I have a story to tell.
I am a desperate man that is totally fed up with what is going on in legitimate society. I’m an adult male, a
criminal all my adult life. Maintaining the child’s eye while also seeing up
front and center from the eyes of an ex-con, Viet Nam Vet, porn actor, drug
addict for over 20 years, newspaper publisher – but most of all a decent guy
who has just experienced a big more color than most others have. A good guy that did a lot of bad things. I have been accused of
being a “know it all.” I have always wondered about that – what would intrigue
me? It was mostly women that would say this – I don’t hang out with guys, I’m first
and foremost always about women. Why is it that some are fascinated by a man’s
understanding of many things, and as the emotional comfort zone becomes
thicker, often with contempt for one with low self esteem – I would learn later
in life that was often the reason that people would then resent that you knew
so much. Turns out that I was reminding this person of how much they didn’t
know, while I referred to myself with pride. Those lacking self esteem became
jealous and angry and didn’t even know they were doing it. They were often
simply lost. It was often explained to me that it’s about people’s inability to
support their argument.
I don’t know what it was about me that had me totally convinced that I knew a
lot more than I truly believed deep down inside. No one ever was there to
support me. Mother was always working. Dad was gone by the time I was ten, and
he was never around. It
is what it is. It’s that simple. There is so much crap in the media that I’m
going to have to put together some kind of death squad. The problem is that bad
people do bad things to good people. All the good people do to the bad people
is try to be good to them, and that is bad because it never works. Never. So
what is happening in the war on terrorism? I haven’t heard a lot of what needs
to be said. Why? Because we are all making money, acquiring fame and celebrity
by promoting and following up with the damned status quo of misinformation,
disinformation, no information and over saturation by the media. The media will be the
death of us. What do we call “poor” in these United States? Let’s take that
poor ethnic person who is crying poor – if they were in their native home area
of the world they would be in the top 5% of wealth in that country. Isn’t that
something? Do you
remember when you needed only one healthy income to run a household? When we
didn’t have all those highways to handle all those cars that bring twice as
many people to work as 40 years ago? Do you remember when you couldn’t buy
something, most people would
simply say “I can’t afford it. I’m going to save to get that item.” People
don’t do that anymore. It’s embarrassing. Now you simply charge it. You are
charging and over-charging. Statistics show that we are spending over 5% to pay
interest on the things we bought but could not afford. It used to be if you
can’t buy it with cash up front you can’t afford to buy it! Not so anymore. The theory now is don’t let
that fool you, for the media and commercials don’t want to send you that
message. The people that make money providing you with programming will not
espouse such a thing as social responsibility or explain what the hell that is.
Everything
expands. Now not only do you have credit to buy, but the same creditors who made it possible for our parents to
afford what they can’t afford, they have taught their children how to work two
jobs and can now see the pleasure
of life. For there is so much interest needed to pay these debts off you say
you can’t afford to borrow anymore? Imagine
that – can’t afford to borrow! Perhaps they can’t even buy groceries. What I
want to know is that if manufacturers can’t afford to make any more products
because their wholesalers extended too much credit to the retailers who
expanded too much credit that now there is no money for the wholesalers to buy
products to ell back to the retailers – what will the manufacturers do? How about “no payments for 18 months?” We let the wholesalers buy from the
manufacturers without paying so they can sell to the retailers who won’t have
to pay for 12 months – and now they can go on the television, buy advertising
on credit. They have no cash, so they can advertise to the consumer, the greedy
public who will then hear they can load up. Buy all their Christmas goodies,
and not pay anything for one full year. Everything expands, even in the
negative. And this is not good. There
is so much media, and we all want to be stars, so the bar continually lowers in
conjunction with the need to fulfill more volumes of people. I’m
a naturalist. I believe in nature. Love is energy. My mother Elly was visiting
three sons in three prisons in Massachusetts. I grew up with her mantra of
“smile and people will smile with you. Cry and you’ll cry alone.” She used to
kick our asses, and say “If you don’t tell me the truth now, one day someone is
going to tell me and I’m going to give it to you twice as hard.” We told her. But not for long. It was just a
follow through from her upbringing. It was a mother who loved to the umpth
degree. She is my role model. She never made us feel like we weren’t safe. I
knew we were poor. Growing up in the neighborhood outside Brockton on the
better side of the tracks, but just across the street were the really well off
families. At school I simply wasn’t all that loved by friends. There were a lot
of bullies. I couldn’t fight unless I was mad – and I was always a pretty happy
go lucky kid. A happy kid in an unhappy childhood.. I didn’t like school. Girls
didn’t like me. I was too small, too young, and was poor – an embarrassing
thing for me. Where
I came from and where I am now is the stuff movies are made of. Now I’m the
publisher of a successful travel publication. With that being said, I have to
say that I was always too humble to think that my life was that worthy. Who
would care about my life? But guess what? The times are a changin’. There is so
much crap amount of media channels that the absolute need for copy is
unrelenting. Like a thirst that is never quenched. Everyone is making money and
I’m an entrepreneur. That’s
right. I was a crook, an entrepreneur when I lived the life of a Viet Nam vet,
turned heroin addict, turned bank robber. Jail escape to port start to
newspaper publisher. That’s what I think this is all about. The reason I’m
expounding on this is to allow you to understand who I really am. I’m a smart
son of a bitch, finding out that all my life I’ve been living by a triad of
triads and there are three kinds of people in the world. 1. Those who make things happen. 2. Those who watch the people that make things
happen. 3. And finally the vast majoritythat don’t have
a clue to what is going on. It’s all relative. It is those who
have more of the ignorance that I talk about. I’m learning that I’m a genius,
I’m entertaining, I’m pretty damned interesting, but I’m also a dichotomy in so
many ways. As
a kid growing up, I was always afraid of silence. I would always imagine someone in my company
would be thinking negatively of me, if I didn’t learn to entertain them and
fill the air with sounds. The only naturally occurring thing that would go on
would be them thinking bad of me. So I quickly became one with personality. I was quick-witted, sarcastic to a
tee. I remember stealing pennies from my
mother’s coin jar when the ice cream truck came by. My mother never “caught”
me. She didn’t have to – she just knew. And I knew that she knew. The shame was
enough to deal with. My
mother was a garment worker. After she would fix dinner for us, she would take
me with her to her night job in the factory, and I would trim zippers for her
and her co-workers. I was seven years old and making a quarter an hour. Herein lies a dichotomy.
I am an ex this and an ex that, and ex everything under than the sun that is
less than – shall we say respectful? Yet I have opinions that you will not be
able to brush away with the usual “what does he know” adage. Once you see where
I have come from, and once you see just how “right on” I am about things, you
will come away with a whole lot of everything
to think about. My experiences have made me wise. I
know what needs to be done for this country. I have been listening to the
politicians, and the “talking heads” and everyone is out for the same thing –
fame and fortune. No matter who they are, good or bad, and it’s really all
relative. But do the right thing? Are you kidding me? And people still don’t
get it. People are dumb, not so much intellectually but emotionally. People
have little or no emotional intelligence, which used to be called common sense,
and the politicians know this. The proof they have is that people believe them. The media is screwed up.
The First Amendment is screwed up. Technology is screwed up. I don’t believe
the world will even be here in 30 – 100 years. If we don’t do it ourselves, the
weather is going to do it. The technology of the mass media is making everyone
aware of everyone’s good fortune, and they are getting it every day. This
technology is killing us. The
mass media is making everyone aware of everyone’s good fortune, and they are
getting it every day. This business about fame and fortune made in what my
mother would call “blood money.” These “talking heads” what we have on Fox,
CNN, so much product out there to fill. So much demand for product that the
cable channels are all serving the lowest common denominator. We are sinking
lower and lower. And
here is the reason you are reading this book. Because the further you get into
it, and into my head, the more intrigued you become. Because I am telling you
what to think, programming you in how to think. Why not? The media does it.
Don’t try to tell me that the media is only serving their viewers, their
listeners, their readership. I already told you I’m a newspaper publisher. So
now you are really compelled! You drop the money down to buy this book so of
course you are going to read it. You will tell your friends, and they will tell
their friends, and I may end up with my own website after this. But
seriously – the reason you are reading this book is because I have a lot to
say, and I’m quite entertaining, if I do say so myself. I must publish or
perish. Yes, I am a newspaper publisher, but that is for another page as well. As
for what you are saying to yourselves, see how much I know – or think that I know – for you don’t know unless you know that you know – if you think you know – then you don’t know! You get it! At any rate, I
am here to talk about all the right side of political stuff to the right. I’m
an ex-con, a drug user, an adult entertainer, a stand-up comedian. Yes, you see
I think those on the right side of the aisle are the grown-ups. Because you
see, I was like them on the left when I was a kid. I wanted what I wanted and I
wanted it now. If you don’t give it to me I’m going to scream, holler, yell,
lie, cheat, steal and ill. You want to talk about human rights? Let’s see how
un-human it is when this civilization goes down the way of the Roman Empire. As for me, I’m a
salesman. I know more about you than you know. Oh yes I do. But like anything
else, tell me what kind of person you are and I will tell you what kind of
salesman you are or whatever else it is. Because enough of us are not judging
or assessing ourselves or others with what makes up who they are. Instead, it’s what
they are. I an actor, a teacher, or whatever I need to be. And then whatever is
felt upon the community you are presently in, and the way they feel about
whatever it is you do. Just remember perception is reality, so if they think it is, it is. It’s that simple.
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