Monday, November 7, 2011

Stand up Guy Seeks Stand Up Girl...



    


I’m in a good mood tonight . . . caught my ex-girlfriend’s new boyfriend on America’s Most Wanted.  The TV show that catches the really bad criminals that the police kinda lost track of.  He posted bail, said he’d be back — now we can’t find him anywhere although we didn’t really look.  If they take away all our TV shows for some religious right reason I hope they leave us this one.  I want to know if my new roommate is wanted for eating his old roommate . . . Don’t you?  Jim, the guy on America’s Most Wanted, looks just like . . . I’m going out for cigarettes.  You know who I feel sorry for?  The guy who plays the killer in the reenactments . . . Do you figure people mistake this guy for the real killer . . . I’m not a killer — I just play one on TV.  My head shot’s in my wallet officer . . . Poor guy was hoping to be signing autographs is doing fifteen to twenty . . . Bad career move.    Neighbors calling 911 — He lives next door and said he was an actor.  I just hope they don’t start profiling parking ticket offenders . . . 




I’m an idiot born to the TV generation.  In the trivial pursuit categories science, history, and geography I’m a moron . . . but a freaking genius in arts and entertainment . . . Growing up I never brought books home with me for fear it would remind Mom and Dad I was in school . . . I graduated in the lower 10% of my senior high school class.  One day they handed me this sheet of paper that said I was in the lower 10% which made me really mad . . . No one told me they were keeping track! So needless to say as well as I did in high school I had my pick of community colleges. 





Actually I went to a film school because I didn’t know how to read . . . My textbook was TV Guide and my final thesis, “Why didn’t they kill and eat Gilligan?”  The entrance exam to film school was one true or false question . . . The woman in the shower scene in Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho was Whoopee Goldberg...I aced it.  




So after college I took my screenplays out west young man to LA and was surprised to find out I wasn’t the only one . . . I got involved in the industry . . . the restaurant industry . . . serving important movie moguls . . . fresh manuscript . . . I went into one producer’s office who ran around the room shouting give Klute, give me Deliverance, give me Gremlins . . . I went home and wrote a story about 5 furry little creatures on a canoe trip with Jane Fonda . . . And they can’t get wet.  The producer loved it!  





I tried to get him to read a western at the time and he said No Dust Pictures.  Tell me there is a chase scene?  I said yes.  He said, “Do the horses crash to the ground?”  I said yes there is a scene like that.  He said, “Tell me, do the cowboys get up and run from the horse just as the horse explodes?”  His point was well taken. . .  Then I went into the Nepetism talent agency, filled out a questionnaire that asked it there was a chance that my mother could have at some point in her life been impregnated by Kirk Douglas, Martin Sheen or Lloyd Bridges?  




They asked me point blank who I was related to and I told them Lenny Gere?  All you people know this guy.  He was the guy in Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds in the farmhouse with his eyes pecked out. . .  He was also the guy with birds pecking at his head when she was in the phone booth when the birds were attacking town. . . They were about to throw me out of the office when I don’t know what came over me but I decided to lie.  I told them I was Harrison Ford’s son. . .  There were much nicer after that, getting me soft drinks, comfortable chairs, and rubbing me all over. . .  I was about to sign a contract when my luck — Harrison Ford came walking through the office and they go, “Harrison your son’s here.”  He turned and looked at me like he was turning to the camera in every Indiana Jones movie ever made.  A blood test later, I was out the door.  Hollywood better be careful if they keep things too much in the family. . .  One of these days all the stars will be wearing straw hats and overalls.  (Deliverance music) Uncle Gramma will you produce my screenplay?  Hollywood Appalachians... Instead of stills they make meth...



 You know I don’t like to poke fun of heavy-set people especially if they are willing to keep their clothes on, but the other day I’m at the beach when Mr. and Mrs. Seacow beach themselves next to me. . . Talk about sun block. . . Then they started putting some kind of suntan ointment on with a paint roller lifting up each other’s flab rolls. . .  Like the sun even wants to get in there.

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2 comments:

  1. The following is something I wrote a year ago on the Ben Fulford blog... Sometimes I capture a feeling in a way that is pointless to try and recapture again. This blog as it fills the screen will become a mosaic of facts, feelings and actions that correlate to me personally, each other and the world... It is a work in progress... Not one of these posts will be complete until I am gone and God declares it done. I will return to rework a sentence or change my mind for I am open to the idea I was misled...

    Most people don't understand what a targeted individual is but go ahead and google it. When an activist gets too close to the truth or shares it, the bad guys employ creepy tactics to destroy a person. I set out to make their attack on me backfire. God I love revenge...lol...kidding... however I am starting to see the fruits of my labor pay off in handcuffs on these satanic pedophiles and murderers... and I contributed only because many good truth tellers and whistleblowers gave their lives.... They all knew that to live in a satanic order was worse than death and gave theirs for you...

    So man and woman up-- and carry their baton. We are about to take them all down and heal this world.
    November 2011

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  2. November 2010

    To be perfectly clear why I am here…It began with the hopefulness of Benjamin Fulford’s messages….Seemed to me a power structure like Asian secret societies might actually be able to force the elite to negotiation and perhaps surrender….

    However, how can one blindly trust an Asian power to be of the best interest to humanity…after all one only has to look at human rights violations from Chairman Mao and such, organ harvesting…etc. to seriously wonder…

    When the world goes to war…Tribes are umbrellas….blacks will trust blacks…Asians will trust Asians….Whites will trust Whites….etc.

    I have always been half awake…I first included New World Order references in an animated kids show I did in 1992 and had on public access…however, back then I was a lefty blaming the right…Ironically GB’s regime and 911 woke me up to left and right working together...

    I can read my writing from around 2004 and I was awake to the false left right paradigm but still blaming the right more than the left…now I see it clearly as the upper half of the pyramid….the satanists and luciferians…

    I have always alternated between creative approaches to make points…humor…straight on anger…surreal….etc.

    I was heavily stalked after pushing flyers about 911 and especially the things regarding the Franklin coverup and more…I have been drugged, shot at, and other creepy attempts to undo me….a very suspicious car accident…people trying hard to get me to get into vehicles with them. I have had all sorts of business related/employment opportunity ruined within hours…

    My son was jumped and beaten to a pulp the weekend my Alex Jones Money Bomb video was number 3 on youtube over night…I had to bring him back to life with CPR…

    I truthfully believe the satanists have been behind many horrid attacks on my world and luring my son into highly inadvisable things…I too wandered down a few wrong paths as a result of needing money to survive…medical marijuana being one which led to a gambling addiction because I made some money at first and I was able to shut out the demons in a casino…even though the casino itself was the fires of hell…(don't be surprised to see me in them still.... It is my addiction of choice...)

    One year clean... (too broke)

    I finally made my final mistake which I knew was coming and now suffice to say I need a miracle…

    My real spirit is that of an artist, I used to be a comedian, as a screenwriter I have been taken out to lunch at Universal studios, had A list actors almost make my film….so close and yet so far…

    But I love creating and entertaining, making people laugh, think, writing music... all Gods generosity to me... Gifts I am compelled to share... to use to condemn lies and out truth...to show people humility is key...why hide flaws... use them to teach...

    And it isn't about me it is about each one of us putting our lives on a pedestal to proclaim our individual power to be leaders... innovators... team players or a team of one... To be a product and a service to humanity governed not by a human law but a spiritual one...

    I am not great but God and life is and that is the message I am trying to find every form conceivable to convey... This blog is one way... I do have to thank those in Silicon Valley for giving me so many tools...

    Let's all use them for the good of humanity...all of humanity-- not just some...

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