Michele Maiorano:
"Well, she got RFK, Jr. right in the head!!!"
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>>> For Greg & Marybeth Lernahan, etc.:
I'm also getting back in touch with George Meyer and his common-law-wife, Susan Grant -- now that they've retired to Colorado, near where Susan "Christianized" the Air Force Academy -- years ago . They, too, are or were NAZI Party Shills -- but are Evangelical Protestants -- incompatible with Roman Catholics :
For Michael Whatley, KC Crosbie, and the entire TRUMP Family -- especially -- and then Senators Thom Tillis & Ted Budd -- then to TOP DEMOCRAT LEADERS in the National Party, NC Party, and New Hanover County Party , and TOP DEMS in Congress . My 600+ Regular Email contacts have already gotten it:
https://theweathercontinues.blogspot.com/2025/02/donald-trump-power-farts-on-kennedy.html
Scott
>>> Can you IMAGINE if Trump Honors the Celebrities who have supported HIM???
>>> IT IS WORTH AGAIN PUBLISHING THE TIME I ACCOMPANIED TENNESSEE WILLIAMS TO THE 1981 KENNEDY CENTER HONORS , which includes my comments on the "F-ing Republicans" in the audience, a LOT of cameos of some of America's FAVE ACTORS (including Meryl Streep, Audrey Hepburn, and Lillian Gish), and our DREADED meeting of President and Nancy Reagan in the White House !!!
But EVEN with the Reagans involved, it was a TRUE and GREAT CELEBRATION of AMERICAN TALENT -- something Donald Trump could not IMAGINE!!!:
Jackie WARNED HIM that Sewanee's Chief Counsel Michael Remer, with Tennessee's Lawyer John Eastman (who was also a CIA Agent who had John Lennon murdered to enrich his client Paul McCartney), and Tennessee's "good friend" Maria St. Just (nee Britneva), planned to MURDER HIM and STEAL HIS ESTATE for the Episcopal Church.
MEETING JACKIE:
“Oh . . . don’t talk to her.”
Distinctly Truman Capote’s voice.
“She’s a whore. And her sister’s a worse whore.”
I did not look to the next room where I knew he was lying, curled on an oversized ottoman. We were at the party in Jean Stein’s upper-story apartment on Central Park West. Earlier, I had spoken with Truman. His companion pulled me aside and warned me that Truman had been on the seven-day vodka diet. That had not stopped him from raising his head from the ottoman to comment on my height in a whining, vaguely sexual way. He did not have enough energy, or perhaps interest, to sustain a conversation, and soon his head rested back on his sprawled arm.
About fifty guests mingled in the two large, high-ceilinged rooms. Turkish carpets covered the floors and walls. A bar was set up under a crystal chandelier in the marble entrance hall. I had gone to get a drink. As I asked the bartender for a vodka tonic, the door from the outside hallway opened, and in walked a woman I instantly recognized. Unescorted and with unpretentious grace, she fixed me warmly in the eye, walked over, and extended her hand. With a small smile, she said, “How do you do? I’m Jackie Onassis.”
My heart jumped to my throat, but words still came to my mouth. I introduced myself. After a maid took her coat, I managed some small talk while I got her a drink. She was soft-spoken—almost shy. She was easy to talk to.
Jackie and I turned from the bar. My hand at the small of her back—but not quite touching—I guided Jackie toward the party. It was at this point that the nodding Mr. Capote noticed her and raised himself up on the ottoman to call out his warning. I felt the little jolt in her back.
Time froze. A thousand scenarios, chivalrous to cowardly, rushed through my head. What to do?
Snap! I was back in the room. Jackie showed no reaction. The few people within earshot ignored the insult. I supposed they were in the habit of ignoring trouble from Truman, so I ignored it too. There was no other remedy, given his condition.
As we reached the edge of the party, people began to greet Jackie, and then a minute later, she found Tennessee. He took her on his arm and they retired to a corner of the room to talk privately. Tennessee had told me that since first meeting her while Jack was in the White House, he felt very close to her. He and Jack Kennedy had had a bond as well. Each of them had a sister who in her youth had grown excitable—Rose and Rosemary. And they both had parents who had acted on their belief that the best corrective for their daughter would be a lobotomy.
The other guests left them to talk alone.
From here: https://laterdaysoftennesseewilliams.blogspot.com/2013/10/chapter-23-uptown-soiree.html
John Waters Remembers Jean Stein
>>> And HOW & WHEN I promised Jackie and Jack Kennedy that I would eventually GET THEIR REVENGE !!!
Dear Readers -- call me CRAZY -- but I believe that this is why GOD has protected me from the Democrats and Republicans WHO HAVE TRIED MANY TIMES TO MURDER ME -- most recently, here in Wilmington, NC , Jonathan Deputy -- a Republican :
-- and Hollis Briggs, Jr. -- a Democrat :
EXCERPT:
Beginning in Cape May, NJ in 1974, I have been told by surprising people about my "destiny", including a close friend of my business partner Hilary Russell, whose husband brought us Boogie Boards, which no one had yet heard of, but he was partnered as the marketing half to the inventor -- and they SURE SOON GOT RICH AS CAN BE!!!
These odd meetings happened very rarely, and when I lived in Atlanta, about 1989 -- in Peachtree Battle Park -- a guy came out of one of the houses lining it, walked several hundred feet across the grassy green and right up to me, asked my name, and when I said "Scott Kenan", he said, "YOU have the KEY, and when the time comes, you will TURN IT, and reverse the NEGATIVE dominance of Society" -- and then he walked back home.
And then in late 2009 -- over a six-week period -- in my living room in Stone Mountain, I had about seven or eight "visions", that as a former devout Catholic I had learned were not COMMON, but were REAL -- in an elongated, pointy, vertical oval -- lined by licks of flames -- and like a depiction of Our Lady of Guadalupe :
The THING I saw was suspended in middle distance between me and the TV, and was opaque. The first couple of times it was just Jackie Kennedy Onassis who appeared, smiling, and it felt beneficial. Then JFK joined her, standing behind her, and the final one with Jackie, morphed into all the DEAD PRESIDENTS, flat and in sepia tone, stretching back to George Washington, who was "alive", in color, wearing a Roman Toga, clacking his wooden teeth, and laughing HYSTERICALLY.
Then I had a vision of JFK, Jr. as John-John saluting his father's casket:
And the next and last was of JFK Jr. as an adult -- the ONLY vision that produced "audible" (or just in my mind) words, he saying he should have checked his plane's engine before that last trip -- that he KNEW Republicans had been trying to kill him.
Now, I STILL don't know what to make of these things -- and suspect they were just projections of my active imagination -- but all of them stopped YEARS ago, so I can't be COMMITTED for them now -- HA!!!
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