Aphrodite Shuddered - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

What's Mom Going to Think?

All the trouble started in the summer of 1985, after my girlfriend Angie and I moved into a double-wide trailer near the airport, south of Seattle. Although I made a good enough salary at the Xeno Corporation to afford to buy a house, I was (and still am) a dreadful penny pincher. It really wasn't all that bad, though - tacky yet comfortable.

Angie was a waitress at the local Denny’s Restaurant and spent all her tips on cocaine. She was a prototypical Denny’s front-counter girl: a short-lovable-white-blonde, with a self-destructive streak compensated by an eternally cheerful and kindly disposition. She liked to joke that the only reason she started going out with me was because of my name: Denny. We didn’t have much in common aside from our mutual enjoyment of getting loaded, sleeping and screwing - usually in that order of frequency. Sometimes, in looking back, I cringe thinking about my lifestyle in the mid-1980s. But in that era, and in that particular place, it all seemed perfectly normal.

A few months later we met an extremely attractive neighbor of ours, Tina, who lived in an apartment building on the corner. Tina, a young black woman possessing a hard and wiry body like an aerobics instructor, worked as a check-in clerk at a Hilton hotel close to the airport. She was tough minded except for having allowed abusive men to treat her like a doormat. But she, in turn, treated chumps like me like a doormat. She reminded me of one of those junior-high school she-devils who terrorizes all the boys.

Angie and Tina became fast friends after Tina began frequenting the Denny’s Restaurant where Angie worked, which was located right across the street from the Hilton. Soon Tina was visiting our home several times a week, playing cards with Angie and me for hours on end. I had no idea that Angie and Tina were playing much more than Hearts or Spades while I was working the swing shift.

Immediately captivated by Tina’s brash personality and exotic dark beauty, I developed a secret crush on her. I had never fantasized about another woman while making love to Angie, but now when I closed my eyes, l vividly pictured Tina’s bright, confident smile and smoothly muscled cocoa-brown body.

About a month after meeting Tina, my fantasies boiled over during a particularly intense sex session with Angie, and I hissed into her ear as she moaned at the approach of her climax: "How'd you like to watch me with Tina, huh? I bet she fucks like a beast. Would that be hot, huh?"

"You bastard!" she cried as her body trembled under my furious thrusts.

Immediately afterward, reality set in and I said, slightly embarrassed, “Um, I'm sorry, Angie. I just got a little carried away. You know I love you.” After a moment of silence, I said, “Hey, are you really mad at me? It’s just a dumb fantasy. Damn, I'm so stupid - ”

“I ain’t mad…” Her voice faded, like she was drifting off to sleep. But just as I was about to fall asleep, she jostled me and then haltingly said, “Uh, Denny, I was gonna tell you, but I thought, I thought you’d get pissed.”

“Huh? Tell me what?” I mumbled in confusion.

“Me and Tina. We, we’ve been together. Together in bed. I never thought I would get involved in something like that - ”

“Whoa. No shit?” Now I was wide awake. The thought of them naked together made my blood pressure rise in excitement, but then I started wondering why Angie would do such a thing in the first place. “Are you happy with me, Angie? Sex-wise, I mean.”

Holding me tightly, she laughed against my chest. “Sex-wise you are just fine, Den. Sometimes, I don’t even need to fake it.”

“You’re doing wonders for my ego.”

Sliding her slim right leg around my hip, she reached for my groin. “Are you serious about it? I mean about Tina. She doesn't show it but she's attracted to you. She joked around with me and said that we oughta make a sandwich out of you - HA!. You know how crazy she gets when she drinks, but maybe she wasn’t kidding.”

I laughed incredulously and said, “She really said that?”

“Heh-heh - you dirty boy, it’s turning you on.” Then she ducked under the covers and started sucking.

“Yeah...ah, yeah it is,” I sighed.

* * *

A few days later, after Angie informed Tina what I had suggested, Tina hinted to her that she would not mind it. Thus began our torrid three-way affair. I didn’t brag about it - or even mention it - to the few friends I had made since moving to the airport area. For one thing, I didn’t want sex-starved guys constantly hanging around trying to soak up the “surplus”, as it were, something I would have done had I been in their unfortunate shoes.

 Soon I heard a rumor from one of Tina's co-workers that the clean-living Tina was also going out with A.J. Davis, a local drug dealer . Davis was a familiar character in the neighborhood. I had seen him many times at the restaurant where Angie worked, and at the hotel bars near the airport, not far from home. Ever since Tina had brought him over to our place, one month ago, Davis began coming over regularly to make small talk and sell Angie trivial amounts of cocaine. Having my own drug "problem" with marijuana, I thought nothing of it at first. But I began to feel put-out because he then got presumptuous, dropping by the trailer unannounced late one night, interrupting a good fuck. Fortunately it wasn’t a total loss: after Angie got her coke from him and returned to bed with a snoot-full of nose candy, it was a great fuck.

* * *

November 1985, two months later:

Angie was intently snorting a line of coke in the living room when I came home from work one evening. Still in a lousy mood from a hectic day at the office, I flared-up at her: "Why do you still buy that garbage, Angie? You quit your damned job, so how the hell can you afford to - “

"I didn’t buy it. A.J. gave it to me, Denny," Angie said. "I can't afford it, that's for sure," she added in an feeble attempt to mollify me.

I said, "Don't encourage him to hang around anymore. I already told you that I don’t appreciate the dude coming over at odd hours, or when I'm not home.”

"Do you still remember what you told me when we met? That we don't own each other? Well, A.J. is my friend - I like him a lot.” Her voice sounded almost hopeful as she ventured to ask, ”You're actually jealous?"

"No. You should know me well enough by now.” But no matter how I tried to suppress it, I did feel a twinge of unjustified sexual jealousy. “It’s just that, how much do you really know about that dude, anyway? He's probably in a gang, like the Crips. Wait - Crips wear red. Or is it blue?"

Laughing at my ignorance, she then said, “I’m starting to think that you don’t like him just because he’s black.”

“That’s just stupid. Tina's black too, remember?” However, in the back of my mind, I felt insecure, thinking, “His cock is probably twice as big as mine”. “...I'm just tired of worrying that the police will kick-in the door whenever he shows up - he's a bust. So if you wanna snort that shit, do it somewhere else from now on.”

"And what about all that weed you smoke? It's illegal too - duh! You're being hypocritical, as usual. Do you get paranoid about the cops when Rick comes over to sell you weed?“

“It’s not the same thing - “

“Don't I have a fuckin' say about what I do here or who visits me? I pay half the rent on this place, y'know."

My annoyance quickly turned into petty cruelty: the thought occurred that Angie - now amongst the unemployed - was at my financial mercy, as I knew she hardly had two nickels to rub together. Then I began speaking without thinking. "Well, you can pay all of the rent, as far as I'm concerned. I make decent money - I can afford a much better place than this dump whenever I feel like it. I could even buy a house - "

She seemed unimpressed. "Oh phht - don’t bother! Anyway, I don’t believe you, because yer so cheap. And yer an asshole for threatening to move out because I don't have a job. Hell, I could be back at my old job tomorrow if I wanted to.” With false cheeriness, she dropped a bombshell on me, “Oh, and has Tina told you that she asked me to move in with her?”

I laughed at the idea. "Tina won’t put up with living with you for long. She ain't a druggie like us, and hell, she doesn’t even drink a lot. But at least you won't have to worry that she'll snort-up your stash. You know, I bet A.J. is already dealing dope out of her apartment when she's at work. He’s just a user, Angie. Guys like him'll take over your life every time."

“You’re trying to do the same damned thing! You pretend you’re a caring person, but actually you’re the most selfish person I ever met!" I owned most of Ayn Rand's books and naively tried to live up the Rand philosophy. To my disappointment, she had never shown an interest in reading them. She was more into the books of James Michener and Stephen King.

"Selfish? If you had been more selfish and took better care of yourself, you wouldn’t be reduced to couch-surfing now.”

“Up yours - I’m leaving!”

“Well, have a nice life, Angie. But if you end-up a coke whore living in the gutter, don't come begging to move back in."

Angry, red-faced Angie went for the jugular, spewing mindlessly, "You unfeeling phony! Sleazy pervert! Sick fuck! You need porn videos to get-off!"

Her words stung me like a wasp attack, but I managed to put up a last-ditch defense. “That was below the belt, especially considering the fact that you were watching them with me. Doesn’t that make you a sick fuck too?” Angie favorite porn video in my collection featured Johnny “The Human Tripod” Wilcox, whose nickname is self-explanatory. As Angie stormed out of the living room, I idly wondered if Ayn Rand had ever seen a pornographic film. Then I called after her: “Well, grab all your pathetic belongings and go, then! I’ll live like a fucking king with you gone!”

“King Shit, you mean!”

* * *

Having never been in a long-term relationship before, and not used to being separated from Angie for any extended time, I was unprepared for the pain I endured in her absence. To make matters worse, Tina sympathized with her, of course, so she was off-limits to me now as well, a situation that I, cursing myself, had not foreseen. The first few sleepless nights were filled with tortured fantasizes about Angie, Tina and A.J. Davis performing the raunchiest sex acts imaginable with each other. Finally, after two weeks of lonely boredom, I called Tina apartment and talked to Angie. After the tentative exchange of greetings, I found myself begging her to come home. To my utter surprise and relief, she began blubbering about how much she missed me.

Once we had kissed and made-up, life at home became more-or-less blissful again, particularly since Tina stayed overnight with us on occasion. I was also pleased that Angie had returned to her old waitress job, though it meant she would be indulging in cocaine more often than ever. My attitude about that, however, was ambivalent, as many of our friends and acquaintances used a various assortment of illegal drugs.

Late one night around Thanksgiving Day, Angie and I were relaxing in our bedroom, drinking cocktails. Looking for a good movie to watch, Angie rummaged through the stack of video tapes I had rented recently. She joked, “No new X-rated movies, Denny? Your old ones are so worn-out you can hardly tell what's going-on anymore, you've watched them so many times.”

“Yeah, right, blame all the voyeurism on me. But with you and Tina, I feel like I'm living in a porn movie, so why bother watching it anymore?”

In mock fury, she replied, “Oooh, so it wasn't until Tina got involved with us that you felt that way! You must not think I'm hot enough to make porn!” Then she affected a pouting disappointment

“Hey, don't start a fight right now. I feel too good. And don't be so down on yourself - you'd make a damned sexy-looking porn actress.”

“You'd better say that,” she replied while sliding Ghostbusters into the VCR. “Hey, Tina was telling me the other day that A.J just spent, like, five thousand bucks on video equipment. How much you wanna bet that he'll use it to make porn?”

“What else would he use it for? It's hard to imagine that thug earning a living making wedding videos.” I slowly shook my head. “Tsk - I can't believe that Tina's still going out with that dude. He treats her like shit, and she's definitely not the masochistic type. That's what I can't figure out.”

“Those two have a long history together. Can you keep a secret?”

“Yeah, but I don't think I wanna know what it is.”

“A.J. used to be her mom's boyfriend.”

“Whoa – that's way too much information.” Taking her by the hand and pulling her into bed, I said, “Let's drop the whole sordid subject and enjoy the movie - or something.”

“Yeah, lots of something.”

* * *

December 31, 1985 - early morning

Angie tried talking me into accompanying her to a New Year's Eve party at A.J.'s apartment. But I begged off, having a previous engagement to attend that evening's NBA game between the Seattle Sonics and Los Angeles Lakers. She had no interest in basketball whatsoever, and nagged, "Aw c'mon, Denny, it'll be fun. A.J. told me to tell you that you're invited, so there's no excuse for you to be unsociable this time."

"Bah - I'm not unsociable - he really invited me? I didn't think he even liked me.”

"Whatever gave you the idea that he doesn't like you?" Teasing me, she added, "Did I mention that Marta will be there too?" Marta Eichenburger was an appallingly sexy blonde German girl - age 16 - who lived in the apartment next door to Tina, and who was a casual friend of Angie’s. She was living in Seattle only because her father - a Lufthansa Airline pilot based in Frankfurt, Germany - was undergoing training on the new 767 airliner, at a Boeing facility north of town. Angie was amused by Marta's obvious attraction to me and by my subsequent awkward behavior every time she came near me.

After a moment of hesitation, I shook my head and said, “Naw, Angie, I’m going to the game. Some of my co-workers will be there too - that's sociable enough for me." I added in jest, as I departed for work then, “Have fun tonight but not too much.”

Angie didn't relate anything of particular interest to me about the party, other than that she and Tina had nearly come to blows during a drunken, screaming argument, the cause of which Angie couldn't remember. Seven days later, at around 6pm, I came home from work to an empty trailer - not an infrequent occurrence of late. A Post-it note stuck on the living room phone read: “Back soon xoxo”. Then I poured myself a double shot of rum and turned the TV on in the bedroom. Finding nothing of great import on the network news, I hit the power button on VCR, which then ejected a tape that Angie had neglected to remove from it. The handwritten label on the tape read: New Year's. Mildly curious, I shoved it back into the VCR and watched the remaining minutes of the goings-on from A.J.'s party.

Dozens of guests were crammed into his large, expensively furnished apartment, and many of them took the opportunity to act-out for the camera: boisterous young black men guzzling 40-ounce bottles of beer and flashing what appeared to be gang signs, intoxicated young women of various races displaying a naked thigh (such as Angie), or a boob, or (such as Tina and a gorgeous oriental chick) playfully tongue-kissing each other. The last example may explain what had precipitated the drunken fight between Angie and Tina that night.

After about 10 minutes, the tape seemingly ended, since the TV screen suddenly filled with static. But just before I was about the stop the tape, the picture on the screen slowly began to clear again, revealing a completely different recording. Evidently the party antics had been recorded-over the previous contents, although not over its entirety.

Now, a naked girl, her pale blonde hair obscuring her face, was sensuously swaying her lithe body in a room that looked vaguely familiar to me. I assumed this footage was just part a commercial porn video that A.J. had taped-over. That is, until the young lady turned and smiled beautifully for the camera. “Holy fuck - Marta!” I exclaimed in bewilderment. I also recognized A.J.'s distinctive baritone voice now giving her direction in the background.

I will refrain from describing the acts which this 16-year old performed with the two adult men who entered the picture a minute later. Suffice it to say that the recording certainly qualified as being child pornography (ironically, although it is legal in most states to have sexual relations with a 16-year old, it is very much illegal to photograph, film, or videotape it). Before I could recover from the shock of seeing all that, a different sex scene began. In the same room, the same two men who had been screwing Marta were now naked in bed with two other girls, who didn't appear to be a day over 15. When the illicit action began to get X-rated, the tape abruptly ended and began to rewind.

A surreal feeling came over me, as if I had merely imagined what I just saw. Then I watched the sex segments again, not from prurient interest but to try to identify the location where they had taken place. Upon viewing it again, it struck me: it was videotaped in a room at a Hilton Hotel, perhaps the same hotel where Tina was employed. Being the lead night-shift desk clerk, she had once given me an informal tour of the hotel, not long after we first met.

What the hell am I gonna do NOW – Christ! I debated with myself what should be done with the tape, whether I should ignore it, destroy it, hide it, give it to the police or what have you. I couldn't decide what to do with it as yet, being hesitant of going to the police for fear of retribution from whichever street gang A.J. was affiliated with. Because of that distinct possibility, I would keep everything secret for the time being, even from Angie. One thing I could do, and as soon as possible, was to inform Marta's parents about their daughter's ill-advised relationship with a known cocaine dealer/aspiring porn producer. Then I got the idea of taping a copy of the offending video footage. This I easily accomplished, before Angie came home, by cabling both of my VCRs together. Twenty minutes later I stashed the copy in the tool box in the trunk of my car. If I ever had a run-in with A.J. or his gang pals, I figured I could turn it over to the police - A.J. had made the mistake of showing his face on camera

After Angie returned that evening, I casually mentioned viewing the party tape. She replied, “Good, I need to give it back to Tina tomorrow. She borrowed it from A.J.. So, what did you think of the party? Sorry you missed it now?”

“Not really. I hate parties where I hardly know anybody. And some of those guys I saw there, I wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley.”

“For gawd's sake, Denny, you can be so paranoid sometimes. It was fun - I didn't have any problems with anyone.”

“All the same, I don't want you going over there anymore.”

Starting to get irritated with me, she brusquely replied, “Oh don't worry about it - I didn't plan on going back!”

Next morning, after Angie had left for her shift at Denny's Restaurant, I looked through her address book in order to get Marta's phone number, but I didn't see it there. Nor did I find a likely “Eichenburger” listed in the local phone book. A 4-1-1 phone call inquiring on new listings under that name turned up nothing as well. I did know their home address, though, as they lived in the apartment next door to Tina. So I typed an anonymous letter to Marta's father, in which I revealed just enough about his daughter's activities with A.J. to rouse his paternal anger, as well as giving him A.J.'s general description and his full name: Anthony J. Davis. To ensure that he read it, I made the business-size envelope look as official as possible, typing a real return address of The Boeing Company, though using a fictitious contact name: “Mr Harold B. Katz, Airline Personnel Training Liaison”.

Five days after I mailed the letter, Angie informed me, “Well, Den, your little girlfriend is gone.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know - Marta. Her folks sent her back to Germany. Are you heartbroken?”

I was swept with a sense of relief. “Merely devastated. But I'll get over it, eventually.”

“She really had a mad crush on you. Hey, Tina's expecting us for dinner tonight, you know.”

An hour later we walked to Tina's apartment. After dinner, Tina showed me some new wrestling holds she had learned from her step-brother years ago. I secretly enjoyed getting her angry at me and listening to her insulting responses, so, as we stood face-to-face and grappled with our hands and feet, I told Tina: “I know what you’re thinking, Amazon. You think you can knock me out, huh. Don’t even try it. You’ve haven’t seen my bad side yet, which is the only side I ever see of you.”

“Yer yellow, Hercules - I can see it in yer eyes.”

“My God! I got hepatitis!”

Shaking her head, Tina laughed, “Damned fool!” While she was thus distracted, I twisted her left hand around behind her back in a wristlock.

“You taught me well, Amazon.” My stiffening cock was tight against her shapely, muscular ass.

“I’m gonna kill ya for sneakin’ up on me like that!” Before I knew what happened, she had reversed the wristlock. The doorbell rang just then, so Tina released the hold and then hip-tossed me to the orange shag carpet as if I were a sack of potatoes, melting my erection. "Take five, Hercules," Tina breezily said, striding to the front door while I rubbed my sore tailbone.

A.J. Davis strolled through the doorway and acknowledge Angie and me with a casual wave. He was a stocky black man in his early thirties, dressed in a pastel green shirt and white sport coat, looking like a villain on Miami Vice. He and Tina huddled near the door. I overheard Davis asking her, "You seen Marta today? When I called her place, her mama hung up on me."

"She went back to Germany," Tina said.

Davis sneered, "You're a damned liar, she said she ain't leavin’ till next month!"

“What’s up? You hung-up on a 16-year old? What are ya, some kinda child molester?”

"Aw fuck-off, bitch." Evidently upset that his beautiful Teutonic Ice Princess had fled the country, Davis stormed out of the apartment, rapped on the Eichenberger's door, and then he called out, "Marta! Hey, Marta!"

Running after him, Tina angrily shouted, "Hey, what're ya doin', you dumb muthafucka!"

I peeked outside. Then the Eichenburger's front door opened. Marta's father was wielding a golf club as he came out on the landing. “Is your name Anthony?”

A.J. gave him a friendly grin. “Yes sir.”

“Filthy svinehoont! This instant the polizei I am calling- you shtupped my Marta!" .

"Yo, dad, watch what yer doin' with that putter!" A second later, Mr E’s putter connected with Davis' right kneecap. He howled, "RAH! You cocksucka!" Retreating in pain, Davis limped/skipped to the parking lot. “Big mistake, dad! Big mistake!” he hollered from a safe distance.

A short time later, a Prince County Deputy Sheriff knocked on the Eichenburger's door as Angie and I left Tina's place, but I played dumb with the cop, since I wasn't keen to explain to my involvement with Marta, not with her father standing right there - he probably would have knee-capped me, too.

Copyright 2014 by K.D. Bishop

The Last Link to Old Hollywood is Gone

With the recent deaths of Mickey Rooney and Shirley Temple, the last of the old time Hollywood stars are gone forever. Being so young during their heyday, virtually all of the people associated with their movies died long ago, including their child-star contemporaries like Freddie Bartholemew, Elizabeth Taylor and Judy Garland. Other child performers from that era undoubtedly are still living, but the only conceivable "star" still alive from back then is Margaret O'Brien, who was born in 1937 and began her movie career in 1941. She's best known as Judy Garland's little sister in Meet Me in St. Louis. When she was seven years old, she won the Academy Juvenile Award as the best child actor of 1944.

Amazing FREE Wireless System!

I recently came across the technology of wireless "radio" and cannot believe that this technology hasn't caught on yet (see photo below). Yes, it's true: unlimited free music, sports and news at your fingertips, with NO MONTHLY BILL AND NO BANDWIDTH LIMITS! Get total wireless mobility with "radio"! (available at a Second Hand store near you)

Lying to Younger Generations About JFK Assassination

As expected, the TV airwaves are being inundated with programs commemorating the 50th anniversary of the murder of President John F. Kennedy. Also as expected, virtually all of them laugh the idea of a conspiracy right out of court.  With most Americans who were around in 1963 now safely dead, and with newer generations who don't remember it or never gave it much thought, the powers-that-be now feel free to whitewash the facts with a broad brush, making bald statements as if they were axiomatic - "The Warren Report is the ultimate authority pertaining to the assassination"..."The Warren Commission was not co-opted by the CIA"..."There's no evidence that Oswald ever worked for the CIA"..."Jack Ruby had nothing to do with the Chicago/Dallas Mafia"..."Ruby murdered Oswald because he felt sorry for Jackie Kennedy"... "There's no evidence that Oswald had ties to the Louisiana Mafia"..."New Orleans' District Attorney Jim Garrison accepted political bribes from the Louisiana Mafia"... "Witnesses who alleged seeing shooters behind the picket fence are mistaken."... "The autopsy photos were not faked"..."Only three shots were fired"..."The police audio of four rifle shots at Dealy Plaza  was actually recorded blocks away from there, two minutes after Kennedy was killed"..."The two policemen who swore in writing that they found a Mauser sniper rifle at the Texas School Book Depository were lying"..."Deaths of eyewitnesses were purely coincidental"..."The ballistic evidence proves that Oswald did it"..."The undamaged bullet found on an empty stretcher at Parkland Hospital is the same bullet that killed Kennedy and severely wounded John Connelly"..."Connelly was mistaken when he swore that he was hit by a different bullet"..."Kennedy's throat wound was caused by a shot from behind"..."Oswald was able to hit Kennedy and/or Connelly twice in three attempts in just 6.5 seconds, using his mail-order bolt-action Italian rifle"..."Oswald had an unobstructed view of Kennedy on Elm Street"

West, Texas Blast Equal to Low-Yield Atom Bomb?

As far as I can ascertain, using simple geometry, the West Fertilizer plant explosion was approximately equal in explosive force to a 1.2 kiloton nuclear blast.  The nuclear bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki completely leveled those cities to an extent of a 1-mile radius.  The authorities in West, Texas have consistently reported that everything within a 4-block radius of the fertilizer plant was completely leveled. Four city blocks are about 1/4 of a mile.

Using the formula to calculate the area of a circle (pi multiplied by the square of the radius), about 3.14 square miles of Hiroshima and Nagasaki were completely destroyed.  In the West blast, about 1/5 of a square mile was flattened, which is about 6 percent of the area wiped-out by the nuclear bombs dropped on Japan.

If the explosive yield of the Hiroshima bomb was equal to 20 kilotons of TNT, then the fertilizer plant explosion would be 6 percent of that figure, 1.2 kilotons of TNT.  Even if that figure is too high, it does give an indication of a huge amount of explosive material being stored inside the plant, perhaps more than the 270 tons of ammonium nitrate and 24,000 gallons of anhydrous ammonia reported by the company to the EPA in 2012.

Legislators Propose "Breathing Tax" on Bicyclists

Those ever-loony Washington State Legislators in Olympia are at it again.  In order to unearth new sources of tax revenue, Representative Ed Orcutt supports a state law to impose a $25-dollar tax on every new bicycle costing over $500 (need I mention that he is a Republican? I thought not).  This, of course, has caused a stir in biking community, as well as with the public at-large. In response to the claims that bicycles have little impact on streets and also take excess cars off the road, Mr Orcutt said that because carbon dioxide is a greenhouse gas, bicyclists are contributing to global warming and should be taxed accordingly!  I can't believe the complete drooling idiocy of politicians in this country these days, saying things that 10 years ago would have made them a national joke. Why not impose a $5 tax on every pair of new shoes while you're at it? Why should taxpayers have to fund millions for sidewalks for freeloaders who refuse to drive cars?  Of course, car owners wouldn't be adversely affected, as they do very little walking and rarely need new shoes. And the poor can always avoid the tax by buying used shoes at thrift stores!

Source: KING-TV, Seattle. 3/3/13

Senator Scrooge Refuses to Back Down

Senate Minority Leader Ebenezer J. Scrooge (R-Kentucky) today continues his refusal to support increased taxes on the rich without massive budget cuts.  Asked whether the middle class and the poor will suffer because of increased taxes and cuts to entitlement programs, Senator Scrooge responded, "Are there no prisons?  Are there no workhouses?" When asked about the potential of children dying of diseases or starvation due to his party's stonewalling of President Obama's economic policies, Scrooge replied, "Better that they be quick about it, so as to decrease the surplus population." On the subject of gun control, the senator proposed an assault weapons ban for anyone earning less than $250,000 per year.

"Flying Saucers" Over Nevada Nuclear Test Site

Nevada Test Site, Operation Tumbler/Snapper, May 1,1952. This clip (in black-and-white) has been used as stock footage in many movies, and I've always wondered about the 4 or more "clouds" on the right side - I've seen many hours of footage from other nuclear tests but have never observed a similar phenomenon. They could be detection devices but they always had them on parachutes, and you can see that the objects are not descending as if on parachutes (see youtube video "Declassified Nuclear Test Film #18 on that subject). How does one explain the cloud-like appearance of the objects, unless the objects were much warmer than the surrounding air, similar to how contrails are created from jet engine exhaust... The streaks of smoke on the left side were left by small rockets, carrying scientific instruments, launched an instant before bomb detonation. If you stop the video randomly you can see other white objects moving so fast that they left streaks of light on the film negative. Others appear as white blobs, very similar in appearance to the group of stationary "clouds" easily visible on the right side of the screen. Of course, many of the "objects" can be attributed to normal wear-and-tear on the film print. Other people have posted videos on this alleged UFO event but this is the best quality footage available.

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Drunken Rant: What's the Point of Paying For Cable Anymore?

I'm sick of how cable/satellite TV has been ruined by so-called reality shows. It's bad enough that local free TV is chock-full of that reality garbage, but now virtually all cable channels consist all day marathons of that hokey shit. The History Channel, Discovery, and A & E used to be my favorite cable channels but now look at them: American (nose) Pickers, Ax Men, Swamp People, Storage Wars, ad nauseum. There are literally a hundred of them. All that junk is the same: greedy bastards bragging about how much money they are making - who cares? Or a group of Neandrethals acting-out for the camera, talking about how tough they supposedly are and having fake fights with fellow cast members - wake me when it's over. So what it amounts to is that I'm paying 40 bucks per month for ESPN, CNN and Turner Classic Movies..and 200 channels of fucking horse shit!  

Why Detroit Hates Small Electric Cars

Ever notice that most electric cars are large and overweight?  To be fair, not just in Detroit but in foreign automakers as well. We got all kinds of electric/gasoline/CNG hybrids from which to choose. Not by coincidence, these cars cost over $30,000. At the other extreme, there is the new Toyota ONE PASSENGER electric run-about (and it lacks doors to save weight). That's rather ridiculous - one passenger? You can't even take your girl for a spin! Not only that, but its top speed is only 37mph and has a scanty range of 31 miles.

The automakers mutter about the safety of tiny electric cars, yet they make the same size gas powered cars! What the world needs is a two-passenger, 50mph, 80 mile range electric with at least a bare minimum of comfort. The only problem is that this car would undercut the sales of low-price gas powered vehicles. Many people would rather pay $10,000 for the electric mini-car instead of $15-20,000 for a similar gas powered vehicle that has only slightly better performance and costs more to operate. Hopefully, the automakers will find some way to make some money off small electric vehicles. In China, small companies are making affordable two-passenger electric cars for a niche market, much to the displeasure of the large state-subsidized Chinese automakers.

Great Moments in TV History #8: Wrong Winner Announced on Pageant

July 20, 2010: Sarah Murdock, the host of Australia's Next Top Model, goofs big time

Great Moments in TV History #7: Geraldo is Attacked by Nazi Skinhead

November 3, 1988: During an on-scuffle, a guest on The Geraldo Show clobbers host Geraldo Rivera with a chair.

Great Moments in TV History #6: Al Sharpton is Knocked on His Ass

From the Morton Downey Jr. Show in the late 80s. Congress on Racial Equality leader Roy Innes shoves Rev. Al and his chair ass-over-teakettle

Great Moments in TV History #5 - Reporter Forgets What Words Mean

Reporter for KCBS-TV in Los Angeles gets brain freeze (or adverse drug reaction) on-air, during 2011 Grammy Awards

Great Moments in TV History #4: Washed-up Comic Talks Filthy on CNN

From 1998(?): During an interview, the CNN reporter insinuates to Andrew "Dice" Clay that he is attempting a comeback, which Clay takes exception to. When asked whether or not he currently owned and operated a gym, Clay goes ballistic (according to wikipedia, he did and still does own a gym).

Great Moments in TV History #3: Beauty Queen Explains American Ignorance

From the 2007 Miss Teen USA pageant. Miss Teen South Carolina attempts to answer why 20% of Americans can't find the U.S. on a world map.

Great Moments in TV History #2: Jessica Savitch's Last Broadcast

In this TV clip from 1983, reporter Jessica Savitch looks and acts like she's high on drugs, and her boss at NBC seemed to think so too, since she was suspended from her job immediately after this broadcast. Three weeks later, she and her boyfriend were killed in a traffic accident.

Great Moments in TV History #1: Howard Cosell Loses Toupee

1973: At the end of a televised boxing match, losing boxer Scott LeDoux rants about the fight being rigged and then gets into a scuffle with his opponent Johnny Boudreau and his handlers, with sports announcer Howard Cosell getting his toupee knocked-off in the process.

Connections Between E.T. Technology, the H-Bomb and Fusion Power?

Part 1: The story of Dr. Hannes Alfven

While reading the so-called Majestic (MJ-12) UFO documents, I came across the name of Hannes Alfven in an alleged CIA report from 1950, titled Analysis of the [censored] Unidentified Lenticular Aerodyne Technology. I had never heard of Alfven before so I did some quick research and learned that 20 years later this electrical engineer won the 1970 Nobel physics prize, at the age of 62. Before receiving the Nobel, he had been for decades considered an unorthodox scientist and found great difficulty in getting his papers published in major science journals. Alfven's vindication in 1970 inspired jealousy in scientists who hitherto had greater academic stature in physics than he.

I'm not a scientist or even close to it, but I'll attempt to describe the discovery in physics for with he won the Nobel. Alfven was the discoverer of the phenomenon of Magnetohydrodynamics, or MHD. In the simplest terms possible, it is the effects of magnetic fields on a rotating conductive liquid or liquid metal (such as mercury, or the liquid iron outer-core of the Earth). In short, such a conductive liquid can actually store energy obtained from induced magnetic fields and use it later - a virtually weightless electric "fuel", when applied to propulsion (of UFOs?). Imagine a theoretical aircraft motor consisting of a torus (donut shaped metal tube) with mercury rotating inside it. Microwave generators or laser beams on the ground would be used to induce magnetic fields into the mercury, adding more potential energy into the system, with the motor acting as a powerful battery to store the energy until needed. In addition, the motor generates its own magnetic field which feeds back into the system, creating a dynamo effect. Theoretically, the resulting ionization of the air surrounding the craft would create enough lift for flight. The plot of Tom Clancy's novel Hunt for Red October revolves around a Russian submarine powered by a similar motor, using liquid helium instead of mercury. For a much more lucid explanation of magnetohydrodynamics, read the wikepedia article on MHD.

The partially censored 1950 CIA report discusses "ULATT Exploitation" - Unidentified Lenticular Aerodyne Technology Transfer Exploitation. In other words, the military and commercial uses of extraterrestrial technological materials which had been recovered by the Army/Air Force. To read the whole report click here. In the "discussion" section it goes into an analysis on the aerodynamics and possible modes of propulsion of the recovered UFOs. It speculated that a type of fusion reaction propulsion using a vortex of liquid acted upon by magnetic fields. In a paragraph near the bottom of the document it mentions Dr Alfven:


(4.) "Dr Hannes Alfven has been consulted due to his work in electrically conductive fluids in magnetic fields. Analysis of the the fusion reactor and the surface tension qualities of the outer skin of the aerodyne suggested that the craft moved through the air by means of [censored]. It is believed that the craft travels through space by means of ionizing plasma and the planet's magnetic lines of force flowing into the atmosphere. This may help explain how the fusion reactor can function in a space environment"


Hannes Alfven, one of the greatest scientists in the field of plasma physics, was born in Sweden in 1908. In 1934 he received his Ph.D from Uppsala University on the thesis of Investigations of the Ultra-Short Magnetic Waves. After several years teaching physics at Uppsala and the Nobel Institute For Physics, he became, in 1940, professor of electromagnetic theory at the Royal Institute of Technology in Stockholm and five years later was promoted to the Chair of Electronics/Plasma Physics. Due to skepticism or lack of understanding on the part of the major science journals, Alfven had few major papers published aside from his landmark 1942 paper on Magnetohydrodynamics in the journal Nature. Despite ridicule from mainstream astrophysicists, most of his early theories on electromagnetism in outer space have since been proven - yet still meeting fierce resistance because of Alfven's (and later plasma physicists') criticisms of Einstein's Special and General Relativity, and for his outspoken views against the Big Bang Theory and Black Holes, based on his plasma cosmological model . To make matters worse, in the eyes of his peers, he thought gravity (as an attracting force only) as being merely a mathematical representation of the the observable universe. The force which mainstream physics dubs "gravity" was to Alfven the physical manifestation of the electromagnetic force, the infinite interactions of attracting/repelling free electrons and ions (plasma) which comprise over 99% of the observable mass in the universe. To put it crudely, according to the plasma cosmological model gravity effects are actually the balancing-out of positive and negative electrical charges - on a Universal scale.

In the late-1940s, according to the previously cited 1950 CIA report, Alfven worked as a consultant to the U.S. Government in the scientific investigation of propulsion units from UFOs recovered by the the Army between 1941 and 1948. In other leaked MJ-12 reports, scientists speculated that the propulsion units generate power from the fusion of hydrogen into helium nuclei, by means of magnetic fields. We'll look much more closely at that subject later.

In 1950 Alfven garnered the attention of astrophysicists with his book Cosmical Electrodynamics. One the tenets of his cosmological model holds that electricity follows the same physical laws in outer space as it does on Earth: If a closed circuit exists, a conductor influenced by a magnetic field will produce an electric current. According to Alfven and plasma theory in general, electric circuits created by plasma/magnetic field interaction pervade the universe, all connecting in a gargantuan web of electrical currents. For a great introduction to plasma physics, visit this site: plasmacosmology.net

Read other "Top Secret Majic" documents at majesticdocuments.com. That website is making a serious effort to authenticate all of the supposed leaked majestic documents in its possession. It rates the chance of the 1950 CIA report being authentic as "moderate". Anyone interested in the subject of crashed UFOs and the U.S. military utilization of alien technology will be well-rewarded by visiting the site. The more I read the reports, the more authentic they appear to be, complete with blacked-out sections and stamps and counter-signatures. They are loaded with information not necessarily pertaining to UFOs, merely making oblique references to the subject. The large amount of minutia contained in the reports makes me wonder why a hoaxer would bother including it. He or she would require a vast amount of knowledge in several branches of science, and of politics, military procedure and government document formats to make the reports look real.


Part 2: Timeline of crashed UFO recoveries (1941-1954), based on available MJ-12 documents:
CLICK HERE TO READ THE MEMOS AND REPORTS LISTED BELOW

Spring(?), 1941: Cape Girardeau, Missouri...see note below**

Feb. 1942: In a memo from President Roosevelt to General George Marshall, Roosevelt writes of "...finding practical uses for the atomic secrets learned from celestial devices..."

Mar. 1942: Memo from Marshall to Roosevelt: "...It was learned by Army G2 that Rear Admiral Anderson recovered an unidentified airplane off the coast of California with no bearing on conventional explanation... This Headquarters has come to the determination that the mystery airplanes are in fact not earthly and according to secret intelligence sources they are in all probability of interplanetary origin."

Feb. 1944: Memo from Roosevelt to Special Committee on Non-Terrestrial Science and Technology: "...application of non-terrestrial know-how must be utilized to create super weapons of war..."

July 16, 1947: Report from General Nathan Twining to Army-Air Force Headquarters: "As ordered by presidential directive, dated 9 July 1947, preliminary investigation of a recovered "Flying Disc" and remains of a possible second disc, was conducted by the senior staff of this command." Twining then describes in detail the inside of a "flying disc", everything from the typewriter-like keys that control the propulsion system to a 35-foot diameter doughnut shaped one-inch plastic-like tube inside the craft filled with a clear liquid, possibly heavy water (deuterium). He discusses Werner Von Braun's speculation that the craft propels through the atmosphere by ionizing the surrounding air.

July 22, 1947: Report of the Interplanetary Phenomenon Unit: "...two crash sites have been located close to the White Sands Proving Grounds. Site LZ-1 [Landing Zone-1] ...was located approx. 75 miles northwest of the town of Roswell. Site LZ-2 was located approx. 20 miles southeast of the town of Soccoro, at Lat. 33-40-31, Long. 106-28-29..." The report describes "the five bodies recovered from a damaged escape cylinder" at LZ-2..."Several MPs suffered nervous breakdowns and one committed suicide. Ground personnel at Sandia experienced some kind of contamination resulting in the death of 3 technicians"..."The most disturbing aspect was there were other bodies found not far from LZ-1 which looked as if they had been dissected as you would a frog"..."Animal parts were reported found inside the craft at LZ-2".

Sept. 19, 1947: Report of "Project White Hot". "No one, without express permission from the President, may disseminate the information contained in this report or communicate it to any unauthorized person not possessing MAJIC SECURITY CLEARANCE."..."Several bodies were discovered...autopsy information obtained so far suggests that the occupants mimic the features of [orientals?]...the powerplant (severely damaged) [censored] neutronic engine [censored] Heavy water and deuterium (light hydrogen) elements appear to be the primary ignitor. A series of coils and heavy magnets connected to the neutronic engine via an oddly arranged [unreadable] of electrodes appears to be the motive force...The following elements were analyzed and found to exist inside the small neutronic powerplant which was found inside ULAT-1 [Unidentified Lenticular Aerodyne Technology]: (a) UF6 [uranium hexafluoride] in metallic form, (b) hydrogen-fluoride gas, (c) water and uranium tetrafluoride, (d) powdered magnesium and potassium chlorate...(f) U-235 in metallic form...(h) thorium isotope material...(j) plutonium powder." **The report makes an oblique reference of a recovery of a crashed "ULAT" in 1941 which provided scientific information utilized in the Manhattan Project (atomic bomb project). According to ufoevidence.org and other researchers, this crash recovery probably occurred in Cape Girardeau, Missouri in the spring of that year.

CLICK HERE TO VIEW THE MJ-12 DOCUMENTS LISTED BELOW

October 30, 1950: Report of CIA Office of Scientific Intelligence: "ULATT - Unidentified Lenticular Aerodyne Technology Transfer Exploitation Program"..."Analysis of the Corona and Oscura Peak, New Mexico Wreckage of Unidentified Lenticular Aerodyne Technology" conjecturing on flight dynamics, power plant and propulsion, construction, avionics and navigation. "...construction methods are unknown at this time", "analysis of the fusion reactor..."..."travels through space by utilizing the ionizing plasma and the planets magnetic lines of force..." "Dr Hannes Alfven has been consulted due to his work in electrically conductive fluids in magnetic fields..."

Summer, 1952: Majestic 12 Fifth Annual Report: "Current studies in other-worldly visitations are in three phases: (a) Technology exploitation, (b) Interplanetary travel, (c) Cultural communication"..."...the ability to reconstruct the technology that may be eons ahead of us, the boost to our current efforts would be incalculable..." In the section called Nuclear Weapons Development, the report infers that MIT, in researching the minaturization of nuclear warheads, has been studying the micro-circuitry recovered from crash UFOs, and that development of similar technology was possible by the end of the decade. The section called Biological Weapons Programs is shocking, if true: "The samples extracted from bodies recovered in New Mexico have yielded new strains of a retro-virus not totally understood, but give promise of the ultimate BW [Biological Warfare] weapon". "...Los Alamos and Oak Ridge...are attempting to duplicate the water drive and plastic core elements found on the engine being kept at HAFB" [Holloman Air Force Base]..."The craft found at site L-2...what remained of the powerplant was examined and determined to be a magnetic drive propulsion powered by a fusion reactor of sorts."..."The second craft that impacted at site L-3...five bodies recovered, two of which were found in a severely damaged escape cylinder, and the remaining three were found some distance from the cylinder. Recovery and autopsy of the occupants are covered in detail in a separate study GRAY SUIT...ULATT EXPLOITATION/MAJESTIC SERIES 4..."..."On 6 December 1950, IPU [Interplanetary Phenomenon Unit] dispatched a scientific team to El Indio/Guerrero on Texas/Mexico border...Teams transport debris to...[Holloman] and AEC Laboratories at Sandia, New Mexico."...

April 1954: MAJESTIC-12 Special Operations Manual: "Extraterrestrial Entities and Technology, Recovery and Disposal". This amazing 32-page illustrated document, set in type, outlines the procedures and goals of the recovery, cleansing of the area, taking inventory, and disposal of a crash site materials. In chapter 4, titled "Receiving and Handling", this document gives crating and un-crating instructions on where you send the parts, or the bodies, and other material.

By 1950 the recovery of propulsion units from crashed UFOs had led to major efforts to develop military and commercial uses of fusion power. A two-prong effort developed in the early-50s: Project Sherwood, a secret military program at Los Alamos to transmute uranium into plutonium and tritium (H-Bomb project), and Project Matterhorn at Princeton University to develop the "stellerator" fusion reactor prototype, under the direction of its inventor, Dr Lyman Spitzer.


CONCLUSION: By now, we can see a definite link between recovered UFO technology and the development of the A-Bomb and H-Bomb, Biological Warfare research, micro-circuitry, plasma energy research, and fusion power. Of course, this conclusion hinges on the veracity of the above quoted MJ-12 documents. As mentioned at the beginning, the documents have been researched for authenticity and the chances are high that some or most of them are copies of actual government reports.

Part 3: Developments in fusion power and plasma physics since 1953:
In the time period of 1950-58, research in fusion power was still highly classified, particularly in Project Sherwood, which focused on nuclear weapons development using magnetic fields to generate hydrogen isotopes for the H-Bomb. Over at Princeton, Project Matterhorn was having less success with Spitzer's "figure-8 donut" Stellarator fusion reactor. By 1953 the Atomic Energy Commission's Director, Lewis Strauss, was nonetheless enthusiastic about the commercial possibilities of generating electricity via fusion power. Thus, Project Matterhorn benefited from increased funding from the government's Atoms For Peace program. Strauss' hopes were way overblown, but it encouraged further research in plasma physics. Project Matterhorn was the beginning of what soon became the Princeton Plasma Physics Laboratory (PPPL), which exists to this day. Since research in fusion power was declassified in 1958, the PPPL has made slow and steady progress in generating electricity with a controlled fusion reactor - their most recent reactor could generate 10 megawatts of electricity. The success of fusion power finally appears to be within reach - thanks in part to E.T.?

Copyright 2011 by K.D. Bishop

SOURCES: caltech.edu, wikipedia.com (Alfven, MHD, plasma), plasmacosmology.net, plasma-universe.com, PPPL.gov, majesticdocuments.com, etherwave.wordpress.com, ufoevidence.org

"They" Are Trying to Take Our Guns Away (?)

Despite the fact that the U.S Supreme Court ruled that gun ownership is an absolute civil right, those mean old commie Democrats and their dupes are still trying everything imaginable to undermine gun ownership. Read the shocking statistics below and see this erosion of our Second Amendment rights for yourself!:

Number of Privately Owned Firearms

The estimated total number of guns held by civilians in the United States is 270,000,000. Population of United States: a little over 300 million

Rate of Civilian Firearm Possession per 100 Population

The rate of private gun ownership in the United States is 88.8 firearms per 100 people

Number of Privately Owned Firearms - World Ranking

In a comparison of the number of privately owned guns in 178 countries, the United States ranked at No. 1

Rate of Privately Owned Firearms per 100 Population - World Ranking

In a comparison of the rate of private gun ownership in 179 countries, the United States ranked at No. 1

Percentage of Worldwide Firearm Ownership by U.S. Citizens

Approximately 800 million guns in the world are privately owned. With 270 million guns, U.S. citizens own slightly less than one third of all privately held firearms in the world.

Source: www.gunpolicy.org