1. Now that we got us a Gal Fight going on in New Jersey to distract us from how CRISPIE Gov. Chris actually is, the FIRST thing about it lends credence to the Republican side (unfortunately – I MUST let my pro-Democrats prejudice show in THIS state – not that they aren’t corrupt as hell too – it being New Jersey, a state I lived in or next to for 13 years of my life, and of course my on-again/off again friends, the Sinatras hail from Hoboken): NO serious person keeps a journal in a small spiral bound notebook – USING THREE LINES for a line of giant writing – unless they expect to die right soon.
Now if Mayor Long Face is simply eccentric in doing this, she will have plenty of other such notebooks to show her peculiar ways are just that. But Miss Blond-Cute 1984 Catholic High School acted the TOTAL CROOK this morning in her statement at MLK Day festivities – not only being SUPER OVER DRAMATIC in her delivery (truth and actual facts don’t need DRAMA – they stand on their own), she perfectly implanted some things Republican Strategists are so big on, the most obvious of them being the mention that Long Face had gone to MSNBC, the current (and perhaps partially deserved), butt of Republican RANTS against the Press.
For NOW, I wouldn’t feel confident to call this – except that New Jersey is certainly PROVING what a corrupt state it is.
2. One of those two emails I wrote about yesterday had me MAD AS HELL last night – until I got a better understanding. It was NOT the communication with Claude Cadillihopper (previously Falconer de St. Just). It had become clear to me that he lives in his isolated world and likes to spend his money on eccentric notions. I think the case could easily be made that he has lost touch with important parts of REALITY, and indeed (without breaking my promise not to tell EXACTLY what he told me yesterday), I CAN SAY that his apartment is often what might be called a RODENT FEST. Bully for him.
But he is NOT harmful to anyone, so NO ONE has a right to commit him. I just am speechless over his absolute lack of appreciation for what I have been through – and after two or three days of blogging ABSOLUTE TRIUMPH (moral, Constitutional), in my postings about all the Court decisions that will make it so easy for me to SUE certain people and governmental entities, he could NOT CARE LESS!!!
3. To get to the other email from Dagwood, I must first write a bit about Alcoholics Anonymous. When Bill Wilson was formulating his theories, he was in the same crowd that founded Science of Mind (aka Religious Science – MY chief place to study Metaphysics), Christian Science (no one seems able to explain why Mrs. Eddy decided everything is God – EXCEPT medicine, or why she got so hung up on Jesus – but she STARTED her writing in Wilmington, NC and her husband is buried in St. James Episcopal’s bone yard), but AA was founded on the same scientific ideas of how God and Reality work. Later, Christians changed all the reading matter to be Christian (without really mentioning Jesus), and substituted language to DEFEAT recovering ANYBODIES. “Do” became “Try” – and of course to TRY to do a thing is NOT A COMMITMENT – everyone TRIES all the time!!!
In 1990, part of my sentence for trying to disclose all the drugs flowing in and out of Stone Mountain Park, was enhanced Probation, which did NOT allow me to drink alcohol although that had never been claimed had been a problem for me – and I had to remain in my house 7 PM – 7 AM, subject to frequent 1:00 AM banging at my door by Enforcement Officers to breathalyze me and be certain I was home. So Dad suggested I join AA just to get out of the house later (and of course Probation gave me this permission), and have SOME society – which I did and for a year.
I learned then, and have learned much later that this is even more true, is that in the USA, AA is where to go to get drugs; NA where to go to get sex – NOT for all, but for a very large group. And my father who lived in my house while I spent those 15 weeks in Dekalb County, Georgia jail – and stayed on another half year with me as well, did lots of business with Drug Trash in AA (Dad and I always went to different meetings), and Lee Gosney now of www.pentagon-usa.com who later traveled the USA – especially Wilmington, NC and Maine where he did business with my now-slain friend Evan Fish, was another PROMINENT member of that AA group.
So if you are in CRISIS, AA will help you NOW, but after the crisis, seek out some other similar agency – and DON’T pay much without a serious investigation of the org. I mean this for the USA, only, as far as I know.
But back to Dagwood, who had a long battle with alcohol in the PAST. I received two emails of apology/explanation for his earlier email BEFORE I posted my last, but after it was written, and I should mention that he was NOT as petty as he came off because he had REALLY wanted help getting a GBI (Georgia FBI), agent off his ASS and I did not want to make that public in case that ENFLAMED the GBI agent, should he read it. Then I learned that his troubles with the GBI were LONG AGO HISTORY, and he must have been in what AA calls “stinkin’ alcohol thinkin’” or sittin’ on his PITY POT, now, while in a time of difficult transition – which when it happens to a reformed drinker is called being a “Dry Drunk” – it is just part of the “addiction psychosis”.
I have done as much and most recently when I threw so much out my windows (ON too much alcohol), and tore the gate moorings out of the concrete wall, last summer.
I trust that Dagwood will reflect on all this and GROW SUBSTANTIALLY for having had the experience.
Marc LaFont like when I dated him – his Meth-Rotted teeth had already been fixed.
4. With all these growing concerns about security at the Sochi Olympics, I would just like to REMIND my readers that SERENDIPITY will save those deserving to be saved – like it did ME at the Atlanta 1996 Olympics. And it is funny that I didn’t even know the fate I had escaped until at least 1.5 years later, when walking around the transformed-into-a-park site, and although I realized that I always knew I had been NEAR the bomb but had walked off a couple of minutes before it exploded after being in one place for about two hours – then researching the event very specifically, realized that my then boyfriend and I had been CLOSEST to it – about five feet away.
Now there is NO PROOF that it had been planted to not only cause terror but to take me out for my mother as well, and if that is TRUE, they were willing to sacrifice my boyfriend Marc LaFont, who was not only a big METH HEAD then (unbeknownst to me until much later and his behaviors always PERFECTLY FIT that), and major dealer, but ALSO had bought the house on South Broadway in Santa Ana whose back gate connected to my cousin Janet “Jan” (Meyer) Opperman on Birch Street, Jan then living with her JEWISH husband, Kim Opperman, and in fact their child Andrea was born there.
But they had cleared out shortly before Marc contacted me via AOL to say that “Someone placed a note on my desk that I should date YOU,” and then proceeded to woo me. There is TONS about this in my old blog, http://scottkenan.blogspot.mx .
Marc LaFont a couple of years after we stopped dating in 1997. This was sent by one of Marc’s grade school friends to show the work he had done to manly-ize his chin and jaw – but she claims he’s gotten MORE work done since this.
But SO MUCH was weird about those Olympics – including the initial investigation into the bombing, when a poor fat slob was claimed to be the bomber, and the CIA-LED press (CNN most aggressively), DESTROYED that rather sorry, innocent man’s life so COMPLETELY, that within a year or so he committed suicide, despite his exoneration and someone ELSE being charged.
And then while living in Wilmington, North Carolina in fall of 2011, the best friend of Robert Arnold Trahan (whose name has been PURGED from County Jail records the last few months – although I’ve published at least ONE of his jail-intake mug-shots), called “Jersey” due to his being from there and having actually butchered some beef for President Nixon there) – actually named Michael Keogh (likely now dead due to his VERY BAD COPD, last I saw him), introduced me to HIS best friend called Scully (Skully???), who rode all around town in his old red Jeep Wagoneer wagon, mostly gyping homeless people of what little they might have.
One of Jersey’s MUG SHOTS from intake at New Hanover County Detention Center
Scully was around for about six weeks – until he STOLE Jersey’s one GOOD POSSESSION, a large old book filled with engravings that he planned to sell to a framer to take apart and make a fortune off the framed prints. But before that, Scully was uncommonly kind to me, only, told me he had been in charge of the CIA’s operation at the Atlanta Olympics, watching it all from the roof of a nearby building.
I believe he felt a little GUILTY about the bombing, but google in my old blog for all the details.
AND I DO actually now have, still, the phone numbers of both Jersey’s brother, a very successful investment banker or such (and I HAVE spoken with him in the past) – as well as Robbie Trahan’s SISTER, Denise, who runs blackjack tables at a Native American Casino in Oklahoma, right across the border from Texas, where she and, later, Robbie lived. Readers will recall how EXCITED Robbie was to email be about his winnings -- typically as much as $23,000.00 USD nightly in her casino after moving there!!!
>>> DER BOTTOM LINE:
Don’t you agree with me that my story would make a great TV mini-series – or even the most SUPER “Reality Show” EVER???
Scott
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