This is a picture of the girlfriend of Martin Guzman (CIA hit-man with his brother Albert, who helped hold me in Toro's crack house in 2010 -- Albert released from three murder charges in Los Angeles by the US Government, and dropped with Martin to protect the drugs), that Martin sent me to show how BEAUTIFUL she is.
To me, she looks like "death warmed over", with that hideous make-up, and in fact, both Guzmans, Toro, and the guy I moved to Mexico for, "Alfredo", ALL worshiped Lady Death above all other deities (although they also claimed to be Catholic, except Sonny, whom I once accompanied to Seventh Day Adventist services here in PV, whatever that means about THAT religion)-- Alfredo even having Lady Death's skeleton and scythe figure tattooed prominently on his breast.
It is a cool 76 degrees this morning
in Puerto Vallarta, and the sky is solidly overcast. I went to bed early last
night, and I should mention that yesterday there was a large down-grade in
quality of TV picture on Telecable, that I have not seen since I lived on
Jacarandas for half a year when I first moved here in 2012, and it had to do
with the Gringo Landlord wanting to force me out of the apartment. I say that
because while we waited for Telecable to correct things, I caught him working
at the junction box in the master’s apartment and my picture was PERFECT –
until he noticed I had returned, and then it went back to very degraded –
LOL!!!
Worse, he was such a young queen from
Toledo, Ohio, it is hard to imagine how he satisfied his young Mexican bride –
who was a very nice person. Also a very nice person, was his mother, whom I met
on the staircase, as she swept it down one morning. Now, she was visiting for a
week or two – and anyone would help out her son’s business if that required
sweeping up – but they had hired-help who always did a great job, and she was
dressed as a Mexican “peasant”, and as infinitely humble as they can be.
Turns out, he and his Dad were BIG
slumlords in Ohio, and his mother was a completely HUMBLED traditional woman
(probably Catholic), from Poland. And it WAS just around the corner from the
LARGEST Drug Mafia King’s house in Puerto Vallarta – this according to Sonny, a
CIA American Justice convict, placed to protect the mob and drug trade by the
CIA, by SONNY’S admission. The actual house of this person can easily be found
if you go to La Vista restaurant, and go maybe 50 feet farther away from the
bay. It is across the street, just after you begin descending toward
Jacarandas, where that street ends.
Anyway, this morning, I first awoke at
4:20 AM (really), and saw that the lights showed NO internet on the cable, and
that continued until 10:00 AM, when I tried and got the usual “internet is on
but DNS server does not respond”. Then, just minutes ago, I saw the modem’s
lights all light up solid again, so internet is now back and I will try it just
as soon as I tell you that the TV picture, today, is even WORSE degraded than
yesterday, so I will have to get customer service out here Monday.
For what it is worth, while ALL modem
buttons had been solidly lit until I tried to connect, the “LINK” button on my
Motorola modem began constantly flashing, and Diagnostics changed to reporting
that it CANNOT diagnose the problem, and web pages will only come in enough to
see part of the header, so there IS some kind of partial internet.
So I opened CNN, which PROVED ONCE AGAIN
that it is a NAZI
network – by Ms. Malveaux -- whom I have previously liked -- thinking with her “luscious flower” –
like men think with their dicks when we are ANIMALS –
and claiming that HORRIBLE PAIN of THE VICTIMS’
FAMILIES of the recent downed Malaysia
airliner, because the fuselage came to the surface, but then fell back to the
sea floor. Now, of course it was a disappointment and I understand those people
hoping to claim their loved one’s remains, BUT all who actually understand and
worship the REAL GOD, know “Ashes to ashes and dust to dust!!!”
The human body is worthless entirely –
except as nourishment to some in the animal and microbial kingdom. Anyway, this
FEAR MONGERING is at the center of CNN’s continuing support of the NAZI CIA and
Republican Party, and if their BITCHES can’t use REASON instead of
pussy-thinking, they need to be JAILED FOR CONSCIOUSLY PROMOTING
CHRISTIAN NAZISM – it is IMPOSSIBLE for CNN not to know what they are doing!!!
Given how much most of the men have
improved, I thought the women would be up to snuff – but NO!!! And kudos to
Michael Smirconish, who allowed Ric Santorum to absolutely, totally hang
himself this morning. Of course as jokes go, Santorum is only a half-step above
Donald Trump or Sarah Palin, but his absolute GLEEFUL DECREE that there is NOTHING humankind
can do to limit or reverse climate change, makes the Republican Position so
very clear.
Also, please google “Ric Santorum” + “Dan
Savage” to see what Dan did to Ric a few years ago, which is something I
learned from Dan to do!!! RIDICULE THE
RIDICULOUS!!!
And that brings me to the matter of
the Puerto Vallarta Writers Group (once again). First, I will confess that I never had
any intention of picketing their upcoming Writers Conference – but just to
pressure them to see what might pop. And it was nice that SOMEONE finally cleared up that I
was NOT removed from their annual anthology. SHOCKING that it
took more than TWO MONTHS for
them to let me know that, given my concerns about the timing and whose orders
they were following.
So NOW Colin has made clear that it
had nothing to do with my getting published. And smart people – like I finally
realized – know that my memoir of Tennessee Williams being PERMANENTLY published via Google Blogger, means that I had ALREADY beaten Alyson Book’s lawyer’s claim that they would
see I was NEVER published anywhere, EVER.
That leaves the one thing no one in
that group has said a peep about – the whole drama was to convert me to their EVANGELICAL CHRISTIANITY.
As I said – and I will quote the name of the play that Gary Tucker had directed
that Tennessee Williams liked to ridicule: “TURDS IN HELL”
– that’s all they are.
Of course anyone who knows anything in Puerto Vallarta knows that
the current Mayor is NOT PRI Party, and I will
change that in my posting from yesterday, as soon as I get to any other
internet connection, since the CIA is only corrupting my HOME connection. At the protest, yesterday, they waved white-on-green
PRI flags.
And I want to say some more things about Danny Mininni of ACT II
Stages. His first reaction when we met, was that perhaps I could write
something about my experience with Tennessee Williams to put on at his theater.
The OPPOSITE reaction of that of Ken and Karrie Sebryk of
the Boutique Theatre!!! If Danny were "one of them", he would NEVER have said such a thing -- and Danny works too hard in his Theatre
(and had designed it too well), for him to be an intentional criminal.
Since then he has always been pleasant if a bit cool and not
interested in talking -- but I do NOT make him nervous, and I've
NEVER seen him acting high. I’m much more concerned about the behavior
of Del Shores, who not only can’t fulfill his
commitment to me to finish a story about going to Tennessee Williams’s house in
New Orleans to BREAK his writer’s block, but is a long-time friend of Elizabeth Ensor, Danny’s partner.
You see, Del created a sort of franchise on the problems of gays
brought up in Evangelical faith. To me, brought up Catholic and as a Yankee, it
would have been PERFECT material for the 1970s,
but given the back-sliding of American Culture after that, it hit the nail on the head in the early to mid oughts.
Today, that material is getting VERY dated – except in the
South, where things have actually WORSENED (and why I
told him he might be where he needs to be), however, there comes a time when
beating old horses is a symptom of mental illness, and if Del can’t write about
anything else, I fear he will just be a washed-up has-been.
Sadly, the same seems true of Leslie Jordan, who not only tried to
stimulate ticket sales by referring to how he used to fall off bar stools while
calling “Nurse!” for a bartender. THAT kind of material is SUPER PASSE’!!! And he even asked for
suggestions of where to book his show from his Facebook Friends.
Someone as talented as Leslie should be having clubs and theaters
begging him to come, but he seems to have become an Old Stereotype now.
And a couple of other things to clean
up about Puerto Vallarta Writers Group. I did NOT mean
to imply that Stanley
Winborne II planned to push his
wife Alice off the balcony. I actually meant that under the circumstances that
I would be tempted to do that – but constitutionally unable to.
You see, I met the two of them in Mega
(Mexican Walmart-like store) about half a year before I re-joined the Writers
Group, and talked with Alice for about twenty minutes while Stanley did their
shopping. She is a FINE woman, but has recently deteriorated in health so that
she needs often constant care. Stanley is about 75 years old (and keen of mind
as well as very spry), but at his age, how much longer will he be able to enjoy
his own health???
Anyway, when I visited them in their
apartment right before I was kicked out of Writers Group, Alice was very loopy
like on opiates, so a prime candidate to have an honest accident. And then I
ran into Stanley at artist Adrian Rojas’s studio
– he having no need to get the image file of the painting Adrian is allowing on
the cover of the anthology, Stanley having long ago emailed it to me – and
Alice, who had taken painting lessons from Adrian (but is in no condition to
continue now), I wondered if Adrian was a drugs supplier.
Also, please remember that Stanley
grew up in Wilmington in a house across one street from First Presbyterian, and
across the side street from the very wealthiest of the Kenans!!!
The Greystone Inn is in the same block as
Stanley Winborne’s childhood home, so you get the idea.
And Stanley’s grandfather was
Embassador to China, while his son, Stanley Winborne III, is currently the
second highest State Department employee in Afghanistan -- or nearby country.
Adrian met me at the door that day, shirtless with pants down to show the top of his bush.
He treated me very coldly, and the same when I caught up to him a few weeks
later. In fact, he REMOVED his signs
flanking his door then, and less than a week ago, I discovered he is still COMPLETELY in business there.
WHY take
down his signs if he was not afraid of what I might blog??? Well, perhaps it is
the complications I had with his possible relative, Enrique Rojas (‘Henry Red”
– as he was known while the highest paid male prostitute in Las Vegas – he told me guys
sent private planes to
fly him there).
Enrique Rojas
Enrique tried to steal me from
“Alfredo”, and after I moved to Puerto Vallarta, we lived together off and on,
the sex never going anywhere, but Enrique turned out to have a HUGE crack habit, and like the “hand-puppet” that Colin Hamilton has TWICE referred to himself as in Writers
Group meetings, his thing was getting “fisted”,
and his anal cavity so large, that he kept it clean
and where he hid
his entire crack kit!!!
I
kid you not!!!
And he was one person who tried to
kick and beat me to death, but I managed to escape from – but the pain and
soreness from that lasted about five weeks.
However, when he was flush a few months later, he gave me 50 pesos as compensation ($4.00 USD, then).
I met Enrique Rojas at Hotel Mercurio
– where I had also met Jamie Sutherland of Wells Fargo (and Jamie clearly was
waiting to meet me when I arrived there), “Alfredo”, as well as Jim Richardson (google in blog for
his company’s name), who was THE LOVER of my longtime internet friend from Indiana, John Bolinger, a former English and French
teacher at Morton High in a town I now forget (internet connection has become impossible
again, and I will blog all this from elsewhere).
John Bolinger
What was peculiar, is that Bolinger (possibly with a double L), had kept a
Bipolar man in his house for about three years, they beginning as lovers, but
the guy became more like a hostage, and
John got him out, eventually, to move to Colorado with Jim a year or two
before 2010. And Bolinger KNEW I was
going to Puerto Vallarta and staying at Mercurio – and he KNEW
the same was true of Jim, but did not tell ME, so what a SHOCK it was to meet Jim there!!!
This might have actually been my third
tourist trip to Puerto Vallarta, since I was BROKE, and Jim actually gave me
$1,000.00 USD without question or strings – but he ALSO admitted
that at his internet security firm where his desk was right outside the office of
the founder, that he knew Ted
Turner VERY WELL (a close personal friend of the owner – and Ted visited that
office often), and had in fact been assigned to snoop on Mr. Turner electronically for his company!!! !!! !!!
And Jim Richardson got into the insane
habit of answering my emails BEFORE I SENT THEM TO HIM!!! So I know he hacked
me!!!
Well, John Bolinger mostly got his
jollies by serving dinner for about eight friends at a time – with perfect
place-settings and service and polite “Colin Hamilton-esque”
conversation -- like some kind of Old Maid. He used to send me photos of his
table settings four or five days BEFORE he actually
served!!!
Jim, was rather outdoorsy – the type
that likes to hike and camp. They ended up splitting the house so that Jim had
the basement and John had the upper floor – LOL!!! And then THAT broke off, and John moved to the Fort Lauderdale,
Florida area.
I think CNN needs to LOOK INTO
this Jim who spies
on Ted Turner for his in some ways
rival company!!!
And Jim, was sleeping with TWO Mexican guys at a time in PV (and quite high) – half
of whom I knew to be drug mafia. Neither of those two ignorant White
Republicans speaks to me now.
And I think this is enough of a
posting, now.
Scott
Mary Mehta is on left. And just for fun, I
can also tell all about how she and her husband, an India-Indian professor at
Georgia State – and one of the world’s renowned collectors of Black-African Art
-- which they had a TON of in their Atlanta home half a block from her friend
who owned OUTWRITE
gay bookstore (an ass to me, and who was an ally of Don
Weise of Alyson Books, then)
Anyway, Marty not only was best friends with
the guy who was friends with the Dekalb judge who protected Lee Gosney and his meth
production and drug distribution for www.Pentagon-USA.com – and who LED our
Bipolar Support Group at
Wesley Woods of Emory University in 2009 and 10 but when she had me visit her
bipolar son whom she paid to keep him living in Albany,
Georgia out of her hair -- he and his roommate proved to be HUGE drug dealers there,
but that was ALSO the group where I met the THEN most
often seen on national TV Muslim,
making a clear case for the LOVE in that religion.
Melody Moezzi
Scott
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