You seem to expect "that we dumb cowboys" are not supposed TO NOTICE as you snicker like pick-pockets, or have "the self-kidding face" of the Mossad-trained sociopath oozing on "with some overly Eastern European" impassive "iceberg" dance of the Armand-Hammer butt-swung "Borscht-Belt" romance "beyond Odessa" intellectual portension. Much less the frenzied, raving nights down there between "The Trotskists" n' "Stalin-crowd" at the New York City "Kommunist Klub" in the Roosevelt 1930's, as bloated, insane daffy women "with screwy eyes" might give 13 year-old's "blow-job's" in exchange for oranges down in some sick, pasty, tenement mind-disease of your cat-like whimsy, panic, and alienation like a wisping candle of an old tarnished Mennorah.

Your trail of cowardly, stinking SPOOR SHIT "says the rest". Just don't FUCK YOUR OWN DAUGHTER.

In "Talk Radio", Eric Bogosian as "the know-it-all" SHOCK-JOCK was essentially a fast-draw, flighty, "seat-of-the-roller-coaster/motor-mouth bullshit/broker-spittin'-HOLSTER" who concealed so much of his antsy, fast-muscle "twitch" beneath a smooth, composed "RADIO VOICE" as he took on "all comers", pilloried them mercilessly "on the dunking stool", who never let others know "how impulsively reckless, insecure, n' self-loathing he was". . . . . if not AWFUL to others he loved whom he used "as human shields"-- if not "the entire world" FOR ANGRY FUEL as the electricity of his neon broadcasting GODHOOD brought in defiant, twisted, lonely, lost, OR OTHERWISE VERY UNFORTUNATE PEOPLE who confessed or cussed or moped. Whatever "your mission to save the world", there are yet "the rude, crude, & indifferent" even as dark, sludgy forces "are making passes" around your home n' business. . . . . or at least "the pile-up of HATE-MAIL" would suggest so as it begins to occur to this "rattling, homeless wraith behind a microphone" that whatever the massive forces of the 1960's and Vietnam-times and transcendent crowd solidiarity/marching-chanting-feet "in the play-land of sex, drugs, n' rock n' roll counterculture" GOLDEN-CALF WORSHIP, "that he may be in OVER HIS HEAD".

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/12/21/opinion/21brooks.html

Fuck you, man.

If you're "legit"-- reach "some kind of understanding" with the local police department-- "no matter who you are", or "where you come from". You could be private mischief-makers, who accidentally "lit the fuse" of something that would burn FAR BRIGHTER & MORE EXCITING in the public imagination. If so-- quietly contact "The Oprah Show", let them verify you-- relay "some arrangements", and follow through "down at the ole' local station-house". I suspect that you're probably "The Church of $cientology" with whom we've shared "a local feud" and who's been known "for dirty tricks", if not "black-bag operations" to get back at irritants (-- i.e. "whistle-blowers"). "You're finished" either way. We can go "easy" or we can go "hard"-- but you will fall into line and deliver the girl (-- or at least her safety) before matters must go ESPECIALLY NUCLEAR with "THE ORDER OF THULE" looking up into the sky in Wotanistic transcendance and bellowing into the lightning like Beserkrs with stilted, pitiful "MOJO". You heard it here!!!!!

Now here's the plan. . . . .

Send a lawyer to represent you "BY PROXY" downtown at the police department SO YOUR PEOPLE ARE NOT EXPOSED TO IMMEDIATE ARREST.

If possible, "have Winona there".

**BONUS** Oprah could do "a local showcase" and bring a camera-crew; but I'd have TO SEE OPRAH IN THE FLESH. You may have to make arrangements through her program "in order to do this", "not poke your head above the trench"-- AND SAVE FACE. If you are in fact a "Church of $cientology" black-bag/job-operation that may have realized that "THE BANDIT", here-- is perchance, "a kinder, more decent figure" than ole' L. Ron. and thusly "switched sides". . . . . then congrats-- "you will not be legally-butchered". But your organization IS GOING DOWN.

The "Suppressive Persons" in your organization (-- i.e. "THE EVIL ONES") will "see the light", drop their weapons, OR THEY WILL BE KILLED.

The best of Hubbard's writings, "whatever pearls" you can find in there "taken with a grain of salt"-- will be "nodded at" with a bit of bemused, ironic perspective AND OPEN-SOURCED to the best use of uncorrupted principles "that exist somewhere in that turgid, scummed-over text ONLY A JEW could dream up".

Captain Jesse--

It was never made "explicity clear" how influential these sorts of shenanigans were at dearwinona dot.com-- BUT I WANT YOU TO SHARE IN THE CREDIT. I'm "a bit in the dark here" and am creating "A TREE FORK" of possibilities. In case there's going to be some kind of "publicity ambush" WITH OPRAH STALKING AROUND THE METRO AREA-- you wouldn't happen to be in town, would you? I notice that "you didn't get back to me for a couple of days". One "fork" is that you could be "a mediator" WITH CLUELESS, HAMMY FORCES "that don't understand BATMAN".

(-- Then again, you coulda simply been BUSY and nursing YOUR SPRAINED FOOT)

BATMAN broods in THE BATCAVE with his chin on one sheathed fist & "waits for editorial assistance" from THE BOY WONDER, glancing over at the slovenliness of this place with a grueling, wincing expression-- his fists jammed down in his Khakis and surveying THE RUIN.

(-- "East-coast Elitist")

The "Jig" is up. . . . . and patrolling the neighborhood with a camera-crew "while I prepare THE BOILING OIL".

-- "Francis Parker Quixote". . . . . . dueling with "Home Boyz in Space"

You fly my brother down from NY via "Military Plane"

(-- thus filming the Hunter S. Thompson absurdity)

. . . . . and he'll serve as "our go-between".

If you make HASTY ARRANGEMENTS-- we can do "The Show" tommorow night while respecting the need FOR SECURITY. Get Barry Obama "on it" with SECRET SERVICE alacrity & speed AND IT CAN HAPPEN. You know 'em. . . . . "pull some strings".

He'll "give the nod".

-- Or else "may we all laugh" at this "most imaginative misadventure". . . . . !

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You're gonna have to fill me in on "Joel Therion" and WHAT HE WANTS.

Brilliant timing "on fat-boy" New York Times magazine article.

Have Jesse-THE-BOY-WONDER call me "when he gets in".

-- "Chesley Plan"?

-- "Computer Plan"?

. . . . . OPERATION: "physical fitness"-- 7 DAYS/weak

(-- Why is the word "die" in DIET??!!!!!!!!)

. . . . . "The King-Fish"

. . . . . "Thank you all", please don't launch aero-powered "harpoon" at MOBY DICK-HEAD, "a real sack o' HOT AIR".

Gentleman. . . . . (-- Ron Howard)

SKELETOR da' SPYMASTER narrows his eyes. . . . . . indeed "My Daddy's Cheeze Cake" closed at fuckin' 2:00 PM unbeknownst to my knowledge (-- "wink, "wink").

And who should I see "in the window" but a gal "who sorta looks like Winona, a young blonde boy, and a bald-headed yuppie who looks like Jeffery KATZ-enberg @ Dreamworks SKG. -- "Concidence?" Or "are we just pullin' each other's leg?"

How would you like to meet IN THE REAL DEN OF DANGER-- or sit outside that local, ill-fated Pizzaria "right down the street"?

(-- "Pointer's, I mean)

See ya' @ 3:30 P.M.

P.S. . . . . I make this look GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDD.

Noni. . . . . you know why I liked you so much in "Beetlejuice" even when I first saw it "all those years ago"? You were "a darling little subversive" who was nestled there in her shy, snarky, "sneaky underworld" that I felt A KINSHIP WITH-- whether with you, working-class gals, or Jews at large with whatever "little fiction of trickery like a lil' operator" THAT YOU UNDERSTOOD PERFECTLY-- and knew "how to charm" in little, "understated ways". When I see you, I look at "a consumate little trickster" and "teller of tales" who I can "rib" a bit and definitely know how to make "smile" and "laugh" Basically, "my magic tricks" had to keep gettin' "better n' cooler" to know that I was cheering up "that nice, kooky, left-wing girl from Petaluma, California" who needed "a friend" because I damn-well know that you would have been mine. . . . . way back there. If you "compromised" over the years-- don't ya' think it was because you were "a bit of a trickster" who made the "near-lethal mistake" of beginning to take your own "act" WAY TOO SERIOUSLY?!!

And a few theories on "THE DETH" of Beverly Hills Publicist--

A) Enemy "who had the dirt" on you and/or I. . . . . or was behind underground "SMEAR" campaign upon this New York/Beverley Hills "Fair o' Vanity" (-- wink, wink).
B) Pyscho "intimidation" by outside forces.
C) Money woes-- possibly related to (A) and looped indirectly throgh "the backfire of (B) when "the bottom fell out", seeing that "I'm the better deal"
D) Dead "social morays" TELL NO TALES.

Who 'da fuck cares??!!!!!!! Where yo'"audacity and/or courage in journalism" AWARD-- even when "ITS THE BAD GUYS GETTIN' PLUGGED"? You sure "had the courage" to spit epithets at all those "evil white Christians", now-- didn't ya?

Now THE VILE "are committing suicide" left n' right. . . . . . either in despair, "by apparent accident", or fear of what retribution MAY COME should "Adolfous: Lion of the North" become FEARLESS LEADER.

But don't 'ya understand. . . . . that "it all began" by commiserating "with that lil' trickster on the screen"-- and the REDISCOVERED AUDACITY TO BELIEVE. Even if you'd "throw up your hands", and say "I just sorta showed up on da' damn set" a magical, PRETTY GIRL makes ALL THE DIFFERENCE to some poor, young, lonely sonofabitch like ME.

The joke became, "You'd NEVER SHOW UP"-- and now, maybe you can. I won't jerk off in your (-- immediate) presence "like a BASKET-CASE". And that's a promise!!

;)

Alright, "WiseG(oys). . . . . .

[Basket-case speakin']

Great "planted messages" down there at "the ole' message board".

Winona-- "worried about (R)eputation?"

Hey, listen-- I think of myself as "a practicing magician" which brings connotations of the highest ideals of proffesionalism-- "if not BUILDING UPON ONE'S CRAFT" and being willing to always EXPAND ONE'S REPO-TOIRE.

Winona was once described as "a lil' witch"-- her instincts were "THAT GOOD". In fact, after "Beetlejuice" as she strode down the hallway of Petaluma High, the teens treated her like a demonic, uncanny quantity of something "very strange & unusual".

As Terrence McKenna once described through the course of his "Shamanistic lectures", such individuals are those "who started off perhaps FRAIL, or maybe WEAK"-- or had a terrible existential BRUSH WITH DEATH "and came back from that awful brink" down at that ole' "bottom of the well" where they would come back "and have stories to tell".

In fact, Winona nearly "drowned once" while "playing hookey" and seems to have a bit of a intuitive, say-- "psychic" ability that, "if not fooling itself OUTRIGHT" with too much distracted "MAGICAL THINKING"-- can make surprising gueses "not of this world"-- for instance, dreaming about "signs" or "symbols" or seeming to "foresee a plane crashing into a snowy mountain"-- which was the narrowly-avoided firey fate of some Hollywood director/wonk she called up "and charmed, took her advice WITH A GRAIN OF SALT" and yet found himself STUNNED.

Never use the term "witch"-- it sounds "too grubby", "fish-eyed", "gnarled", "creepy", and "evil" IN ALL THE WRONG WAYS.

Rather, "a practicing lady magician" sounds as if YOU HAVEN'T GONE OFF THE GONZO DEEP END. You have "a sense of humor", "a bit of reserve", the snap & brusque nature "of a show-(wo)man that runs by "an honorary code" as surreal as it is truly magical. A magician, essentially-- is "a creative-thinker", "an engineer", "a problem-solver" who comes up with solutions "with a touch of magic" and the canniness "of stage presence". with the laws of power, seduction, warfare, and courage applied TO EFFECTIVE ACTION. Magic is a MOTIVATOR. Magic is PSYCHOLOGICAL. Magic GETS THINGS DONE. There is "the white kind" and "the black kind" and shades "in-between". So long as you don't fall for the desperate trap of "either/or" and TAKING THINGS TOO DAMN SERIOUSLY.

Jesus was "a magician" to this effect, kind of a Robin-Hood/Malcom-X figure "whose legend surrounding him" GREW WITH THE TELLING-- a humorous, "call-and-shout" folk-tale "of getting one over" on the local stultified, constipated "POWER STRUCTURE" of tired, contemptuous complacency. His gruesome fate is an irony, yet "a winked at" redemption TAKEN OUT OF CONTEXT by overly grave MEDIEVAL SHIT-HEADS; handed down to the grim sow-belly n' grits Scotch-Irish chivalry n' blood, sweat, n' murder SOUTHERN GOTHIC in TURD-LIKE GUMPTION.

Glen Shadix, eat yor' asshole out.

The 12 Jews of the Banker's Apocalypse will sit down to dinner with wide-eyed, Ari Fleisher expressions. Hope you like "dessert".

("Don't ask"/"Don't tell"). . . . . you wanna peak under "the hood of this country" AND HOW MANY RODS WE'VE FUCKIN' THROWN?

Listen. . . . .

You don't want to engage my potentially "tyannical tendencies"-- and you do this BY NOT LEAPING TO MY COMMAND, lick-spittle. Of course-- this could be made "a bit awkward" by:

A) Sabotage by "Third Parties"
B) Bonkers Insensitivity by "4th Estate" via PUNKS IN THE PRESS
C) The random volley n' "popping gunfire" of both sides "feeding offa each other"
D) HOW I PLAY INTO THIS
E) How sometimes you attempt to either "pull the plug" or "drop hints" as a steam-valve "SHUT/OFF" mechanism "to keep this from getting out-of-hand" with my naturally-perceptive, or perhaps-- OVERLY-SUSPICIOUS nature "that plays into the whole G. Gordon Liddy circus"
F) Keeping Winona away from "Steak n' Shake" while perhaps planting, maybe two grubby-lookin' OPERATIVES "to keep an eye" ON THIS CRAZY BASTARD just to keep him "sharp", "frosty", "heroic"-- AND PERFORMING AT PEAK LEVELS "to see what he's gonna say NEXT"

Myself-- HERE AS "YOUR DICTATOR"-- am the one "in charge" and damn well "can see this FOR WHAT IT IS". Good one, "Lashuan". Go back to your handlers at A) The Oprah Show; B) Ron Howard's People; C) Church of $cientology D) AIPAIC E) Some Branch of U.S. Intelligence F) Con Artists having "a laugh" at my expense G) Right-Wing Mobsters.

Canyadiggit??!!!!!!!!

Listen. . . . .

I included that ole' "Mickey & The Beanstalk Clip" with WILLIE THE GIANT-- because sometimes the "ADULTS"-- so to speak, would try "to manipulate reality" in very heavy-handed ways "for the better good" where THE DAMN TRUTH would eventually "leak out" about "who Willie really was" and "why ole' Willie needin' foolin".

Whether or not "Willie" was fooled by others. . . . . then ended up "fooling himself" over and over up through disasterous circumstances would gradually-- the poor, dumb "BIG PALOOKA" would figure out "the truth of things" and begin to ironize it with wise intelligence-- "turning it into a bit of a game". Now, he could get "carried away" with the damn game-- but he has enough OBJECTIVITY to understand indeed "who he really is" without say, being an outright fucking sociopath like A) Hitler or B) the retiring leader of North Korea who sits in a luxury railroad car eating caviar with a fondness for "Daffy Duck" cartoons translated into the Asian language.

It's fun, of course to have a bit of a nod to one's "inner child"-- and the culture that grew up inside the television box of "Beenie & Cecil"-- but what you must fucking understand is that the creators of those cartoons WERE ADULTS. But children raised on a diet of "candy n' Pee-Wee Herman" and "whatever its ancestor" would not be strong, sturdy characters TO MAKE STRONG, MATURE JUDGMENTS among this world of the rude, crude, and "piping indifferent"-- and thusly, would be like "lost children in the dark wood of modern society" that denies the primacy OF NATURAL LAW.

And whether or not "Willie the Giant" recovers "with fascistic will"-- that still does not keep him from still being "a fat, childish clown" essentially with a fondness for BONKERS OLD CARTOONS-- which is why "you must temper this sonofabitch" and make sure that he DOES NOT HAVE HIS POUNDING FIST NEAR THE RED BUTTON. . . . . and to give in "to his wild, reveling DELUSIONS OF GRANDEUR" when he's on "a toot" is on one hand A) exhilarating n' informative in a creative & dynamic way; B) POSSIBLY DANGEROUS if you enable HIS GOD-DAMNED BRILLIANT COMIC-BOOK FANTASIES.

-- Don't you think I'm "gaming you" & "poking fun at THAT"??!!!!!!!!!

. . . . . "Your Amigo".

(A Mysterious Letter Arrived from "The FBI" in my e-mail box. . . . . granting me "Clearence" and informing me that the banks from "SAN DIMAS" had millions dumped into "my account" and unless I contacted "Mysterious Stranger" in Giraffe-skin wilds of Nigeria I WOULD BE PROSECUTED)

All I ever really wanted was "normality". You always seemed like such a charmingly-casual, "off-hand" girl. . . . . and I've known many special ones "along that VEIN" in my life but I had so many "problems"-- whether neurotic, neurological, psychological-- or those sheltered conflicts n' fears that makes one "a bit cold & clammy"-- yet very creative and sensitive at the same time, yet problems with being overweight n' low energy n' Attention Deficit-Disordered and shy and anxious and depressed "and wearin' old hand-me-down clothes" and how this WOULD PLAY INTO A LOT OF DEMONS. . . . . especially when you felt as if maybe you could "transcend it" with some kind of hip, postmodern 1990's grunge-rock/internet "SPACE-RACE" and leave those "morbid, frightened, unspeakable fears" BEHIND with whatever fizz n' snake-oil this shallow, hip "youth culture" and neo-liberalism SOLD TO US. . . . . even if many out there A) Didn't understand the implication of "what they were getting behind" B) Blind "herd behavior" C) Predatory "scavanger antics" overlooked by flowery, oblivious "belief systems" D) The Inevitable "BACK-LASH" as the world results "in an even UGLIER mess" that most folks are not "terribly equipped to understand", other than "to attempt to stifle dissent WHICH THEY FIND EMBARRASSING" and some "social moray" Hollywood publicist figure "getting blown away" over who was essentially "a harmless joker" who various quasi-underworld figures "didn't know how to put into a context", as a possible theory goes "I hammered out". Just why some should expect to suffer under the raspy, slithering cruelty of others-- well, "what goes around comes around". It's "the way of the world" and someone obviously "HAD ENOUGH OF HER". So fuckin' what??!!!!!!!!!!! You learned "your lesson". We all did. Let's laugh about it, eh? I could use "a bit of normality myself" with a nifty gal like you. We both "deserve it". Don't "skunk out" on me now, so let's walk together and enjoy each others' company.