Mandentory Metallica

They are talking about that torture memo the White House sent out in 2002 or so saying that torture was now OK. This is when that guy from Sixty Minutes was at Guantanamo Bay and also when the tortures at Abo-grave occurred. Christie says this is more than coincidence. Of course a lot of problems are mis-perceived. For instance apparently Bin Laden's mentor, who was an even older man, has come out and said it would be a good thing is Iran would be destroyed. Apparently in that part of the world they still refer to Al Qaida as the Muhajadib, which fought the Russians in 1979. As to the drop of "sectarian violence" in Iraq urban areas this is because the various sects are all segregated and it's harder for death squads to get to various people, as well as there are fewer spontanious interactions between people of opposing sects that could flair up into violence.

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Christmas of 1993 was a strange one because David Stanley did not spend it with his family. This was a rare occurrance though it had occurred before a few times. It occurred in 1991 and in 1984. Bill, as with those times, celebrated Christmas with Bobby and Lilly Haden, as we refer to them in ZAC alias. Among the other guests were Henry, as well as "Pike" with his white-bread wife Carrie, and their two or three year old son. The menu was almost invariably the same, featuring turkey. The best thing about the Hayden dinners were the vast array of deserts people bring over such as pies and cakes and ice cream. But this day David had a headache hangover that would not go away. Lilly gave him some Advil and suggested he take two, "three, if it's a real bear." Apparently she's had experiance in this area. This was the Christmas that Bob Dornen on the radio said that it was the 2000th. anniversary of Jesus's birth. "Well, doesn't that just beat all!" Stanley mused. The two thousand line has come and gone.

On Newyears David Stanley went to some Christian night at Knott's Berry Farm to ring in the year 1994. But the next day David's storage area was broken into yet again. Somehow the lock was picked but fortunately the lock was still lying on the ground and nothing appeared to have been taken. The weather in January of 1994 was unusually sunny and warm. It was a good thing too because they were painting the wrought iron railings and also the front doors, and the paint smell would waft in the apartments. David called Henry about how he had a headache now. Yeah, blame the paint. On January 17th. at 4:31 in the morning a powerful earthquake struck. As with other quakes they'd had pool water was sloshing out of the pool. He was talking with Ken who said he'd seen a whole bank of transformers explode out his back window in a big blue flash(es). David had KROQ radio on of all stations for a bit of news.

Late January was punctuated by two events. The first was that the heater again went out. It had gone out in December and David had wondered if this was a trend. He'd had the screen door open on a cool day watching the final Dallas Cowboys game on CBS. The manager said call the gas company if there was a problem. The other event was a return to sender message on an envelope from his Pastor, whom he had written a letter to. I thought things were "Kopesetic" with the pastor now with no outstanding conflicts. In his letter he'd written that the Christian education program of his denomination sucked and that it ill prepared them for the world. Also there was this mystory holiday his denomination celebrated he couldn't find anything out about it. Finally he launched into his "Why don't you come clean and admit you knew my parents before you came to our church." There were lines almost hinting at the Police song about "Every claim you steak - - every vow you break- - every outrage you fake" kind of thing. But David assumed something had gotten screwed up in the mails. Either that or else someone like the secretary had croked suddenly and they didn't know what to do with the mail.

It was mid February or so when David's Dad took him to his own personal eye doctor to have his eyes examined and new glasses so he could see and read better. The following Sunday at the house, his Dad grilled him on his alcohol consumption, having smelled alcohol on his breath.

It was late February when David finally called Pastor Asshole back to find out what had happened with the letter. David was outraged to hear the Pastor admit the truth. He had returned the letter. The funny thing is that the glue on the letter was no weak and could be easily opened. He suspected the pastor had already read the letter. The pastor said "Your letters are abusive". David was put off by the word "abusive" as a really inflamitory word. Also within a day of that David got a phone call to the effect that Debby, a girl whom "The Lord" said he would marry way back in January 1988- - -that she had a boyfriend. Despite what her mother clearly told him David assumed that their union was iminent. David increased his drinking of white wine. During this weekend David also tape recorded a lot of music off the radio.

It was just the next week when David's apartment got yet another on site manager and David and Ken both got off to really bad starts by playing their TV's too loud. David said he was only competing with Ken- - but the land lady didn't take kindly to his excuse and her husband resorted to various types of mind game threats concerning this matter. It was just a few days later when Pete Richards suggested that David watch "What About Bob?" on TV. People had been telling David that he needed "therapy". If so this is the last movie you'd want to watch. Certain movies like this movie and "Anger Management" are just NOT funny for those people who have actually been in that situation. David had begun listening to the surf music station and one Saturday night was up drinking Meisterbrau (a weak beer) at twelve or one at night and the next day, a Sunday, his mother had smelled beer on his breath. This didn't go down well.

Re-enter Bill Gunderson in mid March. Bill Gunderson was a friend who seemed to show up in spurts and then disappear for months. He had been around from about late February of 1993 till the week before Mother's Day. They had sent the rock compilation "re-issue" of "Strawberry Fields Forever" (orig. out Feb. 1984) but now the CD version had new added songs plus a few that were taken off. Bill Gunderson was also around from about mid September to late October of the previous year. This time they worked on a remake of the Protigal Son story in the Bible and unlike June of 1991 this time at Bill's suggested they decided to side with the younger son. In early May they also put out that thing where Homer Simpson turned into an evangelist and moved to Arizona and his oldest son ( ) Bart decided to murder him out of pent-up rage and the younger son ( ) found out about it the following Saturday morning and was shocked.

In late April - - it was a Friday late afternoon and he thinks it was the same day he learned about Richard Nixon's death but before the funeral, that Angie, remember her, told David that she was moving to Carona and "staying with friends". To David this meant she had a secret boyfriend stashed away. About the same time the heater crapped out yet again and David called the gas company who showed him that his flame curled upward when it should be sticking out straight at a 45 degree angle so the thermostat wasn't closing. It was a good thing, too because the weather in late April just got colder. Richard Nixon's funeral made David physically ill. "All that fawning over a crook" he thought. It was Sunday May first early in the morning when Michal Benner on his radio program said that at seven he would list every law that Richard Nixon had violated. This day sticks out in David's mind because he got sicker and sicker as the day progressed and he didn't know if he had a hangover or what. He'd felt fine the night before. He recorded "Sea Quest" on his VCR and at nine finally decided he needed more alcohol and went out to get Mickey's. But walking down there this light headed-ness came over him and he had this "out of breath" feeling like he'd just run a marithon & thought he'd faint if the feeling got any worse. Fortunately he got his beer at the store and then he felt better.

One time at a Calvary Chappel, this pastor's son spoke whom David had known as a little kid. What struck him was the shallow, narrow-minded adult this kid had grown into and David wondered what happened. It may have been the same Sunday that David had chicken noodle soup and went out to Alpha Beta to shop and cash a check. His hand was shaking so bad he could hardly make out the check and he was sweating, and the clerk wanted to know if he were going into shock, or something. Often during this period David had this "worm in the brain" feeling like something was crawling around in his brain, irritating it. On May 10th. (backing up a week or two) there was a total but anular eclipse of the sun he coined as the "Rout 66 eclipse". It was kind of a bomb, but Rush Limbaugh spoke about it because it affected people in New York.

There were lots of good shows on in 1994 but David in retrospect regards the final smash boom ending of The Next Generation now in retrospect. David was learning Fortran now studying it on his own. Six months earlier in the fall he'd honed in on Prolog and studied that, and six months earlier in the spring of 1993 it had been P L / 1. But he had no computer.

There was no shortage of news entertainment. There was the Tanya Harding "hammer" affair with Nancy Kerrigan. There was Laurena Bobbit and her acquittal for you know what. And there was the Menendez brothers case getting off for killing their parents. Of course in the coming months there would be the ultimate justice misscarriage of the OJ Simpson murders.

In June on the day before Father's Day David on the way to the liquor store met a black prostitute named Marcie. She had a really hot, tight body that wouldn't quit. She was so attracted to him she said she wouldn't even charge him. David turned her down at this time but kept her in mind. This night was notible because it was the first time ever that David bought fortified wine, Thunderbird. And it would be the last for a long time, till ironically four years to the day - Fathers Day eve of 1998 when he now started buying the Cisco and Thunderbird on a regular ongoing basis. In late July or sometime and he's not totally sure- - he began having sex with her. Although it was usually a freebee, she would sometimes ask him for money for "expences". It was now about the first of August and David decided to write his other pastor, the Calvary one, a letter saying that he was "having a faith crisis of a magnitude that might jeopardize his Christian salvation". The pastor wrote back with the words, "I'm so sorry you are thinking about leaving the church". David was insulted. It's like if a guy is afraid of falling off a cliff this pastor will be the one to push him over. But that didn't stop David from writing another letter where he "called God" on a lie God had told him. The pastor responded by labeling David as a false prophet and also had these choice words, "If something doesn't happen it's only because that's how God willed it. Nothing happens that isn't in God's will" But David knew he had to get a handle on his drinking problem, and he did. He set rules for himself. He remembers one of them was there would be no drinking before nine PM. This happened to be the time that Metallica came on KNAC at nine PM. David remembers recording a lot of Metallica songs in early and mid August of 1994. One might say things were looking up a bit. David had one conversation with his father that may have been early fall of 1994. (David would continue sexual relations with Marcie till about the fall of 1995) David was talking to his Dad (early fall 1994) and saying he was thinking of writing him another letter about developments in his life and his Dad just said, "Some topics are better just to be left alone". David thought about that. "That actually makes sense", he mused.

I've Been to the Mountain

- - - or as John Lennon would say, "I've been the Mountain" because if you look at the cover of "Mind Games" John's face looks like a Martian landscape. I like 'Mind Games because of the love it shows between John and Yoco. Such lyrical references are notibly absent from "Walls and Bridges", which I never bought for a lot of reasons. I just "wasn't feeling the vibes". It would appear that John and Yoco were indeed soul mates. If you asked me whether I think me and Laura Hammil were or are soul mates I would say I sure thought so at one time. But sometimes the "cares of this world" get in the way of pursuing a relationship to the full that may have been in God's will (for you NON Calvinists out there) but just didn't pan out that way in the here and now. In indeed John is now in enforced isolation from Yoco on Sirius A, this is indeed a sad thing, especially is he has been enjoined from talking about it and revealing his true feelings. I like the Christian allusions on that album, and also the Christian or spiritual allusions on Harrison's album, "Living in the Material World", which I own.

New Evidence about Global Warming, or the Lack Thereof

Thom Hartman is holding a global warming debate right now. One thing Thom Hartman is good at that most talk show hosts aren't is that he's able to present his beliefs in an intelligent, systematic matter and gives you a clear bottom line. He's done a good job of summarizing the truely beneficial attributes of religion being reduced to "Love". John would like that. Thom speaks of love of nature and love of the Universe and love for our fellow man, and anthropoligists point to religion in times past as a unifying force for cultural unity and mutual advancement.

But there is new troubling evidence that perhaps Global Warming isn't what it's cracked up to be. This "alarming trend" may be coming to an end as people point to new polar ice in the north pole regions and also a cold winter in North America. Apparently this myth that polar bears can't swim and thus will drown is being debunked as there are now record numbers of polar bears in the Hudson's Bay region. Some facts and trends can't be explained. For instance we know that the Sahara Desert has been moving steadily south. It's been doing this for decades and thirty years ago I was reading how the desert has been encroaching on the jungle and how plants and animals find it hard to find water. But if global warming is true, shouldn't climate patterns be moving north rather than south? Hartman says that in the forties and fifties there was an increase in particulate matter in the air that has a cooling effect. When I was a kid all the rap was how the winters were getting colder and colder, and Bob Dylan even mentions this in "Talking New York Blues". Constantly I was regailed with talk of big blizzards in late March. By the mid 1970's this "cooling" trend had reached a crechendo. But now there began to take effect new polution regulations passed, oddly, during the Nixon Adminestration. This is what started global warming when more sunlight was allowed to get through. Now India and China are where we were back in the forties and fifties of the last century and these nations are industrializing and sending particulate matter out into the air thus generating a global cooling. Some will say that the sun itself is getting hotter because of "Martian warming". But nobody can explain the eight hundred degree weather on Venus. CO2 is clearly the culpret here along with the "carbon footprint". What if we blanketed the Mojave desert with solar pannels generating electricity and split oxygen and hydrogen apart and shipped the hydrogen for fuel around the world and released the oxygen back into the atnosphere? What if we found new ways to "sequester" carbon in coal production in places like Montana, where it is viable? There are solutions for most every problem once we know what questions to answer. Asking the right questions to begin with is the first step tword progress. It can be said that I stopped BASIC programming less because I ran out of answers, but more because I just ran out of questions. Any suggestions?

April Fourth - - - "Free At Last. Thank God I'm Free At Last!"

Tomorrow we salute the death of Martin Luther King. It's been my feeling that we should move Martin Luther King Day to the date of his death rather than the date of his birth, which to me and most people is more relivant, especially if you're Catholic. As you know King's final speech was relivant and prophetic where he says "Like others I would like to live a long life. Longevity has its place. But I want you know that I've been to the Mountain and I've seen the Promised Land. And I may not get there with you but I want to say that we as a People will get to the Promised Land". This speech has its scriptural antecedent in the book of Exodus where Moses was allowed by God to climb this high mountain in Jordan accross the river and gaze upon the promised land. It says "Moses' was 120 years of age and hisvision was not diminished nor had his moisture departed" The Lord would not let Moses enter the promised land because he had commited a minor "typology" error (as theologians refer to striking the Rock a 2nd. time) and as such this was a misdomeanor Jehovah could not pardon. There are certain times when the Lord gets fed up with an individual and starts balking at even minor sins. Certainly Martin Luther King was a visionary and a spiritual leader for people of his race. In 1968 certain cosmic forces seemed to be conspring from allowing liberalism to truely flower the way it should have. We need to "keep the vision alive" and not lose sight of the goal of Freedom within and without. When Bono of U2 sand the song it was actually early morning of April 5th. when he got the morning paper bearing the sad news. But sometimes song lyrics are more real than fact.

The Night Comes Down

First of all I'd like to thank everybody involved for bearing through with the last blog posting. We're going to keep the weird stuff to a minimum in this file, at least for a while. I would like to comment in it's being the fourth anniversary of Air America on April first. In these four years a lot has changed both in the American politic, and in my own political beliefs. Someone on a program today took a swipe at the "Determinism" of Albert Einstein today. My philosophy is when you grow a brain like Einstein's yourself, you can comment, otherwise keep your thoughts to yourself. The saying is true, "The dice of the Gods are loaded". We just need for it to unfold. Naturally, we need to retain "Plausible deniability". I hope you understand.

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It was a bleak, overcast day the first day of February of 1993. It was one of those days where it looked like it could rain any minute, but of course it didn't. On this day David Stanley decided to call up the pastor of his parent's former church, otherwise known as "The Asshole from El Paso" He had written him a letter a month and a half ago or so in which he referred to the pastor as a "finely honed tool of Satan". He just wanted to make sure he understood what he meant. Unfortunatly the Pastor was not at all talkative. He was brusk and gave David the bum's rush and the conversation couldn't have lasted longer than two minutes, if that. The next day, Saturday was by contrast bright and sunny all day. In this day Pete Richards, David Stanley, and a friend went to Disneyland for the day. One of the things that stands out was meeting two foxy girls in their early twenties or perhaps late teens, and David acertained from them that they were Rush Limbaugh fans. Unfortunately neither Pete Richards nor the other guy were inclined to want to expand the group to five. They were waiting in line in the dark to eat dinner at this place on Main Street, that David joked "reminded him of eating at the White House".

It was about the first of March when a cat David owned named Garfield gave birth to kittens which were kept in the crawl space below the apartments. David discouraged Garfield's bringing the kittens into the apartment because he was uncertain whether any cats were leagel now because there were so many letters in the mail saying the place was under new ownership, and there was a veritable revolving door of managers since Joe and Kathy left. David for the most part hadn't gotten into any "serious " relationships with women in the four & a half years that he lived there. With the notible exception of a four month affair with a married woman from November of 1989 to March of 1990. You'd just die to know why the affair was ended.

In mid March things were going swell. David however was unemployed but he'd gotten used to doing nothing all day long in the past year or so since he'd been out of ROP. There was a St. Patrick's Day special on 22 oz. Mickey's beer and David decided to avail himself. He adopted the habbit of going out every night for the beer and he kidded himself into saying "Well, I want to observe the position of the sun when it sets". On the radio over this period was the twentieth anniversary of the release of the Pink Floyd album "Dark Side of the Moon".

It was about April first when David wrote a poem song lyric to "A Touch of Gray" which he sent through snail mail. The tag line was "If you see red - don't end up dead". The lyrics to a degree revolved around a picture of planitary orbs on a Traffic compilation he'd just bought. There was a Star Trek episode where Data had to lie on pain of his life to his captain and distort evidence to conceil the encounter with a highly Xenophobic culture, who'd love an excuse to kill you. The message is "Don't go looking for evil, because you just might find it". It was around Easter of 1993 that David and Pete Richards were at this park that occupied the top of a hill where his parents now lived. There was a concrete path way around the park, and there was this teenage female roller skater who kept skating by them and overtaking them as they walked along. She must have gone by several times. David thought about that Bible passage of "As far as the east is from the west so far will your sin be removed from you" and how if you keep going west you'll only end up going around in circles and accomplish nothing.

Around April 20th. there was more trouble with the storage area down below. One of the boxes full of books in his area were just stolen. David went down to the hardware store and got a lock for the door. From now on- - problems would occur with increasing frequency.

It was the first weekend in May and David had just finished playing a cassette tape. One of the things on the tape was Rush Limbaugh's coverage of the Gulf War in February of 1991. The cat wanted food so David went out to buy it some. When he got back the cat wasn't there. David would never see the cat again. It had plum vanished. Later he found out from an attractive blonde female he in later years nick named "Nicole" because of her resemblence to Nicole Simpson. She had told David that she took the cat to the pound and found homes for all the kittens. Rather than get mad David acted like he didn't know. He says he "didn't want to jeopardize the relationship with her" by showing his real feelings about what she had done.

David had only been on SSI a little more than a year. He went down to the Social Security place, who were in a new, smaller building this year at the Bank of America. The wait was interminable but he didn't want to jeopardize his housing. He got hassled by the people there. When he got done he vowed never to repeat that experiance and bought some burbin and enbibed and he was rolling tape and the playback clearly reveals that he was intoxicated.

Now roomers came from his neighbor Ken that housing may be trying to kick them both out. David's fears were strengthened when he got a letter saying his first housing inspection wasn't good enough but now there was to be another. There was something about getting new carpet involved. Ken said it didn't matter if he was getting new carpet, his status was still in jeopardy. The new black cat Chaquille loved to roll around on the brand new carpet.

David also had problems with his neighbors. There was a motley crew of wierdos who had moved in. There was an old lady, her grand daughter and her little girl, and also her grandson and his wife and a nerdy looking daughter, and a rather gay looking boyfriend of the grandmother. The grandmother named Barbra began making increasingly strident complaints about loud music and with each complaint there was less basis to complain than the time before and now it was becomming irrational, as well as annoying.

It was about June 7th. or so- - it was a Friday in early June of 1993 that David got a letter from his church saying he was to be kicked out. David had been a member there for 29 years and the letter seemed at best screwey. After getting the run around from earlier calls, David decided to talk to the Pastor, Mr. Asshole from El Paso. The pastor was anything but civil or coherent. In fact his remarks were so "Out to lunch" David turned on the tape machine and decided to record the conversation because nobody would believe it. The conversation lasted 7:40 and the Pastor made numerous references to "We decided you should get psychotherapy". That's a whole other story for another time but David was furious getting off the phone and headed right for the beer, although it was not yet noon. It was perhaps six weeks later that David decided if the church didn't want him he'd send in whatever form they wanted him to send in saying he was no longer a member. There WAS no option on the form for "I wish to remain a Church member".

Sometimes you think things are getting better when they are really getting worse. Now that blonde teenage grandson named "Bernie" began stairing at David. At other times when David wasn't paying attention to him, Bernie would say "Look, there's the peeping Tom" to his chums and came up with all these fantasic stories about how David was a peeping Tom. Not only this but sine Stephany the little girl was the only one of the group who was friendly to David, David would sometimes talk to her. Now Bernie accused him of being a child molester. All day long you would see Bernie strutting around in those hot pink shorts that he wore. He would spend all day around the pool with the kids, Stephany a brunette who was four, and Justin, who was two. These were the two children of his sister, whose name I believe was Denise. David's case wasn't helped when one night coming out of the pool having drunk three 22 oz. Mickeys and having taken a Contac besides, stumbled when he headed up the stairs. The shades of the darkened room down stairs were open and occasionally there would be this flicker like a disco light or something and David stared at it a bit. It was Barbra watching a war movie on TV but now she said she had proof he was a peeping Tom. Later he came back down to the pool and she shouted more accusations out the window at him as Ken and the "parents" of Chiquille (the black cat) were at the other end of the pool and Ken asked, "David, what's going on".

The ironic thing was during this same month of July of 1993 David had met two women who were promising. One, a blonde, was named Gail, who had a red haired son. The other's name was Marie and she was an almost brunette and probably more attractive, but the best thing is she had daughters, Brittany 5 (?) and Chelsea (?) 3 who looked like their mother so that if they ever got together they would be believable as his kids. But the future of this relation was pretty much "baked into the cake" because she was a Christian and hated any form of drugs. But he didn't know that at least right away and by the time he found out it was probably too late. You see she would routinely greet him at the gate when he went out every night for Mickey's.

The keepers of Chaquille moved out in mid August. In a last dash "good bye" move the cat ran into his apartment like there was no tomorrow and didn't want to leave. David remembers that it was the time the Pope was visiting. David tried to pursue his relationship with Marie and they would often meet in the Jacuzzi. But in early September the Jacuzzi went cold, and so, for all practical purposes, did their relationship. He learned she want to Knott Avenue Christian Church and he started going there too, hoping to score points with her, but it didn't work.

David had gotten Joe and Kathy's new number from Ken and even called them a couple of times during the summer even entertaining thoughts of moving. Mitigating against this were that about August first Barbra and Bernie and that whole psycho gang left, in mass, and they never darkened his door again. Also Joe and Kathy's new place didn't accept housing. Another big mitigating factor was now Angie had moved in downstairs where Barbra used to live. She had a blond haired little boy about two & a half or three. He would see David and ask who it was and Angie said, "That's the sand man". The two commenced a sexual affair that lasted till late April of 1994. She made it clear that she was "between relationships" and not to expect anything permanent in the way of a relation. That was music to his ears. Though the sex was generally pretty good (she was kind of on the plump side) there were a couple of occasions where he was impotent and unable to perform due to too much drinking. This was a "sobering" experiance, pardon the pun. Strangely enough now, with no cats at all in the house, David would often feel like "evil forces" were after him when he was alone in the apartment. Also his house plants all picked up on this malaise and began dying one by one in September and October of 1993. Also at this time he began spending an increasing amount of time with Joe and Kathy and Nicholas at their apartment. He still felt protective tword Nicholas and was surprised to learn that at age five he was allowed to watch Beavus and Butthead. Then in late October David learned from Joe and Kathy that they were moving- and soon- - out of there into a house. He later formed the "oppinion" that the house was in Glendora, when Joe had only said "a number of miles east of Los Angeles". He had his reasons for the "Glendora" theory.

David liked to do these "Federation" album anthologies. One in September was titled "Good Old Fashioned Male Chovinist Pig". The only songs he remembers that were on it are "The Night Comes Down" by Queen, "Colored Rain" by Traffic, and some Bob Dylan song about "Call girls in the doorway" from an album outtake. In late October he put out another one in snail mail called "Weird Scenes From Inside the Old Mine" with Morrisonesque thoughts clearly on his mind.

David had no reason to be depressed but strangely he was. Something about the rapidity of events had taken something out of him. As October edged its way into November he was now drinking Carlo Rossi white whine regularly. And he was also aware that he'd be drinking the stuff like at one thirty in the afternoon when he never used to drink. Also he would have bouts of illness in late October and these "bouts" continued into the next several months through spring of 1994. He didn't know what could be wrong. Was it his drinking? He later found out it was probably Hepatitus B. which he tested positive for in 1999. At this time he decided to write his parents a letter expressing the years when they had let him down the most. The most recent of these dates was mid 1991, not long ago at all. His father didn't take the letter well at all and says "Look, I'm an old man, I'm 69 years old. What can I do?" David was rather insulted by his Dad's response. He felt more isolated than he was especially with Joe and Kathy now gone, which he regarded as a link to the "good old days" of 1988 through 1992, not so long ago. Relations with his Dad were strained at the Thanksgiving gathering. On the drive home from Thanksgiving dinner, from which they departed early, David and Pete Richards saw a UFO on the freeway above them apparently stationary in the sky about a thousand feet up, he'd guess. He thought maybe it was a balloon. He had some strange lettering on it that appeared to be in another alphabet.

We'll give you part two when we get good and ready.

Predude and Whig-out

“All right boys, this is it. It’s over the hill to victory”

Nine – twenty one – zero – nine – HIKE!

This morning we are saluting the rainbow coalition by doing our famous rainbow sherbet background we haven’t done in a while. I was informed that there was a new download of Flash player so naturally I woke up Lieutenant Barkley and had him wire it into my brain. This blog could be called “Welcome to my break-down”. The first thing I’d like to do is salute Syd Barret. We’re all familiar with his unique vocals of the first Pink Floyd album but on that first album “Piper at the Gates of Dawn” (and it’s not even dawn yet) one will note though all the instruments sound different in those days, the organ is whiggier and the drumming is notably less professional, it’s the guitar playing that is really different. Syd Barret has achieved something a lot of people strive for and that is Internet Immortality. You can find “Piper” if you fish through for it looking in the website Download.com. Of course one wonders whether Syd after he died might be putting out solo L P’s or whether he’s still a part of the group. In our last blog we talked about the Beatles and I want to explain that. Many of you thought perhaps I was leaving the blog and going somewhere else entirely after that blog. No. I’m staying right where I am. It would be suicide that blog before I even get known. I dropped that hint about a key member leaving the Beatles. What happened as you know was that the fake John Lennon wanted to stay in the group and keep it together and nothing would have pleased him more than Paul’s suggestion that they go touring in disguise to small clubs. But not if he had to stay married to Yoco. His saying was “Et tu Yoco, then fall Beatles!” But in case you were wondering we weren’t even referring to the Beatles but another group that had lost its key member and then vanished from our consciousness, and that is when Jerry Garcia died the Grateful Dead died. It was the official long awaited death of the psychedelic movement ever since it has been hit by an oncoming Mac Truck in the wrong lane in the early seventies by the Nixon Adminestration and the Plumbers and Watergate machinations and all that. And then you’re supposed to start counting off time. (see Give Me Some Kind of Sign) Paul of course went on to put out a solo album or twenty and roomer has it he was going to assume another identity, Dirk Mc Quickly, in case the album bombed. (OK we just made that up)

Have you ever picked up a strong psychic vibe that turned out to be false? Back about ten years ago I was watching the financial program on KCET and Paul Kangis was hosting the program and I got the strong vibe that “That man died several years ago and he’s dead now and this is an old show” even though it was clearly a summary of that day’s market action. I wonder if Sylvia Brown ever gets vibes like that. Yesterday I picked up a certain vibe while watching a Jey Leno video about a 1975 Sazuki motorcycle he owned. This was a rather unusual Motorcycle in that it was the first mass marketed with a Wankle rotary engine. Of course Steve Hardy on the financial station which used to be channel 22 in those days, talked about Wankle engines a lot. Jay said that it was the only form of the internal combustion engine that was actually developed in the Twentieth Century! Anyhow it was the way that Jey described it ad a misfit and therefore something he wanted to own. You either loved it or you hated it and it either caused all sorts of problems, or else it ran perfectly. And it tended to run a little hot, like Syd Barret’s brain. But it was smooth. I happened to think that motorcycle reminds me a lot of Zachery. It was only marketed in the year 1975 and then dropped. We tried to market Zachery for years and finally dropped him. By the way if anybody tries to say I’m responsible for this blog I’ll deny it, Mark Felt “deepthroat” style. I’ll be like the Apostle Peter whose actions should be emulated after all he was both the first Pope and founder of the Faith, and also aspired to hold the position of Janis at the Gates of Heaven determining who makes it in, and who doesn’t.

Do you people remember that story we did in July 2004 originally. Yes, Sylvia the letters “Chicago” are forming in your mind. This story about “Death, Jim, but not as we know it” had an odd prophetic fulfillment- - but with an unexpected twist. Of course you know what they day don’t you, “You Can’t Get There From Here”.

Of course there are those in the Federation who say that Zachery was reincarnated as a woman. As you know, Dick and Robin gradually cut people out of the loop and by January of 1984 everybody I knew was “out of the loop” and Zachery was in essence no more. Not everyone in the Federation thought that Valerie S from Green Harbor was an incarnation of Zachery. A notable dissenter was Stewart Sutcliffe, who claimed to have known Zachery personally. Valerie S lived in Las Vegas for quite a number of years and had a vast variety of jobs. But she was into motorcycles and mechanics and into leather. She had flirtations with various drugs and had two illegitimate sons- - Dane and Dustin, I believe their names were. “Perfect Aryan German Specimines” as I once referred to them as. Chelsea Clinton won’t kiss and tell, but I will. But actually these boys should be proud of their mother. She’s lived a hard life and a colorful one, but they were always uppermost on her mind. Valerie always wore jeans. She never wore shorts, even on hot days. Of course she was a “Classic Rock” aficionado. But she liked to gossip. What was that song? “I love you, because you tell me things I want to know”. But there was something decidedly non feminine about the way Valerie moved. She was taller than average. Zachery was shorter than average, so maybe [he] was compensating. Valerie was a Taurus and amature astronomy buffs like to point out that Taurus the Bull was the enemy of Orion. She was born on May 3^rd. and was celebrating her twelfth birthday the day I attempted suicide in 1972. So now “Our Town” is prophetic. How do you “Walk In” to a pre existing life? But in early June of 2005 I made a list of predictions and one of them was “As a sign that the others will come true, Valerie will disappear before September 5^th. 2005 and never be heard from again”. This occurred. Another prediction on the list was the death of a notable evangelist. Would Jerry Folwell fill the bill, as someone people talked about? I guess maybe.

We’re going to get to “The Night Comes Down” but not in this file or blog, depending on which you have tuned into. Last night I woke before two. I seem to always do that on Wednesdays. But I had this dream. It was kind of a recurring dream I’ve had two or three times before. Like several of my dreams it had Pete Richards and Robin in it. So many of my dreams have these two paired together. Occasionally Dick, her husband puts in an appearance. There were all those Christians from “The Early Days” in this dream. But I had some special revelation based on some 3 D theater type movie I’d just seen on the Life of Christ. This movie you could actually walk through had secrets such as all the Jews were like Catholics in these robes saying Gregorian chants and had all that pomp and golf leaf Bibles. But there were secret prophecies and meanings of prophecies revealed in this dream I don’t remember now that kind of put the cruxifiction of Jesus in a whole new light. I had made a number of notes from the “movie” from which I intended to extrapolate a whole elaborate dialog script. But I kept switching glasses and had this other stack of notes I kept misplacing. And nobody else in the group seemed to care at all what I was doing and did not think it was important