Would you rather be rich or famous? Why?
Submitted by Chris Vaughn.
Argentina time? I never aspired to be rich nor famous were the words of Sinead O'Connor "though to the world it may have seemed it was all that I wanted." How did Sinead get those scars on her head one may ask? From being "rich and famous". Axes are such nasty business. "Rich and Famous" is red room time as Marnie would put it. It is time for axes. It is time for abductions. It is time to pick off the floor of the earth little baby fingers axed off by maniacs. It is to be Paul McCarthy picked apart by his so called second wives and friends and court officials posing as friends and reporters who must make a living at being rich and famous. Ask the question to Paul? Ask the question to his first wife who had a famous mother and in one day woke up after an accident to find a leg missing without the permission of the parents. A leg removed not by hospital staff or so it is said. To be rich and famous one must expect the unexpected. The many forms of interrogation. The many forms of blackmail. The many forms of extortion.
Bobby Darin wanted to be rich and famous and he never felt that he made it as rich and famous. He always felt that he was too short, too pudgy, too wrinkled, too unorganized and, obviously, too ill. Elvis had it all "except the girl" who didn't want any of it. Or, so sang the famous Peter Gabriel. There were three Peter Gabriels, weren't there? To be rich and famous one runs the risk of being overtaken by drugs, thieves, managers and copyright scam artists.
To be rich and famous one must be willing to lose one's true identity and hide behind a series of faces as scam artists kill off each character in a bid for clothes, perfumes and bank accounts. Imagine someone as famous as Janis Joplin. Imagine that she had a house in LA...a modest home with only two male callers...Jim Morrison and Andy Williams. Imagine that reporters hire a lookalike to send out in a very small concert. A lookalike that ends up dead in a hotel. Imagine that reporters lie and pronounce to the world that Janis Joplin was found dead in a hotel from a drug overdose. Imagine being Janis Joplin and going back to your own paid off mortgage house to find out that scam artists have given the house to the Joplin parents who never existed. Imagine all the contents being placed on the yard by do gooders who are "just helping the family" and watching as this one takes the scarf, this one a record, and like mice, rodents, ants and cockroaches it's all gone compliments of a Bible house. And, it is all for free.
Imagine being a pregnant Sharon Tate hanging from a rope in a house owned by an understudy. A second Sharon Tate hangs outside from a rope strung over a tree branch shot six times by a man who had his penis almost bit off within the first few moments of the house invasion. Her name was Mrs. Chapman. And, bit by bit, parts of the floor is pulled up by fans and the land is made way to a Kingdom Hall.
Imagine being beaten as was Miss Foldger. And, then having to go to one's own company to sell it and rebuy it under an assumed name expecting scam artists to arrive with phoney relatives in a bid to inherit the Foldger fortune? The "just helping the family" people. Imagine Mrs. Chapman watching and seeing things through her eyes as polite well dressed, short haired people with clean fingernails and crisp shirts and dresses dine in the finest restaurants after hand picking so called hippies to be the fall guys. And, who are they dining with? The judge from the Sharon Tate trial. Both Sharon Tates being the biggest losers of all. Except nuns never really lose do they? The Sharon Tate hanging outside in the tree was indeed a nun running away from a husband, looking for a husband, finding God and religion and knowing that being a nun doesn't work or so it may seem. And, her name was Sinead O'Connor.
Being rich and famous is best described by Sinead in the song "Blood of Eden". In the video of the song there is a male and a female. He is dying and cannot get insurance. She was raped and beaten with an ax, thus, she weds in red and Sandra Dee and Bobby Darin adopt out the surrogate babies that didn't belong to them after they were beaten by an ax as well. The male and female on the record that spins around are Bobby Darin and Sandra Dee....composers for almost a thousand songs between the two of them along with Jerry Lee Lewis, Bobby Darin's real father. So much music and the river turns to blood. That is what it means to be rich and famous. And, it is so exciting, isn't it? To chase a man...to chase a woman...to behead children?
Ask Julie Andrews if the fans thought it was exciting to chase her up a tree and set it on fire?
Ask Audrey Hepburn if she thought that Montreal fans thought it was fun to chase her and to charge her falsely with assaulting their husbands defending herself?
Ask Leann Rimes if she enjoyed her stay at San Quentin in 1982?
Ask a Portuguese nun if she thought her being beaten to death because scam artists thought she was Estelle Parsons was a fun thing? What was it they did to her? Did they cut out her tongue so they could shove their penis down her throat further? Isn't that a funny thing? Did they cut off both her hands so she couldn't use the telephone? Did they remove both her eyes? "We are here to help the family"....Estelle Parsons was told via the CIA. Estelle Parsons was a script writer, musician and author. She never cut a cheque for herself. All of her monies were tied up with schools for the blind, food to food banks, and FEMA. Yet, there she held in her hand a list of names that accused a Portuguese nun for "stealing monies" from movies and actors that ran into the millions. Why didn't people think that Estelle wasn't suppose to be paid? But, she never took any money. All her money was handled by studio executives ordered to send the monies into charities as described.
I believe in Jesus. I believe in Jehovah. I believe in a day of execution. That is what I believe in. And, on that day, it will be as Jesus himself put it, "easier for a camel to get through an eye of a needle than for a rich man to inherit the kingdom". They, won't be resurrected.
What is the meaning behind your birth name?
Submitted by turtlegod.
Oh God! There goes my happy hour! The Wigles and the Ilers along with the Crawfords who may or may not be related to a few Italians that are really aborignals or is it the other way around. The year of travel to the USA was in the mid 1700's. Thus, was written the book, The Trail of the Black Walnut, followed by The White Savage of Simon Girty which may have had a bearing on the movie Dances with Wolves. However, Dances soldier was in blue not the redcoats of the Simon Girty era of the 1790's. On the other hand, it may have been just another tale. Lambert Joseph Wigle JR, Jr, Jr, Jr, married a Roxanne Hoffman who may or may not have been related to J. E. Hoover who was missing a sister and maybe not. Lambert starred in one of the Shirley Jane Temple skits both in Hollywood and in court with Hoover but that year is best forgotten.
The name behind my birth name?
Roxanne's first son was named Theodore Melbourne Wigle. He starred as one of the Randolph Scotts. The mean one. The one one does not want to rattle. The one whose eyes would spit fire. He was a real cowboy, fast on the draw and was taught a lot of cowboy ways from Roxie who may or may not have been a runnaway squaw from Wounded Knee that may have met Lambert and Frederick Cutforth, two men that went down as merceneries to Quatamala after leaving the Boer War together, found a uranium mine while fighting with the aboriginals, had enough money to make it to Wild Bill's West Show as sharp shooters, then off to Canada. Frederick brought with him Lucille Alverez an Aztec type person about four feet tall. Fred was a good six foot three inches without shoes. Both men had barhandle moustaches, both had wipes, rifles and Bibles. And, Grandpa Lambert had a cane and tuberculousis. A little different ending than Sundance Kid. And, they always wore suits and hats. And, chewed tobacco.
Mel had green eyes as did Randolph Scott. Clint Walker was an Iler I believe and the Bunny man, Hephner may have also been an Iler and a second Randolph Scott. He wasn't as good a shot as Mel though who was accidentally shot outside a court room after Shirley Jane Temple had been arrested. It was an accident...all right. Let's move on. Mel signed some of his Randolph Scott pics by placing a mw wavey line on his cheek to identify himself. Wavey line meaning mel wigle as seen on Youtube Randolph Scott. Rory Calhoon was not an Iler, not necessarily a Wigle but maybe, possibly related to George Clooney. Cherokees are a very handsome people. Mel's younger brother Randolph Wigle looks almost like George which makes one wonder about where Lambert and Mel were and what they were doing in their travels here and there. George and Randolph look a lot a like. George has the Wigle smile which reads, "do not touch, do not rattle," He has a Mel Wigle smile. Which is extremely tricky because I loved Uncle Randolph and it is hard not to love George because Randolph was always in front of my eyes. My father never screamed. He never raised his voice. It was a whisper like Clint Eastwood playing the angry Randolph Scott, "I will come back and kill your dog, your horse, your mule, your cat", etc. George would have liked Mel. John Tail, from Dances with Wolves, would have loved Mel. The last of the real cowboys riding the range without sattles, without fear, even the Buffalo were afraid of them.
I did the Cherokee Amazing Grace in memory of John Tail.
The name Iris is a sad story. Mel had met an Englishwoman with iceblue eyes (white and blue), blond hair, pink cheeks and royal blood. The royals without the money hiding in Canada during the war. Her unroyal name was Elsie Jeffrey daughter of a professional boxer by the name of John Jeffrey, Scotchman, and Mary Brown cousin to the Queen Mother. They looked almost like twins so much so that they could have easily have switched places if they had chosen to do so. Mel and Elsie had twins right off. The boy was called Frank with green eyes and brown wavey hair. The girl Irene Helen, blue eyes and blond hair. Then, came a sortof aboriginal kickback called June Virginia Wigle who was Audrey Hepburn number two who worked as a team with number one. Thus, when June died in ?1993 so did Audrey almost completely. June had the skin tone of her Roxie and directors loved it. A one had white skin not so camera perfect. David was the third pregnancy. He was the ultimate cherub child with blond hair and blue eyes. The perfect child with an even temper.
It is said that he wanted to cross the country road to play on the other side where June was playing on Springarten Road, Windsor, Ontario, Canada. He stood very still waiting patiently for the jalopy to go by and in a few moments he was dead. It is said that the driver was a drunk and it was an accident. It was said that the car left the road, drove right over the boy, and kept right on going except the belt on David's pants got tied onto the wheel and his body was dragged down the road. It was May. "The white irises were blooming." And, that was how I got my name Iris. And, every year Elsie would tell the story to me...in May...when the white Iris was in bloom.
The name Alona was not intended to be my second name. My second name was to be a Jewish name like Esther or Ilana. "He was drunk". Mel was celebrating my birth and he thought that the Jewish name sounded like a Hawaiian name like Aloha and he may have spelt Aloha but the h looked like an n. Death and goodbye. And, that is the story of my birth name. Not to be confused with stories of other names like Goldie Hawn, or Estelle Parsons, or Johnny Mercer, or Linda Shaw, or Frida ABBA or Agnethea or Dana Winner.
However, Dana from Eurovision 1970 had a really good story to tell. She was singing to Bobby Darin as he laid in a USA hospital from a heart attack and just to make sure he saw her she filled all of the stations with Eurovision and to make sure he didn't miss her she did some of the commercials for hair shampoo including for Head and Shoulders 1970. Some girls have such great stories don't you think for their names like Sharon Tandy who may not have exactly grown up in Africa but it would have been a great place to live I think. Names like Sinead O'Connor or Kate Bush are just amazing names but iris alona wigle...how dull...how sad...how small. Dead goodbye forgetable Iris. One does not even think twice about an iris. Estelle Parsons now she was brilliant....and she never cut a cheque for herself while in Hollywood...or anywhere...Estelle's money was to go to the blind and to the foodbank...a real Melanie Saft type person with green sad eyes smiling, "look what they've done to my song ma". And Estelle even dressed up as Claudine Longet to take her place on the stand because Claudine passed out. The judge didn't seem to notice the difference. They both spoke French. And, well, he didn't. So many names with excitement but iris....iris can't sing...iris isn't suppose to sing...iris can't write...iris isn't suppose to write. Iris is suppose to be dull and she is to read her Bible. Hmmm? And, her mother Elsie never did see the movie Marnie. Bible readers don't go to movies do they?
