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“God is dead...”

He sure as hell is!!!  The Christian god has been long since dead and gone.  The only purpose that God serves is making worshippers feel guilty, holier-than-thou, puritanical, and inadequate.  Somehow Christians should be emulating perfection?!!  Geez, that’s so sick.

We can judge one another occasionally, but some ghost up in the clouds passing judgment with lightning bolts when we under perform?  This presence in the ether keeps track of two billion Christians?  It is so shocking that two billion Christian idiots believe precisely that.  Religion works best as social control, like it did in the Roman Empire, to get Romans to toe the line when the centurions weren’t around.

If anyone wants to believe in an edifying belief system, just think of how Creation-at-large functions even though we never designed it.  We can think, remember, reproduce, fall in love or care for others (many species raise their young).

We can also metabolize sugars, transport oxygen throughout our bodies with circulatory blood.  The two pairs of amino acids (adenine-thymine, and cytosine-guanine), essentially a binary, genome encoding cannot account for the magisterial.

The crown of Creation is our species, none other.  The real god isn’t above you in the clouds, but the divine exists all around you.


Senator Mitch McConnell is Complicit in Mass Murder

Mitch McConnell is the Senate Majority Leader, Clown-in-Red.  He gets paid off by the National Rifle Association to block any attempt at an assault rifle ban.  Meanwhile, the murder weapons used in all of the carnage recently, and not so recently, are automatic weapons like the AK-47 and AR-15.  This doesn’t bother McConnell, he sold his soul somewhere around his reading of the Second Amendment of the U.S. Constitution.  In 1783, when the Constitution was patched together, guns were needed by slave owners to quell slave rebellions.

McConnell wants these military-grade assault rifles to be more available, to everyone who wants them, as long as they’re good at aiming them, and pass background checks that every murderer has easily passed.

McConnell is proud of his faux Christianity.  If he meets his maker, his maker will have a field day with his do-nothing gun record, and his lack of integrity especially with Supreme Court appointments.  His maker will send him straight to hell, after he completely fails at redeeming himself.

Washington, and especially McConnell’s Senate, is only a gentlemen’s parlor game, where the Senators are surrounded by yes-men.  Expect McConnell to show up in the Senate chambers sporting a powdered wig, his sleaziness getting more and more transparent.  What goes on there is much closer to the French Revolution during the reign of Louis XVI, than any other nation in the civilized world.  For proof, we just had an insurrection, that is being ignored by half of America.

America isn’t the solution, America is the problem, and McConnell is an intricate part of the problem.  6/14/21.


Where are the Dark Side arrests?

The bit coin has been uncovered and returned to Colonial Pipeline.  Is there anything that can be bought with bit coin?  Can a single ice cream cone be bought with bit coin?

Vladimir Putin wants to see the evidence against Russia for cyber-terrorism.  Well, here is the evidence, except it’s against Colonial and Biden, not Dark Side.  DarkSide.com is the website of a Dutch young adult.  It is not registered in Russia, it’s a site from Amsterdam.

These ransom ware experts will only promote their efforts in chat rooms?  Any way anyone looks at it, these are the lamest hackers in existence.

America will make arrests with fabricated evidence, just like they did in France, when Kim Kardashian broke free of gorilla-proof zip ties, and somehow forgot to lock her hotel door from the inside.  6/14/21.


Wealthy Long Island School Districts to Stay Open Year-round

Every wealthy school district in Downstate New York, has signed a midnight pact with Governor Andrew Cuomo to keep K-12 open all year round.  Select school officials and Albany claim that Coronavirus clamp downs have made it impossible for many of their pupils to make it into Ivy League schools.  They need unending education.

Cuomo is rebounding from shutting down the New York State economy, even though only 6% of Coronavirus fatalities were solely from COVID-19.  The Centers for Disease Control is doing all it can to hide this fact, having just changed the 6% proportion to 5%-plus.

Regardless, here is more proof from New York State hospitals that Coronavirus is a medical establishment boondoggle:

“The state Health Department released data Tuesday showing that among those with underlying conditions who died from coronavirus up until April 5, the largest group were those with diabetes, 1,755.  Others were: 872 with high blood pressure; 590 with coronary problems, 528 with renal issues; 421 with dementia; 421 with COPD; 401 with cancer and 337 with congestive heart failure.”

Of the 5,489 deaths in New York State until April 5th, 4,924, or 89.7% (4,924 divided by 5,489 times 100), had other causes of death besides COVID-19.  This means that nine out of ten Coronavirus cases had other, major, preexisting conditions that alone could easily account for their death.

Cuomo also moved COVID-19 contaminated into nursing homes — in an effort to kill off the elderly?  His apology, if it was ever issued, never made the news, probably because he mumbled it in his office.

Enough about Cuomo, word from School-Weenie is that it’s absolutely crucial that kids from wealthy schools get into the Ivy League, so they should expect year-round educational pablum: tutors, late-afternoon bonding exercises, study groups, exams, homework, and classes — which is exactly what they already have today.  6/14/21...


Entertainment Universe


Girls, you want to get your man?  Be like Julianne Moore.

Julianne Moore is so incredibly sweet, and she looks great, even for her age, sixty years of age.

These are my issues: Julianne is so passionate about her causes, like gun control, does she take her volunteerism home with her?  When McConnell says goodbye to another thirty bodies, does it really hit you hard?

Then there’s this: In most photos of her, she is overjoyed, she looks near tears.  Because she has so many freckles, connecting her dots would take hours, even days.

I’m more than just a little concerned about her welfare.  Most Americans are growling, deep in cynicism, but she’s elated.  What gives, Julianne?  Has something driven you entirely off American kilter?


Taylor Swift has many, many, many, toys...

Everyone contemplates what Taylor Swift does with her $400 million fortune.  Well, there’s exorbitantly expensive vacations, automobiles, and yachts.

How many can say that they’ve tobagganed down Everest?  She was pulled up by Saint Bernards, then after reaching the summit, she sped down the other side to Lochran Glen, an absolutely horrifying passage, at Olympic luge speeds of over 100 mph.

Taylor has a garage that’s bigger than Jay Leno’s.  She gets regular gasoline deliveries for her fleet of Rolls Royces and Bentleys, and has a solar power plant for her electric Teslas that rivals the one that almost lasered James Bond’s crotch in Neutered 007?

She has live-in mechanics, working round-the-clock shifts to maximize performance, and to get vintage autos back on the road on schedule.  That’s right, Taylor runs a vintage car club, and does repairs for her group, gratis.

Because Ms. Swift lives in Rhode Island, most of the year she can take out The Karlie.  This is her one-hundred-twenty-foot Hatteras ocean-worthy yacht, one that she has learned how to steer.  Taylor has taken The Karlie to Caribbean ports of call, including Saint Barts, and Bermuda.  6/15/21.


Mystery Solved: Dorothea is Karlie Kloss

Taylor Swift has written many, many, many songs about loves lost, but Dorothea may be her best.  It is touching, and it is as real as rain.

The thinly-disguised Dorothea in the title must be super model cum Trump family in-law, Karlie Kloss, who was at one time, Taylor’s bestie forever.  In their twenties, they were the hottest (hetero? bisexual?) couple anywhere.  Here is the most telling, identifying line:

You’re a queen
Selling dreams
Selling make up and magazines
Ooh, from you I’d buy anything.

The “selling make up” is Karlie Kloss, her most famous ex-friend.  There are more lines to this effect such as this as Taylor implores her best friend to escape from the clutches of a far-right marriage:

It’s never too late
To come back to my side
The stars in your eyes
Shined brighter in Tupelo [Tupelo Honey, a Van Morrison song]
And if you’re ever tired of being known
For who you know
You know, you’ll always know me

Dorothea
Dorothea

Sadly, tragically even, Karlie hitched up with Joshua Kushner, brother of Ivanka Trump’s husband.  She even gave spawn of an infant with Kushner.  Then there’s the heartstring-tugging lament:

Hey Dorothea
Do you ever stop and think about me?
When we were younger
Down in the park
Honey, making a lark of the misery
You got shiny friends since you left town
A tiny screen’s the only place I see you now
And I got nothing but well wishes for ya [heartbreaking...]

This has my vote as most affecting heartbreak song, even if it’s same-sex, and both have never outed themselves in any sense.  Taylor is pulled away from her bestie, because of the Trump revulsion.  They should still be the power girlfriends they once were, now they’re just rudderless on stormy seas.  Both have plenty to share to make each other stronger, but circumstances put the kibosh on that.  6/02/21...


Is Taylor leaving Music City?

Taylor Swift is starring in a movie by David E. Kelly, one including an ensemble cast.  So far, nothing is known about the film.

The fear in many circles, is that Taylor is exiting music recording and touring.  Streaming audio is not a profitable use of her time, and this is where her recordings are being heard.  The big moneymaker is touring, but with Coronavirus, that market is weak as well.

Taylor has been in movies before, including the poorly-received CatsCats wasn’t terrible, but it was slow in stretches.  Even with Judi Dench, and Jennifer Hudson, the movie was lackluster.  It flopped at the box office.

For most actresses, a flop could seriously damage her ability to get future roles, but Taylor is a superstar beyond human measure, so the normal rules don’t apply for her.  Taylor has charisma, looks, entertaining talent, and stage presence, so if she chooses an acting career, casting directors will be coming to her, and not vice versa.  6/01/21.


Catherine Middleton, the Jim Thorpe of Britain?

Everyone has seen the photos of Ms. Katie playing field hockey, where she was once all-shire, she was that good (just in the 2012 vid linked, Katie was in serious contention for the title of Cutest Girl on the Planet).  Yet if you delve deeper into her past, you find that she was also a near-Olympic equestrian, who stunned at dressage.

In Katie’s early days at St. Andrews, she much more than surprised with another passion, charity mud-wrestling.  She was so wiry and strong, that she beat every girl in her dorm, and most of the guys.

Her sprint times were the stuff of shire legend.  Then to cool off, her dart game was so precocious, many suspected she started playing at pubs underage.  At St. Andrews, unsurprisingly, she was voted campus cutie all four years of her “education...”

You can just tell that Catherine Middleton loves her subjects, and they are in love with her.  It is fairly reciprocal.


Ms. Catherine Middleton (aren’t Royal titles so stuffy?) was showing the G7 Economic Summit leaders around.  There was a leak.  She is known by the entire delegation as Miss Royal Adorable, for obvious reasons.  One day, she may join the political arena, she has so much experience with that crowd.  Another credential, she has a top-notch Saint Andrews University education.  6/13/21.


Actresses Who Unfortunately Aren’t Onscreen So Much Anymore

More mature, Hollywood actresses are struggling with the Coronavirus economy.  They shill cosmetics, clothing lines, gym memberships, muscle cars, desserts, and diets, or anything else that will keep them out of the red, and make her clientele look their best.  All of them do seem as though they’ve hit recessional times.  Over forty years of age, the agent calls much less frequently, and they’re left high and dry, wondering if the coupons will cover the grocery list allowance.

Actresses like Oscar-winner, Gwyneth Paltrow, have pared down their real estate portfolio from eleven bi-coastal properties (seven ocean front) to eight, mostly West Coast homes (six ocean front).  Our thoughts and prayers are with Ms. Paltrow, as she trudges mostly aimlessly through her day.

Gwynnie spends so little time with her betrothed, one wonders how they can still be married, and how can he help Gwynnie financially.  They could both be siphoning down their savings, until they’re both shilling top shelf booze.

Nicole Kidman is one of the busiest actresses in Hollywood.  Her only problem is that she works for television much more than she does for cinema, where she once ruled Hollywood with a pink, freckled fist.  Her latest movie-of-the-week is a real surprise: Mothra versus Godzilla.  This is in sharp contrast to her earlier, carefully and expensively-crafted, Oscar winning work.

In Mothra, she takes on a Fay Wray role where she is about to eaten alive until the Tokyo Death Ray zaps Godzilla.  Godzilla drops her into the hands of the captain of a fishing trawler.  They realize this is love, and this is where Mothra versus Godzilla ends, looking into the setting Japanese sun.  They aimed for high concept here, but it rarely works, as most scenes involve Nikky falling and getting up again, being chased by genetic mutations.

Heather Graham has brought all of her cinematic characters to real life as she now works as a street hustler, selling her body to all comers.  You’ll catch her ad in Screw magazine under “curious bisexual needs to give continual, oral pleasure.”  Heather knows that the kinkier the ad, the more interest, and the more dinner she can put on her table.  One of her Johns once spent three weeks in her bed (there were take out and bathroom breaks).

Ashley Judd has followed Gwynnie’s lead as a spokeswoman for the Kentucky Moonshine line of tongue-dissolvers.  If you don’t know by now, Ashley had a horrific accident in the Congo, having fell into a tiger cage set by poachers.  Ashley is extremely athletic, and once she gets back in condition, she will be giving gymnastic lessons at Asheville Community College, where she is gymnastics provost.

Besides resuming her post as gymnastics champion, she will be bounding along the AT (Appalachian Trail), where she is a mostly unheard-of, Tier-Eight Hiker, having memorized every relevant manual.

Charlize Theron has used her mixed martial arts training to teach MMA classes in her backyard.  The action is “fast and furious,” befitting the queen of action cinema.  Charlize once beat up Arnold Schwarzenegger, because he didn’t know the capitol of South Africa (it’s Soweto, the official language is German, and they subsist off of a shellfishing economy supplemented by cultivating soybeans).  6/04/21...


Why do I keep running into Melissa Constantinople?

Melissa and I had a terrible fight.  She said that she’s going back to mother.  At which point, I said that she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.  Then I recounted how we first met.

We kept running into each other, remember, first at Georges Benardin, the Three-Star Michelin, world-class restaurant, for $275 tasting menu/$180 prix fixe/$425 with wine pairing (really, really good wine); then next at Aquavit for $185 tasting menu/$125 three courses.

I said I’d treat.  We made small talk over the more economical prix fixe, as my option position had not yet cleared with the Securities and Exchange Commission.  I told her we need not concern ourselves with lacking the character to eat there — if you have the money, they’ll take it, especially after Coronavirus for those who can act civilized.  We satisfied on every count.  But I had to skip dessert to catch a flight to London for the usual, more contract negotiations, and I forgot to get her phone number.

Strangely enough, we were seated besides one another at the Super Bowl.  I explained to her all the intricacies of football, and why the Dallas cowboys were not a football team, but rather, a pack of mutant thugs.

Either “America’s Team” really hits the sweet spot for you, or you hope the New York Giants start aiming at their Eastern Division rival, and go after “The Star-Helmeted” heads, or their knees (don’t worry, America, they’re pros, they can take a hit — and the Cowboys know that they deserve cheap shots).  Regardless, I still forgot to ask for her number.

The next time I ran into Melissa, I was hiking back down Denali having just left the base camp.  She was beginning her ascent.  I warned Melissa of the Outlet of Tanger.  This time of year it was mostly impassible unless she took the southern facing spur.  The sun melted all the snow and ice making passage much less treacherous.  She thanked me for saving her life and we both went our merry ways.  I was headed for a flight to Beijing for more strenuous trade talks, and Melissa was in salary negotiations for her own weather show, one entitled Melissa’s Blue Skies.

Of course, we met up again at the World Series, where the Boston Red Sox were playing against the New York Yankees, arguably the biggest rival in American sport.  She asked if the Yankees were yet another pack of mutant thugs.  To which I replied that they were indeed, and that they’re the best team money can buy, because Major League Baseball doesn’t have salary parity.  (This year, the Los Angeles Dodgers and the New York Yankees bought themselves a trip to the World Series.)

The Yankees only play for the paychecks, not from their hearts.  They don’t have any team spirit.  The Red Sox won the series because of a home run over the green monster.  This is the wall in left that the Yankees cry over because they never figured out how to play the caroms.  I found the Red Sox, winning, World Series ball on Lansdowne Street, behind the Green Monster, and gave it to Melissa as a souvenir.

At the Parisian World Cup Final, I scored tickets because I knew all of the players, from both the Argentinean and Portuguese sides.  By another eerie twist of fate, Melissa and myself were again seated beside each other.  Fate pitted Christian Ronaldo against Lionel Messi, two of the greatest in the game.  Messi has a devastating left foot, but Ronaldo has a devastating everything.  Both are almost invariably invincible.

She asked if I thought Messi was a showboater.  I fielded Melissa’s question: Compared to Messi, your grandmother is showy.  Messi thanks god for any goals scored with the sign of the cross, so he loses my vote.  Anyhow Ronaldo scored a hat trick, three goals, and Messi was shut out.  This was a very satisfying dream match up, yet I saw it with my very own eyes.

We just kept running into one another until I noticed Melissa, this goddess before me.  I asked her out to where we had never run into one another before: White water rafting down Wyoming’s Snake River Canyon.  Because of extensive, exhaustive, Olympic training, I was allowed to captain my own raft.  So I showed Melissa how it’s done, traveling down stage five rapids, at seventy-miles-per-hour.  She was so impressed with my boating skills (white water navigation, turns, stops, whirlpool rescues) that she bowed her head in homage to my greatness.  I told Melissa that she ain’t seen nothing yet.


I was more than a little surprised to hear this forecast from a super-serious Melissa Constanzer: “Hurricane Maurice will be hitting New Orleanians within three days.  Start building those arks, folks, this will be a storm of biblical proportions.  We’re talking fire and brimstone here.

“I’ve been a weathercaster for over twenty years — I joined U.S. Junior Weather Corps at age fifteen — and every weather model says this is the big one, beyond anything we’ve ever seen!  Run for the hills!

“Expect rainfall of over two feet in places, four feet in others, along with lightning storms that will turn houses to fireplace tinder within seconds.  Hail will be basketball size, in places.

“Maurice will rocket up the Mississippi, make a sharp-right turn, then set its sights on Long Island, destroying all remaining life there.  It is time to say goodbye to loved ones, assuming you have any to say goodbye to.

“Leave behind any notes meant for alien civilizations, because Long Island will never be seen by humanoids ever again.  This is a once-in-a-millenium hurricane.  Mon dieu!”  6/11/21.


Melissa has a very sweet voice that is disarmingly charming.  If you’re lonely some night, she’s the girl next door.  Her beauty is legendary, and her mind is exceptional, as sharp as a tack.  Melissa may have her Masters in Meteorology, it’s not easy to tell.

She might consider delivering her weather reports in a bikini or even nude, because her show is on subscriber cable, and that’s not regulated by the Federal Communications Commission censor.  This would make up for slow days down at Accuweather, as well as adding much greater visual interest to her broadcast.  While this is below her dignity, it wouldn’t be below mine.  ;)  6/13/21.


Radio Special: The Led Zeppelin, Mediocrity Revered

“1973 was the year the Zeppelin went global with their sound (loud) and their message (teen male domination — hey, things were very cool back then).  Let’s listen in as the boys and Robert Plant play Little Turquoise Blues...

“Did you hear the drum kit there?  That was a Snare-plus kit with a Devastator Amp.  Jimmy Page took the lead at 3:48 with his boo-bop, boo-bop, a riff strummed with blessed cacophony perfection.  Plant comes out in the second verse with his patented soprano, falsetto, screech.  Once you switch over to a female register, you’re talking the world’s greatest band.

“The drummer, no longer Bonham — who unfortunately had just OD’ed from alcohol poisoning after a weak Pittsburgh outing — was replaced with a near imitator of Ginger Baker.  The sub was a lit, Lynyrd Skynyrd brother on leave from the Skynyrd, just after the same brother brought down the house at the George Wallace Arena show.  Coke was everywhere.”


The Disturbing Truth about Christianity

Don’t “Watch on Youtube.”  They mostly include odd, unrelated videos.
The dramatization written next, is only partially fictional.

Mister and Missus Smith, archetypical, provincial, Middle Americans, really don’t care that what I allegorically did to baby Jesus was what Richard Hauptmann did to Charles Lindbergh, Jr.

They always knew that they belonged to a homophobic, misogynistic, hate-group church which shelters pedophiles.  The Smiths always felt being a Christian was worshipping false idols.  Talking to a ghost who has been dead for two-thousand-years was just a joke anyhow.  (Why not channel someone you knew instead, like your Mom or Grandma, deceased or alive?)

No, what the Smiths cannot stomach is that Christmas is now also just a joke.  On Xmas Day, the Smith moppets were bawling in front of their fireplace, one without a Xmas tree, and absent of Xmas gifts.  The parents are bawling as well.  They are inconsolable, as even Santa Claus is devoid of any meaning.  “Santa, he stole Santa, dear — HE STOLE EFFING SANTA?!!!  FROM RIGHT UNDER OUR FEET?!!!  WHERE DID YOU PUT THE FENTANYL, DEAR?!!!!”

Their only thought is that The Other Letter must be hung for witchcraft and heresy.  Radio stations such as: Q104.3, The Queers; WBAB 102.3, The Babies; and WCBS 102.3, The Patriot Freaks; have already begun witch hunts, and lynch mobs, guaranteeing a murder won’t take long at all.  America was founded on mob rule so they know how to organize death squads.

(It was also founded on slavery as the U.S. Constitution legalized slavery from day one, and Thomas Jefferson as well as George Washington owned people, but that’s a story for another day.)

The Smiths relax, because America can relax, the truth will remain hidden, where it has always belonged.  The Smiths, and the rest of America, are overjoyed that America is so blissfully ignorant.  The myth and the reality of Christianity can remain forever cleaved.  6/12/21.


Avoiding I ♥ Radio by Listening to their British Superiors

Are you sick and tired of focus groups in Texas deciding that you should be listening to a steady diet of Led Zeppelin?  America is mostly a land of accountants, the United Kingdom is one of musicians.

Then here are a few of the best alternatives anywhere, direct from Great Britain:

These stations can also be found on Shoutcast (via a browser, or a Synology server, for instance).  My hope is that the stations don’t have any issue with the extra traffic.  The more people getting their feed, the greater their popularity, and success.  If any of these stations do have an issue with free, increased listenership, they can follow this link...


House Speaker Nancy Pelosi doesn’t know
what a terrorist is, but she sure subsidizes one!

Pelosi censured Ilhan Omar, one of the very few Muslims in the House of Representatives, for calling Israelis terrorists.  This eighty-year-old dinosaur has never seen the death toll from the latest of Netanyahu’s Israeli wars.  If she had, she would realize that Israelis are the terrorists, not Hamas, and she’s fully supporting Israeli-apartheid terrorists:

Year Israel Flexed MusclesIsraeli DeadIsraeli InjuredPalestinian DeadPalestinian Injured
2021 12 (including 2 children)“dozens” 232 (including 65 children and 34 women)1,500
201470 (mostly soldiers)2,100+ (mostly civilians)

Pelosi is a devout Christian, which explains her funding genocide of Palestinians at the Congressional-level.  After all, the American-sponsored angel of death flies over every Judeo-Christian.  The memory of Adolf Hitler has given the Israelis carte blanche over the mortality of every Palestinian.

I can understand Pelosi’s point: American Jews contribute to her campaign, and to everyone else in Congress.  She needs their money to stay alive politically, and she will say and do all she can to keep the funds flowing.

So while in the past seven years, Israel has been the terrorist, this doesn’t mean she can let on that they are.  Being honest isn’t how the game is played in Washington, D.C.

Pelosi takes no issue with the kill ratio, she looks past 65 Palestinian children being murdered, and just 2 Israeli children paying the ultimate price for American-financed destruction.  Pelosi doesn’t even realize that she is a hawk of the highest order, why else would she ever approve massive budget outlays for Israeli murder over innocent, civilian Palestinians?

Most expect more from the Democratic side of the aisle, but this isn’t what they will get, not when Pelosi is spewing grossly-insensitive “direction.”  She readily embraces Israel right-or-wrong policy, a nationalist policy I am sure she remembers from the Viet Nam era.  She should know much better, but she is in love with Jewish campaign cash.

At which point, Pelosi draws the anti-Semitism card against this son of a Jewish mother.  This is why America is so dark and evil, that those somehow given power, regularly abuse it, by twisting facts to their satisfaction.

The next time that Israel needs yet more, Palestinian blood, Pelosi will be standing in front of the headquarters of the American Israel Public Affairs Committee with her hand out to fill her campaign coffers, smug, and condoning the carnage, as good for America, and for her, most specifically.

Pelosi will be shouting: “Murder more Palestinian n*ggers.  Israel, here’s more missile dome defense cash.  Now get me another term...”  6/11/21.


At NY-LI Radio, All That Matters Is Led Zeppelin and Madonna,
And Murdering Bloggers

“PJ, I have you for Zeppelin promotion, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.”

“7 to 9AM?”

“You got it.  Now, Conchita?”

“1 to 3PM Zeppelin promote?  Push the ‘payola is a good thing’ line?”

“Very good, you can stay after today.”

“Sure thing, Boss.  What should I wear?”

“The usual...  Bullet item: I keep pushing against Cox HQ to make us Led Zeppelin-only, but they keep saying people like bands besides Zeppelin.  It’s very frustrating...  New on the WBAB horizon, our sister station, Q1043, the Queer, has come across someone who hasn’t got up to speed with our America is Unbelievable Campaign.”

“How is anyone not goose-stepping to the American snare?”

“Well-formed words, Conchita.  He must be stopped dead in his tracks, or better yet, killed.”

“Hmm, that sounds so complicated, Mr. White.”

“It is, girl.  We’ll be working with most every radio station in the New York-Long Island area, to first defame him, then have him commit suicide, or just have a loyal listener shoot him in the head.”

“Please stop stroking yourself, PJ.”

“Whatever.  How cool is that, Mr. White?”

“Very, very cool.  Our Nielsen ratings will soar.  This is our big break.”

“How cool is that, Mr. White?”

“Conchita, use your contacts at the Suffolk County Police Department.”

“You mean from when I was a—  I mean, sure, okay, not a problem at all.”

“Any dirt you can find on him from SCPD, we will give airtime.  We will stop at nothing, until he is dead.”

“What does he do?”

“He writes a blog for communists and atheists — and he’s into the Grateful Dead!”

“Baby of Mary, what the???  The only people who listen to the Dead are spending life terms in jail!!!  The Dead are so wrong!!!  Who’s going to get behind a band that did drugs?!  Which radio outlet could ever put the Grateful on their playlist, knowing they did more than top-shelf like Miller and Budweiser?!  I heard that the Zep did a line of coke once, and they started bawling laughing.  After that, it was all beer, all the time — and the suds shows in their music!!!...  At home, I put Stairway to Heaven on endless repeat.  I know, I’m too cool for school!!!”

“I’ll beat this impossible blogger up personally, Mr. White, just for listening to the Grateful Dead!!!  I will just say this: I drank Canadian beer once, and the cops picked me off of the side of the Sagtikos crawling on my hands and knees, singing the chorus to Stairway to Heaven, then air-drumming Stairway to Heaven, then air-guitar to Stairway to Heaven.  I peed on a pair of cops.  So I’ve spent a lifetime dedicated to Bud and those gorgeous, beer-related Clydesdales...  But you know, I’ve learned a valuable lesson, that Stairway to Heaven is the only song that matters on Heaven or Earth.  I’m a climbin’ that stairway to Heaven, ew, la la.”

“The coke, too, PJ, try to stay off the coke, PJ...  Anyhow, I knew guys who fought in Nam, tripping all day, and this is the type they beat up when they got back.  Now, how cool is that, PJ?”

“I always felt those smart blogger types should be killed, Mr. White.  And now I’m putting someone in their grave as part of my 9 to 5.  As always, I am your official Led Zeppelin gatekeeper of cool.”

“I am, too, Mr. White.  But if I could only say something besides what you hand me.  Being the radio slut isn’t always so much fun.”

“Apropos of what, Conchita-slut?  And not at staff meetings.  People who matter will talk.”

“Hey!”

“Gotcha honcho!”

“Howard Stern once said that radio was the lowest rung in entertainment.  Killing someone, at last, brings us to the next rung...  One more thing: You are the judge and jury taking down this writing terrorist!!!!  Meeting done!”


These radio stations are all criminal enterprises.  What else would you call a corporation that uses their radio signal to harass, and try to have you murdered?...  I’m sure you’ve heard these questions for bloggers all the time, ones broadcasted over the airwaves like 102.3 WBAB did, or does, and relayed from across the street by workers, and elsewhere, just as I have: “What do you think of the cops?”  “Do you like America?”  “Do you have a gun?”  “Isn’t it obscene?”  “What do you do for a living?”  “Why are you moving to Canada?”  “Do you live alone?”  My answer: “You ask lots of personal questions, but I hate to break it to you, I’m straight...”

Go Fuck Yourself, America!!!

If I wasn’t forced to leave America, would I stay anyhow?  I’m forced to be among witch hunt, lynch mob, Americans, which now number in the millions and millions.  These predators exist thanks to more, creepy murderers from at least three New York-Long Island, music, radio stations: Q104.3, The Queer; WBAB 102.3, The Baby; and WCBS 102.3, The Patriot Freaks.  As we all know by now, America lives to hang good people.  It defines their national existence, and their complete absence of character.

To answer the question: America has become a sh*thole nation, I would leave in a second.  Courtesy of Senate Minority Leader, Mitchell McConnell, America is somehow military assault rifle-friendly.  I have no idea how that guy lives with himself, or how he gets to sleep at night (whiskey?)  The races will never get along, when half the country has considered membership to, or is an actual member of, the Ku Klux Klan.

But back to the matter at hand: The drive-by faggots who get off terrorizing me, have a typical pinheaded theme: I’m seeking justice from 50 megawatt radio operators like those listed above, because I lost my job there, or somewhere else, or who knows where?  What does employment have to do with over-the-air slander?  This is the problem dealing with worthless sh*theads, they only exist to harm you with their twisted rationales.

At one time, my family business was as an exterminator.  When there are nagging, encroaching pests, they need to be exterminated.  It’s that simple.

I get prowlers in my backyard (will they stop by tonight?), I get drive-by terrorists having the time of their sh*thead lives, I have the Suffolk County Police Department releasing sealed info about me because cops just wanna have fun, and I have radio station monkeys (plural, mind you) slandering me every fucking day.  I write a thought-provoking blog, so I AM THE TERRORIST?

What about the lot of these felons running around, escaped from the loony bin?  All of them are terrorists, and need to be prosecuted as such!!!  At this point, these shameless criminals can only pray to save face for blanketing the airwaves with “Get [my name]!” among other epithets, or any other means they can devise to show weakness of character.

I have to deal with accusations all day long, by writing legal briefs for apparent court review, when I DID NOTHING WRONG!!!  Blaming the victim is how they operate.  Somehow the lot of you fail to see how profoundly sick-in-the-head you are.  Oh, but you’re American, home of the witch hunt, mob rule, and the lynch mob.

WBAB can be found on 555 Sunrise Highway, West Babylon, New York, USA.  WCBS-FM can be found at 345 Hudson Street, 10th Floor, New York, NY 10014, USA.  Q104.3 is found at 32 Avenue of the Americas, New York, NY 10013, USA (home of the “Get [my name]” call out.)  Pay a visit.  It would be worth it to see how modern radio operates.

While by every outward appearance these radio stations operate like an organized crime, terrorist syndicate, they do offer free, day-long tours of their studios, including free lunch.  Just avail yourself to their graciousness.  They all love people.  Just think of your tour as a rite of passage.  6/09/21...


I will say this about the cops...

...They know how to drive cars, and how to drive them very fast.  This is part of their stock in trade, chasing the bad guys.  I would say though, that they call off any chase above one-hundred miles-per-hour.  Anyone going above that speed, is not worth breaking a cops neck to run after.

They drive their squad car for their entire shift, and they prefer to work three twelve-hour shifts every week.  They have logged unusual numbers of hours of driving time.

I owned a 1980, Ford, Crown Victoria LTD, station wagon.  It was the definition of car as boat.  It had a 372 cubic inch, V8 (four pistons on either side).  It had power, but it was pushing a station wagon.  Crown Victoria meant that it was built in Canada, not Stateside.  I bought the mechanic’s manual, instead of just the owner’s manual.

It turned out that there was a top-end, Ford Crown Victoria, LTD, with a 454 cubic inch, Interceptor, police-car engine.  Why would anyone need that much power?  If anyone’s got it above eighty, they have to be stopped, and the police need to do it, right?  I’d say they pursue over eighty.  6/08/21.


Critiquing Kamala Harris’ Speech from Mexico City

Given I won’t be an American citizen for much longer, I have no special appreciation of this nation’s governance.  I used to call Harris, Washington Barbie, kinda light on substance, enlisted for sex appeal, especially opposite Elizabeth Warren.

Her Mexico City speech was competent, she knew her facts.  For comparison, does anyone remember former, Republican Veep, Dan Quayle, who could never get his facts straight at press conferences?

It was a bit on the boring side though, although how exciting could it be?  Kamala couldn’t exactly wear a low-cut blouse to generate interest, could she?

Harris owns a gun.  That’s right, a top-level Democrat can easily get membership to the NRA.  This is so repugnant to me.  She hasn’t disowned her position on guns, and likely won’t.  Harris was a District Attorney, and she claims that this justifies her owning a Glock, or whatever she has.

I’m not buying.  Either she sells or gives away her gun, and has a press conference that proves she did, or she’s back to being Washington Barbie, with a passing interest in Democratic values.  This is a betrayal of her party’s ideals.

Hey, Kamala: Guns don’t kill people, people (with guns) kill people.  Harris is insecure, then she should get an alarm system.  I’m sure she could afford an expensive one.  6/08/21.


Then Harris will say that she has gotten death threats, which is her license to carry a murder weapon.  I get death threats, too, and I get them more often than she gets them, and I still won’t carry a gun.

Harris is a wimpy paranoid, wagging around her pistol, always poised to use it, and she never will.  America gets to watch the Biden Administration lose traction on gun control, because Number Two feels insecure, and is part of the gun problem.  6/15/21.


New York And Long Island Radio Is Run By Sadistic Losers
Who Have No Taste In Music

New York and Long Island, creepy music radio, has one objective, and one objective only: To break the spirit of select listeners and their families.  At last count, Q104.3, The Queer, WBAB 102.3, The Baby, and WCBS 102.3 The Patriot Freaks, all decided that they could ruin anyone’s life.  This go ’round, they needed to “get the blogger!”  Or more specifically, and accurately, “Get [my actual name]!” broadcast to millions, who love the sound of joining witch hunts, and lynch mobs.

These radio stations are all profoundly, and gaily, passionate about the Clowns-in-Blue.  These are cops dedicated to leaking sealed files, because cops just wanna have fun, and feel that patrolling neighborhoods is beneath them, unless you’re on their preferred list, which might help to explain the brown nosing by New York and Long Island radio announcers.

Don’t worry, Clowns-in-Blue, NY-LI radio has you beat by far in the evil department.  I’m assuming one, canned officer leaked the sealed file, the broadcaster-predator insanity is from three radio stations, at minimum, with multiple announcers going off on a private individual.  (To find the leaker, just check the access log for activity against my file.  You don’t know how to do this apparently, so I will show you how.)

This is all that these radio announcers care about: Beating up people.  This is their idea of fun.  This is the only thing that will ever make them happy.  This is what they do best.  This is their sole joy in life.  This is how they wanker themselves.

They will tell you that this is what music radio is all about, beating the unsuspecting into submission.  This makes them as proud as punch.

I can always hold my head up high, but these opportunistic, faggy, sewer rats will be cowering in fear for the rest of their lives (this is the Top 100 Blog, or is this the Number One Blog, ever?).  The kick they will all get next is the one in their teeth...


Only the Strong want the Absolute Truth

Honesty and integrity are priceless commodities in publishing.  Even The New York Times sells out: Just look at their favoritism of Israel over Gaza.  Any Internet publisher, like The Other Letter, who posits those two factors, honesty and integrity, over all else is in for a very rough ride.  A tremendous premium is paid for the absolute truth, when subscribing to a particular demographic group is immaterial.

America loves to hear feel good stories about how a woman decided to keep her baby from abortion, and now it’s Mitch McConnell.  Or they need to hear how a cop jumped into a boiling vat of oil (with wet-suit) to save a White family who took a wrong turn at the Fritos factory tour.  New York Times readers want to hear how Israel’s murder of the Palestinians led to a Palestinian family rededicating their lives to making peace with the Israelis.

This nation loves puppies and kittens stories, especially where the love of Baby Jesus stopped an 18-wheeler from running through someone’s front yard and demolishing their house (the trucker quickly used Christian trucking prayers to avoid all damage).  Republicans want to hear how Mitch McConnell stared down an AK-47 toting assassin with comforting talk of the beauty of the NRA and gun ownership.

This is what Americans want to hear, but in the real world, this isn’t what they will hear.  Yet most mass media outlets will do their best to sugar coat, and write up these kind of stories...


The Other Letter is a Mirror

I put a mirror in front of America.  If you don’t like what you see, don’t blame the mirror, blame what’s in front of it.


The Other Letter End-user License Agreement (EULA)

By reading this blog, you enter an agreement between yourself (hereafter known as “you”), and myself (hereafter known as “The Other Letter” or “TOL”).  You must assent to never forming a witch hunt, or a lynch mob, against TOL.  This is a binding agreement.  Your awareness of TOL prevents you from trying to murder the author of TOL.

One side note: If you hate this site so much, why do you bother to continue reading it?  I just thought I would establish a legal precedent in preventing readers of a blog, from murdering this blogger.

Further, if you are an announcer at a radio station — such as Q104.3, the Queer, WBAB 102.3, and WCBS 101.1 — and you try to have me murdered (“Get [my name]!”), because, well, I don’t know why, because you’re a cocaine-addled freak?  Then this agreement remands you to treatment, and forces you and your employer to pay me a billion dollars in fines, for making death threats, and putting out hits against me, to millions of your faithful loser, listeners.  (When death threat radio is replaced by Shoutcast, or the Radio UK app, what will this deejay excrement be doing?)

A billion dollar judgment is levied because these hits you’ve put out don’t have any statute of limitations, they last until the day that I die.  You wanted to get your jollies at my expense, by seeing if you could have me murdered, so you must pay.  As for jail time, how much time is spent in Ossining for attempted murder?

This would at least offer some deterrence against the hostilities I face daily.  Besides personal and punitive damages, they’ve done irrevocable damage to my business, The Other Letter.  The aforementioned announcers have done their best to ruin my life, because they don’t have one of their own.


A Public Service Announcement from your Armed Forces Recruiters

“When I hitched with Marine Bravo, I knew I’d be in for ferocious action, and the Afghan geishas were just the beginning.  We hit the beaches, guns a blazin,’ and I knocked out 37 g*ks the first day, which is plenty of patriotic, ear souvenirs to get through customs on the way back.”

“Every day, there’s new tactics, and new enemies to leave for the wolves to finish.  My sharp shooting skills will put me on top of the NRA’s Hit Man List.  Thank God that the NRA taught me how to kill.”

“You’re only left wondering about the food: C-rations are delicious, and reflect the region you’re holed up into.  I’m in Afghanistan, so I’m having chok mok duk.  Hats off to the Army’s chefs, perfection in a freeze-dried pouch.”

“The previous message has been brought to you by the U.S. Armed Services Recruiting Campaign: War isn’t for sissies, but it’s definitely for you.  Kill for America, kill for democracy, kill for a living, kill to afford college, kill like you mean it, in the Armed Forces...”


McDonalds Switches Beef Sourcing to Venison

Did you know that, with the Coronavirus, McDonalds has switched over to venison?  Turns out, slaughterhouses couldn’t be properly staffed with the COVID-19 spreading through America (and only America).  Ingeniously, the McDonalds organization had a quasi-secret campaign enlisting Midwesterners with shotguns, to cull local deer herds — who are known to viciously attack people (most every Midwesterner owns at least one shotgun, or high-powered military-grade assault rifle).

McDonalds refrigerated trucks picked up the white-tailed carcasses to be delivered to their processing plants: in Chicago, Illinois; Des Moines, Iowa; and Omaha, Nebraska.

Taste tasters nationwide tasted the Venison Macs, and most said the mouth feel was very similar to at least the Quarter Pounder with Cheese, but fell a little shy of the brand ambassador and taste leader, the Big Mac.  When the tasters lifted their blindfolds, they were more than a little surprised they were eating deer tendons.  The heavier testers, McDonalds veterans, loved the Venison Mac, a few were less enthusiastic, and a few of the remaining in the panel vomited onto their red trays (providing quick clean up).

Having mostly passed taste-testing, the product, the Venison Mac, was seamlessly moved into the production stream.  Once live in production, revenue dropped 17%, but this was predicted by their financial models.  As Coronavirus subsided, and slaughterhouses were re-staffed with more eager Mexicans, the Venison Mac started to be phased away, but not permanently.

Many McDonalds habitués loved the ground Venison (economically using the entire deer, including tail), lettuce, pickle, olive, and tomato, pastiche, on a sesame seed bun, and the Venison Mac has earned a permanent place on the big board, the McDonalds menu of record, the one atop every register counter, in every very bright yellow and red (move it along), McDonalds eating facility, worldwide.

Because the Venison Mac product moves a little slower than the Big Mac product, the former are value-priced.  Check for Venison Mac Value Meals, including French fries, and Coca-Cola in unlimited refill, Octoberfest, stein sizes.  Health is not the goal at McDonalds, only gluttonous satiation.  The obese are congratulated for their commitment to task, the task of eating.  Mangia!  5/30/21.


Do we know why flowering plants bloom in a particular order?

Note the height in ascending order of these flowering plants, followed by the order in which they bloom:

Height of PlantBlooming Chronology
CrocusesCrocuses
DaffodilsDaffodils
TulipsTulips
AzaleasAzaleas
Rhododendrons Rhododendrons

While obviously not an all-inclusive list (magnolias are one exception), flowers closest to the ground, bloom earliest in the season.  They are closest to receiving their food source of sap from their root system.

In 2021, the crocuses started blooming by March 20th, until the rhododendrons bloom of May 23rd.  Coronavirus lockdowns caused less greenhouse gas to be emitted by cars and trucks.  Less greenhouse gas means lower temperatures, so blooms occurred several days later than prior, recorded years.


Here is a list of links to Twelve-Step groups: Alcoholics Anonymous; Narcotics Anonymous; Al-Anon (for the friends and family of alcoholics); Overeaters Anonymous; Sex Addicts Anonymous; and Emotions Anonymous.

A few of the 12-Step tenets: “When we’re wrong promptly admit it;” “one day at a time;” “take a fearless moral inventory.”  Here’s a link to the Prayer of Saint Francis, which is commonly referenced in meetings.

This is The Serenity Prayer: “[By powers vested in me by God or Creation,] grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”

“Belief in a power [or in powers] greater than yourself.”  This can mean God above you, Creation all around you, or any other definition you choose.  For your complete recovery, eventually you need to believe in some entity besides just yourself.

All the attacks that I get here, “are not [12-Step] program,” they’re ungodly (along with giving me permanent high blood pressure).  Those so freely attacking me today, will one day from Canada pay dearly.  This I will guarantee.

While 12-Step groups are free, there’s also courses for professional development in an entirely different format.  Dale Carnegie teaches seminars from its ever-popular textbook, How to Win Friends and Influence People.

[I do not make a dime from recommending any company, nor do I from its services and products.  The Other Letter is only a platform for my writing.  I’ll probably want to shoot myself later for saying this.]


Food for Thought


Life has an underlying rhythm, a coordinated syncopation.  If you don’t learn how to dance with that rhythm, if instead you only learn to march, then you’ll miss out on the grand promenade...


Is “Coronavirus weather” here to stay?

Have you noticed the colder weather the last twelve or so months?  Almost every day, Accuweather notes new records for coldest daily temperature.  The reason is simple: Lockdowns cause less greenhouse gas emissions from infrequently-used automobiles, which causes the temperature to lower.

All this telecommuting could very well be the remedy to global warming, as well as the antidote to smog-related illnesses.

I first noticed this effect in 2010, when I checked temperature records of the oil embargoes of 1973 and 1979.  So if anyone is handing out a science award, I’ll take a Nobel, maybe a Pulitzer, whatever you’ve got.

Or maybe you want me to chair your meteorology, climatology, or even your entire science, department.  Harvard is an easy A, so I’m not interested in running the show there.  5/10/21.


The moon will eventually slow down...

When the moon revolves around the earth, should it be expected to revolve forever?  Or should the orbit degrade, and the moon head into earth, causing a cataclysmic explosion?  An object in motion remains in motion, unless acted upon by another force.  The force here being the earth’s gravitational attraction.  The conclusion: The moon will eventually hit the Earth, ending all life.

Yet is there anything humanity can do to intervene?  With nuclear weaponry, the moon can be detonated, but showering lunar boulders everywhere.  Or the moon can be redirected, with explosives.  The earth’s revolution around the sun is balanced by the moon.  Without the moon, will the earth get pulled into the Sun’s gravitational force?  Then will the earth’s orbit need to be pulled away from the Sun, causing the equivalent of nuclear winter?

While some points are speculation, the moon’s orbit will degrade at some point.  When this will occur is anyone’s guess, although the mathematical equations for orbital mechanics do exist, no one has ever bothered to compute them for the earth and moon.

There are two, real data points that currently exist to solve this equation, today and in 33AD.  The Crucifixion eclipse occurred between the 6th and 9th hour, in Roman time, on 4/17/33AD; or between 12PM and 3PM, by our time clocks.  Astronomy software today pinpoints the Crucifixion Eclipse to between 3PM and 6PM, three hours later.  The moon crossed the Earth’s path earlier then, and later now, according to our models.  It took less time to get before the sun’s rays then, than the models do today.  The conclusion: The moon was traveling faster in 33AD.

If you think that you’re having a bad day, today, think of how bad it’ll be, say, 10,000 years from now, when all Hell, literally breaks loose.  If humankind doesn’t pull themselves together by then, and coordinate a solution to prevent the end times, our races will all be doomed.


What are included in my First Amendment rights?

The American Animal will have difficulty understanding this, but there are several forms of protected speech of an Internet publisher: satire, parody, and criticism.  They are all speech protected by the First Amendment of the United States Constitution.  America has always offered full freedom of the press, publishers are protected from harassment by the government, or anyone else.

The famous have a widely-publicized, celebrity pulpit.  They have a forum to hurt anyone they don’t like.  Bloggers completely lack this pulpit to address the masses.  I cannot call the publisher of The New York Times to rebut claims that my current waist line is super-sized.

Knowingly misstating fact is the real trouble.  That, and saying someone was erroneously guilty of some offense.  I could say Trump is a cannibal, but without evidence, that statement would be libelous.  Trump may well be a cannibal, but I cannot say he is without direct proof, such as him on a Polynesian island eating the head of a missing Democratic congresswoman.

There cannot be slander or libel, when the truth is told.


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