I am afraid, because a deep, indebted spell and curse has been cast on my life.
By witches! WITCHES! By three WITCHES!
Oh! OHHHHHHHH!
See here (after the short advert, commercial)
But Spock is so cool about it all, and hardly impressed. You gotta Love Mr. Spock. So logical. A real Cool Cat!
And of course, Star Trek got this from the Phenom that can perhaps be best referred to, here in the States, as what the Indians did to General Custer before wiping Custer and all his regiment, out: "Shake Spearz."
What a beautiful view outside my open door right now as the sun is breaking through the diminishing thunderstorm.
Anyway, go here:
http://www.touroinstitute.com/Magic%20Witchcraft%20Spirits.pdf
And Here at the bottom of page 16. AHHH, you know how some of these academic types are. They just keep picking up one degree after another, and as George Carlin said, some of them have more degrees than a rectal thermometer.
The "Louise" mentioned on page 16 is the sort of hippie type from Touro that incorporated this sort of witchcraft material into a Jurisprudence class when I was there. She had cobbled together a Philosophy PHD over a term of years I believe, and I saw a pic of her once in a traditional Indian garb or dress (Indian from India) and I believe she was teachinhg Law in India on behalf of Touro.
But again, go to Page 16:
http://www.tourolaw.edu/AboutTouroLaw/uploads/faculty_more/Post/Reflections.pdf
My guess is that easy student loan money paid for all this kind of crapola scholarship. (Only kidding) But I am so frightened!
And why do I continue to goof on all this stuff? I don't know. With my debt, I look back on all that stuff and it all seems so surreal. Like a Circus. I think Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity, and Ann Coulter would call the professors that taught about withcraft "Liberals" making money off the student loan dime and the tax and spend policies of the Liberals.
Maybe. But like I say, it if for better minds than mine to figure out. All I can see are the trees, and not the forest.
But what the Hell? Witchcraft?
Anyway, it is important that you watch this clip that follows. and youse can skip ahead to about @ :30 or rather 30 seconds. It somehow explains the lives of so many unhappy women that marry not for Love, but for security and station, and now live lives of quiet desperation.
It somehow ties in with the witch theme too, doesn't it? and you will just have to guess how.
Singning off for now.
And Three Cheers for the Cosmic Lady!
Maverick, Painterguy. Just another deeply indebted lost soul in the US. August 1, 2011.
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Oh. I suppose I'm half nuts, or maybe more than that. Maybe 3/4 or maybe even all the way nuts for one reason or another.
Maybe it is the debt. Maybe not. Maybe it is a sense of mortality and middle age. Pure and simple. All of us go through that I suppose.
Maybe it is the debt. Maybe not. Maybe it is a sense of mortality and middle age. Pure and simple. All of us go through that I suppose.
But here, and for someone I have in mind:
....the child comes home and the parent puts the hooks in him. The old man, or the woman, as the case may be, hasn't got anything to say to the child. All he wants is to have that child sit in a chair for a couple of hours and then go off to bed under the same roof. It's not love. I am not saying that there is not such a thing as love. I am merely pointing to something which is different from love but which sometimes goes by the name of love. It may well be that without this thing which I am talking about there would not be any love. But this thing in itself is not love. It is just something in the blood. It is a kind of blood greed, and it is the fate of a man. It is the thing which man has which distinguishes him from the happy brute creation. When you get born your father and mother lost something out of themselves, and they are going to bust a hame trying to get it back, and you are it. They know they can't get it all back but they will get as big a chunk out of you as they can. And the good old family reunion, with picnic dinner under the maples, is very much like diving into the octopus tank at the aquarium.
Robert Penn Warren
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CRY BABY POO POO!
GEORGIE PORGIE
PUDDING AND POO!
HE KISSED ALL THE GIRLS,
THEN HE TOOK A BIG POO POO!
AND THEN,
WHEN,
THE BIG BAD BULLY BANKER BOYS CAME OUT TO PLAY!
OH!
POOR CRY BABY POO POO!
HE SQUATTED ON THE GROUND,
AND TOOK A GREAT BIG, STINKY, GROSS AND FILTHY, DISGUSTING, ORGANIC, STUDENT LOAN INDEBTED AND HIGHLY EDUCATED RUNNY AND SMELLY POO POO!
JD Painter
August 2, 8:20AM - Leaving now for the day. I wanted to add a note for someone.
Having no smell and taste (Anosmia) is a curious thing. I pulled a shirt out of a pile of laundry just now, and did not know if I had worn it already and that it had been sitting ther for a few days. I could not sniff the armpits or whatever to see and, so, to be safe, I just put it in with a new load in the washing machine and picked out a shirt that I know is clean.
I remember one occassion when I was happily watching TV, and a toaster was burning behind me and filling up the kitchen with smoke. My wife ran in screaming, as Italians can do (Just kidding) and I turned around in great surprise.
Or there have been other times that I have walked dog shit (stuck on my shoes) all over my rug and not noticed until later.
I wonder if the paint fumes over the years wiped out my smell and taste. It doesn't happen to too many other painters I don't think.
And I wonder if losing this major sense made me go back to drinking after an 11 year lapse.
Stuff like this can never be proved. All theoretical I guess.
A recent dose of Prednizone failed to bring my taste and smell back. I suppose I could go back to my Dr. at NY Presbyterian and beg for a strong dose or a shot of Cortizone or Prednizone, and that would bring the sense back. Maybe.
I must be going on over a decade now like this, and it is not "normal". I just got used to it.
Anyway, I'll be back tonight, if I don't jerk the wheel of my truck into a bridge abutment. (only kidding :)
But I finally realized this morning that my sole purpose in life now is to transfer paint from a bucket and onto a wall, and that's it.
The human body and brain evolved over eons, so that it could do that, and ain't life a fuckin', flippin' miracle?
So I'll see youse all later, you magnificent bastards.
