The following is a list of people who I believe have been murdered by the CIA and had the story covered up to look like an accident, an civilian murderer was responsible, or a illness.
*I'll keep expanding this blog daily because I am lazy (the CIA has no cause to murder me) and to me, this is very important.
1.) Let's start with a shocker. JOHN LENNON of Beatles fame. John Lennon pissed off the CIA so badly in his time with his anti-war message, that a documentary was made about him vs. the government.
2.) The obvious. ABBY HOFFMAN. Abby Hoffman spoke out for years about how the government kills people then says it was suicide, then he supposedly committed suicide. He was killed exactly how he preached he would be, in time.
3.) They can't take a joke. BILL HICKS. Died at 32 of a rare cancer that was excruciating painful and took his speech. If you see some of his stand up; particularly about Barbra Bush's private parts, "it seems so plausible".
4.) Even a Monk. THOMAS MERTON. He wrote over 70 books and many where anti-war. He died supposedly stepping out of his bathtub and touching an electrical object.
Okay, time to get all the info that supports my belief that these people were killed. This all started for me when I heard that the CIA used the tip of an umbrella, poisoned with some rare sea creature's poison on the tip, and tapped a Russian official, who instantly had a heart attack. I'll get back to this blog with more information.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
The Authorities
Maybe it's because for the last week I've had to purge a story out on paper. Lately I've been selling my soul to get this position as a creative writer, in my new home of Orange County...
*How is my progress on the story? You can always just run away and drink lots of wine and forget about it,
...but I have been thinking about what it means to be an authority. Because an authority-the company hired editors- get to tell me whether my one story is good enough to make the grade. Who,
other then the literary community, wants to read a novel about childhood innocents through the eyes of an adult? This one story has been percolating in my mind for two decades now. The Recess Chronicles. It's my one story to tell. My humble opinion is that, if I stop running away and drinking wine and actually finish the story, it will be universally loved. But some editor, whose opinions and life path are probably totally different from mine, can say they just don't care about the themes.
I'm in life to learn, so in my stories, themes and dissecting characters are paramount.
Jump to what's in my brain on a Saturday at 3:30 in the morning. Now I would love to take a long leisurely walk on the beach at night with a martini in one hand, in my birthday suit. And if my family- my only viewers- were not to read this blog I'd add a lot more on what I would like to do...but can't. And why can't I? The police prohibit me from being spontaneous tonight. Having the time of my life at any given second. They are taking away my god given freedom.
Now, I'm not one of these people who are punk rock and say the police are oppressing us. Many laws are there to protect us. And fuck you who say otherwise. My point is that, I don't have any respect for anyone who takes a piece of my freedom from me when my actions are harmless.
We live in a society that is not civilized. I am one who believes that people are innately selfish. I've seen people go against their impulses and do the opposite: devote their lives to helping others. But we all struggle so much in the world I know, there is no time to open your hearts to others. Oh, and the ego. Even me. But I've done the opposite for the sole purpose of losing myself in love. We need protectors. All my anarchist friends would say that in a perfect world we would govern ourselves. Well it has not happened yet, and the best theories on paper never stand up to the human quest for power. Read some history books, then get back to me with your idealism.
But damn it, why can't we be a more confident human race who will let me run naked on the beach with a martini in my hand? Why can't I go 7 miles over the speed limit without paying a huge traffic ticket? And oh those spiders love to catch a 'speeding' fly! Who are these people who are granted power to constrict us?
What about the time I first moved to Redding, California, at 20 years of age. I was jogging in the park, and came across a rail road track...
SIDE NOTE: The worst people I have ever known are the train hoppers from Redding. But that is neither here nor there (hey if Vonnegut can write like this so can I).
...and I saw some beautiful graffiti along an overpass of a highway. To see this graffiti up close you had to walk over the rail road tracks a few yards or so. All I was 'up to' was looking at some artwork. Viewing artwork. A train station authority stopped me. He said I had broke the law. My crime was that, in California, it is illegal to walk more then 100 feet down a railroad track. I told him I was clueless to this law. "Well it's common sense!" He said. No buddy, it's not common sense to NOT hear a train coming and walk a few feet to observe some art. Especially since you could see miles down these tracks. I'd like to think I was bit brighter then this fascist. And yes, I do think it's a fascist move to try to ticket someone over $200 for walking along the train tracks. It continues. So he asks for my ID. I was jogging, so I did not have my purse on me. "That's also illegal!" I fight these people. I called him an asshole and told him I was not from California and not familiar with their laws. So he asked my name (and sorry Chrissy Boshcert for using yours instead) and said there was now going to be a file in Washington D.C (where, I am basically from) "all about me". A week later this child prodigy made the front page of the paper for actually getting the ticket for doing the exact same thing I did. He fought too. They sentenced him to community service work.
I'd like to leave this world the same way I came in: innocent and without harm to others. We should question these authorities and decide who is in power to give them their power to take away our power.
Same thing with the art world. As much as I worship Brian Eno, it was only him who decided which bands were going to be chosen for the "no wave" movement a while back. When one or two or a group of elite decide what is considered beautiful, they should be challenged. And I've been pepper sprayed at close range fighting for what was right. It hurts, and it felt like rape (seriously) but it's better I stood up to help a friend then to lie down cowardly and allow this person in this situation to be hurt. Fight-come back with a ticket you can rip up and a black eye. Fight for the freedom these authorities have stripped from us. We are being quietly raped every single day otherwise.
*How is my progress on the story? You can always just run away and drink lots of wine and forget about it,
...but I have been thinking about what it means to be an authority. Because an authority-the company hired editors- get to tell me whether my one story is good enough to make the grade. Who,
other then the literary community, wants to read a novel about childhood innocents through the eyes of an adult? This one story has been percolating in my mind for two decades now. The Recess Chronicles. It's my one story to tell. My humble opinion is that, if I stop running away and drinking wine and actually finish the story, it will be universally loved. But some editor, whose opinions and life path are probably totally different from mine, can say they just don't care about the themes.
I'm in life to learn, so in my stories, themes and dissecting characters are paramount.
Jump to what's in my brain on a Saturday at 3:30 in the morning. Now I would love to take a long leisurely walk on the beach at night with a martini in one hand, in my birthday suit. And if my family- my only viewers- were not to read this blog I'd add a lot more on what I would like to do...but can't. And why can't I? The police prohibit me from being spontaneous tonight. Having the time of my life at any given second. They are taking away my god given freedom.
Now, I'm not one of these people who are punk rock and say the police are oppressing us. Many laws are there to protect us. And fuck you who say otherwise. My point is that, I don't have any respect for anyone who takes a piece of my freedom from me when my actions are harmless.
We live in a society that is not civilized. I am one who believes that people are innately selfish. I've seen people go against their impulses and do the opposite: devote their lives to helping others. But we all struggle so much in the world I know, there is no time to open your hearts to others. Oh, and the ego. Even me. But I've done the opposite for the sole purpose of losing myself in love. We need protectors. All my anarchist friends would say that in a perfect world we would govern ourselves. Well it has not happened yet, and the best theories on paper never stand up to the human quest for power. Read some history books, then get back to me with your idealism.
But damn it, why can't we be a more confident human race who will let me run naked on the beach with a martini in my hand? Why can't I go 7 miles over the speed limit without paying a huge traffic ticket? And oh those spiders love to catch a 'speeding' fly! Who are these people who are granted power to constrict us?
What about the time I first moved to Redding, California, at 20 years of age. I was jogging in the park, and came across a rail road track...
SIDE NOTE: The worst people I have ever known are the train hoppers from Redding. But that is neither here nor there (hey if Vonnegut can write like this so can I).
...and I saw some beautiful graffiti along an overpass of a highway. To see this graffiti up close you had to walk over the rail road tracks a few yards or so. All I was 'up to' was looking at some artwork. Viewing artwork. A train station authority stopped me. He said I had broke the law. My crime was that, in California, it is illegal to walk more then 100 feet down a railroad track. I told him I was clueless to this law. "Well it's common sense!" He said. No buddy, it's not common sense to NOT hear a train coming and walk a few feet to observe some art. Especially since you could see miles down these tracks. I'd like to think I was bit brighter then this fascist. And yes, I do think it's a fascist move to try to ticket someone over $200 for walking along the train tracks. It continues. So he asks for my ID. I was jogging, so I did not have my purse on me. "That's also illegal!" I fight these people. I called him an asshole and told him I was not from California and not familiar with their laws. So he asked my name (and sorry Chrissy Boshcert for using yours instead) and said there was now going to be a file in Washington D.C (where, I am basically from) "all about me". A week later this child prodigy made the front page of the paper for actually getting the ticket for doing the exact same thing I did. He fought too. They sentenced him to community service work.
I'd like to leave this world the same way I came in: innocent and without harm to others. We should question these authorities and decide who is in power to give them their power to take away our power.
Same thing with the art world. As much as I worship Brian Eno, it was only him who decided which bands were going to be chosen for the "no wave" movement a while back. When one or two or a group of elite decide what is considered beautiful, they should be challenged. And I've been pepper sprayed at close range fighting for what was right. It hurts, and it felt like rape (seriously) but it's better I stood up to help a friend then to lie down cowardly and allow this person in this situation to be hurt. Fight-come back with a ticket you can rip up and a black eye. Fight for the freedom these authorities have stripped from us. We are being quietly raped every single day otherwise.
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