Saturday, May 28, 2016

RP: What a BUST (the MYSTERIOUS Certified Letter)!!! / Stephen Linkous Proves He's a PLAYER -- and SO MUCH MORE!!!

RE-PRINTED from here: http://theweathercontinues.blogspot.com/2016/05/what-bust-mysterious-certified-letter.html

 CHOCK FULL OF CIA/NSA HACKS to my FORMATTING, best to hit the ABOVE LINK to read this one!!!



15 hrs near New York, NY

Celebrating 1979 Memorial Day with Bob Hope & Co. on the deck of the USS INTREPID in NYC performing "In the Navy" for one of his USO Specials.

YES!!!


Scott Kenan shared a link.
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Anonymous Hacks IRS Database – Publishes Trump’s Tax Returns
Between his shocking tax rate and his bizarre itemized deductions this will surely add to the ever increasing questions as to his suitability to be president.
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Scott Kenan From Jack Riggs: "So I really don't believe in hackers doing this, but since Trump wrote off 3.8 million for anal bleaching as an 'IMAGE ISSUE':

I think this article is worth sharing!"
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Michael Burzan
May 26 at 5:43pm
Unstoppable ...


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Includes the tour of both the NEW and OLD Factories that Andy Warhol gave to Tennessee Williams's life-long friend Jane Smith, life-long PROBLEM -- even AFTER death -- Maria St. Just-nee-Britneva, her daughter Pulcharia (then engaged to the architect of the NEW Factory), a six-foot Romanian Princess, and six-foot-eleven ME!!!

While I'm at it, might as well paste in Maria's obituary:

Maria, fully came into ownership of both the Grenfell Bank (now part of Deutche Bank), and Wilbury, the second oldest Palladian Home in England, in 1984, when Peter Grenfell, the Lord St. Just, died.


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morgan,_Grenfell_%26_Co.

Obituary: Maria St Just: http://www.independent.co.uk/news/people/obituary-maria-st-just-1396383.html






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Maria Britneva, actress: born Petrograd 2 July 1921; married 1956 Peter Grenfell, second Lord St Just (died 1984; two daughters); died London 15 February 1994.
MARIA St JUST never revealed her age. That, together with her expensive clothes, her elegant maquillage, and her fiery indomitability, made her recent death all the more startling. It was only this Christmas, as we were completing a stage adaptation together of her book Five O'Clock Angel (1990), that her arthritis became so crippling that I had to carry her from room to room.
What is certain is that her family fled St Petersburg after the 1917 revolution. Her father, who had been court physician at Tsarskoe Seloe, was murdered in the later Soviet purges. Her mother brought her up in Hammersmith on meagre earnings as a translator of Chekhov for John Gielgud's company of actors.
As a child, Maria learnt ballet under Tamara Karsavina, and danced at Covent Garden. 'The little grasshopper' could jump higher than the rest. But the malnourishment she had endured in Russia, and her tiny build, put paid to an adult career. Instead, Gielgud found her work as an assistant stage manager and understudy. It was at his house that she met Tennessee Williams.
They developed a deep amitie amoureuse. Indeed, Britneva fell in love with the playwright, and for a while denied his homosexuality to herself. Thereafter, she invented a role as his confidante, sister-
substitute, and organiser of his chaotic domestic affairs. She jealously dispatched her rivals in his affections - ridiculing the playwright Carson McCullers, enraging the actress Tallulah Bankhead, and concocting private jokes at the expense of Audrey Wood, Williams's agent.
He in turn responded to her mordantly cruel wit. She was, he said, 'an archetype, a symbol of the rebellious spirit at bay'. He valued her capacity to make him laugh, her loyalty and her honesty. 'Maria', said a friend, 'would give him the truth unedited.'
Always vulnerable to sycophants, he needed that. He swung parts for her in his plays: amongst others, Miss Alma in Summer and Smoke, and Blanche in A Streetcar Named Desire, which won her critical acclaim. Whether her career would have proceeded much further without him is open to question. Her enduring memorial is his depiction of her unique spirit in the character of Maggie the Cat, in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (1955).
To quote Maggie: 'You can be young without money, but you can't be old without it.' Maria Britneva married in 1956 the second and last Lord St Just, heir to a banking fortune and to Wilbury Park, a beautiful Palladian mansion in Wiltshire. The Tartar had her estates once more. She ruled both as chatelaine and as mother to her two fiercely loved daughters with terrifying autocracy. Tennessee Williams depicted that too; the Countess, in This Is, is a hilarious portrait of her.
It was while incarcerated there, editing Tennessee's letters to her, that I had the temerity to try to escape. Maria had pulled all the telephone wires out of the wall, and I needed to make an urgent call. In doing so, I gashed my leg, and returned to find gatekeepers and dogs coming up the drive after me, urged on by their mistress. But on seeing that I was badly hurt, Maria howled with laughter, declaring that it was God's punishment. From then on, we became firm friends.
Ruth Prawer Jhabvala, hearing the story, murmured that she liked the sound of Maria. 'How can you?' somebody remonstrated. 'It's monstrous.' 'Writers feast on people like that,' Ruth answered.
Tennessee Williams astounded the theatrical world by making Maria St Just his literary executrix. She vindicated his trust completely. Too rich to care about money, she was concerned only for the integrity of the performances which she was empowered to authorise. There hasn't been a dud since his death in 1983; and that his reputation is now restored is thanks to her. (Only this LAST paragraph is all but TOTALLY LIES.)

>>> TO GET ON WITH THINGS:

1. The Certified Letter proved only to be a SECOND copy of the "TERMINATION LETTER" -- YES, another photo-copied thing listing NO doctor's or other person's name AT ALL -- other than mine (correctly spelled).

I guess that HATEFUL CHRISTIAN BITCH, Taylor (not my niece), represents the BEST of them, there, and they wanted to DRIVE HOME with a Certified Letter how PROUD they are of their HATRED!!! 

2. On my way to the Post Office, I stopped by the annual Orange Street Arts Festival:

This, immediately after it opened, crowds soon grew quickly.

 Most notable to ME, is that TWO very hunky married men who were exhibiting with their wives -- whom I in NO WAY recognized -- not only accepted my "manly compliments" (verbal, only), but said they had HEARD ALL ABOUT ME!!!

And my campaign to EXPOSE the Narco-Trafficking and White Supremacy of my Kenan Family -- in association with nearly EVERY Elected Politician or Party Official of BOTH PARTIES in Wilmington, especially, but North Carolina as well.

I do NOT trust EITHER Roy Cooper (Democratic candidate for Governor -- current Attorney General for the State who prosecuted NO REAL drug criminals), or Deborah Ross (Democratic candidate for US Senator). Although I will HAVE TO VOTE FOR THEM.
I will NOT vote for narco-trafficking Hillary Clinton under ANY circumstances!!!


3. THIS is what I'm getting ALL OVER TOWN, but what was so much FUN about my Nuclear Stress Test the other day, was that NOT ONLY THE STAFF, but all the ten or so people ALSO having Stress Tests and generally ten to twenty years OLDER THAN MY 64 YEARS, were PRACTICING CHRISTIANS (most, lifelong Southern Baptists), and they ALL agreed that Wilmington is CHOCK FULL of FAKE CHRISTIANS -- and if you think MY language in this blog is sometimes SHOCKING, it was the WOMEN "Holy Rollers" who were TOTALLY COMFORTABLE with both irreverent and prurient language -- using MORE THAN ME!!!
Yes, two even discussed their "pussies".

4. Things are CONTINUING to be FUN with Stephen Linkous, first blogged about here: http://theweathercontinues.blogspot.com/2016/05/holy-holy-holy-christians-admit-they.html.

The FUNNY THING is that both Stephen's friends Bobby Hamill and Daniel English quickly BLOCKED ME -- but Mr. Linkous (whose Facebook Photos -- open for ALL to see -- are SUPER HOT), has TAKEN THE BAIT!!!:

Without his "Bad Hairday" hat, we see Mr. Linkous is OLDER than I had expected.








 Scott





Scott Kenan shared The Idealist's photo.
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Well, my Cardiologist in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico told me -- EMPHATICALLY -- that for MY heart, I must have at least THREE alcoholic drinks per day for my heart's HEALTH. Salvador Valdes Valenzuela clearly must NOT be of Mexican descent!!! 

Only US Christians rail against alcohol like this. In Muslim countries alcohol's health benefits are COMPLETELY DENIED. In virtually ALL other countries, THREE per adult male and TWO for adult female are suggested for greater health. 

The US allowed GOD-HATING CHRISTIANS to REDUCE that by one, each.
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Scott Kenan Also, ONE cigarette per day wouldn't harm ANYONE (not asthmatic or similar!!! And "loving" someone who doesn't love you back is NOT Love, it's FOOLISHNESS!!!
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