TERRITORIAL MEN Killed JESUS CHRIST

    That the debilitating factors in human history are reducible to Men's ignoring Jesus Christ, is Human History. The symbolism of caring for prostitutes and plainly being in people's faces meaning - you're doing it all wrong. Prostitution or prostitution in marriage is the only economic outlets and they're blamed for sin? MEN ARE IDIOTS FOR CENTURIES! Then improved a tad.

    Scapegoating Jews. Offense, Defense doesn't matter. Same holds true for all lines of racial separateness. Who're you people kidding? All the grievances and grudges of the world are exacted from the collateral damage in terms of profit and mobility. There's profit and the fortunes are faceless. Often called or thought of as patriotic labor, but in essence acting out the needs of a class without any inherent interest in ending war or even the deviantly brain-dribbled people shooting more innocent lives out from under us. In schools where we haphazardly enforce kids teaching themselves. The chosen find rosy paths. The perhaps less read to as small children, manning the where do we stick them task. 

    But wait! We don't know how to pay ourselves properly without the economy being relieved of responsibility for the POOR's SCAPEGOATING AS CHARITY. Finance fully circulating is capitalism, what we have is executive malfeasance no one's responsible for. As we know Lehman Brother's Executives got their money out before American Financing of Retirement through their homes was SABOTAGED! 

    Debilitate your economy with inflation and money slicing without accepting any responsibility for it? Then let the CHURCH labor your mistakes. Their duty as Watchers Over of the less fortunate cannot be forgotten. Nor should exploitation of the church go unrewarded. (Laugh, that's supposed to sound funny.)

    But ruining the economy for MEN'S INSTITUTION OF SITTING ON THEIR Bill Ritters? MANY, half a year, months ago I TOLD Mr. "You Wrote Something Bad About Me" that he could change it - it's satire. Just before RITTER SAID, his last words he gets with me, "I don't have to deal with this." 

    Gave it all to SECURITY, Ritter did, like some darned John Grisham/Tom Cruise Movie. That's how much you're faced as a mean piece of crap - BILL RITTER. I can literally watch that chest of yours protrude throwing out your name and chest over everything in the studio desk's vicinity. 

    I don't respect Cruise's Mental Standing enough to use his name in print and I just did referring to you and YOUR FOUL ACTIVITIES intervening in Sade Baderinwa's, and my, lives. Because you are an Egotistical Freak Ritter. And Cruise is a BOUGHT SYMBOL as you are. Yes and maybe ensconced in my Central Florida, backyard, Travolta can yap up and pile on me too! 

    But wait, that's it. Why censoring me and shattering my imagery at the ABC NEW YORK window is SO important. Why men, in my personal life, were exposed, by women, as of owned by Ritter's ilk. Brethren-ed in the Men-for-Men religion. Religion, not denomination. As the Trumpster once claimed on Fifth Avenue that his denomination Presbyterian was his religion. 

    YES MY EDITOR AND I enjoyed together his liking the word ilk used about Dr. Armand Hammer. GUILTY ILK - the implication Hammer could not abide and my objective responsibility. I refused lunch. Ritter could have gorged at their LA meal? All Malcolm Forbes had to say was, "what if he knows about you." Knowing I'd grow into myself.

    The National Enquirer's Mike Hammer fronted ilk too. Bill Ritter, uh huh, probably with his face everywhere wants remembered as more important than the legwork done in publishing. Importance best remembered by this sampling of onlookers of relative significance. Publisher of huge publishing firm says when introduced publicly in a park, "You're introducing me to him here? Hello" and walked off. And Woman from same firm, five years later. "I understand your book but my boss won't help you."

    Decade and a half ago I couldn't be told what THE DUMPSTER said to a FORBES editor forty years ago on the phone. Especially I never thought myself more important than my book. That's what meeting Ina and Robert A. Caro meant. The Hammer and Cycle Messenger Service is as important as I advertised in The New York Times Book Review.

    Guess what? Actions and words definitely DIDN'T HIDE that certain people reflected just watching MY FAILURES percolate. Unlike Sade Baderinwa, brilliant watcher. It was from the dinner after the first season, before the 2nd baseball season, that I can remember (Mike) Hammer's hard stare at the woman I lived with and however did she let me get away with the ad in The New York Times Book Review. !!! His threatening eyes in my eyes on the baseball field. Implication: I'll be ruined on my own. Boo! I dove in, head first. Charles M. (Thomas Paine) Fraser vs. Authoritarianism, still.

The card I watched Robert Caro, with Ina, casually slip in his coat's left pocket.

    She, modern Hammer's Handler, even yelled "can't you see he's trying to help you?" When I described the idea of writing for the National Enquirer if jobs were being lost and the Conservatives could write facing me. But as is known. Made up doesn't face. Just jargons up. 

    One of the worst moments in my life was listening/watching on Friday to women on The View bragging of Chris Christie friendships. JARGON BARF BAG CHRISTIE! Part-time work for that heel for decades, ABC? AND treat me like NONE OF YOU CAN READ? Disgusting, Executives. The women are TV personalities, prodded to play the game is their contract. REPEAT: JARGON BARF BAG CHRISTIE! Just writing terminology Donna Brazile can't use SAYING THE SAME THING!

    Remembering that Friendly ABC Security Man say I'm just after people when I began the explanation of how Lee Goldberg can be completely against me. BUT (I continued.) I'd have to preserve Cornell Honor and lie for him. Or just not belabor the truth. Truthy? Both Goldberg and I have grinned and shrugged, through the glass, that people prefer not to think and Ritter was paid well to front against the future being lied about by the past's mistakes. As everyone knows - Can't hide from the weather. 

    A lot of money was made burning Vietnam. People follow the money, that's the root of war and why Netanyahu is allowed to hide. Because both sides thrive selling their commodity HATRED. This isn't a game show. Israelis go back to Israel. Trains from Palestine to Palestine and Saudi Arabia buy solar paneled Palestine selling electricity to Israel funding Palestine. MONEY betrayed the Palestinians and everyone's duff sitters scapegoat any and everything else. Ooo patriotism, gag me with an ax.

    Yeah Ritter, I listen. To me you swill gasoline like a thousand dollar a day HEROIN ADDICT! 

    Imagine that, though. The New York Times Book Review. Eustis, Florida's own, grew up less than a block from that racist Groveland Four Sheriff Willis V. McCall. 

    Executive Leeches not dominating everywhere. But enough to blacklist me enough. So far? Or done? I've finally proven to myself I've tried hard enough. I'm not answering for people. Just myself as judgements done. Thank you GOD

    Hilarious thing about attorney Ron Kuby? Him knowing about the State Attorney who hung out with Nektar and you two. The arrogance of having your group's individual minds depicted to me as more mature than mine? ALL THE TIME! In addition - Shallow use of concentrating on just money defining me. And I wouldn't find out? Shake head here ...

    My editor is at worst a trapeze artist and YOU GUYS, YOURSELVES, WERE TELLING ME what I needed to know THOSE LAST MONTHS before my own arrogant embarking on a Thomas Paine Soapbox View path. ARROGANTLY! ... Mike Hammer stares me point blank down in my eyes - doesn't go forgotten. BILLBOARD MIKE HAMMER. 

    AND MY FAVORITE - "My own brother," she said slapping her forehead before the other suggested gelato. Ah little moments are all I got with "NO COMMENT," and mentioned here to re-emphasize just how important she is and how the hatred I have for those involved depicting us apart is your faults alone and disgusting how everything's depicted my fault. What arrogant money worship does. 

    RITTER/NATIONAL ENQUIRER CONSORTIUM of men for boys! Take your little boy, "Jon Anderson is looking at you" insights and stuff it up your ARROGANT RIDDLED BUT PAID ENOUGH LIVES. 

    As women knew/know. Executive Men matter more than respect for relationships. Company Man men/boys. One woman admitted over a year and a half ago that her man wouldn't let her read me. Well before the THOMAS PAINE/WOMEN RULE format was unveiled. 

    Oh no, Rupert Murdoch and aSSociates! What did I find out? What people have known for generations! Money's used poisonly! And the RULING MEN destroying the world Is Not Okay. Gasaholic best friends are bought all over AMERICA according to THE NATIONAL ENQUIRER's Mike Hammer. 

    Sue me! Ritter especially. Already ABC-TV NEW YORK HAS MORE THAN PROVEN, on Ritter's behalf, Pontious Pilates with their slanted opinions are an abundant crop of Scapegoating Forevermore.

    At times, in fact, Targeted by SECURITY all over Lincoln Center. They'll have much to be proud of knowing their lives were put to use for people's ruining the world's vanity. But yet everyone's bought, so all worship Bill Ritter as has been sold. Just a news reader leading news readers. BILLIONS OF US as tiny brained and EGOTISTICAL!

    RITTER'S tact, to my face, was his not believing "in GOD." But then that's probably just excusable for understood as naive. GOD is smarter than us and thinks beyond words so GOD's decisions would seem GOD's. But evil, Ritter, is defended TARGETING ME! YOU FREAK! My soul's cool however GOD decides Christ's forgiveness in my vein. I'm just a bystander. Became a loud mouth my shy personality never wanted. But proven by RITTER'S ILK! Lone voices can be doomed lost in the American Wilderness when facing the future's a denied past.  

 

Crackhead Ritter! !!!

From the South, I like this song.

This History Repeated Is Unpaid Attention To News

October 2, 2012 - Prison Reform - 

Letters written by New York State prisoners sent to New York Civil Liberties Union over several months vividly detail the psychological effects of long-term solitary confinement.

As free people the worst punishment imaginable is the loss of the freedom to decide where to go. I’ve spent two separate nights in jail and know you become complacent accepting your waiting in the cell. But when you know you’re out soon, the level of hope has to be much greater than for those rotting in prison. A world away from cooling your heels for a night.

I just feel having your liberty taken away is punishment enough. How is our anger mollified if their entire lifestyle reflects our anger with them on a continuous basis? Sure bunks in a cell is efficient, but we’ve found so many ways to make that experience expensive, what’s the difference giving them a little space? I remember a European documentary describing a prison operated like a dormitory with rooms and the basic conveniences of modern life that didn’t seem so much like punishment. The person could go to work, but not where they wanted.

The New York Times reports on an aspect of how much punishment is enough, under the title Prisoners’ Letters Offer a Window Into Lives Spent Alone in Tiny Cells By MOSI SECRET. The Times describes how – The handwritten letters arrived by the dozens, from men who described in flawed but poignant language what it was like to lose their minds.

One man wrote, “I feel like I am developing some kind of skitsophrinia behaviors. I hear voices echoing as I try to fall asleep.” Another said his mind “rots” with “thoughts that are uncommon or unnatural and you wonder where the hell did that come from?”

Continuing The Times states – They are prisoners in New York’s state prison system and were convicted of a range of crimes, including selling drugs and murder. The men were ordered out of the general prison population and into solitary confinement— or, in their parlance, “the box”, where they lived in tiny, elevator-size cells cut off from almost all human contact. The reasons varied: fighting, smoking, testing positive for drugs. But often for more serious crimes, like stabbing other inmates, trying to escape or attacking guards.

The Times draws a vivid picture. – Having been held captive to their imaginations for weeks, months or, occasionally, years on end, the men, many already struggling with mental illness, brought their paranoia, rage, anxiety and hope to life on the page, with descriptions that were sometimes literary and other times nearly impossible to decipher. More than anything, they conveyed a grisly awareness that their identities were unraveling, a feeling so disconcerting for some that they tried to take their own lives.

The Times prints – The trove of letters from more than 100 inmates to the New York Civil Liberties Union, which corresponded with the men to bolster its attempts to curtail the practice of solitary confinement, gives new insight into a closed-off world usually viewed only one person at a time. The letters may add fuel to the national debate over whether holding prisoners in extreme isolation amounts to cruel and unusual punishment. Many states have recently shifted away from the practice, which was the subject of federal hearings this summer, but it remains widespread in New York.

I’d imagine anywhere two politicians could rubbed together is sufficient to go through the farce of portraying the defense of law and order, no matter how vindictive the punishment actually appears. Apparently when authority withholds wielding extreme amounts of power it can’t feel the heft of its own weight. So like corporations the Supreme Court grants individual rights, so too must we respect the right to punish to the full extent of the law whether it’s just for punishment’s sake or not. So I can assume their individual prison cells don’t lock? We control prisoners to a degree like children their supervisors are responsible for. So why not just make them stay in their rooms/cells? Miss that hour a day walk that, too a degree, is cruel and inhuman punishment too.

The Times calculates – Nearly 4,500 prisoners in the state are held in segregated housing on any given day, about half in solitary confinement and half in cells with another inmate, according to the N.Y.C.L.U., which planned to publish a 72-page report on its findings on Tuesday, a copy of which was provided in advance to The New York Times.

Sounds daunting to even crack the seam, but one can wonder how many in the prison system should have it assigned to them as required reading before they complain we don’t understand how much retribution the victims of the criminals deserve and how unworthy of our care criminals are.

Quoting – The civil liberties group – The Times – called both types of segregation “arbitrary, inhumane and unsafe,” arguing that corrections officials have too much discretion to send inmates to segregated housing for long periods, even for minor infractions.

Is it a wonder convicts, and inevitable convicts, see punishment in civilian life a reward in itself for themselves, after being molded into degenerates living out society’s extremes.

The Times says – The report does not call for abolishing solitary confinement but recommends that the state corrections department enact more restrictive regulations that reserve isolation as a punishment for the most violent offenders and that the state take a census of its cells to find out which inmates deserve to be there.

See, there goes politics. Chipping away at the status quo, prolonging just plain turning everything around.

The Times cites – A spokesman for the corrections department, Peter K. Cutler, who limited his comments in an interview on Monday because the report had not been released. Mr. Cutler said, “Disciplinary segregation is something that we take very seriously in our system.” Then The Times paraphrases, printing, – He said the factors guiding the department were inmate behavior and the safety and security of the prisons. “There is a process. It is not something that is done unilaterally.”

Sanitariums used to pick out the worst and give them lobotomies too. So?

Donn Rowe, president of the New York State Correctional Officers and Police Benevolent Association, said, “Inmates are absolutely entitled to rights, and should never be subjected to violence. But their anonymous complaints should also be met with an appropriate amount of skepticism, and the public must be reminded that New York’s prison system houses some of the most violent and troubled individuals in this country.”

So why try to teach them compassion? They’ll never learn so why be compassionate toward the worst of us? Our only option is tearing their ill will apart when that’s what made them who they are?

Maybe The Times erred in not giving authority the last word? But prints nonetheless – In the letters, the inmates, whose real names were not released by the N.Y.C.L.U. because the organization said they might suffer retribution from corrections officials, accepted responsibility for the crimes that they had committed on the outside but questioned whether their behavior on the inside deserved such treatment. They pointed fingers at the mental health officials, nurses and guards who they said brushed off complaints.

The efficacy of being damned to mortal punishment is all that can be seen from the inside of a prison?

Wrote a man who would try to commit suicide months later, “Please, somebody help. I need HELP!!!”

But the inmates are transferred to segregated housing after breaking the rules. One said he was cited for “wreckless eyeballing and stalking” after he looked at a female prison guard’s backside as she bent over to pick up her keys.

God forbid prison be at all similar to the real world outside, huh?

Most of the men ended up at one of the two state prisons dedicated entirely to isolation cells, Upstate Correctional Facility, in the town of Malone near the Canadian border, or Southport Correctional Facility, in Pine City. Monotony was the rule for 23 hours a day. They received their food through slots in the doors. For one hour each day, they exercised in a small metal cage called the “kennel.”

Shouldn’t there be a law protecting dogs’ rights not to have words associated with them demeaned?

Yes I would expect prison officials to know anyway but The Times, as usual to look informed, tattles on the prisoners printing – The men “fished,” or passed notes, books and magazines to each other using ripped sheets weighted by toothpaste tubes. But mostly they watched the walls.

One inmate wrote, quotes The Times, “The water from the sink is a milky color. It’s not white but its definitely not clear. Our shower is extremely hot and drips even after we cut it off — nonstop. Due to the moisture from the shower and the sink, we now are beginning to notice knats, also known as ‘fruit flies.’ The walls are marked with gang signs, demonic drawings, mucus, feces and rust. We are not allowed to disinfect our cells. There is toothpaste hard and flaky on my lights, walls, bed, ceiling, doors and vents. On my shower there is numerous stickers, mildoo, soap residoo, and what appears to be little spots of dried blood.”

Really? Are our paid employees being lazy about prisoner hygiene punishment enough? Or is it true we’ve figured out how to put all our slobs away for life?

To Be Advertising Or Not To Be Is A Question?

According to a first page banner advertisement in The New York Times, Sir Edmund Hillary topped Mt. Everest with Post Grape-Nuts in his pocket, May 29th, 1953. There's no mistaking the value of the consumers' attention, such that as destructive as consumerism can be, financial democracy is a useful solution. 

It's reassuring that whatever the real problem is if it's just about money and everyone's access then we know the solution. The financial success of nuts and berries and families of buffalo? 

Eventually the panacea of education will have created new people so smart that present problems are just maturing society's past. Though a poll consensus would indubitably run high that this generation already considers itself very mature. Especially as the dark ages of the traditional 20th Century shrink in the collective mirror. The world not only improves through education, earthlings evolved. Yet for all our developed strength, where's the efficacy in thwarting the financial security of the crippled, weak and even beaten since the general necessity is that finance circulates throughout society so that everyone can afford Grape-Nuts wherever they're sold whether they want some or not. Grape-Nuts for everybody.

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And Now, While Dominoes Fall In Russia, Something Slightly Different?

A Theoretical New York City Political Tale From The Other Side Of The Commercial Fence? 

or

Whose Under Society’s Big Tent?

I had to get away and go where I wasn’t expected to torment myself for my frustrations. I went to see a film I was told I’d never seen anything like before. Still you have to be suspicious when anyone says something will blow your mind. I was. No one’s discovered a new way for James Bond to explode.

I made it to my seat with no difficulty as carpet led my fellow gentry, who can afford feature films, to our individual chairs. Then something was different right away as if revolution was in the air. The music stopped and curtains abruptly closed halfway as the vibrantly pulsating full-screen ad faded to black and a little grainy film came on. The view was from an across-the-street camera slowly panning a graffitied building. Then the camera zooms in and focuses on the sign above the door that says the Tuli Kupferberg Memorial Library and Coffee House. Then the camera lowers slowly to follow the back of a man’s head then his torso inside, so that, after waiting on a car, the camera catches up with the man's back just inside the door. Then the camera widens right to pan from behind the unmanned bar, past the other room of books, to continue left across various heads, sitting at tables and reading alone on the floor. 

So when the camera pan reached the left wall it zooms in on a painting of people screaming at the top of their lungs. Then music starts and the song CIA Man by The Fugs plays in its’ entirety. (3:35 mins.) And when the music started the camera about faced away from the picture to catch the man, grinning in profile, while he surveys the room. Camera 1 also slid backward along the side wall until stabilized in the back corner where it shot from for the rest of the play. So when Camera 1 locks in place, another camera is on a new guy's back coming in and from over that new second man's shoulder, Camera 2 catches his chewing gum extremely slow as the two men stand next to each other listening to the song. 

Meanwhile Camera 2 slid along the front wall to lodge in the front left corner where it remained pointed at the bar to the protagonists' right. Once the visual symmetry of the stage is established, a long-hair got up from the floor to leave and passing the two guys shrugs, “There’s no service here.” Which just gets the two men grinning and looking to their right at the small coffee machine on the small coffee bar. The right guy said, “Serve coffee? Tuli might say we’ve served coffee long enough.” 

So then when they stop grinning, Camera 2 pans left from them and the bar to the table in the center of the floor that the long-hair had sat next to. A chair seated man in his sixties raises his eyes to give them a look and then drops his head back in his book and the men give each other the same look. But short-lived as now Camera 3 enters as if it’s the eyes of the person coming in. The other two cameras check-in as snapshots that miss the front door, then the two men effusively turn around facing Camera 3 as if they're greeting the camera, as Camera 3, as the eyes fade, and Camera 2 catches the new arrival in profile. It was as if a sign on his face said political celebrity even before he said, “I had to see this place.”

Then the first man answers, “Thank you, Mr. Mayor. You agreed to see for yourself. Not just take others' word.”

The politician said, “Yes I make up my own mind,” then the first man mumbled “on a whim” while facing the music/speaker. So the politician looks him in the face and says, “What?” a little angrily, but the first guy just replies, “I just meant what Tuli might think.”

Shrugging, the yet to smile, politician cracks, “And what’s that?”  

Then the first man takes a broad step toward the next room that's the library, and lowers his right arm practically in a curtsey, to say, “Follow me this way to the books.”

Then in passing between the two men, the politician stops to face the first man. He says, “I asked you not to call me Mr. Mayor.” Then the politician listens as if he has to smell this out. Then says, “And will they always have this music?” 

And the first guy says, “Aren’t we all dead when music’s gone?

So now the politician has instinctive reactions. He's dropped his head to a light beat, and discreetly coughed while rubbing his right shoe on the floor. As if preparing to skewer an opponent and lower the boom. With no explanatory narration so far about what a Tuli Kupferberg sign on the door might mean, I’m still following the story. It didn't move at a pace where I wasn't understanding the symbols. 

Then after the last scrape of his left foot, the politician says, “Seinfeld. Can I call you Jerry Seinfeld?” 

And the guy says, “You just did.”

Then the politician snickers and says, "Well. I just did because last time you didn’t want me to know your name.”

So the man falsely accused of being named Seinfeld, says, “Hey.” But the politician ignores him and shifts his weight in place as if he was just peeking inside the library. Then turning back to the first man, the politician's eyebrows move in as his stare centers on the man he'd falsely accused of being a Seinfeld and the politician says, “Everything's a joke to you, huh? The revolution is not coming back to my district. Period. If I don’t have peace and quiet, it’s a blemish on my spotless record I can’t permit.”

Then the anonymous Seinfeld seems to wait on the music with this slight look of maybe his message is lost if the song's cursing doesn't stop. So to himself in voiceover the man thinks, "Man. Tuli sure represented the broad parameters of free speech." 

Then the song ends and Man 1 faces the politician, and out loud says, “I’m quiet.” 

So the politician tries taking him into his confidence. A voter is a voter so the politician says, “You know this isn’t about you. You’re hard working. But society doesn’t need radicals here.”

“Well,” the first guy says, “I’m not Jerry Seinfeld. But you’re the man.”

And the politician didn’t miss a beat. He said, “You know I’m cool. I ride a motorcycle." Then that's when the second man, who’d been listening over the first man’s shoulder, leads Camera 3 past the other two into the Tuli room where he sits in a chair and the camera immediately about faces to focus on the first man's face when he’s not blocked by the back of the politician’s head.

Camera 2, across from the bar, catches the politician's smile when he says, “I’ll be honest with you.” Then not Jerry smiles and gives up on it when the politician continues. “Politicians serve a purpose," he says and at that, Man 2 raises his head from his book and Man 1 squints when the politician says, “I serve the public. The most expensive corporation of all.” 

Amused, as if he was Jerry. Man 1 nods and says, “Ah. So it follows then that government might just be too big to not have inherent corruption? Power corrupts absolutely and all that jazz. What do you think?”

The politician's shoulder shakes. He says, “I think, you think, you can put words in my mouth.”

And Man 1 does a Jerry-like laugh and says, “I wouldn’t assume how far an opinion can reach.” 

So to that the politician raises his chin to give Man 1 the sizing up. Then he says, “You can twist words. You should consider writing speeches. There’s more money in that than this.”

And Man 1, actually in Jerry’s voice again, said, “As it should be?” 

From the beginning the politician had a don’t play smart with me attitude reduced to cliche by the comedies. Friction for friction sake to tantrum-wise portray a job. There was an undercurrent of ideology about this film. Then the camera seemed to forget the protagonists were at a rough spot and focused over the first man's shoulder on a woman and man entering with a box they plop next to the bar. They’ve brought dinner and set a table then one spills a water bottle on purpose, that starts a short water fight and the camera backs away as they clean the floor. 

Then backed up from the water fight, Camera 3 stops at the Tuli room door and about faces to follow inside along a bookshelf aisle where it zooms in on the politician perusing the books and stopping to smack his lips and shake his head holding up the book, 1001 Ways To Avoid The Draft, that someone deliberately painted the title in neon to be perfectly seen.

Then the second guy, sitting, looks up and speaks softly to the first man. “You’re smiling?” And Man 1 says, “Tuli would love this.” 

Then the shot goes black and I’m half expecting a Stallone extravaganza to start, or whatever it was that had tricked me into that theater. But bam, Camera 1, in the back, focuses on no one's there then zooms in on the locked front door popping open to The Fugs’ Summer Of Love, (cued to 7:30), and three enter.

First in, a woman throws up her hands and says,  “Wow the mayor is after us.” And the next new guy says, “The councilman. He’s just a councilman,” as the woman smiles at Man 1 crossing the room to look at a new picture of bicyclists playing polo in a park. 

The new guy says, “That’s why he’s mad at us. Labels are all politicians have. Fred, you have to apologize.”

Finally a character’s name Fred answers a mystery. I’d invested time and it seemed no one else complained, as if we all wanted to see what would happen just like from real compelling films with stars all over the place. Even though Jerry Seinfeld was just replaced by Fred. 

So Fred is completely against apologizing or even staying involved with the project. He says, “Celebrity to celebrity, so to speak. If I were Seinfeld famous, which I’m not.” 

But the woman interrupts, “Fred's right. Except we’re closed unless this becomes an issue.”

Fred says, “I’m not an issue. I’m a comedian.”

Which sparks the other guy who says, “But Fred that’s all we’re asking. Hone your craft here for a really big show. Instead of burning yourself out on the road, do it here.

Fred says, “Yeah. The Book's Last Stand.” 

“Right," the woman says, "I'll be Mickey Rooney in the big show. Fred, people were scared not to sign his petition. We were invited to that meeting just to gloat. This isn’t about books Tuli couldn’t bring himself to throw away. He was obscure for a reason, and not just because he didn’t play guitar like Hendrix. The radical point of view isn't poison. What are you going to do?”

Then the cameras fade out and in on Fred all by himself, at a table, in a chair leaning against the left wall. He’s staring at the wall art and laughs and says, “No one's here. I’ll do a monologue. Leverage. Power. Whoever actually is, was, or becomes mayor, they’re not mayor. Mayor is just a title. However you slice social relations, no person has power to pull strings all by themselves. Any title is a network of tentacles. Look, even Stalin, the bastard, had to dupe millions to get what he wanted."

Then Fred looks up in a questioning pose, as if the sky were inside, and he says, "Tuli would say Occupy isn’t radical. Why would people, pleading, for those that can to stop screwing around with the money, be anything but rational? When the world is unhinged by strict compliance to thought control, where can independence compromise? Ever win?"

Then the camera blacks, but the mega-hit has to wait as an across-the-street camera focuses and follows Fred following the original second guy outside to sit at a table and watch a school bus pass. 

Man 2 says, “No matter who bought the Lower East Side, no one owns the state of mind.” And Fred smugly frowns and laments, “Not this week anyway. No telling what the future is compelled to claim.”

Then everything is black for at least eight seconds when the house lights come on and this wild-haired guy, with a film case, flew by and out the back door chased by theater security. Now that's 3-D!

CMF

"THE GLASS CEILING" MYTH is men CARE! Especially Arrogant DECEIVED GASAHOLIC - LA Connected to Dr. Armand Hammer, MALCOLM FORBES WARNED ME ABOUT.

RITTER forced to be honest? Your culture, not mine folks.

     Giving up power is just not in human DNA. Why understandable SECURITY for the Men Controlled ABC/DISNEY Conglomerate chose to redundantly support their, Trophy of Entitlement, "GLASS CEILING" Ritter. His, "Glass Ceiling's," obvious shallowness when faced - is reflected in ABC SECURITY's basic inability to READ, contemplate or even be allowed to think. As Sergeant Schultz, of Hogan's Heroes fame, can be paraphrased, They "know nothing." 

    And of the possible security personnel in the ballpark? Like me just wishing Bill Ritter's selfish activity never started. As I said to a Friendly, supposedly, Security Man. Weird is how I've had to react to weird. He, Ritter, didn't know who I was? NOT even plausible NOW! PLUS he certainly saw WE knew enough of each other to speak with each other. Despite Glass Wall's SECURITY CEILING. 

    Just because Stalin and Mao won, doesn't mean they weren't ruthless tyrants. Same holds true of people responsible for minimizing my, destroyable by BIG MONEY, reputation. 

    In addition, LAST SUMMER, in front of me. A male executive made a point of taking inside just a fan for a picture WITH HER, at the desk where her eyes had bonded with mine, just to demonstrate how outside I STILL AM! I was away an entire month researching trains in six Northeast-Corridor American cities. New York City. Ithaca, New York. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Wilmington, Delaware. Baltimore, Maryland. And Washington, D. C. 

    Then, back at 66 and Columbus, faced down 5 repetitive stalkers. Ms. Baderinwa able to phone film the first incident, as we looked in each others' stunned eyes that got me to grab the bicycle to put in front of the threatener. She no doubt knows I won't hit, regardless. 

    Twice threatened with unseen knives and the worst mouth responded to as loud, became Ritter's contrived defensive platform. "Security can handle" it, that I've watched Sade entertain - and allow one shadow to be outside that window "FIVE YEARS." Mr. "I DON'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS" after saying and listening to basically little. Yet knew Bronx Expressway's a tragedy AND ran knowing I'm about HIS ILK FIXING & FACING MORE! Robert Moses also ran from Robert A. Caro too when pressed as to why he was undermining OUR FUTURES. 

    Cornell University? Some ABC/DISNEY Staff has portrayed themselves for near half a year (security stepped between me and her car door, neither of us would have opened then) wanting rid of this man who proudly highlights Cornell's Founders Wall AS INSPIRATION. Because my Aunt Aurora and Uncle Kenneth, JK Fraser's names appear on the FOUNDERS WALL next to Laurence Rockefeller. As such, ABC/DISNEY/RITTER rendered me insignificant in any context as a stalker outside their window. Preposterous. 

    BILL RITTER CREATED The Conglomerate's Malignant Perception as Ms. Baderinwa and I stuck with an entirely different observational agenda. PERIOD. I am the only journalist who'll ever visit the set of LAW AND ORDER three times because Dick Wolf respected my uncle.

    Cornell/Syracuse Weatherman Lee Goldberg's eyes goofily circled hearing "GLASS CEILING'S" jargon. Jargon covering up for POLLUTION and its EXCAVATION ruining the world. Goldberg said it. "Global Warming is faster than projected." We've taken too much out of the wobbling EARTH and BILL RITTER and others aren't caring enough for the PUBLIC TO GIVE A CRAP. 

    So "GLASS CEILING," ME described as a "pest" is A HEARD FACT. A first time seen Security that said it, gaining attention of a passing woman's eyes. Men aren't capable of being straight about this ISSUE! "TEAM GLASS CEILING!" 

    The fact that beyond interfering with Sade Baderinwa and I where HE DIDN'T AND DOESN'T BELONG, he's also had no problem BEING an actual male hierarchy figurehead in the way of WOMEN'S PROGRESS. In the way of women advancing the capability of ABC's local news. Capability so far beyond Ritter's, personally inflated, panel buttressed vision. RITTER AND ABC/DISNEY SHOULD FACE reflecting our culture's shallowness. 

    Nina Pineda should have, at least, a monthly review show of her journalism. Sandra Bookman, after two decades, finally got HERE AND NOW! Woman actually faced me down, stepping forward, leering in my eyes when I passed where she stood and a cyclist was doored and killed the day before. Oh yeah, believe it. When I face Sandra Bookman, I'm facing more than shallow male hierarchy ever bothered achieving. 

    Do I believe ABC/DISNEY is completely trapped by Bill Ritter's deviousness? I have to qualify devious, because as stands, he is represented as JUST a face at a desk not capable of responsibility for any actions or opinions. ESPECIALLY HIS OWN! 

    But even "What's a Conscience" Security JEFF will abandon "Glass Ceiling" in their own time. Right, abc glass ceiling security division, IN TUNE with gladhandedly secure Mr. "GLASS CEILING/% himself? Ethics will prevail.

    SO I don't appreciate, or even a tad appreciate, drawn into Bill Ritter's arrogant ARROGANCE. People who hold themselves in such entitled esteem, above others, SHOULD REALLY WORK AT IT. Wave Bill! 

In my opinion this man's memory holds "GLASS CEILING" contemptuously. Mr. Contentless Magnanimous Gesture. 

    Uh huh. Of course I'm mad. 

    Eight months after Ms. Baderinwa AND I understand where we are, "GLASS CEILING" Ritter and ABC/DISNEY STILL represent themselves as if RITTER didn't outright intrude and they're BOTH bigger than human institutions. As even the Stock Market, where women WILL MAKE STRIDES, must see everything "GLASS CEILING'S WAY! MEN! 30 Centuries DICTATES WOMEN'S TURN and yes face-to-face, I'll say it. EXPERIENCE HELL you earned, "GLASS CEILING." Doubtful ever really understood the actual challenges in your lives? Especially the Sycophantic Coaster on the Militarized (San Diego Naval Industry) Industrial Complex! !!!

    This gas madness of (napalmed Vietnam/"smells like victory") destruction over the centuries? That you RITTER ENDORSED in intervening in my life specifically. Up-nosed LA business writer on Occidental/ARMAND HAMMER malignancy-in-my-life time. While BIG MONEY continues the TEARING OUT THE EARTH Hypocrisy! Sure Ritter raises liberal flags. Professes objectivity like the lunatic running for the betrayed White House. But I've seen his gas isn't ruining the world shrugging. World's already ruined and needs fixing wasn't on pinhead's radar. Not my fault. ABC/DISNEY? 

    Whatever. BUT Everyone should, or will, realize, no one innocent interferes as you, "Glass Ceiling," chose to do. 

    I, Malcolm Fraser wanted nothing to do with how Rudy Giuliani chased and manipulated Donna Hanover in her Miami television studio, numbskulls. 

    Sade Baderinwa, you are a genius. 😇😇😇 

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