Continuing…
Not
to suggest you were waiting for me a Lilly White Wheaty Eater along with my
French Canadian 1/32nd Huron Indian wife to not only develop the ad
to appear in the UCSD’s campus newspaper but to set the pace in handing out
flyers which of course I have all the time in the world to do?
I
cannot, however, speak for Marie who I have this “fear” has not given up in “our
race” to die the richest person in the grave, more and more people
interested to see more of her art as well as have her explain
how to really tell good art from all the trash that is out there.
Just
a little while longer before you begin to hear all these pitiful art historians
who don’t know the first thing about critiquing a painting implode into heaps
of tears and docents at art museums stop trying to explain how one can get
inside the neurons within a painter’s brain to appreciate their genius when
painting the face of a woman they so often attached the body of a man.
Again,
the lack of art knowledge is universal allowing each of us who don’t have the
innate skills to produce something good to at least learn and enjoy good art
versus ending up stuck with the most pitiful art collection and along comes
someone such as myself who has a lot to learn, enjoying your wonderful
hospitality, finding it necessary to open up my big mouth and let you know that
just because you have money doesn’t mean you should exhibit your poor taste on
the walls.
Please
bear in mind that I simply cannot get out of my head morons such as Herbert and
Krugman of the New York Times doing the most pitiful job at the behest of their
communist pimps to knock the wind out of the sail of our great President, the
most honorable George W. Bush, these miserable specimens counting most of all
on you Orientals to continue being their “slave laborers”, losing hope being
entrepreneurs here in the United States where communist principles are rampant
then returning back to places like Korea with your tails between your legs none
the wiser about why exactly it is that you along with your hard working Chinese
brothers and sisters have such incredibly weak currencies and to eventually
feel yourselves fortunate to go back to earning slave labor wages.
So
very important you and your friends wise up very quickly about the words, “exercise
good judgment” the only requirement of non-elected communist officials
such as
Within
no more than a picosecond
Mr. Cohen will have collapsed in to a heap of tears allowing the Feds to then provide
him with some Kleenex tissue which I will be FEDEXING to Mr. Spitzer first
thing tomorrow morning and when he has stopped crying like a baby to be asked
his opinion about Chapter 18 of the DI, THE
AMERICAN CONSPIRACY and which diamond merchant buddy of his he “suspects”
had a Justice Department informer “following orders” from the DAAC inform the Justice Department back
in 1974 of the most extraordinary meeting between President elect John F. Kennedy, the
future Commander in Chief of all U.S. Armed Forces, and Harry Oppenheimer, the co-head of the DAAC, at the very public Carlyle Hotel
located on the upper east end of Manhattan?
Edward
Jay Epstein possibly leaving it up the reader’s imagination to figure out it
really wasn’t in the least bit important the name of the diamond merchant given
HO’s
partner, Charles
Englehard
on such wonderful terms with the Kennedys?
Both
HO
and CE
using their unlimited in supply, untraceable, lightweight and never once
inventoried diamond currency to buy off each and every head of state beginning
with the British and U.S. government.
Again,
who really cares about the fact that CE died rather mysteriously 3 odd years earlier in
March 1971 from, according to my Royal
Mater, “an addiction to Coca Cola” other
than perhaps me and Edward Jay Epstein who while making a
point about CE not
having any male heirs not mentioning both CE’s death as well as what became of
CE’s
rather SIGNIFICANT platinum holdings when the United
States Government mandated that every new vehicle sold in the United States
contain approximately $20 worth of platinum in the exhaust system?
So
important you take note when sharing this email with your friends around the
world that Mr. Jan W. H. Vaessen came across my name on The Internet when
Googling the word “Quickwheel”.
In
quickly reviewing what I wrote him last evening before both an amazing dinner
as well as sunset motorcycle ride, the detour down to Imperial Beach then had
us heading back north on the beach road to Coronado Island passing the Navy
SEALs training base, taking out the word “to” in the fourth paragraph and
placing a hyperlink over the word “mouth”.
You
may have already noticed that as busy as we all are there is “sumthing” [sic]
telling you how extraordinarily difficult it is getting to
get away with “poor excuses”?
The
distractions and exaggerations that have served mankind from exploring the
truth a relatively recent phenomena, fast drawing to a close to mention little
again and again of the deafening silence of my cousin author-journalist
The
common man only beginning to live the “good
life” following the end of the continuation of World War I when governments
around the world began speeding up significantly both the production of
currency without any backing simply “counting on” stooges like
But
the problem of so many of us living the good life, choosing to become ostriches,
is only now coming into “full view.”
Earlier
at 3:17 AM PT there was a rather out of shape woman, quite the eyesore
especially when wearing shorts designed perhaps to prove that she was-is in
fact a woman, who apparently owns the next property south of the Cliff House,
screaming at the top of her lungs at our Mexican gardener and his crew who take
care of our most incredible Garden of Eden, letting this very kindly gentleman
know that he had better find an alternative way to get his truck into our
driveway because every time he comes, he destroys her flowers which I was under
the impression he was doing intentionally given how this “phatso” [sic] has
decided to build her garden on public property.
It
is important to keep things in perspective in this “dog eat god aspartame”
[sic] world never forgetting how much easier it is to work out a number of
things in this Digital Age, none more important than how it has come about that
those at the top of the pyramid have managed to build into their “cost
of sales” the “cost
of getting caught”.
Taking
a break!
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