Saturday, February 6, 2021

Secret Burps from My Toilet: CIA Agent Kevin Maurer's New Book, My Uncashable $600.00 COVID Check from Donald Trump, the BRUTAL MURDER of My Two-Years-Before Predecessor as Tennessee Williams's Assistant -- that I FIRST Heard about TODAY!!!

 


At least my bathroom is not as disorienting as this one -- and really, Landlady Gold Walker and I are waiting a few days to see if the burps stop burping and the flushes are CLEAN before she calls a plumber. See 2/3 the way down here: https://theweathercontinues.blogspot.com/2021/02/who-is-spinning-heads-of-marjorie.html


And there is no "SECRET" about any of this -- it is all in the Public Record. I thought adding that adjective would more easily get YOU to read this. YOU might not have known these things before.



This cartoon was suggested to me to represent the "brainy", spectacles-wearing ME -- and the Jughead character is Kevin Maurer -- me asking him to use LUBE the next time he "F"s me -- HA!!!


But let's begin with a BEAUTIFUL STORY -- just posted on Facebook by my high-school friend Bob Jones:

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He is 85 and insists on taking his wife’s hand everywhere they go. When I asked him why his wife kept looking away, he responded, “because she has Alzheimer's”. I then proceeded to ask him, will your wife worry if you let her go? He then replied, "she doesn't remember anything, she doesn't know who I am anymore, she hasn't recognized me for years.” Surprised, I said, “and you have continued to guide her every single day even though she doesn't recognize you?"

The elderly man smiled and looked into my eyes and said, ′′she may not know who I am, but I know who she is, and she is the love of my life” ❤️

Love this story 🥰


Here is ANOTHER story from Facebook by Linda LeBoutilier -- whom I had a crush on in 7th grade, and Bob Jones actually DATED in 11th grade, while I dated the NOW DISAPPEARED Marlowe Schaeffer-Polk, JD, DO. Linda -- whom I've blogged a LOT about the last month -- bills herself as "the ONLY Zen Buddhist who EVER voted for Donald Trump".


Linda is closely and clearly PERSONALLY connected to MANY TOP Fox News and QAnon Believers -- and DESPITE the HUGE LAWSUIT against Fox News, they SOLDIER ON!!!

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I STILL think this is WEIRD that my ally in overcoming Bipolar I (while I still believed I had it), Sean Blackwell of Sao Paulo, Brazil could re-connect me to Marlowe -- but I found her right back in Chester County, Pennsylvania where I'd dated her -- and after LOTS of great phone conversations and her offer to pay for me to attend our 50th High School Reunion in 2019, Marlowe DISAPPEARED and none of our friends who are on Facebook know what happened to her!!!


This posting covers BOTH Linda LeBoutillier and Sean Blackwell -- actually Sean McAllister:


https://theweathercontinues.blogspot.com/2021/01/lol-i-took-day-off-blogging-since-i-had.html


More on Marlowe Schaeffer-Polk: https://theweathercontinues.blogspot.com/2019/12/thanks-to-my-immediate-family-and-more.html



James "Aaron" Gallimore, Jr. with Robert "Rob" James McKinney, Jr., on Rob's front porch last summer.


As you can see, Rob McKinney is ANYTHING but handsome -- and he ALWAYS has a SERIOUS MALE-B.O.-STINK about him -- which he filled my apartment with TWICE in the last two days. It seems not only are his drains now BURPING like mine, but he told me he NEVER uses his gas-fired oven -- because THEN it would emit CO2 (I think he meant CO), ALL NIGHT LONG AND KILL HIM!!!

To Rob's family's CREDIT, they LAUGH AT HIM for this and tell him to USE HIS OVEN.


But TODAY, Rob claimed someone STOLE his big rolling trash container -- and asked me if I had seen anyone steal it a week ago. No. He said he has plenty of money and will just BUY ONE from the City Water/Sewer/Trash operation.


Rob also said today that his hands are very small and attached at his wrists at an odd downward angle (something Aaron Gallimore and I have discussed), and now I THINK he has BIRTH DEFECTS that caused that as well as his general LUNK-HEADEDNESS -- and inability to keep a job -- except for dealing Drugs.




(Virtual) Prologue: "Rock Force" by Kevin Maurer, February 8th

By MARY BRADLEY • JAN 19, 2021


PROLOGUE STARTS AT 7PM


MONDAY, FEBRUARY 8TH


WEBINAR, SIGN UP HERE


On Monday, February 8th, host Ben Steelman of the Star News will sit down (virtually) with author Kevin Maurer to discuss his new book, Rock Force: The American Paratroopers Who Took Back Corregidor and Exacted MacArthur's Revenge on Japan. 


About the Author: 


A former StarNews staffwriter, Kevin Maurer is the author of several books, including No Easy Day: The Firsthand Account of the Mission That Killed Osama Bin Laden. No Easy Day spent several weeks at #1 on the New York Times best seller list, and it was the top-selling hardcover book in the industry in 2012. The book is being translated in more than a dozen countries and also debuted at #1 in the U.K. and Canada.


NOT mentioned here, is that Kevin Maurer GHOST-WROTE No Easy Day for Matt Bissonnette (Mark Owen's REAL name), and because they NEVER CLEARED IT with the US Government regarding disclosing TOP SECRETS, the Government soon FORCED MATT to hand over ALL of his $6.8 Million in royalties -- but since Kevin is a CIA AGENT and he sculped it to agree with the CIA STORY, Kevin Maurer KEPT HIS MILLIONS!!!



https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/No_Easy_Day


ALSO relating to the 9/11/2001 story:



https://theweathercontinues.blogspot.com/2020/08/imran-anwar-has-been-proven-correct.html


Now, by all accounts, Kevin's new book is EXCELLENT -- and I have both good and bad things to write Kevin about -- but I will do that soon.


>>> HERE IS A BETTER BOOK -- ESPECIALLY FOR WILMINGTON, NORTH CAROLINA CITIZENS -- JUST RELEASED!!!



(CNN) On the night of January 21, 1897, a mob of White men armed with pistols and shotguns surrounded the home of freed slave George Dinning in southern Kentucky. They falsely accused him of stealing livestock from a neighboring farm and unleashed a hail of bullets into his house, wounding him in the arm and forehead.


Terrified for his wife and children, Dinning fired back, killing one of his assailants.


In a remarkable story filled with dramatic twists and unusual alliances, Dinning eventually became perhaps the first Black man in the country to win damages against a White man after a wrongful manslaughter conviction.


That fateful night and the harrowing months that followed are chronicled in a new book, "A Shot in the Moonlight: How a Freed Slave and a Confederate Soldier Fought for Justice in the Jim Crow South," by Ben Montgomery.


https://www.cnn.com/2021/02/06/us/ben-montgomery-shot-moonlight-book-trnd/index.html


>>> MY CRAZY $600.00 COVID CHECK:


I found my check in my mailbox at 3:30 PM, yesterday, and of course its "Economic Stimulus Payment President Donald J. Trump" stamping was disconcerting -- but apparently, Teri Motsinger -- owner of Benefits Management, Inc., and my agent there -- wasn't thinking and just pasted stickers with the actual mailing addresses of her clients over the address for B.M. that shows on the check  -- on the cellophane window.


I DIDN'T THINK I could deposit it, and in fact Wells Fargo's people told me NO -- I have to give it back to Teri so SHE can deposit it and then transfer funds to me!!! They said they had turned away a LOT of people, that day. So I'll take it to her Monday, and should get the money by Wednesday.


>>> TENNESSEE WILLIAMS'S ASSISTANT WHO WAS MURDERED JUST TWO YEARS BEFORE TOM HIRED ME:


Now, it was only many years later that I learned Tennessee had a 6' 10" traveling companion with him in Portland, Oregon -- IMMEDIATELY BEFORE ME. This from Maria St. Just (nee Britneva)'s collection of Letters between her and Tennessee that she published:



https://www.amazon.com/Five-OClock-Angel-Tennessee-1948-1982/dp/0394564278


Anyway, as my friend and ally John Lahr pointed out to me, Maria DID NOT PUBLISH any of her letters in which Tennessee mentioned Scott Kenan, and the one he referred to as super-tall "Sasquatch" -- was that 6' 10" guy in Portland, OR!!!


Now, LOOK what I found from my personal friend writer Dotson Rader!!!


Tennessee Williams: A Friendship

Dotson Rader  ISSUE 81, FALL 1981


Two years ago, Frank Fontis, the caretaker of Tennessee Williams’ property in Key West, was murdered. It was an especially vicious killing. He was shot at point-blank range late at night in the living quarters of a railroad museum he operated on the island. It was a curious affair.


Frank Fontis was a well-liked, middle-aged queen with no known enemies in the Keys. He was a gardener by trade. Swishy, a bit of a camp, he took great pride in working for Tennessee and in being his friend. And, like Tennessee, he was at times hypochondriacal and loudly self-dramatic. He was also unusually generous, particularly if you were young, pretty and male. That may be the reason he got into such deadly trouble.


In the winter Key West is invaded by young drifters without funds who turn to drug dealing, petty theft, and prostitution to make do. They sleep in battered campers parked along public beaches or in cheap rooming houses; they lounge at night along Duval Street, displaying a mixture of sullen sexual availability and thinly disguised threat, much like hustlers everywhere. They are hungry, desperate, on to the game, with eyes open to the easy mark. Frank was just the right sort of pushover to hit, being fat, trusting, defenseless, and homosexual.


So one night that January he was discovered naked and bloodied on the floor by the front door of the tourist-trap he owned. Scattered near his body were several hundred dollars in bills, as if someone had tossed them into the air in glee after blowing his life away.


On the telephone table by his bed was found a single slip of paper. On it was written: “My friend Miss Lillian Carter.” Next to her name was her phone number in Plains, Georgia. It was the only phone number in Frank’s possession.*


Even stranger was the fact that later that same night, persons unknown broke into Tennessee’s house and ransacked the place.


Tennessee Williams was in New York at the time, staying in the apartment he keeps in Manhattan. He was working on “Clothes For A Summer Hotel” with Jose Quintero, who would direct the play on Broadway.


The morning after Frank’s murder ** , Tennessee called me and asked me to come to the apartment. When I arrived he was agitated, somewhat despondent, and anxious because he could get no word on the events in Key West. Together we phoned various friends in Key West trying to get a line on the murder and the condition of his house and property. We didn’t have much luck. Finally, Tennessee asked me to fly to Key West and stay in his house until he could join me there several days later. I agreed.


Why I agreed was because I loved him. He seemed very forlorn, and at a loss. That has so often been my perception of him since we first met—the sense of unadmitted sadness, an arresting loneliness that is articulated only in his work. And physical vulnerability. Tennessee is much smaller than I am, nearly a foot shorter. And like me, he’s had his bouts with booze and drugs and disloyalties, and has survived them. But when you’re his friend, it’s easy to forget the greatness of his literary achievement, and solely see someone in need of friendship and concern. Tennessee elicits, quite unintentionally, from those around him a desire to protect him. But from what?


Much of my perception is influenced by the environment in which I normally find him. Hotel rooms littered with clothes, pills, manuscripts, piles of mail (largely unopened), books, the ever-present typewriter. Or rented apartments where even the furniture is leased. He seems at home nowhere, except possibly Key West. And yet his curiosity, his sexual or rather affective needs are such that he ventures where it isn’t safe. I don’t simply mean the young men we meet or the various dives and bars he has accompanied me to. I mean his compulsion to travel, to keep in flight, whether alone or with a companion, all over the world in search of a place and someone with whom he can be content. Safe. He told me recently that he had given up sex. All he wanted, he said, was someone to caress on occasion. Someone to be with. Not much to ask, but since the death of Frankie Merlo in 1962 it’s been a desire largely unfulfilled.


“As long as Frank was well, I was happy,” Tennessee had written. “He had a gift for creating a life and, when he ceased to be alive, I couldn’t create a life for myself.”


And so he travels . . .


https://www.theparisreview.org/letters-essays/3211/tennessee-williams-a-friendship-dotson-rader


It was NOT just MY BOOK AND WRITING CAREER that my parents, Wilmington District Attorney Benjamin R. David, Fox News Talking Head and Lawyer Daliah Saper, with then Wells Fargo Advisors Exec Jamie Lee Sutherland, and his two friends from Man's Country private Gay Bathhouse in Chicago: Rahm Emanuel and Barack Obama, that were KILLING BOOKS that showed that the Episcopal Church with the Republican Party, FBI, and CIA MURDERED Tennessee Williams -- with help of Frank Hawkins Kenan and his brother James Graham Kenan.


https://scottkenan.blogspot.com/2013/07/chicago-tourists-volunteer-they-know.html?m=0



https://www.amazon.com/Tennessee-Williams-Heart-Dotson-Rader/dp/1535172959


At the time I worked for Tennessee, HE claimed that Dotson -- who for years had the PRIME COLUMN in Parade Magazine -- included in MANY Sunday newspapers -- and was the HIGHEST PAID magazine writer in the WORLD.


But after this book came out -- Dotson LOST HIS JOB!!! He hasn't written a thing of note since then, and REFUSES to answer my emails. Here is my story of meeting Dotson the first time:



https://laterdaysoftennesseewilliams.blogspot.com/2013/10/chapter-5-old-friends.html


AND one final READING SUGGESTION from my Wilmington friend Walter Five:





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