Saturday, December 03, 2005

Fw: [IPCUSA] Teddy Kennedy and Nelson Rockefeller held my Sister as Sex Slave! File Under: Research Material

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Subject: [IPCUSA] Teddy Kennedy and Nelson Rockefeller held my Sister as Sex

> Teddy Kennedy and Nelson Rockefeller held my Sister as Sex Slave!
> Saturday, December 03, 2005
> [Note: Just to be clear--Barbara Hartwell is a prime candidate for
> the Hoo-Hoo Hotel, and who should receive the first bed available and
> free of charge. Here is the latest 'net find in her ongoing
> psychological saga]:
> Note from Barbara Hartwell:
> {This was} written by my sister, Irene Adrian. I have edited only for
> clarity and paragraph structure. The words are her own. Althougn I
> have no direct knowledge of the events she describes, to the best of
> my understanding, the chronology is accurate. I was in Omaha,
> Nebraska, living at my sister's home, at the time of my sister's trip
> to Mexico. I have heard bits and pieces of the story she tells here,
> over the years; but this is the first time the story has been relayed
> to me in it's entirety.
> I should also say that I have always known my sister Irene to be a
> truthful person and so I believe that the events she describes here
> are actual events, which she has related to the best of her memory
> and knowledge.
> The man using the pseudonym 'David' is Ted Kennedy. 'Henry' is Nelson
> Rockefeller. 'Mary' is Susan Ford (aka Brice Taylor, author of
> Starshine and Thanks for the Memories). [emphasis added]
> For the first public commentary ever written about Irene, a survivor
> and present victim of the CIA MK Ultra program please see this
> article on my website:
> [Note: Site no longer in commission; Recovered from Google's
> /articles/babs/caseofireneadrian.htm]
> In order to be fair and in the interest of discovering the whole
> truth, I wish to say to anyone who reads this that I am mostly
> persuaded that Ted Kennedy is, in fact, himself a victim of the CIA
> and other mind control perpetrators. His behaviour, attitude, and
> general demeanor were that of a man coerced somehow and resigned to
> doing what he had to. I don't think he volunteered for this. I know
> this is a subjective opinion and maybe I'm completely wrong. I cannot
> say this of any other individual I have encountered in my mind
> control travels.
> ________________________________________________________
> The Mexican Horror
> by Irene Adrian Winter of 1974, early 1975: I was twenty one years
> old. I was living in Omaha, Nebraska. I worked part-time as a
> cocktail waitress in a place on 72nd St. called the Brook Park
> Lounge.
> One evening a group of about 6 men came in and sat in the very back
> of the lounge, in the darkest corner alcove, at a large round table.
> It was rare that anyone ever sat there. I took their orders and
> served their drinks. I noticed that many of the people already in the
> lounge when the group of men arrived appeared to be awed by the
> presence of one of the men. I had no idea who any of them were. (You
> have to understand that I had rarely, if ever, read a newspaper,
> watched TV news; never considered politics to be relevant to my
> life.)
> After they had been there a while and had several rounds of drinks,
> the bartender, Margie, approached me, pulled me aside, and told me
> that David, a lawyer in the group of men, wanted me to take a trip to
> Mexico with him. I was surprised and a bit perplexed at this. She
> took me over to the table and introduced me to him. I knew
> immediately, of course, that I certainly did not want to go Mexico
> with this stranger. At the same time my heart sank because I also
> knew that I would have to go. This is very difficult to explain if
> you have not been under mind control. Somehow, it was all quickly
> arranged down to time off work for me with the permission of my boss,
> John, the owner of the Brook Park Lounge.
> At this time I was living with a boyfriend, and my sister Barbara was
> visiting us. Barbara went shopping with me to buy a bathing suit, I
> had been specifically instructed to bring a bathing suit and my
> original birth certificate. Also I was specifically instructed not to
> bring a camera. I have no recollection of what my boyfriend thought
> of my suddenly going to Mexico with a strange man. I don't even
> recall discussing it with him, but Barbara says she remembers him
> being very upset...
> [complete article here:
> name=News&file=article&sid=2745]
> [Those interested in tossing in their $.02 about Barbara Hartwell,
> can do so here:
> | Review: Suchu returns in top form File Under: YAY!

Suchu returns in top form:

The dancers' sustained pauses, hold-your-breath balances and tightly wound interrupted phrases were all glorious to watch, but the action didn't really get going until the table and chairs entered the scene.

I can not wait to see this show!

The only downside to doing Envy is only getting to see this Suchu show once, on closing night.

Friday, December 02, 2005

Why I like Patton Oswalt.

Before the interview I got into a Sour Look Fight with these two old biddies. Here’s why. The manager put on this “Classic Tunes No One Wants to Listen To, Ever, Only They’re Played by Meth Addicts on Toy Instruments and Mop Buckets”. And one of them is the “Wedding March”. No, really. The fucking “Wedding March”, which people don’t even play at weddings anymore. Imagine listening to it while you’re trying to read NEW AVENGERS. I ask you. So I beg the guy -- his name’s Nelson, and he’s really cool -- if he could maybe put on, you know, ANYTHING except the “Wedding March”. So he puts on Enya, which, compared to the “Wedding March”, is like trading being punched for being yelled at. And these two biddies near the window call the poor bastard over, and I hear, “Is THAT a regular customer?” And Nelson says, well, yeah, he comes in every Wednesday. And they look over at me -- this dumpy, mental patient-looking dude with a pile of comics in front of him and a pot of Assam -- and I guess they decide they don’t want to be followed home and skinned, but they give me these sour, old biddie looks which I’m sure shaved three years off my life. That’s right, you little alternative edge-walkers: I stared down two spinsters at a tea room while reading comics. Who wants to have a push-up contest?”]

I think I've read more interviews with him than I've actually heard or seen his stand up...
but just reading this interview...
well, it cheers me up.

Found via Warren Ellis (I think...)

Can we say that Republican is just a synonym for criminal yet?

Justice Department lawyers concluded that the landmark Texas congressional redistricting plan spearheaded by Rep. Tom DeLay (R) violated the Voting Rights Act, according to a previously undisclosed memo obtained by The Washington Post. But senior officials overruled them and approved the plan.

BIll O'Reilly is still a moron....

Read it here:

Christmas, all right? Federal holiday, everybody gets off, no mail delivered, everybody shuts down. Federal holiday. Why is it there? To honor a philosopher, Jesus. Whose philosophy was part of the foundation of our country. All of this is indisputable. Can't dispute it. OK? A man was born, his name is Jesus, he had a philosophy, the philosophy was incorporated by the Founding Fathers to make up the United States of America, U.S. Grant signs into law the holiday, Christmas.

O.k. maybe I'm wrong, but wasn't Jesus the one responsible for throwing the money changers out of the temple? If the founding fathers had incorporated Jesus' philosophy into our constitution wouldn't we be communist, or at least socialist? I'm pretty sure he believed in healing the sick and caring for the poor. These were not on our the minds of our wealthy land-owning founding fathers when they wrote the constitution...



Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Envy the Cockroach - COME FRIDAY!

If yr considering seeing the show we could really use ya there Friday night...
"We have a producer from “The Front Row,” radio show on KUHF, coming to see the show on Friday...  If you have anyone who might want to see the show and can come that day, please see if you can talk them into it."
so that's what I'm doing...
if it's finances keeping you away holler at me and we'll take care of ya...
here's the details on the show...

Envy the Cockroach
Runs:Nov. 11th-Dec.10th(see below for exact dates)
written & directed by Bob Morgan

"You sit on your cold, steel mattress-less bunk and watch a cockroach
crawl out from under the filthy commode, and you don't kill it. You
envy the roach as you watch it crawl out under the cell door."
-Johnny Cash

From 1990 to 2001, the female prisoner population has more than doubled from 44,065 to 94,336. One third of these women reported having a parent or guardian who abused alcohol or drugs. 57% of women in state prisons reported ...

...that they were physically and/or sexually assaulted at some point in their lives. Female inmates who had been abuse victims were more likely to be imprisoned for a violent offense.

As maximum security prisoners at Oakdale Reformatory for Women, Kaitlyn, Zoe, & Jolene contribute to these statistics, but all three are much more than just numbers. Each has a voice and wants to be heard. As they share the stories of their lives and crimes, the crucial role environment played in directing the life path they chose becomes painfully apparent. What would they have become if not subjected to abuse, denigration, and even oppressive protectiveness and love? With the help of their therapist Dr. Fiore, all three women attempt to understand how easily and unwittingly they became a product of their environment and how to accept the horrific crimes they committed.

Mark Carrier, Jennifer Decker, Elizabeth Seabolt, Mike Switzer, Anne Zimmerman

Fridays, Saturdays
November 11, 12, 15, 18 & 19th
December 2,3,6,9 and 10
PAY WHAT YOU CAN on Tuesdays Nov. 15th and December 6

All reg. shows at 8:00 pm
1719 Live Oak #E

For reservations or information

or call 832-283-0858

I bet sometimes even the three stooges laugh at noam chomsky

"Think of me as Chomsky with dick jokes." (Bill Hicks, American comedian, 1961-1994)

Bill Hicks gave us the truth
about as much as we could handle
and you know what?

he was funny.

you wanna be a prophet?
go ahead.
see where that gets ya.

You wann a be a prophet
people actually listen to
then your prophecy better end
with a punchline

or maybe
you could breathe fire
or something

Bill O'Reilly's War on Christmas

Put your O'Reilly Holiday Ornament on your Holiday Tree.
Happy Holidays!

freakin' moron.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

I bet sometimes even Noam Chomsky laughs at The Three Stooges

Is truth the only valid purpose of art?
theater in particular?
Well, what is truth?
I'm pretty sure theater ain't about
mathematical truth,
or even logical truths,
or just simple statements of fact.
The truth about the human condition?
Two words: We're fucked.
Yeah. Great play.
Look, I'm not saying
don't pursue this truth thing
if that's your bag.
go for it.
rock on.
but even the greatest warrior for truth
needs to salve his wounds now and again,
and who says sometimes the truth can't be light?
or silly?
I've seen a platypus.
that is true,
and silly.
I say life's too short
to spit on folks who
are doing it
really out there doing it
even if they ain't doing it
to your satisfaction
I reckon there's some who'd
say "life's too short not to spit
on those creative types who ain't
doing the real job of an artist.
ya know, truth."
Maybe they're right
Maybe I'm wrong
I sure as shit don't know nothin'
only proper thing I learned in college
is that I don't know nothin'
but look, even if you speak the truth,
even if you could,
I don't think it'd make ya any less likely
to be misunderstood...

I'm gonna try to sleep now.



I am so self-involved
all I can write is

I am impatient
and I do not know
the value
of hard work

I am an only child
who has spent more
of his adult life
out of relationships
not in them

I am capable
of great deception

I am so self-involved

I am so self-involved

I am so self-involved

what about you?

Monday, November 28, 2005

The morning after the weekend before

Reading about hangovers is better than having them:

It's the taste of stale booze and nicotine and acetaldehyde and whatever this filth is on your tongue. It's the taste of ashtrays swilled out with morning-after dregs - which you don't recall drinking but you couldn't swear.

two quick ones


A hearty to whatever
to whatever I deserve
and a fuck yeah
to what I want

sorry it's just how I feel

I'm sure yr right
and the responsible road
is the one to go down,
but doesn't that shortcut
look nice?


When the last time
catches you by surprise
you find yourself thinking
"if I'd only knew
I would've spent
more time here,
more time there.
I would've
at least
took off
her socks.
I would've
at least
one last
long look"
When the last time
catches you by surprise.

Sunday, November 27, 2005


today has been
the kind of day
that life
is all about

all highs
and lows

hoos from ya to boo


first full TDU practice in a long time happening,
uh, right now...

rock on.