TCO,
The
purpose is to sell my book M
My credibility
can not only be easily established but in fastidiously sticking to the
principle of never lying, stealing
Or
Cheating
I am in fact able to multi-task perhaps a whole lot better than the average Blow Joe who
has smoked a joint and then some in my 47 odd years on this planet, mindful of
how the youth so much hate being told what to do, today thanks to the Digital
Age not having to wait as long as the rest of us old farts in seeing the
hypocrisy of the older generation who kept repeating the same old mantra, “You
will have your chance to screw up” as they sucked up as much as they could
consuming like their was no tomorrow believing that the world and all its
wonders was theirs to enjoy and to hell with what happens next, my having been
given a very clear cut assignment earlier today by someone who although I
haven’t spent much time with in the past decade is someone I happen to care
about who I love, i.e. trust and respect as well as like a point I covered
somewhat in my communiqué the other day to
Standard
is something I think we can agree is rather precise, perspective having no
bearing on things no matter which side of the Bell Shaped curve you reside,
agree?
Deep
Space
Or
The
perfect vacuum of space that exists between the ears of a great majority of
people these days, at least that is my perspective of things, where matter and
anti-matter cancel out to zero
Or
So
believed by many of the great scientific minds, exposes the fragility of the
mind,
Or
No
end, worse yet the connections get lost in our rush to the finish line, my
quite convinced that at the moment of birth we all pretty much having the same
level of intelligence perhaps no more than 24 possibly 25 standard deviation
points of intelligence separating the smartest amongst us to the dumbest, some
of us ugly-ducklings, some sad, doubtful anyone
bad, agree?
Remembering
the greatness of Thomas Edison who may not have invented the first vacuum tube
leading to the computer-Digital Age, 10, and 01, the history books going
forward subjected to far less misinterpretation to mention little of few things
being lost in translation thanks to tools such as altavista’s language
translation program, each of us pretty much programmed right at the start,
there very possibly a reason why in mathematics the purest of languages there
is no such thing as a Perfect Circle, Quantum Mechanics where probabilities is
the mainstay there being no such thing as “certainty” having so much in common
with the mind of Pythagoras who nailed it with 0+1+2+3+4=10, his Number is the
essence of things, good
Or
Evil,
meaning everything, the universe endless, “forwards and reverse” until such
time as we are one, the Right Angle Triangle [RAT] Theorem in taking
superstition and mysticism out of the equation nailed down intellectual
reasoning being repeated possibly with Einstein’s General Relativity, Einstein
failing tho to see the connection between the Hypotenuse that exists in both
Quantum Mechanics as well as in the RAT, easy to get distracted when constantly
under the glare of the spotlight, minute differences to be embraced and then
expanded upon never losing sight of the greatness of those who came before who
may not have had the benefits in advances in Technology along with
understanding what it takes to be a “master painter” assuming for the moment
that there is an
Language
is what binds us together although body language is often suffice to attract a
partner, the risks of choosing badly increasing with each bad choice, again the
Digital nothing short of G-D-Send, no detour here just wanting to get you to
rest a bit, take a deep breath, see the writing on the wall, consider the
endless possibilities of what it means to break the light speed barrier which I
contend we have, again the better the evidence the better the proof.
It
is all about a search for Truth, nothing says the exactness of the Mind of G-d
as E=mc², so awesome an equation explaining the cosmos where matter and
anti-matter cancel one another out to zero, there no sound as we know it in
Deep Space, as we add, subtract, multiply and divide so busy trying to “make
ends meet” we lose sight of our Spirituality, the need to focus every so often,
say once, possibly twice in the past 2,500 odd years on the meaning of our
miserable lives particularly those of us so immersed in this “God eat God”
[sic] world, man-woman today so much alike so hard at times to tell the
difference, everyone trying to fit in, those opting out very often left out in
the cold, treated as pariahs, bearers of bad news, not dealt all that kindly by
mankind, so the need to find common ground, a spark that might have all of us,
at one moment in time thinking alike, examining what few would argue is the
Mind of G-d at least in the vacuum of space, remembering the brain is very much
a non-vacuum at the start, the top so fragile, the other openings ever so
slowly opening, so careful should we be in exposing the brain to the awfulness
not so much of the past but of the future as we smack our youth who are all our
futures left and right with utter nonsense, those being “reborn” fed literally
garbage as we seed our product with pesticides a result of extremism in our
makeup us going from starvation to gluttons the cycles having got less and less
as those sitting in the pound seats consume endlessly believing that in the end
the masses get what they deserve, the great wealth eventually dissipating which
does not, however, address the impact of the loss of hope amongst those in the
very best position to offer solutions.
Today
we have the technology to feed every single human being on this earth, the
earth tho cannot sustain anywhere near the current size of the population
forget what we can so easily predict over the next 50 odd years not to forget
to constantly come back into reality check and listen so careful to the likes
of Warren “Bail me Out” Buffet the “pillar of strength” in the insurance
industry, seen around the world as the scion of business at it best, predicting
some 2 odd years ago while I was visiting Machu Picchu, Peru for the first
time,
“Between the
next 10 minutes and the next 50 there is the certainty of a biological or
nuclear attack on one of the
So
much incredible nonsense in that diatribe yet not a single member of the media
to the best of my knowledge picked up on the insidious nature of this pig of an
individual who in a matter of two twos saw fit to get a United States Taxpayer
bail out of epic proportions.
The
tax code is in fact the easiest act of the ruling elite to fix, the bigger
problem is getting the masses to not react to taunts by those on the far right
and the far left to engage in violence as they see their “unholy alliance”
thanks in no small measure to the Digital Age imploding as I type away
effortlessly, remembering my motto of never lying, lying stealing and cheating
as well as that mass for quite some time was the constant until along came
Einstein and General Relativity, it should begin dawning on you the endless possibilities
that exist if in fact a shift
Or
Lets
just say a twist is occurring, my simply not wanting to get into the Red Shift
effect and its connectivity with the Doppler Effect.
By putting
things in digital print not only is there a high probability that unlike keys
it will not be lost especially if one has done one’s backups, the emotion is
removed allowing for the transmission of only the information allowing others
to digest in the quiet and comfort of their own surroundings, of course with
that fricken TV turned off.
So
go ahead right this very minute Mr. Debonair JRK and try doing the right thing,
better yet lets hear how well you make love to your wife these days, the
realities of the world not lost on me for a moment, my ability to multi-task,
able to get back into the flow of things no matter what obstacles others place
in front of me my having been in training for this main event for sum time, so
forgive me if from time to time I depart from Standard English and communicate
with those more in tune who see the endless possibilities emerging right be4
their very eyes, with the speed of light “moving back and forth” and mass now
the constant what else other than The Hand of an
The
thread that exists from the RAT Theorem through Quantum Mechanics into General
Relativity and back and forth has a number of great minds today thinking quite
differently than perhaps anytime, time waits for no one, everything is
relative, better late than not arriving at all, who is to say whether
Or
Not
each and every one of us is reborn, remembering mass remains a constant, for
every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, nothing is gained
Nor
Is
it lost, action-reaction, what goes around comes around, agree at least to
think through what I am saying ever so carefully since once you come to the
conclusion that I am right you are then faced with the prospects of meeting up
with our maker having no excuse, at least in my opinion, for your poor
behavior, agree?
It
is not a matter of my way
Or
The
highway, my having earlier in the evening completed dinner at the
Or
Too
resulting in others putting two and two together, the possibility existing that
as I move forward on our “dog and pony” show those economic opportunists
amongst us may try and make more hay while the sun shines in their quest to
grab as much as humanely possible without a care in the world say for the next
generation as we mortgage their future, real estate and its ancillary by
products, oil and gas, the only real growth industries other than the computer
business which has a finite customer base, and then there is the business of
war where money is no object which begs the next question of there being an
Sum
Things
Are
Built tTOo
Last.
Evolution?
Why
don’t I take a break right now, enjoy the rest of my cappuccino and wait around
a while and see if you respond in kind,
Or
Whether
I continue alone, monologues oh so boring, still waiting to hear from my pal
Andy to see whether he was able to follow through on getting a handful of
t-shirts made up including the one thought of by my rather smart partner-wife,
Marie Dion, “When
the dialogue becomes too monologues it is the beginning of the end” [sic],
MD back in Del Mar, California battling with my poor poor Pypeetoe, our SIG
[Super Italian Greyhound] suffering horribly from separation anxiety.
No
doubt my new found friend Louise would enjoy a whole lot better dialoguing with
MD, my note taking very possibly intimidating, certainly irritating, although I
never quite got to the point of explaining to this single mother of too
children, quite the worker-artist much like my MD how in concluding that there
are no such things as coincidences that design is everywhere, my search for
truth forces me to make the most of each and every waking moment amounting to
Louise, I believe, concluding despite my questioning, that I do subscribe to
the notion of less said the better, once and only when one has achieved
spirituality in one’s life which does in fact require a fairly high command of
mathematics and science although I believe I am at the point today of
explaining such matters in ways that anyone with only a very basic command of
elementary school math and science would be able to follow in a matter of 7
minutes
Or
Less.
Sad
how so many good people choose to be alone rather than waste time and energy
feeding the negative attention of those whose make up has been so interfered
with, the problems of the world having nothing to do with race color
Or
Religion,
simply pure parental religious teaching, agree
So
go ahead, give it your best shot in terms of how best to respond, be aware that
my purpose 4 being in the Big Apple at this time, careful not to bite off more
than I can chew, is to gather data in terms of my “risk assessment” business,
there being a number of things very recently brought to my attention that don’t
bode well for those whose deficit needs have taken them over the edge beyond
the point of return, the result of their basic philosophy in life that the end
justifies the means the very first step in my estimation that brings about the
most shocking of short-circuits, the Exodus out of Egypt quite well addressed
in the first Commandment,
“I am the Lord Thy G-D who delivered thee out of the
The
likes of Howard “Shock Jock” Stern in all probability falling into the category
of someone unlikely to get “fat and ugly”, in my opinion, Mr. Stern choosing
his words rather carefully having to play a delicate game of “cat and mouse”,
knowing full well that the system is rigged, having to work within the system
aware that this bs cannot go on forever seeking other options, looking at other
outlets, going “back and forth” mostly tho “going around in circles” the
so-called “ruling elite” feeling more and more tho the pinch as they see the
noose getting ever tightly pulled around their necks, all self-administered,
agree?
The
days of being able to fool the masses that somehow a select few are smarter to
have ended up in the “pound seats” beginning thanks to Digital Age, now like
Professor Aaron BrownNose Brown’s deafening silence falling on deaf ears,
agree?
GS’
response sum 7 hours and 19 minutes to my mate making me
an offer I don’t believe I can refuse, a matter I will be addressing in my next
missive to BrownNose, me presently relaxing in the billiard-library room of the
Or
One
of his goons tied in with the Wetherly Capital Group who masterminded and
executed almost to perfection the rigging of the California Gubernatorial
elections held
Or
Citigroup’s
thugs thinking that such infantile tactics would upset my healthy mind=healthy
body routine
Or
Melvyn
Weiss having made it patently clear to his prostitutes, i.e. BrownNose and
Martin Stoller that if he goes down the tubes no matter how much they might
have socked away with Mr. Jost my family’s private banker in Switzerland, there
will be no escaping the too of them being shred to pieces by the sharks you see
circling the eRaider.com boat on page 20 of the www.NextraTerresTrial.com
website,
Or
For
that matter any one of my dwindling number of adversaries whose numbers are
dwindling significantly relatively speaking while very encouraging to my heirs
who will stand to make a fortune upon my death-life, all such rapacious
individuals have been named very explicitly in my missives to the point that
not only will there be no escaping ridicule from now until eternity there is
every likelihood that anyone resorting to bringing about my premature death,
perhaps trying to make it look like a suicide will in all likelihood be a foe
of one
Or
More
of my adversaries and then of course there is thing that bothers most folks who
perhaps know me better than you who are beginning to feel my “rough side”, the
back of my right hand still showing scars from when as a baby I placed it under
boiling water, those remembering such events attribute my black nanny’s quick
thinking to saving my hand.
The
question I posed to BrownNose and his deafening silence reverberating around
the world at this time as us Jewish people end the 1st Seder Dinner
meal, my choosing to spend it alone, in preparation for tomorrow night’s
festivities at my very good friend Derrick’s in laws whose stately while at the same time
modest abode overlooks Park Avenue on the south west corner of 63rd
and Park Avenue, my leaving there earlier today forgetting to provide the
doormen with one of my business cards so that they can first check out the
Nextraterrestrial.com website before deciding to make a financial contribution
and of course there is nothing stopping anyone from always making a suggestion
Or
Too
like u that could help me improve my writing skills, earlier in the evening
5:57PM ET my having noted down the time ordering from Anna a very attractive,
so appropriately dressed young lady I would think in her early twenties a Mjito
that she informed me is made up of mint, lime, simple syrup and rum.
I
had asked her what she would order if celebrating something absolutely
spectacular, the parting of the Red Sea no different to the accounts of Jesus
Christ walking on water, my not being in the least bit disappointed.
In
summary, you recall in my last missive to
So
why not explore the communiqué I sent out I believe on February 12th
concerning Leonard
Weinglass Esq, then revisit my E-mail to you on
February 18 containing the following:
Given my "public
announcement" of taking on Citicorp I no longer feel the concern I
generally have that 4 every dollar made in the stock market someone loses a dollar,
remember my one website alone
is getting well in excess of 1 million hits per day on average, more than a
handful of folks tuned in to what I have tu say know just like u et al that I
have rather good prescient timing as well as sufficient intestinal fortitude
and plenty of resources tu take on the likes of
No doubt in my mind Weiss
hoping that BrownNose and his gang of “dead beats” would help him beat
out his competitors including possibly his soon-to-be-messy-divorced partner, Bill "Roach Motel" Lerach Esq. by
going after the likes of Mr.
Kitchen, Chairman and CEO of Jameson Inns,
Inc., green mail the one name of
this game that will come to an end as soon as our very enlightened great President
George W. Bush does "the right thing" and suspends trading
of the public stock markets tu mention just in passing that Newell Starks,
the current chairman of one of Citicorp’s “fronting
companies” that recently acquired Stratos Lightwave which BrownNose
says he “covers” ever so closely, “vetted” that “one of a kind
letter” I sent Mr. Kitchen, courtesy of the eRaider.com website my
posting this email on The Buck Stops Here the instant after I hit the “send”
button on my screen.
Not tu forget either that BrownNose when seeking a “Peeriless Systems” [sic] shareholder “quickly” never, tu the best of my
knowledge, contacted Mr.
And
to bring you fully up to speed on matters I am comfortable in broadcasting to
the world, Margaret the former operator of our Ccrest Café in Minehead informed
me yesterday that my attorney Mr. McLusky now has
one set of keys the other in the toilet.
Now
that I remember Anna brought me my Mjito sum 17 minutes after I first thought I
ordered this terrific drink, my sipping it rather carefully, no doubt
preventing me from being “carried away” was the call I received from my
partner-wife, my preference to leave this very pleasant library full of happy,
happy people conscious unless of course someone were to plant say a tomahawk
into the back of my head, my recent self styled haircut as well as my amazing
wife’s effort to save me from ridicule not lost on me at this time, my boot
camp look scaring the hell out me each time I look in the mirror, rarely if
ever do I drink hard alcohol my constitution much like that of a well
engineered Indian, u may recall me mentioning my French C
At
this late hour my still mindful of GS’ edict not “tTOo take 42 detours for every point you wish to make” [sic], the
need I feel to explain that a mix up occurred with Anna who in giving me her
email address thought I no longer wanted the Mjito, small talk can in fact be
so distracting, the young generally far more finely tuned than us old farts
failing to give them credit for while fed up with all the bs in this world
tired of blood and over priced bubble gum, mom, feel the need to “play the
game”, good jobs getting harder and harder to come by as us Americans for the
very first time since our founding fathers came over having to compete in the real
world, us still though having the biggest guns which brings me to another point
that I would like for you to consider while deciding to be my “side kick” on
the M
Who
is going to feed our highly prized troops now scattered around the world having
to fight the right fight the result of generations of mistakes made mostly by
the ruling Democratic Communist Party Chiefs who hooked our lower working class
and poor on entitlement programs, the Chinese who never sleep now stirring like
never before in the annals of history, my just taking another sip of my
cappuccino that is now cold but refreshing?
Why
compete at $5 per day when u can stay right at home in spots like California
where the turf meets the surf sipping Mjitoes, Microsoft Word having problems
with that spelling, i.e. update the dictionary
which is another purpose of MM1, my just losing my place thinking about the
cost of the Mjito, $13 quite reasonable tho considering the $11 odd dollars I
spent Sunday morning on 2 shots of espresso thrown into a body of heated milk.
Honey,
is a word I rarely use but if u think the Islamic fundamental terrorists who
barely have a pot to pee in should be feared do you have any idea how upset an
American GI will get should he have to tug along with his M1 fully automatic
weapon a wheelbarrow needed to haul away his monthly pay of exactly how much,
should the leaders of the European countries along with the Asian tigers stop
buying our T-Bills, remembering the Chinese are no bunch of monkeys, agree?
This
very much the year of the monkey, paying peanuts you can end up with more than monkeys,
one thing to lose an arm and a leg fighting a war that in many ways began in
our own back yard us getting hooked on cheap gasoline, quick TV dinners and
then the cheapening of quick sex by the likes of Bill “Kitchen-Wallpaper”
Clinton and his role model Jack “Daddy bought me the President’s chair, White
House to boot” Kennedy, no longer is this most incredible act between too human
beings who happen to love and like one another sacred.
The
moment I heard the words, “It was just sex!” that was when I knew for certain
that I had made a horrific choice in voting for Bill Clinton, the choice tho,
our great President’s father no choice, at least as far as I was concerned
since he had lied when saying, “Read my lips, no new taxes” even though I know
that his decision to increase taxes would very likely have impacted his pocket
book than those hooked on the stock exchange and quick sex, blah blah.
It
is all about sex, a subject matter I first heard being discussed in earnest on
the radio by none other than Dennis Prager
an Orthodox Jewish Rabbi who once had his own TV show and I believe still has a
widely listened to radio audience, at least here in southern California,
Prager, quite the conservative Republican no different, however, to his cheap
this and cheap that brothers on the far left, again there being in my opinion
no choice when it came for me to vote for Clinton, the truth everything.
The
expression I first picked up from step-father, “When I make a mistake I pay for
it and when you make a mistake you pay for it!” came really home to roost when
the mother of a good friend of mine while growing up in Durban, South Africa
told me on November 8th 2000 when I called Norma Essakow to invite
her and members of her family to my New Beginnings Party my having decided to
essentially “throw in the towel” and fully retire seeing no way out of the
mess, her “instructing me” to vote my “conscience” and
help get Joe Orthodox Jewish person Lieberman and
You will just have to take my
word it is spreading like wildfire especially amongst the youth who are all our
futures who are getting finally the right education, The Internet, the “back
and forth” allowing those searching for truth and meaning to their lives to
make up their own minds at nothing short of light speed, my having heard for
the first time this past Sunday from too relatively young foreign gentlemen in
graduate studies in Boston about a Danish lady at Harvard University who had conducted
a direct experiment that apparently at very low temperatures resulted in the
speed of light being clocked at the incredibly slow speed of 60 meters per
second which does more than blow my mind away even though there is a wealth of
evidence already out there suggesting this to be the case and even if this
number is off by several factor, so what u ask?
The
library here at the
It
all comes down to balance which requires flexibility, strength and endurance,
the need to examine all the facets of one’s surroundings constantly aware of
their being design everywhere, each of us made up of both good and bad, those
who get their rocks off by embracing negative attention shouldn’t have rocks
thrown at them but kept apart, placed under the microscope until such time as
they change their behavior, as more and more folks get with the program so will
the number of negatives eventually disappear.
Good
night.
