QotD: Favorite TV Commercial

Actually it was the 1970 commercial for Head and Shoulders and I had picked Head and Shoulders because Bobby Darin had prefected all of his wigs after raking off all of his hair stems to get that perfect look. He should have just used Head and Shoulders. Dah! Then he died on me. Would he have lived longer if Sandra Dee had not been arrested in place of Linda Kaspian? Would he have lived longer if police investigators had not thrown hot water into her face partially blinding her for months? Would he have lived longer if an investigator had not taken a crow bar to Sandra's body. Bobby released a wedding photo showing Sandra's broken fingers to the press. Would he have lived longer if the Sheryl Thorn sextuplets whom Sandra Dee and himself were going to adopt, had not been removed from a nursury and axed out in a loney field by two blonds, one light brown haired woman and two Japanese girls along with a brood of their friends? Sandra Dee can be seen with four of the Thorn babies on YOUTUBE under Giggling Babies and she can barely move her jaw from a beating. He had a bad heart everyone knew that Bobby Darin had a bad heart. All his life all he ever knew was that he could not go into a grocery store because his mother had aboriginal dna and his father Jerry Lee Lewis was a Jew. All he knew was the dark side of the street because the law forbade his walking on the "sunny side" of the street. I don't understand.
When people hear the song composed by Estelle Parsons and her black friend, "Somewhere out there"...people just feel so comforted...me I just cry. I don't even want to hear the song. Thus, Cindi Lauper composed the song, "Walking on the Sunny Side of the Street". Why did the aboriginals and blacks put up with this bullshit!?!

There are some commercials that I do not like whatsoever. For example, have you ever noticed in an investigation something that just does not belong. For instance, if one was to write a murder mystery one would drop the things in that don't belong. The infamous ashtray filled with cigarettes from the night before in an environmentally smoke free house kept by a non smoker. A loose plain tie with milk stains or other substance found hanging on a doorknob of a man that obviously prefers multi-colour busy ties that denotes loads of action and movement. I may or may not have shared similair views with FBI man John Douglas.
"Did you ever notice John that in some of these internet sites dedicated to The Green River murders that the only ad selling something is ads of babies...like newborn babies?"
Why not peanut butter or better yet gun stores, security devices to keep you safe? No...this person prefers to litter her space with books on babies under the age of seven years old. "Strange huh?"
Perhaps it is a warning for a mother to stay home with her babies...but well we just can't go jumping to conclusions as to a writer's motives or can we?
"John? Darling? Are you awake over there in your easy chair (grinding your teeth)? Did you go to the area of 138 Street to 145 th street and do a grid north and south, east and west?"
Well, I did. "Guess what I found there darling?"
Nothing. There was nothing there at the so called prostitute hour when these murders occurred. Well, there may have been some studio personalites there shooting a film or something or so the gossip goes as some of the women had profiles on file in studios....just bit parts...but for some women just milling around waiting for a part may be just what they wanted to feed their acting carears and a lot of them will even stand around all day without pay just for the exposure...know what I mean?
"There were just a few homes and lots. Nothing that would call for the women of the evening to go out in the daytime to do some strolling."
Now on 24th we have at least a few motels today. But, they weren't there when those dead bodies had been placed their by someone posing as an agent or press release type person.
I can't blame John nor other agents who merely book travel time between LA and Texas. Really high profiled cops and agents (and nuns) may be quite content to just open an FBI file with all the footwork already in gear. We have the "don't bother to go John. I've already done the footwork" crowd and with their squeakly clean fingernails, polished shoes, and well groomed hair cuts we know, don't we John, that these are REAL professionals. Then, there is Janis Joplin, mud on the face and holes in the shoes tied with string or stapled with a stapler. When Janis travels she does not bring a long pretty underwear. No...that is a one way ticket for an item that may or may not have been stolen in the presence of Erin Brocovich and one of her many friends.
Well, okay....dah...LeAnn Rimes took a shower in the FBI building in John's apartment but before dolling up and putting on that new lacy bra and gear she showed all the price tags to that FBI security film that the guys like to keep in that shower room. That being that one may never know where those gay couples may decide to be...know what I mean? And, honestly, did those guys think that Leann was a man in 1982 as told my Marion McKinnon Tricker and her family and buddies. Dah!
"What are you doing in there?"
"Oh...I'm just working my way up the tree."
I'm sure that Jesus may never have approved. But, then again, he never had friends like ABBA.

As dreams would have it times and places can be a series of floats like a deck of cards and the Dream Maker can stack the deck by pulling the bottom and pushing the top to the end of the deck...so to speak. I am not sure why my dream started in a darkly lit old house. It started with me reading and making notes, looking up and simply saying, "are you okay?"
Why were we there in the James Dunn house? Did I tell someone when I first came to NY or LA, "I'll be at my (quote...rabbit finger time)..."hubbies home"? Did they confuse John Douglas with Bobby Darin? Did someone have a party at the Darin homestead? Why were we there? Private conversation time like, "I need to know if you signed the divorce papers...?" like back in 1967 - 1970? I mean so what if this is the eighties or early nineties...it would be nice to know to give closer if one must give closer? Was this the Roy Orbinson visit by Claudine? But, that wasn't Roy...Roy lost his vision but not willingly. I can't remember what happened to Roy. He had come to the studio and Estelle sponsored him. I think everyone thought Roy had died. Maybe I thought the same thing....I don't know...did I? Dreams are driving me crazy! Stop!
So is this latest nightmare. Which direction does a scriptwriter take a story...backwards...forwards? It was driving me crazy today as I dusted and mopped. Between FBI and James Dunn somewhere is a man by the name of Steve Martin and Estelle was involved in a few of the Steve Martin stories even when he is rehashing The Pink Panther it reads Estelle Parsons and studio preowned prior to Steve Martin. It's like I can see the Steve Martin house along a river bank and I can see myself knocking on his front door asking him, "have you had a party lately and did this man attend?" Presentation of a Dennis Cutworth photo who may or may not be related to Sean Connery, or who may or may not be related to Clint Walker or Bill from Enough or who may be someone presenting himself all over the place as Estelle Parson's April Fool's Day and or who may or may not be saying he is the owner of a "light skinned negro woman" that he may or may not have purchased under the negro laws from a woman calling herself Erin Brocovich? There may have been a party? Was the man in the photo the same as one of the fishermen that had assisted FBI agents with the Green River murders? I don't know.
"Did Justine Bateman come to a party in your neighbourhood?"
"Did you hear of any movie activity going on that would require the use of the river?"
One thinks of With Twelve you get a Dozen but Justine was not in that movie. Some accuse Steve of losing eyesight as the wife that he picked obviously had wrinkles.
"So do I."
Wrinkles and she couldn't smile anymore but Steve insisted on using her brains and one rat that Estelle Parsons ran around calling, "Bobby? Is that you?"
"Are you an angel now Bobby?"
Talking to rats are we? or Jerry from the Sphere?
Well, it was a very talented country rat. One can't leave a stone unturned.
As I said once before, Hollywood is daytripping into nightmares. There was something about a "bowling alley?"
"Do you know of any bowling allies around here?"
"Nope."
I once went to a Richard Dreyfuss party after the movie The Competition. I was so low. People didn't actually know that a movie was being made at first called The Competition...okay...some knew and the girl was not suppose to win the competition, that being, that she couldn't play the piano but she won and it shocked everyone even Richard Dreyfuss.
"Why did she win?"
"Because," it was explained by the judges later, "that composition was never played before. It was an original tune composed by the pianist."
"She shouldn't have won," scowled Richard, "she didn't even come to practice and", he frowns, "she doesn't even own a piano."
It is I guess a once in a life time thingy. Elsie Wigle once commented about me and she knew me for at least twenty some years before she said it, "Iris, you say that you are an artist but I have never seen a picture."
I painted a brown on brown on brown with tan highlights of an old man just to show her that I could do art. It is just a once in a decade thing. I suppose I could do scenes but I prefer just faces or hands but I don't really even like to sketch them. I fully understand the I do not want to see a piano thing. So, we have Green River murders out where streetwalking Jehovah's witnesses have cornered the market and some high profiled women of the evening who may or may not have escorted other actors to a local theatre or ball...definetly not the Kingdom Hall type but they all gather along the same route where there are only trees, shrubs, a handful of men to chose from and some homes to ask for a glass of water or to use a telephone. No bars, no motels, no bowling alley, no restaurants, virtually no men folk to be seen as they are all at work.
"We found your urine on the mattress."
Yeah...well it is probably thirty to forty years old.
Whose body was in the morgue in my dream? Dna could possibly match half sister, which may or may not be someone that looked like Faye Dunnaway or Sally Field or daughter or cousin which may or may not have been someone like Catherine Zita Jones or Justine Bateman or one of the little girls from Enough, or one of the little girls from Premonition, or one of the little girls from The Long Kiss Goodbye (you didn't notice there was two little girls did ya?) or a little girl from a Kevin Bacon movie where Kevin plays an evil man that was bit by a ?rat or a ?raccoon or a squirrel...something...that was why he was turning green. The body could not have been Rennee Zeewinger's foster daughter Chasity from Sonny and Cher or could it have been? You figure it out. Thing is high profiled actors come from high profiled families with connections to KKK and other clubs. Be careful you don't get shot in the cross fire. What a dream? What a nightmare?
"Do you have dogs?"
"No."
"I would suggest you get one. One that bites."
Why is that? Because some times before a major kill, little kills occur first along a string of houses or rivers, but those kills are not necessarily the big kill. The big kill is the calling card you place in with all the other streetwalking JW's, prostitutes, actresses that one may not even notice nor question. The big kill may have been Steve Martin right? It is just a guess. Did the Martin's even live near the James Dunn home? Your guess is as good as mine. And my guesses, just don't stop, they go on and on and on...working overtime...storing...popping up a decade later, storing....over and over and over.

The barrett found in the dirt at possibly James Dunn's home was not a manufactured barrett.
"Daddy should have sold this a long time ago."
I had no fear of being in said home although it was said by agents to be possibly haunted, that is, that they followed me on a second visit back to the house. It was getting dark...eerie...grey tones developing in the woods. I didn't get far. I was still on the grass near an old tree or stump of what was left from a great scientist. I spent some time looking at the ground for a second barrett and lo and behold found the seat of a swing. My hands were wet and muddy from digging it up. I held it against my new dress as I ventured around searching for other artifacts. Drops of rain were dripping off my nose and eyebrows. The wind was picking up and lighting bolts were flashing. It was at that moment that an agent saw him. Him...being the very white skinned man...in the Sarah McLachlan vid called "Unchained Melody"...a mummified singer found in a tomb somewhere in California with a very much live actress Cheryl Ladd and very thirsty young lady the year that Sinead O'Connor did Sissel. It wasn't the first time that this particular ghost has been seen by cops in LA. He showed up at the end of the Unchained Melody vid when cops had moved in to arrest one of the Ashley Judd's scouting around about gal looking for information of a missing teenager. There he is...right there...seen in the mirror of the cop car. It was just for a second or two. Cop gossip had it that the two cops loosened their grip on the actress as soon as the ghost stood between him and the backseat.
The barrett found was merely a paper clip that had a button looped by the wire to form a barrett. It once had doned the hair of a little girl that had been merely in the background in the Shirley Jane Temple clip, Animal Crackers in my Soup. It was rumored that the orphanage used in that particular film was a real orphanage or children's social services around 1950 - 1967. It is also rumored that it was burnt to the ground with many of the children dieing. I only say it because it was one of the charges brought up in a trial where Shirley was not permitted to defend herself under "playing with matches" charge except Shirley had been pulled out of said orphanage to do another movie. They killed the wrong girl...again.
They? I don't know who "they are". "They" are many. Was it rumoured that they were the Freemasons? I don't join groups but I am one of Jehovah's witnesses with or without the Vatican's approval, with or without the Jewish Higharcy approval and with or without a Royal stamp of approval.
Is the other barrett still on her head? Is she a skeleton somewhere?
I didn't know her long. I knew her for only a summer flick. I knew that she was poor. I knew that I liked her the moment I had met her. I can't see her face anymore.
I dreamt last night in my long tormented past possibly inflinged on me by Jesus himself about the James Dunn home. My Dream Maker picks out the next scene. Do you want to here more of my nightmare? Sure you do.
Dressed in black top and slacks I head for a theatre. I am searching for someone to make an arrest or to "bring in for questioning".
Inside the theatre, to my surprise are hundreds of actors watching the cast from "Crybaby" being beaten viciously on stage.
Why? I don't know. Rumour has it that there is this Hollywood Club that may or may not involve high profiled directors and actors that move in on the "finished product" after a movie is screened and when it is over an actor or director just might be missing teeth, "tits", eyeballs and the rest goes out in brown paper bags, hat pins, toe tips and well...they just merely disappear, "gone home", "don't have a forwarding address", and "they didn't give us their real names."
It was then that she saw me. The woman with the long straggley hair and the face she described herself, as "I've got character."
Yup! That was me standing there with a rifle butted against my hip. I wasn't going to hurt anyone but the Apostle Paul did say, "if it is within your hand to help...help."
Now, helping I must add is not a Jehovah's witness thingy. I know I read it in Questions from the Readers in the back of a Watchtower. It said, "one should go to a telephone and call the police". Isn't that what people did when the haulocaust took placed? Some would call that a cowardly thing to do. The words of Marion McKinnon Tricker and Brian ring in my ears of 1966 - 1970. As Marion would put it, "it had nothing to do with me." "It" being me hung upsidedown in our Jean Talon apartment by the heels as I screamed while JW artists from Bethel NY filled up the bathtub with hot water to try to get me to co operate in a "let's all have sex together" night. I can't. I dedicated this body to Jehovah. It is in the JW song book. Well, they took it out around 1970 or later. It sung, "take my life," "take my arms", "take my hands" as it all belonged to Jehovah as sung to his ears. And for a nun, the sung rings similair tone to the ears of Christ Jesus that being that he is the groom and that those professing to be the 144,000 HIS harem.
Some would argue though that "one cannot be sitting at the table of Jehovah and the table of demons." Well said!
"Why do you no longer want to be a nun my daughter?"
"Because being a nun does not work."
It was right there in The Nun's story that I wrote for both Audrey Hepburns and the motive for leaving was also well placed. Turning the cheek does not work. It only fans the greed and taking someone else's daughter, sister, wife, mother as a sex partner to shred to pieces is an extreme form of greed.
"And they won't stop!"
"Jesus can stop them."
"Well, Jesus is not here."
Jerry is here.
Tommy is here.
A rat is here.
Orphans are here.
Black people waiting for that Shirley Jane Temple gospel train are still on the dock.
And somewhere in a studio a baby sleeps waiting to be buried in a white cemetary or any cemetery called, "The Jean Seberg baby".

"John? Did you ever notice how many FBI agents are said to belong to the Freemasons."
He doesn't say anything. He merely sits in a chair that doned the floor of the livingroom belonging once to "daddy" in the old James Dunn homestead. I had a list in front of me and beside the names I placed the word FreeMason.
"Look! Here is how many are Freemasons and here is how many are Jehovah's witnesses. Don't you find that interesting?"
No comment. "And, these ones over here might be related to Big Daddy."
I was thinking of Big Daddy in my dreams last night. His voice floated in and out. I could hear Paul Newman's warning, "you don't want to go in there."
I can hear the sound of Shelly Winter's husband whining away. And Big Daddy is whispering in my ears as I slept, "now you just hold on there little girl." He reminded me of J. E. Hoover. He reminded me of the Ilers and the Wigles and most of all the part of him that was aboriginal.
"Freemasons, JW's, screen guild, and aboriginals"???
Huh? What drives a man or woman to take up a gun and a badge? A childhood nightmare? What?
"Only one nun."
Crybaby was all Johnny Depp. He didn't want help. He just needed someone to do the singing for the girl actress. I sat there watching them do the Crybaby thing on a week day. I would be gone quickly so they better get it done in a day or two. I was thinking about him...wondering about Johnny. Who was he? He was sent out of the USA for a short stint in Ireland. Was he an Elvis baby? He reminded me more of Val Kilmar. A little Elvis...a little Val...a little Jim Morrison...but he floated in mentality between Elvis and Bobby Darin but he wasn't from Bobby. If he didn't have a bellybutton...well...he was going to age rapidly around forty years of age...one would think...right?
I can't think of the woman's name that had the long blond hair with the "character" face. She was actually a grandmother of about eighty five years of age and some of the actors in the movie Crybaby belonged to her. Talk about family. They may not have had pretty faces but we are talking like five generations of the same kin all belonging to her. Although large family clans in themselves don't always mean anything. Take Eddie Arnold for example. Large clan weaving between Ilers, Wigles, Clint Walker, Hugh O'Brien...large...large family. One time on a visit to LA, Eddie Arnold was actually on a horse with hundreds of other clan members.
"What in the world are you doing Ed?"
"I'm looking for my son."
I looked around and at the studio that was smoking.
"Found him yet?"
"Nope. But one thing is for sure. They shouldn't have hung him up in plastic."
Two sons hung up in plastic in a studio somewhere?
Good Luck!
Can I say that? I can't say exactly, "God be with you." Or can I. Nope. I think that the Arnolds were travelling with the Devil possibly that night and...maybe not?
I felt the front of my false teeth. Nope. I remember the last time Ed and I had a falling out after I insulted him when he had told me his "wife wouldn't even think about running around on him."
"No...she probably would lose all her teeth."
He chased me all over the place and his sons had separated us.
"Are we here to sing or what Leann?"
"Can we stop fighting long enough to do a song?"
Of course we can.

Did you watch the 81 Oscars? Was that the eighty first Oscars or 1981 Oscars? I thought Goldie Hawn was breastfeeding and showed off those breasts that read, "no I am not a tranvisite nor a man with both gentlialias". No, those types cannot produce children as they have one one part of the genitialia which may be the labia but the ovaries and womb are missing. They can not produce a child nor can they give birth to a child as they lack the muscles needed to give birth, the hormones, the placenta and whatever.
Did you read what the papers said about Miley? Her gown was ?what? "toilet paper"? on the back of "trailer trash"? Except I thought that was Jennifer Lopez trying to break off with Bill's son from Enough right? Too many beatings Jennifer...what was it...tell us? Even Bountyhunter must have wondered himself, "what the...?" Did rumour have it that Bounty and Kate Winlet grabbed each others hands and literally fled for their lives after the Oscars were over? As for Goldie Hawn...wasn't this the evening that she said, "no, I am not going under the lava flow" as set on stage and afterwards was directed to a back stage dressing room for her to change in. However, noting that the janitor had a backstage mop and bucket she merely put on his soiled clothing and mopped her way out of the studio. I guess I should look up the old Hollywood glamour books to see where that Goldie dress was featured and catch the date...right?
I was too busy yesterday browsing through the 1967 newspapers. I couldn't get over how many movies had been released by Estelle Parsons. Not just one but dozens that she had invested in...all on one page...which read 1967. The movies were already made Erin so don't get any ideas.
I was thinking of Erin yesterday. I looked at that ...what was it...lava flow...on the Oscars and was wondering if it was made with nitrogen? Couldn't be...probably not...but the question was there in the back of my mind. So, I asked acouple of concerned questions yesterday on Yahoo! answers about nitrogen and ran across another question from a concerned step father who lost a son to a nitrogen blast at a "oil well" of all things. My advice was to get the log of the nitrogen truck to see if that oil well was even on his route. He may have gone to the site for other reasons like a girlfriend or a buddy. And, doesn't nitrogen crystallize the body into millions of pieces? Thus, there should be crystallized leaves and weeds which would give evidence that this "accident" happened. Not to mention the autopsies should show crystallized lungs. Dangerous material! Don't breath it in. I only know because I thought Rodney Dangerfield had complained to the police that someone had replaced his water pool with nitrogen while he was away and the pool man and a dog may have jumped in for a swim...right? Except the gossip goes further to ...???...that the delivery man was found dead later that day or the next inside the nitrogen truck because he either spilt some of the liquid onto his foot or he had breathed in the fumes...right? Anyways, I was typing in my question on Yahoo! answers and I thought to myself, "wasn't there another step father that had experienced the same thing and had asked the question years ago except it was at the Watchtower farm or an assembly of JW's and this nitrogen truck blew up for one reason or another and no one thought to themselves, "don't breathe in the fumes?"...Huh??? How do people order a truck of nitrogen? One would think that the driver would have to sign out and sign in and "sign here" on delivery and someone would have had to pay for the cost...right? I was probably dreaming this stuff up in my "stupid" head because I had been reading 1967 newspapers.
Interesting details like:
Earl of Harwood, cousin to Queen Elizabeth 11, asked for her "royal" consent to marry model Patricia Tuckwell from first wife, ?Maria Stein, I think?, as he was the 19th royal from the crown. "Oh sweetie you are not a royal", and I stopped, buy your son has such interesting if not, juicy bits of gossip...and would I want to have that door shut on my face?
Then there is this murder case reported July 06, 1967 which told of a girl's body being found dead near a swamp that had been involved in the making of the movie The Last Colony or The Lost Colony about some historical USA pesona.
Swamp? Swamp? Swamp? Why does that ring a bell? Did gossip have it that a virgin was being chased through a swamp but knowing it was a swamp she dodged and weaved hither and there and the Sinatras went around town asking, "did you see Uncle Birt?"
New York Times
Friday, July 07, 1967
"A SWEEPING BAN ON WIRETAPPING SET FOR U.S. AIDES"
Attorney General's Rules Also Bar Most Bugging Except in security Cases.
Those two sentences were the introduction into the new laws pertaining to wiretapping. Hoy people!?! Did you notice the word EXCEPT? Was it illegal for the owner of the Whitehouse that holds the mortgage papers to insist that when "strangers" are loafing about the gates and in this case "Erin Brocovich, Marion McKinnon and the Kinoshita sisters, as well as artists David and Paul from the Watchtower and others" as shown by security tapes" are loafing outside the Whitehouse, then it becomes a "security case" as they had also frequesnted the same hotel as the hotel in the same week that Robert Kennedy was shot as presented by FBI agents working on several cases where this same group has hounded other politicians, generals, FBI agents and famous stars. THAT is a security issue. It falls under "War Time Act". And, Nixon was right, "it is not breaking the law when the President of the United States does it", which may or may not have been a partial explanation but irregardless had nothing to do with Nixon as he was not the person in control of the security films and tapes in the Whitehouse. That surveillance was put into operation by the owner with the mortgage. The worse sin that Nixon did was to cover over the fact that Robert Kennedy survived the shooting and was living under an alias and the true identity of the man that broke into his own office to retrieve his files, security reels and confidential tapes, that being Robert Kennedy himself.
Section 111 National Security as released by Attorney General Ramsey Clark under "Memorandum on wiretaps" reads as follows:
(and it is the last paragraph)
The foregoing rules have been formulated with respect to all agency investigations other than investigations, directly related to the protection of national security. Special problems arising with rspect to the use of devices of the type referred to herein in national security investigations shall continue to be taken up directly with the Attorney General in the light of existing strigent restrictions.
(End of Paragraph which when translated under "continue" shall change according to the persistent problem meaning surveillance may be increased or decreased according to the seriousness of the charge.
What possible charge? Well, there is taking over legislation by means of the press as reporters may promote special interest groups into political positions to make possible bids on other positions. Hitler was excelled in this format. In order for the Nazi's who may have not all been Germans to take over countries...it is a well known historical fact...that the leaders had to be put in place that sympathized with the Nazi philosophies. Once the political seats had been obtained then the movement of Jews and other business people fall under the guise of "political correctness". With the movement of Jews, with or without trials, and business peoples, then came the "all properties were to be listed and sent to the so called German headquarters". I know the rule was placed right there in the movie, The Black Notebook.
It wasn't as if all German's benefited from the looting of said businesses. Yet, even in documentaries on the Haulocaust camps, Germans are quoted as saying, "after we burnt the bodies we took over the businesses"...and the man interviewed gave this little chuckle. Well, I am said to have, historically, German blood and I thought, "why is he laughing?" "Why wasn't he arrested?" He just admitted to being part of a scam where a family and familes were murdered and where he benefited from the murder by taking over the businesses not to mention homes, family valuables, cars, investments and whatever.
The Dutchess of York had admitted to her own advisers and to the Elsie Wigle family that, "England was already conquered and all we could do was to hide the Royals that were left" referring to my grandmother Mable Brown Jeffrey as Mable Brown Jeffrey switched with the real royal to allow her to die in peace in Windsor, Ontario, becoming the well known historical figure the Queen Mother of Elizabeth 11.
Hitler's success forced the issue of survellance at the White House when Erin Brocovich made phone calls to Sir Charles starting around 1968 and to Edith Kennedy as Erin's phone calls also went to Mr. Bugliosi and Nathan Knorr and to several jury's during the 1966 - 1970 trials of famous actors and politicians from, Canada, USA, England, Thailand, Japan, and other places of note. It never pays not to follow format even if a situation is only "a possibility"...right?
If Richard Nixon had authorized the wiretaps or surveillance then some people may take issue with it. But, Richard Nixon did not authorize the surveillance at the White House. Richard Nixon did not own the White House. He was just a visitor. And, the person holding the mortgage is saying quite loudly, "Erin Brocovich is not allowed in the White House." Owners do have the right to say so after following some of the trials that Erin Brocovich had been involved in and even if the owner was still in this year of 2009 was to say, "Erin Brocovich is not allowed in the White House" then I would say that the owner has the right to say who can come into the owner's house and who cannot come into the owner's house and if the said owner had been stalked by Erin, kicked by Erin, beaten by Erin, then the case would hold up in court...right?
Well, I off to Yahoo! answers because I suggested that the step father get soil samples from the site where his step son had died in this "oil well accident" from nitrogen blast. One should not handle nitrogen accidents without the proper hazard gear and mask and gloves.

Ads on wiretapping set me off. President Nixon did not lie when he made the statement, "when a President makes the decision...it is not a crime!" We, the audience, of course, have to accept that a two way discussion between President Nixon and another person actually took place. That is, that the entire conversation is based upon the "he said, she said" scenerio...right?
Let's re-examine the Richard Nixon so called, "crime":
1. The law allows for the wiretapping and for surveillance when an abduction has taken place. This law is still in place.
2. The law allows for the wiretapping and for surveillance when employees are continually harassed, and possibly assaulted.
3. The law allows for the wiretapping and for surveillance when family members and extended family members are being stalked EVEN in high profiled cases like actors and politicians.
4. The law allows for the wiretapping and for the surveillance when it is placed on one's own phone. It does not allow one to place wiretapping on someone else's phone without the legal paperwork being filed.
5. The law allows for wiretapping/surveillance teams when a Prime Minister, President, Vice President, and a King or Queen has been threatened verbally or physically on one's own phone and even possibility on the phone's of the stalkers and even on the house phone used by employees that may have dined with the stalkers. This falls under The War Measure's Act.
6. The law allows for the ATTORNEY GENERAL AND THE PENTAGON to request an investigation that may or may not require wiretapping and surveillance under the War Measure's Act.
Now keeping these laws in mind one must remember that President Nixon was only a guest living for a short spell in The White House. As a guest, he may have merely been informed that there was a wiretap placed on the phone in the kitchen or in the library or in the private residence of a maid or office clerk who had been viciously beaten on the way to work. Or, he may have been informed that an employee previously stalked and beaten for months is missing and that it could be assumed now "abducted". As a guest at The White House can the President overrule the owner that holds the mortgage on The White House. It has always been assumed that The White House is owned by the government. Is it? Is it not owned by the person holding the mortgage that pays the electrical, gas, and phone bill from a bank account owned by the mortgage holder?
The President, as a guest, has the right over the Presidential Red Phone, The Presidential Private Phone irregardless of where that phone is placed in the White House, Pentagon, FBI, and CIA buildings. And, in addition to that he has only the right over his bedroom phone under the privacy act and the phone in his private living area. The President is not allowed to venture into all parts of The White House without informing the Housekeepers as to why he would be traveling into such places without the consent of maids, butlers and housekeepers.
Their is a group of housekeepers, call them what you want, that are known as the "surveillance team". And, they do not differ that much from the one's found in lobbies in major hotels, bus terminals, railroad terminals, plane terminals and in other businesses. They guard the hallways and outside entrances. When a stranger hides in a hallway and possibly disappears for an hour or two...the surveillance team goes to work. When the invader is caught on video even if it is just on the lawn, they make the right phone calls, to the right legal department and they inform the Attorney General who sees to it that the right forms are filled out and filled under "classified". Once the name of the intruder has been properly identified then it is up to the Attorney General whether he or she wants to pursue a further coarse to discern "why" this person was intruding and if they "are working alone?"
It is the Attorney General who can even over rule the House and request a wiretap on the phone of an intruder and intruders and on a phone inside The White House used by the general public or a private line to a maid under, "War Measure's Act". If it is just a stunt the wiretap may be rather short but if the person breaking in past the gates without consent nor appointment is traveling with people identified in the past as "troublemakers, stalkers, scam artists, bounty hunters, phony police, phony FBI, phony CIA, and professional witnesses, jurors, judges in high profiled cases not having anything to do with a President, then the investigation may or may not branch out.
On Youtube, a woman posing as Grace Slick and identifying herself publicly as Grace Slick tells the public that Grace Slick was invited for tea at the White House by President Nixon and his wife possibly to talk about a new phone line being placed in the private living quarters for the President's wife...right? The woman posing as Grace Slick goes on to say that it would have been so easy to "put acid into the tea cup". By her own admission she may or may not have been part of a plot to poison a man that has a medical history that indicated that his heart and lungs, kidneys and spleen, may not have been able to tolerate an acid trip well not to mention his mental well being. Why would the public impose their decision over the President and especially over the Attorney General and dictate to them that they can not have an investigation without wiretapping and surveillance on a person that by their own admission was going to poison the President of the United States? Fact is, Grace Slick was already having tea when the imposter and her friends (known to have stalked others) presented themselves at the gate falsely as Grace Slick. And, further to this question on wiretapping is the fact that Grace Slick may have Royal dna right to Queen Victoria which may not be so strong in Queen Elizabeth 11. If a Royal is visiting and someone poses as that Royal and confessing later that as that Royal she was going to poison the President of the United States does that not fall under the War Measure's Act and Sedition? And, if today, that same woman, and those same people, lingering outside the White House is right at the front with the latest brides to the Royals...then what are they saying as to their motives back in the sixties and seventies where the surveillance cameras caught them on numerous times trying to break in through the White House gate?
And, besides all this, does a maid, have the right to request backup if she is being taunted, beaten, stalked and abducted by women posing as friends of Grace Slick, family members of Grace Slick....does that woman as an employee have the right to request a wiretap on her phone? Does her relative or guardian or employer have the right to do a wiretap is she is missing and abducted? Well, she wasn't the dead body at the swamp after working on the movie called, The lost Colony, was she?
And, on top of that the Watergate so called tapes had been made in the sixties prior to the July 1967 release of Ramsey Clark's Wiretapping memorandum. Get your facts straight people. A crime can only be committed when the law dictates that it is a crime. The law can not backlog offenses made before a law has been issued legally to all departments and signed as law on the books. Did Robert Kennedy have the right to break into his own office to retrive HIS files and his private things after a failed assassination? As Attorney General did he have the right to obtain his files and his hidden files from the 1950's and 1960's to protect the interest of other President's and politicians and cases that he had been involved in for NASA and others? He should have gone to the front door. We all know that. Yet, he was simply trying to keep alive and to find a new identity somewhere without bullets. He broke into his own office legal or illegally but since the building did not belong to him...it falls under illegal and as Robert Halderman he went to jail for the crime. It was not President Nixon that broke in nor did he authorize the breaking in to the Robert Kennedy office for the purpose of stealing one's own files. However, Estelle Parsons sat with Robert Kennedy/Haldiman in the White House to discuss the problem. President Nixon advised Robert Kennedy not to come out in public as Robert Kennedy. He didn't dictate it to him but he did not want to force him to do so as someone may blame him if another assassination claimed the life of Robert Kennedy. President Nixon did not have any claim to any tapes made in the White House. Robert Kennedy and Estelle Parsons had to figure out what tapes to give as requested.
"No one will ever believe that we don't have tapes."
So, they made tapes without President Nixon, and handed them over...conversations that had taken place that really didn't have anything to do with the Red Phone used by the President. And, even if the President had wondered into a kitchen area or the housekeeper's office to make a simple phone call...what of it? Estelle once used the Oval office phone to make a quick call and realized later when she was rebuked by the "surveillance team" as "hands off"...that she made a mistake in her hurry to phone in a new song composed by her to a studio for them to "copyright" for her. She just wasn't thinking politically. She was thinking My Fair Lady and needed a sounding board for her latest composition before the tune left her head. It has been known to happen that quickly. Singing in the bathtub and later musing, "what were the notes that I was singing?" Too late...they can leave the mind that quickly.
The public places it's trust into political hands. They pick someone and give them the name of Attorney General and they hope that when the Attorney General makes a decision that it is a wise decision. Should the public question motives occassionally? Of course they should. Should the public tie the hands of the Attorney General and dictate to the Attorney General that he can no longer do an investigation without a surveillance team? Isn't that what Germany did? Poland? Italy? Spain? Netherlands? and several other countries. Why should the Hitlers be allowed to wiretap but the people trying to do the honest thing not be allowed to wiretap for the public's safety? Why would anyone think that it is a crime for the President of the United States to defend himself and his family and employees from an abduction? I don't get it. Neither did he.
"It makes no difference what I do," President Nixon had said when asked to hand over tapes. "They are pushing for me to resign no matter what."
Robert and Estelle had thought otherwise. They thought in their puny little brains that if they handed over tapes that it would end the problem. Nixon was right. It bothered him that the public did not want him to use the word, "God", in his speeches. It bothered him deeply, that the public did not want a President to "pray to God", before making an important decision.
"I shall bend to the will of the people."
And he resigned. He shouldn't have...but he did. It makes one wonder if the Lord's Prayer was taken out of all the public schools in the United States of America.
I had a horrendous nightmare about Shirley Jane Temple and classmates. I am sitting in a chair waiting for "my turn" I guess. I don't know. The dream had no explanation. A man was thrusting his penis into a little girl of about seven years old. I thought that she was his daughter because he had referred to her as "his kid".
"You are a horrible father."
And, "You are doing it all wrong."
"This is the way that all the guys do it on my street."
"My daddy is a doctor! And, he told me the right way." And, what he didn't tell me...was in one of his books. A virgin was to be taken "lightly". The labia was to be stretched slowly over a period of days, weeks, possibly even a month or more. I know. It said so in the book. By the end of that day, she was dead, blood was dripping out of her mouth. I didn't understand the phrase, "my kid".
It turns out, I think, that it meant that he had purchased her somehow for ten dollars to pay for a tresspassing fine. It took about eighty men to pay for the fine and then she was dead. Myself, I found this blanket and placed it over my head as the police officers and judge watched and the public via the television hook up. A man came into this room which had been locked. In his hand, he had a sickle? Possibly an ax? Possibly a sword or knife. Without a second thought he plundged it again and again into the blanet filled with newspaper and scarf to form a body. I know I was peeking from behind a chair that was on it's side. End of dream. USA possibly 1948 - 1949. I was about three years old. I lost the dream and my mind floated to another as I slept and I could hear Ann Miller's harsh voice rasping out, "I TOLD YOU...not to hurt her."
Ann Miller had been a very abused young girl. She had a psychiatrist that she saw almost daily. She was taunted as the "worst daughter a man could have". She was hateful to an extreme degree. Very nasty. Very belligerent. Very tough. Very extreme. Very bullish. Yet, I heard that same bully voice dictating to the grown ups, "just you wait."
Ann was going to get even. It touched her that I would hug her. Ann was unhuggable. It touched her that I forgave her. It touched her that I didn't think that she was the worse person in a room. After all, at one trial, the judge insisted I was Ann and Ann was Shirley Jane Temple. She probably was just as talented as Shirley but it was her mouth that crossed her up. I was found guilty in court for all of Ann's misbehaviour. I forget the sentence. I never understood why the child stars were beaten into graves at the end of the movies. I didn't understand copyrights. I didn't understand how important a copyright was to a judge and to a priest. We had sung the tune, "Be Optimestic"..."don't be a boner"...and they were dead. It was enough to test one's belief in the Creator. We had been optimestic. We had hope. Why weren't we worth keeping and loving?
The barrett that Shirley Jane Temple had gone back into a jail cell for was not a manufactured barrett. It was merely a paperclip with a button rose or a piece of an artificial flower attached to it. It was not even worth mentioning. It had no value whatsoever. It was just a girl thing. It was just a human thing. That's all.
I had a partial dream about FBI John Douglas at the James Dunn house. Fishermen had said that they thought they had heard screams. I wanted to investigate managing to get to the entrance of a bush and I just couldn't it do it even with my Bible in my hand clasped to my chest. I went back to the FBI and asked John to come with me. He brought along with him several other FBI's and one local cop that I had met when Kiss All the Girls was being orchestrated. There was nothing extraordinary in the bush. Nothing at all. I was hiding behind John the whole way clasping the back of his shirt....clasping my Bible visible or invisble. My heart was jumping right out. I should have had heart failure but I didn't.
I relaxed. There was nothing there at all. I smiled and finally found that my feet could walk on their own.
"Look John! The old tree house."
I started to climb up the tree which was rather difficult and somehow my foot was caught in a vine or something. I couldn't go up. I felt suddenly like Marnie unable to move a hand. I wanted to go up and I couldn't go up because something or someone was pulling me down.
The cop reached up to grab my tangled foot to help me down. He went up.
Silence.
Did he say at that time...that there was parts of a small girl up there? Had her head and hand been sawed off? Who put her up there? Had she been killed somewhere else? Did someone hide her body parts up there because there was no place to find that would be a safe place? Isn't there a safe place for little girls? Did she have a barrett in her hair? How does one get such a body? Did someone deliver it in a bag? Was she suppose to have been the latest "supper"? I don't know. Marnie might now the answers. FBI John Douglas' adopted sister, Mariella might know the answers. I don't know the answers. Does John know the answers? I don't think so. We were so young. I don't even think that James Dunn was his real father. He might have been. I just don't know. His mother was murdered some time between a little seven year old and a little girl hidding behind a wooden chair. His father committed suicide after shooting himself in an airplane. John had the only parachute and we jumped together.
"Did either of you see (James Dunn)....?"
We had gone back to a studio. I don't even know why. We both nodded, "no".
I went with one of the Randolph Scott's to Canada. And, John went....??? To the streets of LA and NY and whereever. He was only about eight or ten years old. He just seemed the same age as me. Robert Rae Wigle was like ten years older then myself, maybe even twenty, yet he was a mere two years older than me. He just seemed so old.

Strange!?! I didn't know that the 1950 Dr. Sam Shepherd was called an "osteopathic doctor". What does that mean? I visited Sean Penn. He may or may not have accidentally been shot by Ryan O'Neil, who may or may not have accidentally fallen into a Hollywood acquarium filled with hot water in which, Sean Penn may have accidentally had a one foot burnt in the hot water. And, Sean may or may not have been the actor that was holding onto part of the bridge that had collapsed sending three to four other actors into the hot water? Whatever. I am visiting Sean Penn and he implored me to help him because he said, was it..."they are going to cut off my foot tomorrow"??? Well, first they should have tried to remove the bullet, drain the pus, and lift the leg up so that the blood and pus wouldn't pool in one spot...right?
"Who is the surgeon scheduled to take off Sean Penn's foot?"
A name was given. "Is he a surgeon?"
"He is a foot doctor."
Was it explained to me that hospitals really don't have surgeons willing to remove an arm or a leg...that they call in men that are "specialist at cutting off arms and legs"???
What does that mean? If I had a foot that had to be removed I want it to be a REAL surgeon not a man that carries around a saw and drill.
Was Dr. Sam Shepherd a real physician...a real surgeon or a horse doc with a saw to sharpened? And, if the hospital called in a "foot surgeon" not taught in a medical hospital...did the police also call in such a type of doc to do the Moses thing according to the Mosaic law to cut off the arm and leg of a runaway negro type person? Or a negro that may or may not have stolen something from someone or picked an apple off the ground to eat (as allowed by law when apple falls onto public land)? Was someone using old archaic laws to cut arms and legs off of actresses working on the Shirley Jane Temple series for copyright reasons and lawyers?
Something? Something? Something? But the boy on a bike was a young man I thought favouring the boyish looks of Cookie or Donald Trump...not that I mean to refer to either names with Sam Shepherd...but it was someone on a bike that had brought a dress for Shirley Jane Temple to wear as she was totally naked in a cold USA jail with no clothing left to wear as her clothes had been removed to pay for the judge or the lawyers fees. It doesn't even mean that he was involved in a murder. It doesn't even mean that there really was a female murdered. The newspapers reported the murder of a female and that may not have been the place where she was murdered. No....this was sort of a story to block a story...to block a story...to block a story....right? Not necessarily the home of James Dunn in another city???
The remains of a little girl were placed in a sack. The sack may have been picked up by her only relative which may or may not have been James Dunn and merely placed outside.
John and I climbed the tree. She had brown hair and a sweet disposition. We, she and myself, had been playing outside on the street and we sat down on the curb. She admired my barrett. We laughed and giggled and I stranded it on a strand of her hair. I think they murdered the wrong little girl.

Black Dahlia not Black Orchid. Yet, I am still not wholly focused. I surfed looking for clues about the Black Dahlia gal. I even took time out to look at an old newspaper clipping and wondered if the pencil pointing at Larraine Day had my fingerprints on it. There was a baceball game going on and J. E. Hoover really wanted to be there and not with me at all. Did I say the word, "daddy"?
???"Okay...daddy...it is your turn....???is up at bat...???is on second...come on daddy...give him a home run...right out of the stadium."
I was pretending to be there using my so called "angel eyes" as I explained to Hoover. And, even angels love to gossip.
"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Right out of the stadium."
He wasn't going to unlock the jail cell just to pick me up and rush over to the ball game....or would he?
Was Theodore Melbourne Wigle trying to earn some extra money under an alias along with cousin Rory Calhoun?
Had I met Larraine Day 1947? 48? I don't remember. I looked back at the pencil placed quite openly on the newspaper that red about the death of a woman that the press would later call, The Black Dalhia woman. Why didn't I just speak up in 1970 and shout..."it's all about copyrights and bank accounts...you morons...you idiots...you people who can't open a door for a month to take out people waiting for an ambulance."
I don't know. It had nothing to do with me I don't think. I itch for dna. I itch for copyright search. I itch to do a Doris Day search to see if she ever claimed to be related to our Larraine Day. Doris wasn't the worse person in a room and she did move monies into charities for Estelle Parsons 1970 - 1973 and she did take on the humongous task of helping out Terry who really wasn't her son at all.
"Bobby...did you ever notice how much Doris Day looks like Dean Martin's first wife?"
When I think of the Black Dahlia I think of Charleston Heston and I don't know why? I have prayed about it over and over again as if Jehovah was going to gossip and just let it slip out. "Where was Charleston Heston when I was at the studio in 1947?"
I don't think necessarily that Charleston Heston was a bad man. I just remember him and just that one little detail. I met him between 1947 and 1950 and something horrible had happened on the same day as I walked into a studio and as he was where?
Ryan O'Neil was his grandson you know. And Ryan lost a twin during an intense interrogation by so called police detectives during the making of the Shirley Jane Temple skits...you know?
I didn't think that Vince Edwards was necessarily an evil man. Mislead perhaps? Uneducated perhaps? Aboriginal background perhaps with no hopes for employment. There is a written law on the books be it the Whiteman's book or the Law that reads, "one does not hire an aboriginal". They are thieves, drunkdards, a lowly lot that have no rites nor controls over their own beings and their own properties. That is why we, the white people, the righteous, babysit them. "Otherwise, they would lose what they had to unscrupulous people looking for copyrights and free properties to build beautiful churches and organizations" one would think...right?
The question is...was Vince Edwards so desparate for work that he would take up the practise of removing the arms and limbs in a hospital that a real surgeon would not remove for conscious reasons, that is, that they had not eaten supper as of yet, and for a few tuppance more, someone with real skills could do it for them.
It does take practise and prefection to remove an arm that is true. Yet, if Vince was involved and legally hired to do so, he drew the line at children...I don't know why I know that...I just know that he would not remove an arm. The thing is that when his wife was murdered Shirley Jane Temple was in a hospital or a jail and there were these interrogation sessions that were deployed to prove that this was "a stupid child" and "should be put to death under the stupid child (negro) laws or lunacy or "idiot" clause which has many descriptions. All sorts of physicians called to explain that Shirley was right.
"Blue eyed babies cannot be produced from a man or a woman that does not have blue eyed dna in the background."
Over and over they argued and the specilist would call and side with Shirley. Did Sam Sheperd phone the FBI...the wonderful...the priviledge...to explain in terms that even "an idiot" could understand that it is possible for a person jumping off a train to be going at a different speed than the train under the "relativity law"?
Did Sam Shepherd understand the definition of the phrase, "conveyor belt" where the political voted in did not understand as they were from the poor south that did not have washrooms as of yet?
Something? Something? Something? I have a strange feeling that the said "pencil" laying on the Black Dahlia story is in a vault in a LA studio or an old FBI file or hidden room known only to FBI profiler Annie Fields in the new FBI building in La.
Why was I so reluctant to voice an opinion? What was I afraid of? What was I waiting for?
A mistake. I was waiting for a mistake to happen that would clear me of all charges, past, present and future. I may have been waiting for the judgement period of Armageddon which reads, "from this point on those who die that will not change will not be resurrected". Gehanna time.
Huh?

Roshmaltaya? First Angel...hmmm? The God Melack is almost the same meaning as first angel but I am not sure. Children are less sure. Shirley Jane Temple learnt a valuable lesson 1948 - 1950 and that was to be careful for what one wished for when one is speaking outloud in front of earthlings and angels.
Humans really can't visit a ballpark while being caged in a cell by someone like J. E. Hoover. It was just that she knew some of the players and really wanted to be there in that stadium. She was playing at being there. So she played that she was stripping up Lou. Humans cannot trip up another human. Only an unseen angel can follow through on something like that. Yet humans will insist, "look what I can do?" But, it is not them moving a chair or a candle. It is an unseen spirit. And some unseen powerful creatures seem to prefer Ireland and the United States more than Canada. However, I wouldn't want to personally put that theory to a test.
It is like, Elijah is being harrassed and three times fire comes down from Heaven and eats up the armies and he is just this old man. Later Elisha is traveling with Elijah and fifty soms of the prophets are stalking the two and in 2 Kings 2:8, "Elijah took his official garment and wrapped it u and struck the waters, and gradually they were divided tis way and that way, so that both of them went across on the dry ground."
These men are humans. The garment is just a hairy animal skin with a leather belt. Humans and animal skins can not do magic. The Holy Spirit can do magic but there is also the presence of unseen angels. Jesus, the human, and I am certainly not finding fault with him, "turns water into wine" at a wedding when the bride and groom ran out of wine.
He says it and water turns into wine. Shirley Jane Temple plays at being at the ballgame and wants her team to win so badly that she acts out the part of tripping Lou by putting out her foot. Humans can not trip someone.
And, it is like this First Angel thing. Shirley Jane Temple thought that Jehovah was her father next to an earthly father somewhere but after prayerful reflection came to the conclusion that it wasn't Jehovah at all that was her father. Her father was Head of State which leaned more towards Lucifer. By her own political being she is the daughter of this world's ruler.
What if there is a whole world of unseen beings...products of unions between angels and human women pre flood? I had such a dream just now and it woke me up. I dreamt that I was an angel in Heaven standing among congregated angels. First Angel here, and I am not sure he is First Angel, is not on a throne. He is seating among thousands of angels all dressed in white virtually all looking the same with the exception that they all have their own identities. He was sitting with the happy crowd as opposed to the Hell's angels type. And, I went over and sat on his lap. What a surprise? I wasn't afraid of First Angel. And, it made me sit up.
"That couldn't have been Jesus."
I always thought that First Angel was Jesus. Well, yes, Jesus is First Angel but what if the Highlanders didn't know about Jesus completely. After all, Jesus didn't visit this earth as a human till 2 B.C. Oh, they caught glimpses of him as he darted about between the Seventh and the Third Heaven. This is true. They may have even heard about Jehovah's threat to "create enmity between you and the woman and between your seed and her seed. He will bruise you in the head and you will bruise him in the heel," (Genesis 3:15).
There would be enmity between the Seventh Heaven and the Third Heaven until the final war between this Jesus and Lucifer with Lucifer being jailed for a thousand years and afterwhich he along with all the angelic rebels and rebellious humans will be thrown into the Lake of Fire not necessarily the Sun itself but something equally as hot...completely destroyed.
So who was this cheerful First Angel sort whose lap I sat on just like that. I awoke embarrassed. Iris does not go around sitting on laps. I did not see it as a sin in my dream. It was as natural as drinking a glass of water.
"Wow! There's a nice lap to sit on."
It boogles my mind that I was that easy. But is he an evil angel. It is understood that when the nation of Israel fell, first to Babylon, than to the Romans, then to Germany, that the First Angel fell down with the nation. Is that true? But which First Angel? Jesus, the Messiah, First Born of all the angels, in the Seventh to the Third Heavens? The First Angel born just before that torrential rain ruined the earth? That is, part human or part angel First Angel?
Shirley Jane Temple may have thought she was singing to FIRST ANGEL or maybe that was the name she always knew him as and all the other angels from the Seventh to the Third would have known who First Angel was that she was singing to,
"First Angel, First Angel, I adore you, will you stay and play with me, will you help me or will you merely let me die?"
At any rate, I married the First Angel in Heaven and when I was fully sitting up I said to myself, "how could I just jump out of Heaven like that? I mean if I was married to a angel with human tendencies one would think that I just couldn't jump out of Heaven to help children being beaten to death in deathcamps without permission."
That is, even a wife, must obtain permission. Yet, I didn't. I just jumped. Honeymoon over and there I was jumping like, "had fun...see ya."
First Angel is not Gabriel as in the movie Iris (and Gabriel).
"What is your Heavenly name?" inquired J. E. Hoover.
Shirley Jane Temple leaned on the chair as placed in the jail cell speaking out loud to a crowd hidden behind a camea and two way mirror.
"Ga...", she leaned slightly, "bri..." more leaning to avoid a possible lie, "ella". With an a at the end, not to be confused with the male gender of Gabriel. No, she was female. Definitely a Gabriella. And, a Gabriella that believed in Jehovah, God of the Universe. One thing stood out. She did not want to be sold as a prostitute to pay for a judge's fee. It never occurred to her that there were men posing as judges that roamed the streets in the USA looking for possible cases so they would have monies to pay for rent. It is much like the foot doctor with saw in hand roaming the corridors in hospitals looking for a foot or a hand to saw off when a physician had determined that such part needs to be severed. That is what happened to Linda McCarney, Paul's wife. She was in an car accident. Her legs were not injured and when she awoke...she was missing half a leg. Estelle Parsons had been called to the USA as it was suggested that Linda was her daughter.
"But, she is not my daughter."
They just wonder about in hospitals looking for anyone with a possible bank account...impossible?
All I want at this point in my life is a small little house in the middle of nowhere completely far away from the crowds.
Jesus didn't always sit on God's right hand.
Hebrews 1:1-14
"God, who long ago spoke on many occassions, and in many ways to our forefatehrs by means of he prophes, has at the end of these days spoken to us by means of a Son, whom he apponted heir of all things, and through whom he made the system of things. He is the reflection of HIS glory, and the exact representation of his very being, and he sustains all tings by the word of his power and after he had made a purification for our sins he sat down on the right hand of the Majesty in lofty places. So he has become better than the angels., to the extent that he has inherited a name more excellent than theirs.
For example, to which one of the angels did he ever say: "You are my son; I, today, I have become your father"? and again: But when he again brings his Firstborn into the inhabited earth, he says: "And let all God's angels do obeisance to him."
Also, with reference to the angels he says: "And he makes his angels spirits, and his public servants a flame of fire." but with reference to the son: "God is your throne forever and ever, and the scepter of your kingdom is the scepter of uprightness. You loved righteousness, and you hated lawlessness. That is why God, your God, anointed you with the oil of exultation more than your partners." And: "You are the beginning, O lLord, laid the foundations of the earth itself, and the heavens and the works of your hands. They themselves will perish, but you yourself are to remain continually; and just like an outer garment they will all grow old, and you willwrap them up just as a cloak, as an outer garment' and they will be changed, but you are the same, and your years will nevr run out."
But with reference to which one of the angels has he ever said: "Sit at my right hand, until I place yor enemies as a stool for your feet"? Are they not all spirits for public service, sent forth to minister for those who are going to inherit salvation."
The sitting of Jesus at God's right hand was not before Adam and Even, unheard of at the Flood, not even mentioned while Jesus walked as a human on the earth. We waited till the Apostle Paul was taught by Jesus and Paul penned the explanations, "after he had made a purification for our sins he sat down on the right hand of the Majesty in lofty places."
After he was nailed on a stake some refer to as a cross. After he died as a human. After he preached the disobedient angels and the angels held in Tarsus. After he was resurrected to the Seventh Heaven...then Jesus the Messiah, Michael the Angel, sat down at the right hand of God and God gave him a new name.
And the name is not just about his reign for a thousand years because after that is all over with and this planet dies, God tells us that this angel will LIVE FOREVER.

John Tell was said to be the son of Adlai Stevenson and ?Eden Borden. I know. I know. She looks a little like the Black Dalhia lady. But, it is such a common face. No...I mean it. I had to take a closer look at the so called General Custer and his so called wife and it is like, "Gosh, she looks so much like Queen Mary.) Photos of some of the Kennedy clan also bare that same type of ace belonging to Queen Mary. Mary Elizabeth I think??? Was Custer invited to pose with one of the daughter's of Queen Victoria and/or many cousins? Life is indeed bizarre.
Are my fingerprints on the photo of John Tell? It is like part of me does not believe that everyone of those people in that photo were still alive by 1970. John Tell was alive. He had another name that he uses today. FBI John Douglas probably knows that name. I thought like John, he was on his own, and like me had to depend on the kindness of relatives and strangers to make it through the teen years.
I don't know why Adlai Stevenson was in court 1948 - 1953. I don't know if they applied for part ownership of the Shirley Jane Temple skits that is if the three boys had played in them at some point along with Ingraham and Junior???
Very few people know that the older and much wiser Shirley Black Temple was moving monies for Estelle Parsons. Her duties at the United Nation included keeping abreast with the electrical bills. Then, this third person showed up claiming to be Shirley Jane Temple in old age and Natalie Wood came out of hiding to do Shirley Jane Temple or Shirley Jane Black. According to Natalie Wood, it was to "push the other woman back" but she wasn't refering to Shirley Jane Temple nor to Anne Miller nor to Shirley Jane Black. I don't know who she was. Was I told that she was possibly one of Jehovah's witnesses? Friend or Foe? Connections with Catholic Priest Nathan Knorr? I am not sure. I just know that the Shirley Jane Temple, not Shirley Black Temple, monies are in a trustfund until old age which will be coming up soon when the clock turns the big 65...right?
I feel very sad tonight. So few things gave me pleasure in life. I don't long for jewels. I rarely, if ever, wear a ring. I long for the rocks and the bush. I long to hear the sound of running water. ABBA gave me pleasure. ABBA gave me joy. ABBA gave me comfort. And, I had my Bible and notes on Biblical archaelogy. I never owned an Elvis record, Bobby Darin, Leann, etc.
I had two cds. Willie Nelson and Patsy Cline. Now, I have branched out to Janis Joplin and Leann. I have yet to purchase my first Linda Rondstat record. Those things are luxuries. Luxuries can pay for gas and for Watchtower magazines and Bibles and fare for the homeless. I was not raised to think of luxuries. I was not raised to think of myself. Frankly, I never gave much thought to this person called Elsie (no middle name) Wigle. I find myself, standing back and saying with all my heart, "I admire you."
The last mint of the Canadian bill bares a closer resemblance to Elsie this time then to Elizabeth. She would be rolling over in her grave. She was so unassuming...content with growing flowers and spending time walking.
I awake each day now saying, "I am a sinner."
"I never realized how much I have sinned in my life", that is until I started to think about it. I have never went looking for a lover nor an affair. I did go looking for a fight though when Agnethea went missing. 1978: it changed everything.
So, my friends who might meet me when I am resurrected is as follows ABBA and Shirley Black Temple and JW Trudy Larose.
What can I say about Trudy? Bjorn would have enjoyed having a cup of tea with her. He being the down to earth type. I don't remember her gossiping. I remember that she was a kind person and she thought that I was worth knowing. I would leave a JW convention to do the hourly toilet rounds and there she would be on the end sitting with her hand out to grab onto me just to say, "I love you." And, as I walked by other older ones would do the same. Others would say, "why are they doing that?" They, old ones" shouldn't be doing that.
"They just haven't seen me for awhile."
"Like what difference does that make?"
Because there are still people in this world that like a hug.

Back to the archaic gossip albeit Lambert Jospeh Wigle partner to the Girty brothers and to others sympathetic with the American Revolution but true Loyalists to the Kings and Queens of Europe. Thus, later, when England required her "sons" to go to Africa during the Boer War of 1899 my grandfather Lambert Joseph Wigle entered as a medic along with Frederick Cutforth and broke in horses for the soldiers. Other Cutforths pursued carears in England and at least one was in the Cival War.
In the meantime, there were at least two missing Russian princesses but I am not sure exactly where history would place Anastasia. The Russian Revolution was in 1917 but there were problems for the Royals around the world prior to 1914. My grandfather knew all about the German royals.
Queen Mary Elizabeth is an oddity in my brain because I am not sure where to place her exactly. She seems to be enterwined with the Prussian Princess Elizabeth that may have been a polite way of saying Russian Princess although historians may have presented her as a German royal thus the name German became part of the Tudor line possibly.
Fact: There was a ROYAL princess that entered into a marriage into the so called Tudor line except after the vows things broke apart...that being...that the new said husband was not a royal as presented, that being that said husband wanted her to sign over all royal bank accounts in her name, all royal assets were to be signed over into his name including the vaulted Tudor jewels...right? Upon her refusal...she was promptly beaten and ridiculed by his family and possible old mistress...one can assume...right? Thus, she already had grounds for a divorce from all courts and religions before the marriage ran a months course....right? She escaped at first notice and went to the new world. It may have been that she already had an appointment there to meet with a political persona and secretly meet with the Wigle clan through a soldier by the name of Cutforth...right?
The King had issued a warning to the Americans to free all negro slaves. Queen Victoria also warned the Americans to free the negro slaves purchased before and after the "new rules" on slavery that being that the Bible said, slaves were to be set free, old and new, after fifty years or on the date of Jubilee even if they just purchased the slave the year before. However, lawyers argued back to the House of Britain, that many of the negros were not slaves but they had signed "contracts" stipulating that the cost of these new black, white, Spanish, Italian, Jewish, immigrants to the Americas was to be paid off in the form of work plus the clothing and the cost for food and lodging which bought more time. The House of Britain could not overule the "contract" which was to have expired when the cost of travel by ship had been paid off. In the meantime many of the blacks preferred to continue working after the contracts had run it's course. Thus, one will see photos and drawings of blacks fighting with the Yankees.
Kate had asked during the filming of Dances with Wolves why a light skinned negro with a feather in his cap was "working for the wrong side?" He seemed out of place. He understood why some of the negros had fought for the south against the wishes of the North. The Civil War was not just about slavery. And, the right to set one's own course without restraint. Not content with the response from the Americas and seeing said "contracts" to be a form of slavery the Royals sent enyoys to scout out the situation. When they said that the blacks who wanted to return to Africa, who wanted to be set free after "contracts" were paid...they were to be given their freedoms. They were to be allowed to purchase their own properties and build their own homes. The children of servitudes were NOT to be part of the package signed by a parent or guardian.
It was a great opportunity for Mary Elizabeth to travel and escape a husband that had violated the marriage bed. Upon her arrival to the Americas she was met and an appointment was set with the Wigle clan to purchase blacks and remove them to Canada to the Huffman and Wigle farms a historical fact kept in the files of Fort Malden, Amherstburg, Ontario.
There are so many unsaid explanations as to why General Custer had a photo taken with Queen Mary Elizabeth. A parital explanation would be that she could carry the photo through the United States which would match up with other photos along the trial. Thus, when Shirley Jane Temple did the movie about the North and South on the streets of Sandwich (now part of Windsor, Ontario, Canada she was reinacting some of the story as told by Lambert Jospeh Wigle as told by Shirley to the director who made the movies. The Sandwich Street Train Station dates this movie as the director had to gain permission from the mayor and clan for the right to use the old train station/bus terminal and the Canadian owner's permission.
One can only wonder if the man that Queen Mary Elizabeth divorced within a month of the vows was related to Montbatten...right? And they wouldn't stop. Even after a second marriage where her husband disappeared a non royal relative showed up to see if she would pass him off as her husband. That is a fact. Were these people related to Hitler? I don't know but during both world wars their were borgs trying to penetrate into the royal family line and Hitler was quite upset that he and his kin were not accepted. In due time, General Custer would have to die off, Sitting Bull would have to die off and Queen Mary could continue on the throne as the rightful ruler without the consent of non royals who had tried to place themselves on the same footing as the Tudors, the Stuarts and the Windsors....right?

I heard it through the grapevine. It is said that Queen Mary married George V and that they had an only daughter by the name of Mary which, according to gossip was my maternal grandmother that died of scleroderma around 1953 in Windsor, Ontario. The same Mary that had switched with her non Royal cousin who has been known in history as the Queen Mother of the said Elizabeth 11. If that was the case was Mary Brown Jeffrey actually only in her mid fifties when she passed away or was she much older than her non Royal cousin? Switching identities can be a confusing state of affairs...right? Family gossip (that was never had to have occured) was this: Are the following questions true? Did Queen Mary enter into a marriage against her will as imposed by others?
2. Was the man posing as George V really a British
Royal and subject of the UK?
3. Did he forget to mention to anyone that he already
had a wife prior to the so called wedding to
Queen Mary?
4. Did he bring his wife, his first mistress, into the
Palace bed?
5. Were Royal Russians presented in the UK courts
and political system as British royals?
6. Did the so called George V insist to Queen Mary
that Queen Mary was to sign abdication papers
and call upon his non royal son by another woman
as "the next King" within a day of the so called
wedding?
7. Would George Lascelles, 7th Earl of Harwood
pass the dna for Royals?
8. Would the Lascelles Harwood blood go back to
Netherlands, Polish or Germans?
9. Was George Lascelles related in any way to the
dna of Hitler?
10. Did Hitler go on a rampage searching vigoursly
for the missing Queen Mother, daughter and
grandaughter?
11. Was Elizabeth 11, if she did make such a claim,
that the reason for the massive collection of
Jews particularly of women was because Hitler
was searching for the missing Royal women and
at the least was looking for a look a like to place
on the throne in lieu that he couldn't find the real
Royal to force into a marriage alliance?
12. Is Sir Charles and Princess Anne related to
George Lascelles, The 7th Earl of Harwood, and
not Queen Victoria, Queen Mary nor the Queen
mother nor the Houses of Russia, Germany,
Italy, STUART and Windsor?

Whatever...according to Lambert Jospeh Wigle, son of Lambert Joseph Wigle, sone of Lambert Jospeh Wigle, etc, etc, etc.....was he correct in stating that the woman in the photo was NOT the wife of Custer but the missing Royal Princess Mary?

March 03, 2009
News Tidbit:
Dennis James Cutforth awoke at 11:30 this morning. First question he asked was, "why did you drink my beer last night?"
I left some beer in the bottle.
"I don't understand Dennis. Why didn't you buy two bottles of beer...and a small bottle of wine?"
I can't feel sorry for him even if he is hobbling around from a painful hockey accident. He told me all about it. A 230 pound Jehovah's witness, "turned around".
"He (obviously should not have turned around) didn't dodge (he was suppose to stay still."
"In other words, you plowed into him. You were going too fast."
"He doesn't know how to play hockey."
I rest my case. I can't feel sorry for him. It is like when he injured his knee playing hockey. He woke up and could barely walk in the year 1998. I helped him into the kitchen...into the bath...into the livingroom in our Barclay Road, London, Ontario house.
"How did this happen to you?" I felt so sorry for him.
"Playing hockey last night."
I let go of him. Hobble on your own mister. I can't and won't feel sorry for a JW that goes to play hockey but can't make it out on Saturday to preach to people about the ungodlinesss of this System of Things as protrayed by Satan. Just ask JW's. Every assembly the JW's bring it up at their assemblies. Why is it that there are JW's that can play hockey on Friday nights but can't make it to the Saturday preaching activity. The dates where changed. Why is it that there are JW's that can't do the hockey thing on Monday night but are absent at the Tuesday meetings...huh?
At one point though I wanted to put up my hand and say, "but have you ever noticed Mr. New York Circuit Overseer that none of these hockey players ever cheated on their wives?"
I know. The JW hockey wives did a count. Why? Because they are too engrossed in hockey and in injuries to do the "running around thing." Ha!
News Tidbit
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Toronto Star
Front Page Highlights
Slain man lived life of wealth and Tragedy (as told by Niclole Baute
Glen Davis, 66, multimillionaire philanthropist son of Nelson Davis died after being shot twice in the torso.
"Should have had a cigar on him?"
Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!
"Hey isn't this a photo of the so called Andrew Lloyd Webber non composer of The Phantom of the Opera?"
I thought this photo died a long time ago and was replaced by studio owner with Rick Mornais?
"Andrew Lloyd Webber really didn't have a pig nose Dennis," as said to a cripple hobbling to the washroom on his own. Did he hear me at all? "He use to use plastic on the tip of his nose to make it look like he was a pig?"
What was his real name? UK...? Was he related in some way to the Brit's Prime Minister? Brother? Something. Not to me. Not to Estelle Parsons. Not to Pier Angelina or Angelina Pier. Not to Audrey Hepburn 1and 2.
"Hey? Look at this photo...he reminds me of someone."
The photo is that of businessman Marshall Ross charged with first-degree murder in the death of so called Glen Davis as told by reporters Michele Henry (aboriginal tone there in that name), Daniel Dale and Peter Edwards not related at all to Blake Edwards...right?
"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Kiss the Girls (Ashley Judd movie) JW man accused of being involved with the JW girls that died while streetwalking near the Green River."
Bathroom door is closed and obviously there is no reply from hockey player (would be Peter Mahavolich).
Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!
Back to Water movie made in India. I know that it looked like the young girl travelling in a boat was possibly a woman of the evening. However, the man that she was meeting had connections to the political scene and without ID and passport she really did need someone who could make "one telephone call to a rather large ship docking in the UK somewhere."
It would take about a week for the ship to arrive at the Indian Port with new ID, luggage and passport. In the meantime, fair is fair, and movie making is movie making.
Sister Theresa looks up at the woman walking towards her dressed in the "widow" apparel. The pope and popes would never have approved. Hey rent is rent.

1950 - 1953, FBI John Douglas under another name asked his child wife as a child groom, "when shall I see you next?"
They were holding hands in view of the adults none of whom were friends nor family nor extended families. The judge had ordered them "not to be seen with each other till they reached the age of 21 years old" despite the legal marriage certificate signed by both children with their lawyers present to avoid testifying in a courtroom before a white man claiming to be a judge in the USA. They were forbidden to write to each other. They were forbidden to give each other addresses. And, they went with the flow.
Sinners...you say. Undoubtedly!?! I say it with a question because we didn't want to sin and we didn't want to go to prison on false charges and we didn't want to die. I had been adopted by his so called father and so called father and they were all dead. Children do not have rights I don't think in any country. Perhaps in this Heavenly Kingdom? Perhaps one day when someone is sent a gift...that gift legally belongs to the person that the gift was intended for. Perhaps one purchases land with money one made and owns then the land will belong to them. Perhaps one day when one owns a copyright legally then one really owns the copyright legally. And, perhaps one day a groom may met a bride and maybe not.
"I forgot John that we had married."
How many people even remember what they did when they were six or seven years old? The January 1967 marriage? Well, I have no explanation at this time for that marriage a second time except to say I was tortured by JW's in Montreal and everyone knew, "don't touch me."
I will NOT change the charge and I will take the charges right up to Jehovah's nose Himself. I won't lie to cover over embarrassment. I won't lie to further "the good news" that the message of Jesus might be preached in all the earth. THAT is the message. A woman has the right over her own body, in and out of a marriage, with or without the consent of the Watchtower, Catholic Church, Protestant church, Buddhist, Islamic, Muslim, Hindu and whatever.
I look forward to the judgments by Christ Jesus...don't you?

Nothing is always clear. A child raised as a foster child knows nothing. There are no answers. She may or may not have been given in marriage to a husband...right? It get's confusing. When looking at an old case for example, in India, and asking pertinent questions, I was told of a case where a baby had been raised by a Hindu, married to a Muslim as a child bride, but had her virginity intact when he "kicked the bucket". I guess that means that he died. It was just a phrase used in one of the court cases where I was suppose to be accused of something or in reference to a witness or in reference to me. It is not necessarily "dead". It just means that the person that is being referred to probably "kicked the bucket" at one time or another. The phrase is not crossed examined by men posing as lawyers in the back of the courtroom. No lawyer is sitting with the accused. She defends herself, without a lawyer, as best as she can.
"Actually, he wasn't her father." (with reference to India child bride).
"He was her foster father and as a foster father he is also considered to be her husband."
Like part of the family chattel?
"How did he obtain her as a child?"
"He is her uncle?"
That changes everything. We have here a child bride from a once very wealthy family that was placed with an uncle who is her father but not her father...he is the uncle and the uncle, as next of kin, has the legal right to marry off his daughter/wife to another man? Or does he?
It is easy to say that one is an uncle...that one is a foster father and one is husband or in other words something like an "owner".
"How do you know that he is the uncle?"
Dna did not exist at one time? What if he was the gardener? What if he had been the cab driver? How does one establish the rights of a child inheritor as having the legal rights to a trust fund? If the child inheriting the monies is not legally allowed to touch "her monies and properties till twenty-one years of age", then why are the adults allowed to touch it without informing her and her lawyer and next of kin dna proved?
When is a mistake not a "mistake"? When the mistake is carried on and added to year after year after year until it reaches almost sixty years of being a scam artist and associates of those who use the laws and bend them with their own lawyers, judges, jurors and witnesses? When one employs lies upon lies for decades until an angel does not want to be part of it....is that the answer? When Jesus, the messenger, starts to hack up the vomit...the poison...that he is not permitted by Holy Spirit to defile himself with?

I think that the visit to the James Dunn home may have been in 1989 only because I think of Jason Robards. My fingerprints are on the papers and script dealing with the movie Parenthood and Keneau Reeves may have been kin to Bobby Darin. Movies are not always about money. The making of a movie may just be simple started because someone wanted to promote a kid like Keneau Reeves.
Rustic Diane Wiest had a falling out with Jason Robards. He had been hired by Estelle Parsons to move some of her money into charities. It was like he thought that HE owned the money in this account...right? Was he power hungry? And Estelle said to him in the studio right to his face that "if you don't want this job just say so."
They were not screaming at each other. It was a very polite conversation. Then, it was like he had this major stroke after she had left town like the same month or perhaps year. The thing with gossip is that it seems like yesterday when it may have been months earlier. Perhaps Jason was just getting tired of all the excitement of going into a studio. Very busy place...very busy...high blood pressure time.
Thing is there was a more important reason for this meeting. It had to do with certain phone calls or certain associations that linked him possibly to one of the fishermen in the Green River murders and/or phone calls to and from JW's in the LA area???
The fishermen were pivitol to the situation as they may or may not have been actors or Oscar attenders or cameramen. There was a tie between the streetwalking JW women and acouple of murdered actresses and musicians not necessarily to Jason Robards but his name was linked in with an associate of a suspect possibly and Estelle had come right out to ask Jason if he had anything to do with this fisherman right? He was very upset. High blood pressure time but the question had to be asked. It was asked behind his back. It was asked right to his face. He was not involved with the Green River murders but it was a warning not to get to friendly with certain people running together.
I don't understand this "no one can wiretap" thingy. If there was a borg of three thousand serial scam killers with harems that removed arms, legs, faces and fingers wouldn't someone out there want to find out who these people were and put a stop to such activities?
There was a body in the morgue possibly 1987-1989. The hair had been shaved off I thought but I could be wrong or merely cut very short. The face was gone, the breast area, the public hair, part of the stomache where the uterus once sat. We thought at first that it was a man. I thought it was a man because the fisherman had said that they had seen a man in a house in a chair and his head was on his lap. The cadaver was very much like the Black Dahlia Hollywood uterus removed woman except she had been cut up into pieces.
The uterus is removed as a baby may have been formed which would lead to dna and the genitialia, rectum to remove the sperm possibly. People like this should never be resurrected. But three to several thousand of them?
I looked up info on Jason Robards and it said in his bio that he died in 2000. Whew! I thought he died from a stroke right after the movie Parenthood had finished. I liked Jason. He enthused a sence of power and stability. He was like my father Theodore Melbourne Wigle...never screamed...rarely raised the voice. The whisper was more deadly. I always felt comfortable around him. His looks reminded me of the Shakels more than Wigles, O'Briens, O'Connors, and the Ilers.

Bruce Willis is being sued because "he quit" according to the director of "The three Joans."
Huh!?! As in the three faces of Joan of Arc or just three plain jane Joans?
Oh.....it is tempting don't you agree? I would love to be there dressed up in a sailor's suit with a fake mustache and/or large breasts. Bruce is, how can I describe Bruce Willis. One rarely gets the priviledge of being tempted with really old fashioned sage wine. But, just the wiff is a priviledge and Jesus is going, "huh?"
Jesus knows all about Bruce Willis and Bruce does not belong in Heaven. Then again, neither does King David of Israel. Bruce is a "huh? Come again?" type of guy...a trait we share in common. You know, when people say things like, "Ann Margaret was a prostitute." Bruce would be one of the first to give this, "huh? Come again?" He is a born sceptic. Why would Ann Margaret want to prostitute her body when all she would have had to do, if she wanted a good time and money, is go dancing. Or, place her name on the "if your new musician or boy needs an arm to hang onto and his photo in the newspapers across the world" give me a call and I expect to be paid in advance. Ann did not need to stand with high heels on a corner. It amused me to watch Bruce, even from a long distance. And, the fans know it. They know that side eyed glance that never actually stops focusing straight ahead. It is just a flicker of the pupil for just a moment. One would never want to go straight at Brucie Baby...they wouldn't win. It would have to be a surprise attack and even then Bruce would have mapped out in his mind where all the rocks and knights would be placed.
"He's here...she's there...he's there...she's here."
He had an FBI badge in Annie Field's FBI desk. Maybe it is still there.
I remember once that Bruce said something like, "you know..............???...........well ....???....ain't walking straight anymore." Well, at least for a day or two. He said it with a growl like as if Estelle was suppose to be upset.
Huh? What in the world is he jabbing on about? And, he was still angry about the whole situation. Steam was still coming out of his ears. What did this have to do with me? April Fool's husband? Inherit all of daddies concubine so called owner? What? Who? It smacked Estelle right in the middle of the eyes.
She grabbed Bruce for just a second, least she crinkcle his suit, and gave him a hug and several unwanted quick kisses, "thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you."
"Huh!"
But his eyes were still forcused ahead of him as he rested his back on the wall. No matter how bad boy he is...he is still...like wow. Even when he gets dressed down and the crowd goes "ugh" they still love him well, except the time he put on lipstick, that didn't go over to well with the public. All I can say if you have any spare money go sit in on the Bruce Willis Joanie thing. And, if you are Bruce Willis don't go in there Bruce...send a lawyer. Don't drive a car Bruce...hire a bodyguard to drive...let him get the ticket and spend the year in jail...just ask Leo Cohen.
You mite never be told exactly why you are arrested Mr. Public Speaker man.
Ahhhhh? I have seen so many newspaper reports that I have read that lifted my eyebrows and to each I have said, "I am not going to the USA."
Bruce....???...my heart will miss that last bite and last swallow of coffee. I am a born snoop. Just ask the Dreamaker fudging my dreams, "why did the angel called Zenith jump down from Heaven without permission from anyone?"
"She wanted to snoop."
Some people fall because of a man or a woman then there is the snoop team.

The Dream Maker has come up with a new segment in my dreams last night. Back to the sage of FBI John Douglas & Mariella.
The FBI had been visited in LA by three fishermen insisting that a murder/suicide had taken place at the old homestead belonging to John Douglas also known occasionally as John Tell also known occasionally as John Sourpuss (1950).
The inside of the house was thoroughly gleaned. Pea in the toilet may or may not have belonged to a night visitor or to one of the many fishermen from the day before. A John Douglas fingerprint had been left on the refrigerator and the tap and the front door. The crime scene had already been compromised by Annie Fields as she laid dreamily on the bed and was caught tiptoeing in her bare feet. There was an unidentified fingerprint on one of the lamps. Annie had found a Sandra Dee memorandum and knelt down on the floor to read it out loud as only one of the Sandra Dee's could have read it. Impatiently John and the other FBI had moved into the bedroom. One lone FBI camera man, perhaps a fan of Sandra Dee, stayed behind mesmerized as Annie Fields shuffled through several personas. She had pulled off the brown wig and under the brown was a soft blond. Everyone knows that to do Sandra proud it is best to do it as a blond. Head bent, engrossed in the reading, Sandra did not notice at first a small red line crossing over her scalp and running down her nose. The cameraman noticed.
Silence.
The reading was over...time for the night cap.
The FBI bumped into each other to experience Sandra back to Annie.
"Did we miss something here?"
Nothing important...not really. The backyard was grided yielding nothing but an old doll with no eyes and a small dollhouse hidden high up in the trees. What next? They already did what most investigators would do. It was then that they noticed Annie rocking a piece of ground back and forth as if she was looking for a squeak. She backed safely away to the year of the 1700's sidestepping the possible graves of old pioneers deaden by the hardships of the 1800's. It was then that she cried out in glea, "look I found a coin."
"What date does it have on it?"
An FBI man fumbled the coin around in his fingers for a moment. "18...0...?"
Pulling out a magnifying operating gadget she looked for herself. Was it 1802?
The FBI man pulled the eye gadget out of her hard grasp to take a look for himself and spent considerable time looking at the enlarged pores on his arm and the vegetation.
"Hey...that's mine," she gripped as she took back receivership tossing the coin back to him, "you can have that."
It was then that the non FBI investigator had pulled up in a car. He was most happy to see her...it had been a long time. He even wrapped his arms lovingly around her. Huh?
He didn't resemble John Douglas in the least. He was more of a Jay O'Sanders type guy from NY I thought. He lit a cigarette...handed it to her for a puff as John and others relaxed. The butt was almost to her lips and that was as far as it went. Her hand couldn't let the cigarette come to her lips. She merely let out a breath through her teeth and handed it back. They talked quite cosely together amusing themselves in secrets. She bumped her forehead onto his to look him straight in the eyes. He bolted. It wasn't his fault. He even got on his knees as she paced back and forth. What was it she had asked during the Kiss the Girls investigation.
"Do you top them as well?"
What is wrong with a man walking into an orgy scene where he is invited to take the girl of his flavour? Nothing. They are all adults.
"I do what I have to do."
He's a wild card swirling around cops and investigators. Did his daddy have red hair? Was he looking for the dead body of Red Button or was it more like Red Skeleton? Or was he looking for CIA Russians with sympathizers wanting to meet for a Honeymoon suite in Niagra Falls or NY?
He's working up a tree. Annie isn't sure why and who but she might be working on the same list. So might John Douglas and others.
Annie waves him over to the trunk of her car. She passes over to him wads of bills which he stuffs into his pockets. She slids a new identification card to him which may or may not have read FBI, or possibly CIA.
He leaves but not before she tosses him a gun.
"Hey...", he looks back. She tosses him the "other" part. Without the silencer he might as well use his own gun....mighten he?
The FBI watch along with the FBI cameraman as the investigator holds up a card to sign, smiling brillently like he had just won the lottery, placing the card in a well seen wallet.
How did he know that she was there at that home in particular?
"News travels."
That fast. She waves goodbye and signs off, "cut off your relationship with me" by chopping off her hand mockingly and throwing it away. She will not be helping him in the future. Nor will she be expecting his help, the relationship whatever it was...is severed.
Shortly there after, a call is made that a warrent for the arrest of Estelle Parsons has been issued by local cops on tresspassing onto the James Dunn property with the other FBI. They are not charged so someone must have been charging her under the "negro" law. Her back tightens. Someone is tipping his cards just a little to early. Negro laws usually leads to Erin Brocovich so called owner of light skinned negros dating back to before the Civil War...right?
Time to leave, time to return, time to leave.
She left the car she had been driving back at a rental be it a lot or a friend. There is a car that is assumed to be safe to drive and without permission she heads out of town in the car belonging to FBI John Douglas. She heads out of town in this old raggety beige coloured car and takes the back roads with the bumps. That is why she stopped the car. Opening the trunk she jumped back with one jump and one scream. Inside was a head.
She stood back for the longest while. What should she do? Go to Canada as planned back to her own family. The contents of her stomache flattened.
She couldn't go to Canada. She had unfinished business back in LA.
The lights of the burning car brigtened the sky that night. She would have to hitchhike back but only after hiding the head and saying a prayer.
Back at the LA headquarters John Douglas comes busting into the common office area, "where's my car?" He belted loudly. Not wanting to lose any more teeth, Annie merely says in her most quiet submissive voice, "you want your car back?"
Why would he want his car back? Is he crazy? Nonetheless, he is extremely hostile, "I want my car."
"You want your car?"
"I want my car?"
"You WANT your car?"
"I WANT my car?"
Maybe she didn't say it loud enough, "YOU WANT YOUR CAR?"
"Yes," he nodded softly.
"Well...you can't have it. It's gone obviously. Go buy yourself a new car."
He brightened not visibly at first. It took several minutes for him to think of the possibility that Annie had been in an accident or that she lost it or that it may takes months to find it.
"And you're willing to buy me one?" softly said without clenched fists.
Annie nodded. It was less than several feet to the door and he covered it in two with several of his friends.
"He WANTED his car back?" relief spread into every part of her being. She repeated it to the remaining FBI still working at their desks. "He wanted his car back," she confided.
"Oh...." it was time for tears, "He wanted his car back Jehovah....he wanted his car back."
Picking up her umbrella and parcel she headed out to unknown territory which stopped at an LA home. The white house was large enough and showed a sence of honesty. She stopped at the driveway for several seconds before going up to the door. There would be no maid nor mother nor wife, no lover nor girlfriend. His mind had been only focused on one thing and that was to find the murderer of his father and kin. She didn't dust. She didn't peek into drawers nor did she go upstairs. She just reached for the picture frame with his photo and left.
She drove around for hours looking for that right spot. There it was...the waterfront. Just a lone spot with water running by and the occassional drift wood. She hoisted the photo onto a pile of twigs and small branches. Lit a candle and for the longest time just let the wind play with strands of her hair as she prayed and read her Bible. Content that she had given the right prayers in the best tones with an honest heart yearning for an early resurrection she lit the wood and watched as the photo curled up into ashes. People on a large boat filled with spectators and tourist waved. She didn't return the waves but duly noted the gesture. She curled up into a ball on the ground and hugged the frame. The day spent, the FBI who had followed her at a great distance were growing weary and needed more coffee. It was time to through the ashes into the water. Another prayer said, a final wave goodbye and ...she stopped to look back.
"You found something didn't you."
Someone new had come into LA. He, they, might be leaving by plane or train. No...this was not the best time to leave LA.
Stories are made of such dreams and unrealities, sparks and parts of dust. Stories are blends of who we are and what we become. We keep threads of it around like a button from a dress from 1957. We hide them away with all the needles packed into a hapless shape in a drawer or a tailor box. Some are just shadows that drift in and out of our dreams. We hit and beat them back but we don't ever let go of them completely.

Now to carry on the saga of Johnny Golightly and his notso bride like Holly. John and Holly was first teamed as a Golightly gang in one of the Shirley Jane Temple skits when Shirley says outloud, "Ohhhhh....Mr. Golightly!?!" It was a name copyrighted by the Shirley Jane Temple guardians that would write down all of "her" plays even though they may have been less than several minutes. It was a John Barrymore thing and Jay Gorney thing I guess. Side thing, 1956 visit by Shirley to LA...she had composed a new song and inserted the word "don't be a browner". She giggled, "I guess I shouldn't say that should I...would it sound okay if I sung, don't be a doorknob?" They had no problem with "browner" but still it did reflect that a browner might be a stupid brown person licking the butt cheeks of the whites doesn't it? How can one call on the blacks to cross the road and join the "no owner" clause with Jesus if one doesn't at least take the lead in cleaning up on one's choice of words which may or may not include soft racial slurs like ninny and browner?
Back to the head in the trunk of the car belonging to John Douglas. Back to the FBI building in LA. Back to the outside surveillance video reels. And...there they are....a group of young people in a vehicle and it appears that one is carrying a large pumpkin in his hands. The pumpkin was placed in the car and that was that. The explanation from this particular group of young actors and young professionals with acting and/or studio executive fathers was that it was "a practical joke."
Question: Would the FBI be breaking a wire tapping law if a murder had been committed and someone deposits the head in a trunk of an FBI director? Would this be seen as a "lawful" reason to wiretap in lieu of the fact that the phone numbers go back and forth to the same fishermen that said they heard screams at a house of a man that they said had been beheaded? Yet, they don't know that the man is a guest or part owner?
Unfortunately for someone, the same group of fishermen seemed to choose the wrong coarse when they came back with papers to have Estelle Parsons arrested for "breaking and entering" on the home where Estelle Parsons and John Douglas had visited with "phony owners" and "phony charges."
FBI John Douglas notes another misdemeanor in his many notes on his file marked Angelina Pier/Audrey Hepburn/Janis Joplin/ Estelle Parsons/on and on. Yet, it did not start at the FBI station. HIS file started at the so called "Bounty Hunter Station"...did it not John?
Speaking of Audrey Hepburn she was in the movie, Woman Interrupted or was that Girl Interrupted...a perfect title for psychotic mixed up teenagers bedding in a psychiatric hospital. Actually, she played three roles in that movie. It seemed as if someone posing as a "father" decided to have her escorted by unoffical police officers to a psychiatric facility. This so called latest "father" didn't know that his boys had picked up not a young woman but someone that may have been closer to forty but who they seemed to be confused with a younger woman of mind. Copyright scam artists have to act fast. They can't allow for any time to lapse. After all, a new daddy may come looking. It is so easy to pretend to be mentally challenged. I mean...I am mentally challenged...why pretend?
What an opportunity? It was like "free rent". "Spare time to write up a script or two uninterrupted" for a change. And, the personalities!?!
Psychiatric hospitals are not prisons per ces. Patients are allowed to use a telephone even if it is in the bacement after hours. Soon, all sorts of older actors were showing up as visitors and nurses. I know...I know...it was a nasty trick that hanging thing...but still...one must make it to the morgue or at least give it a try. And, the angels whisper to each other, "there she goes to the morgue again."
It is a matter of routine. Unfortunately, the new daddy was arrested on a charge of vagrancy and may have faced extradiction to his own country and possible charges of interfering in the sexual well being of his so called daughter's body...right? Estelle Parsons made the movie because she knew of someone, a JW, that sliced her arms and tried to committ suicide several times. Is that what the audience wants? They know she is heading upstairs...they know that she will possibly do worse than induce fleshly pain herself as a way to stop the emotional pain. All the little girls would be praying and trying not to cry as they sit with the popcorn and whisper, "don't do it."
Daisy was not being cowardly in not cutting her wrists as put by Angelina Jolie. She had faith that possibly a year down the road...things might improve. She had a little faith that maybe Jesus did love her after all. Poor Rider! Poor Angelina!
Taking pills does not stop the guilt does it? It might help if one was to hear the click that turns off the guilt button or the emotional pain button if one was to consume large amounts of pills and alcohol. But, for some people, they never hear the click. They never totally close consciousness in that way. Only sleep for a few hours. Then, it starts all over again.
Hey girl! New program! Take the advice! Start over again! This is only an interruption.
I thought it was a great movie to dispel the fears of an institution. After all, it is not exactly a Bible College.

Rechecking my prophecy and calendar mathematics I have arrived at new dates and figures. Counting from ZERO date to 1986 C.E. leaves us a little short of 6000 years...neight?
Counting back 76 year Comet cicles...1986 years to the year of 5962 BC leaves us short...neight?
However, from ZERO BC/CE to 2062 years we have 5938 years and counting ZERO CE/BC to 5938 BC ....2062 years we have the same amount based upon ZERO yet zero is also a Comet year...neight?
2062 plus 2062 = 4124 years
But what if ZERO is 3962 years am I double counting?
3886 years is 76 C.E.
3962 years would be ZERO year ...neight
4038 years would be 76 B.C. (before Christ)
ZERO YEAR WOULD HAVE A COMET employing 365 days and not the scientific fact of the earth going one cycle around the sun in 365.2564 days.
Thus correcting the math starting at 3962 as Zero....2062 days would fall in 6014 BC
5938 B.C. would be 1986 years and 6014 B.C. would be a comet year based upon the showing of the 1986 Halley's Comet.
6014 is too far over so we would have to go with the 1986 years and/or 5938 B.C as the countdown from the fall of Adam and Eve after the LAST CREATED DAY HAD ENDED and a new 6000 year cycle started. Huh?
5938 B.C. to ZERO year would be counting down from 5938 to ZERO year on about 3962 B.C.
6000 years minus 3962 years = 2038 years left until the Sabbath where Jesus is said to be the ruler with 144,000 humans turned into angels to be co rulers with Christ.
2038 minus 1986 C.E. = 52 years
2009 C.E. minus 1986 C.E. = 23 years
1986 C.E. plus 76 years before Halley's Comet reappears = 2062 C.E.
2062 C.E. minus 2009 C.E. = 53 years.
The next appearance after that would be 2062 C.E. plus 76 years or 2138 B.C.
At the present moment we are scientifically on the watch as massive life forms in the style of zebras, elephants, lions, tigers, hawks, butterflies, birds, are becoming extinct. In another 129 years we will have had Halley's Comet pass over but will we have any life left on this planet called Earth?
Shall we pray that things are over before 2062 C.E. or 2138 B.C.?
Interestingly Haley's Comet flew over in the year 608 B.C. give a year or two for the 365.2465 adjustment. Daniel's prophecy started counting, it is assumed 607 B.C. and the prophets astrologers were using the stars to count the time when the Messiah would appear and also the end of time when the judgement arrives or the 2520 years which if started in the year of 608 B.C., for the sake of argument, would be 1912 C.E. yet adding on the 365.264 where we shuffle with two years sometimes plus to bring the calendars into alignment we have 1914 C.E. as the time period ending the 2520 year wait as prophecied by Daniel the prophet and Jesus is ruling, not yet, over mankind, but over his bride of those that make up the 144,000. When the last of the 144,000 have been executed or died or resurrected to the Heavens, there would be no more reason to wait. Jesus has fulfilled the Jewish law which requires a man to take a wife for a year before going to war. We assume that from the 1914 - 1918 period that religion started to "fall" as prophecied by John the Baptist on that "day" but not a literal day. The fall of Babylon the Great, religious rule by mankind, started and is STILL falling. A day being not a literal twenty four hour period but a day that has accumulated several points of dishonour, facts shared in common. The drying of the River Euphrates is this time period as millions are quiting the churches and churches are closing by non support.
We have the following list of Haley's Comet as gleaned by history
27 march 141
17 May 218
16 Feb 374
28 June 451
27 Sept 530
15 March 607
2 Oct 684
28 Feb 837
18 July 912
5 Sept 989
20 march 1066
18 April 1145
28 Sept 1222
25 Oct 1301
10 Nov 1378
9 June 1456
26 Aig 1531
27 pct 1607
15 Sept 1682
13 Mar 1759
29 Apr 1910
9 Feb 1986
The number 76 is in sinct with 26 and five and in lots of 5 equals the number 30.
And if you take the 6 day or 6000 minus the 7the day that would make one day with God and multiply the 78.967368 by the perfect seven we have the figure 19.164619...can't you see in your mind's eye, all the planets turning at different speeds and as they turn planet nine shades number one planet next to it and the light degresses into a buildup until one turns into a nine shading six to a three, four loses a count, 6 turns red and before one can even take time to consider the one next to the decimal...it is daylight!!! No wonder the angels leap for joy at the glory of Jehovah.

"You're not John Douglas....you're THAT Endicott!"
That being said and with time to reflect prayfully, "That's alright...you might come in handy down the road."
We had a visitor while canvasing the said James Dunn home. One of the sons of Hollywood's legend Red Skeleton came for to talk to me. He had missing kin along with murdered relatives of his. I handed him a new badge, not necessarily FBI. He left briefly but backed his car up for a second chat. I hesitated but went over to the car. In the meantime, the trunk of the car I was traveling in had been left open.
"What are you doing?"
The FBI were looking through my cases. Someone stuck something in their pockets did they? I said nothing more and merely closed the car's trunk. Was the original badge of FBI John Douglas in one of the briefcases?
I did not recognize this man as the late 1960's John Douglas. But, then again, I was not sure if Kevin Spacey had posed on occasion as John Douglas. Anything is possible in Hollywood these days. Point being...if I was confused about John and Kevin...I may have been confused as to the 1969 FBI agent by the name of John Douglas...right? It would be obviously a legal question to consider in a court. Best left alone as Dustin Hoffman would say. I stopped writing, "you did something different to this room?"
I had to think for a moment or two. It did not have the same light. I waltzed over to a window to take a peek see and realized that the Old FBI building was literally gone. I was in shock.
"Where did the FBI building go?"
No one commented. I asked again for a second time.
"What did you do with MY building?"
I have mortgage papers which read, "owner" somewhere.
"We needed a parking lot?"
"But, you didn't even ask...did you?"
No, they had not asked. Just shrugs of the shoulders. After all, they, these men, had not been involved in the decision making of tearing down MY building for a parking lot.
It's like if I have a home that I was leasing out, Jehovah's witness elders would take it upon their shoulders to build another Kingdom Hall.
"Where's the Sharon Tate house?"
I had it in storage housed in another building I had purchased close to the CIA building.
"We needed more room."
And with the FBI buildings were taken over to make room for more CIA and FBI offices?
They are like a bunch of pregnant women rearranging the nest. Is it a man thing?
Devil thing? Jesus thing?
"Superior authority" thing as outlined in Romans chapter thirteen?"
Thirteen? Why does that sound so dangerous?
I might have a profile on this Medusa persona. I don't think that Medusa actually has more than ten snakes on her/his head? We assume that Medusa is female angel type persona because the snakes enter whined in each other make it look like her hair is long tresses right?
I believe that it is just ten snakes. With that being said Biblical speaking ten according to the best Bible scholars means COMPLETENESS. Thus, ten snakes on the angel, and I can be corrected on this at any time, might indicate TOTAL angelic force. When one sees Medusa as a persona the angels might be saying, "watch out...we have a fix on you...and together you will be wiped off this earth"...as they pool all of their powers together right?
Now snake might be a hint that they are not on the right side of Jehovah's long arm of the law. God used angels to create this earth and it's many forms of life including vegetation and He can undo creation in a moment of time. Just look at Lot's wife. According to the Bible she became a lump of salt...just like that...for looking back in a deliberate act of disobedience. And for what? A house? A man? A child? Money? Things? Barretts?
Did you watch the movie Termination Point last night? Did you notice Estelle Parsons in the parking lot...the woman with the grocery bags and beige sweater?
It is like, "I know if I grab her arm and ask her to go to buy everything on a grocery list...she will do it because she is that accommodating?"
Why was his mommy too sick?
Except my version would have been much different than the movie. My Estelle would have looked up to the storm maker and say, "my...oh my...how nice it is to see you Jesus." And smile with fascination.
"Here to pick up a few Highlanders huh!?!"
If something as massive as a gigantic storm front was to pass over my head and a few cops, FBI, CIA, bounty hunters with wills and monies on the mind well, "welcome home."
"I don't belong here."
Could Jesus have said it any better? I love storm movies. Storm Cell was not as much of a thriller as this one; Ryan was interesting. I can't remember all the names but mostly picked from friends, enemies and common names in my home. I wonder if both of these visits were inspired by Demi Moore's plight to run out of blood?
Thing is...what is deliberate sin? We do it everyday don't we? If I was touching something evil on occasion would that constitute deliberate sin? If I did not understand deliberate sin...would repeating the same mistake, say about ten times, would that be crossing over from going with the flow to deliberate sin? And, if Jesus was to show up now and then to protect me, would it be deliberate sin for me to travel the route where I place myself in the path of destruction?
I don't think that Jesus likes Hollywood. After all, he sees everything. I see only the leftovers of a party and malicious backbiting. Is it possible for one to actually participate in idolatry without even thinking about it?
The Biblical Three Hebrews, well versed in the law of Jehovah in the days of Daniel the prophet did not tempt Jehovah with deliberate sin. They would not bow down to the idol. If tested today, how many Jews, Jehovah's witnesses, and others deliberately bow down to an idol and eat of the forbidden delicacies placed before them on a table. Which table to chose from? Jehovah's or this worldly system of things.
Hint from Satan to Alanis Morrissette, "I don't think you are unworldly, I need time to deliver right" as Alanis sung the newly composed verse in place of Satan's address to her and the audience anticipating a fall perhaps.
Would Jesus consider the phrase, "unworldly" as a warning that she is as the name of the song implies, no longer invited, thus, "Uninvited."
I look back now and I have said repeatedly to myself in the last few months...."what was I thinking...I would never even consider that". It is a puzzle. When does a child become an adult and at what cost? A nun is put under obligation to help a baby and a child "if it is in the power of your hand to help" according to the Apostle Paul. Yet, the Holy Spirit would have condemned the Apostle going back into Jerusalem to save the spiritually dead child, would He not?
It is the time when the Holy Spirit shouts out, "leave this place for God has decided to put it to destruction"...going back would be deliberate sin...would it not?
Natasha Redgrave? I doubt very much if she had no bellybutton. I met her only once in my travels. Not exactly a Demi Moore. She doesn't feel dead. Maybe like so many actresses she just wanted to go home to her real parents and not play with the dead so to speak...right? It makes one wonder if there were two Natasha Richardsons? Well, nothing that dna testing can't clear up.
Reporters go to great lengths for a story....piecing who they do not know together with who they know...filling in the spaces with possibilities which may never have existed right? It is all in the fingerprints and the dna. Find one lie and the pile might yet collapse and what and who will be at the bottom? What is the last mask to be removed from this dung heap of the lives we have pursued?