Welcome back, gang!!
Oh, wait. I’m the one who was gone…
Okay!
I had another great trip down to see my dad. This time, my stepbrother and his wife were in from California and I hadn’t seen them since their mom’s funeral (my stepmom) in 2020. And one of my stepsisters stopped over, too. It was a lovely day and we had a really nice time — although, with all the extra people and conversations, I didn’t really get to spend too much time with my dad. Still, it was a good trip.
I’m getting a little better at managing all that driving, especially now that summer is over and there’s less traffic. But I still get out of the car at the end of the trip, after 6 hours of driving, and feel like I got hit by a truck….
What happened to those not-so-long-ago days, when I would hop into my car, drive 11 straight hours to Rhinebeck, NY, get to Sandra’s house, trot my bags upstairs, toss them into the guestroom, and then walk briskly with her into the village and get cocktails and dinner and be in absolutely fine form???
Unbelievable. That was only 3 years ago…
Next up: I drive to Cleveland and back to see Nick Cave. Hopefully, I won’t feel like I was hit by a truck… (That’s the main reason I’m flying to Toronto next month. Toronto is actually not that far away. Rhinebeck is twice as far from here as Toronto, but I seriously don’t want to risk feeling like I got hit by a truck in Toronto.) (BTW – Sandra arrived in Toronto on Saturday.)
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In “Horsepucky” news…
I’m not really sure what’s going on with the bizarro Jann Wenner thing — I do know that there’s some seriously weird shit circulating around. Not just his alleged comments in the NY Times about black musicians and black female musicians (and who in their right mind makes comments like that, least of all a man like him? It doesn’t add up) — but also an entire new book is out claiming that Rolling Stone was essentially a racist zine and that Wenner never gave equal (or any) space to black musicians.
Not sure what universe that author grew up in, but Rolling Stone most definitely was NOT like that when I was growing up. Back in the 70s, when I was growing up, popular music wasn’t divided into black & white. It was just popular music, with most white musicians inspired by and devoted to the black roots of blues, rhythm & blues, soul, and rock & roll. So both blacks & whites were always in all the popular music zines from the late 60s onward.
I don’t know what Rolling Stone is like nowadays because I stopped reading it a couple of decades ago, when it became indescribably militant Marxist. A mouthpiece for the CIA agenda — when it used to be a vehicle for exposing the CIA.
I don’t even know if that’s even still the real Jann Wenner. Maybe it’s a double and now they are publicly taking down an infiltrated Rolling Stone? I honestly don’t know, but it’s worth thinking about…
Meanwhile–
In other “Horsepucky” news– more attacks on truthers:
Russell Brand – So, This Is Happening (2 mins):
Phil weighed in on this topic this morning:
“☝️[their] targeting against me didn’t work, so now [they’ve] switched focus to fellow Rumble live-streamer, Russell Brand.
It also will not work 😎”
(And I have to add that I am so happy to see this #unity going on right now between Phil and Nick, over at GoodLionTV. As you know, I love Nick’s documentaries. He has been astounding my wee bonny brain for several years now. There are a few movies over there that you can watch for free, but if you can afford $9.99 a month to watch everything, it is well worth it.)
And if you never watched Nick’s “Paul Is Dead” film, even though I have begged you many, many times to go watch it — you can still watch it for free HERE.
Film: Paul is Dead (2020)
Length: 50 minutes
Produced by: Good Lion Films
Premise: What if Paul McCartney died in 1966? Would they have replaced him? If so, why? With who?
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Hmmmm……
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And PS: Not a GoodLion film, but don’t forget to listen to this!! (“Deathbed confession”) (And if you think that George Harrison wasn’t murdered, even though he died from cancer, think harder.)
GEORGE HARRISON TELLS THE TRUE STORY OF PAUL MCCARTNEY’S 1966 DEATH AND THE COVER UP (1 hr 37 mins):
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And while we’re at it, don’t forget this!!
KILL THE MESSENGER: The Murder of John Lennon by CIA Operation 40 – By Gualdo Hidalgo
“…The presence of Jose Perdomo at the crime scene is the unequivocal proof that CIA murdered John Lennon. Jose (Sanjenis) Perdomo, Chief of the Secret Service at the Presidential Palace in Havana during President Carlos Prio Socarras, a CIA veteran, worked for CIA/Miami station in the early 1960s, and recruited most of the members of Operation 40 – a CIA assassination squad most of whom were Cubans”
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Real Raw News has been updating articles, now that their trip from Hell is over, including this one — (she was allegedly hanged this morning):
“JAG Convicts “mRNA Queen” Melissa Moore
A Guantanamo Bay military tribunal on Thursday delivered a verdict of guilty in JAG’s case against former Moderna maniac Melissa J. Moore, the creature that lobbied the FDA to approve the mRNA-1273 clot shot despite knowing it had killed and sickened trial participants and would have a high mortality rate once administered to the general population. […]”
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And this has nothing to do with anything, but I love this photo of Nick Cave:
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I tell you what, gang. I wake up alone now, every morning. Well, I wake up with Doris and Huckleberry walking all over me with tiny kitty feet, at 5:44am every morning. (Their inner-kitty clocks are incredibly precise).
But I wake-up alone, and I scan my thoughts before opening my eyes — thanking God for quite a few things before I get out of bed and face the day. Thanking God that my bills are paid; thanking God that I am incredibly healthy; thanking God that Q and the White Hats had an amazing plan; thanking God that I am still alive, that I somehow had the courage to stay alive and live an uncompromised life, in spite of everything that has been thrown at me these last 3 years (as well as for the entirety of my life, but for other reasons).
And I thank God that yesterday, my stepsister promised me she would not move away while my dad was still alive (she lives only 20 minutes from him) and so I have one less thing to worry about.
Gang, I won’t say that my career is “over,” but it has been decimated and I honestly don’t even mind. With everything we’ve now learned about Hollywood, Netflix, the music industry…. I’m just grateful I can still write. I can still think for myself. I can live in peace and quiet and put thoughts onto paper.
Now I read these things that are allegedly happening to “Jann Wenner” and, even though his magazine turned into something I no longer respect, I don’t know what is true about what’s happening — I only know that none of it makes sense. And, in a similar non-sensical vein, I can look to my own career, specifically at my (award-winning) play, “Tell My Bones,” and except for Sandra, none of the people, both black & white people, who helped me get that play off the ground in late 2020 will have anything to do with me now. Because I’m white and Helen LaFrance was black. And that since I’m white, I am not allowed to write about a black woman’s life, even though Helen granted me, personally, the rights to tell her life story.
So I know there is a lot of horsepucky going on everywhere. So much is still coming to light. Some of it such huge horrific stuff. For me, it all comes down to the microcosm of my life now. I’m healthy. I can write. I have my own mind. I’m so grateful for that.
I look at someone like Michael Hemmingson — a truly dear colleague, whose life was utterly destroyed. (I keep hoping that he’s living in some sort of witness protection somewhere, but as the years go by, I believe that less and less.) He was the one who warned me many years ago about the FBI (regarding a short story I wrote way back in 1989 –!!). He was the one who warned me about FEMA, about Obama, about, yes, the CIA.
He worked hard at exposing corruption everywhere. Most notably the cartels in Tijuana.
I steadfastly supported his erotic writing in a federal court, staking my entire reputation on it, even though I was looking at a minimum of 5 years in prison. I’m so glad I didn’t know then what I know now, because it was terrifying enough back then.
But now, you know what? You can try to find out about Hemmingson’s career on the Internet, and they will have you believing he was a pedophile. His career fighting the CIA has been all but erased. And what has been completely scrubbed are his journalism pieces about how influential the Satanic church was becoming in Hollywood. He was murdered shortly after those pieces were published online.
So, I don’t know. I wake up and I’m just grateful that I wake up. I’m grateful I can think. I’m grateful I can write. I have food and water, and a (very leaky) roof over my head. I’m just fucking grateful. Bells & whistles no longer matter at all.
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Okay, enjoy your day, gang, wherever you are in the world.
Thanks for visiting. I love you guys. See ya!
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