DATELINE: Trumpeting Epstein’s Death
the Buddy System?
The short cable series in three parts went to tackle this thorny question, and you would be amazed at how many people became angered by the question. The series has received many low grades and bad reviews. Yet, it uses actual police video, interviews, and even Epstein’s own voice.
Who Killed Jeffrey Epsteinis a good question and a puzzling mystery, and an interesting documentary.
Just how and why may be of interest: a billionaire predator for years managed to buy whatever he wanted in girls as young as 14 years, and art as old as valuable. He had many residences—and even more powerful friends like Bill Gates, Bill Clinton, Prince Andrew, and Donald Trump.
Some speculation is that he made his money because he had dirt on the famous rich people who attended his parties. No one is quite sure how many girls were molested, or how he made his money.
The series opens with all the blunders and peculiarities of his death in a high-tech New York City federal prison. Cameras malfunctioned; his bunkmate was released suddenly and not replaced; guards fell asleep or surfed the web instead of making rounds.
It was a perfect storm for a perfect crime. With life nowadays considered cheap, it would not take much powerful moneymen to wipe out Epstein. Yet, others bristle at the idea it was not suicide. You may wonder why “conspiracy” is such a dirty word. It certainly makes an outrageous murder all the easier to cover up.
Epstein’s latest criminal lawyer said he was upbeat and ready to fight again. His other lawyers said his plea agreement of 14 years earlier was airtight. He likely would have walked again.
Interestingly, and not noted in the first episode, the prosecutor of Epstein in New York, by the name of Geoffrey Berman, was recently fired by Donald Trump, one of Epstein’s friends. It almost requires a new episode of investigation.
The lawyer of O.J. Simpson, Klaus von Bulow, and Donald Trump, is Allan Dershowitz—and he intimidated all the girls who accused Epstein.
The man who gave Epstein his first foray into rich society by hiring him as a teacher and liaison at the Dalton School in New York was the father of AG William Barr. Epstein had no experience and no degrees.
We have here a horror story of money’s power.
DATELINE: Robin Bobbin’ on Squirrel
When a plethora of robins showed up this spring in my yard near the big tree, I thought—there goes the neighborhood. However, they started rummaging through last year’s flower stems. Each one was yanked out and taken to some unknown spot for a nest.
That’s when the first wave of bombers hit.
Under the eaves of my side-door porch, I saw birds flying toward the storm door. They never hit because they were building a nest, which I promptly discouraged.
So, the freeloaders went to the big tree not far from the dining room picture window. There, for the first time, they started their architectural work. As if for good measure, they regularly cleaned out the yard of ants and other crawling insects.
The good neighbor policy continued until I saw the squirrels and chipmunks arrive.
It was war.
A half-dozen robins attacked with all the ferocity of kamikaze flights. They chased the squirrels out of the tree and around the yard. I had never seen such nimble flight—and they worked often in pairs till the squirrels ran for cover.
Then, they began chasing the chipmunks out of the yard. Less inclined to climb the tree, the chipmunks were nonetheless not welcome in this yard anymore. They were attacked with zooming claws outstretched.
I thought I watched out-takes from Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds.
You may have thought the hawk patrol had been replaced.
Regular bombing runs can be seen during morning coffee break whilst sitting at the window. Warfare never looked so natural.
DATELINE: Not in the Movie!
Gomes has an ‘S”for scandal.
Despite the salacious title, you will see the male ballet dancer, but not much of his on-stage anatomy. And, you will not hear about the sex charges made against him.
Marcelo Gomes is one of the foremost contemporary dancers, and he does allow an inside look at his life, but you will not be going into his most private life.
His name is pronounced or mispronounced all too often: he is Marshelo Gomess, not like the Marchello Gomez.
He professes a hope to fall in love one day (on the backside of his career as a dancer in his 30s, we may think time is running out.
By all accounts he is the most proficient, modest, technically correct dancer of the age. Ballerinas love that he only performs to make them look better.
Marcelo has all the problems you might expect: he was an oddity, the only boy in ballet school growing up. He was clearly talented from the get-go. He is a genius in his work, and in his personality. He grew up in Brazil and never spoke English until he was 17. He sounds like he was born in Poughkeepsie.
His father and he are alienated, though they meet pleasantly in the film. However, the elder will not attend any performances, and the reason is not explored.
He studied in Paris and picked up French instantly. His great problem nowadays is injury. When he dances at St. Petersburg, he is overwhelmed to see Nijinsky’s rose petal costume from Spectre de la Rose,but he hears a bone crack when he dances Giselle.
He knows that his career is on its last legs, and he is already preparing to become a choreographer in his post-dance days.
As a personable and most untemperamental man, he came out on magazine covers, still shocking to many even today. He has a pet dachshund, and there is no boyfriend to be seen in this film. If you think you have a chance with him, this is your time for a pas de deux.
Apart from the creepy title, we thoroughly enjoyed this marvel of the modern dance world—and the film too. Alas, shortly after the film’s release, Gomes was accused of sexual harassment and resigned from the ABT. Nothing in the film indicates this issue.
DATELINE: Poisoned Swabs!
Up Your Nose!
After Trump’s ill-advised trip to a Maine factory where they make test swabs for the coronavirus, we are forced to ask the question:
Is Trump infected? Is he the Typhoid Mary of the COVID-19 generation?
It seems more than a few people think so. Immediately after his visit to Guilford’s swab manufacturing plant, all swabs made during his visit were discarded and destroyed.
Trump, you guessed it, did not wear a mask during his visit to the company where his supporters and donors invited him. They wore masks, but he breathed over everything. You don’t want to put a swab up your nose that has Trump microbes on it.
Yes, the owners of the company fear that he ruined a day’s work when every test swab is needed, owing to a shortage.
It seems that Trump is tainted with cornonavirus, and it’s the best kept secret in the White House. He is likely to be asymptomatic: one of those cursed souls who spreads the menacing virus—but never fully comes down with the sickness.
In the 19thcentury, Typhoid Mary was a mere interloper in spreading microbes. Trump is a Master salesman: he refuses outright to wear a mask or sanitize. Everyone around him must do so.
The Maine town that voted for Trump two to one in 2016 is unrepentant—and welcomed the racist carrier back to spread more disease.
Now, when he touches the very equipment used to track the disease, you have the worst possible scenario for its spread.
Typhoid Trump strikes again!
DATELINE: When a Pound is not a Lb.
Someone is not telling us the truth. The relative weight of blubber is not fluid.
According to Nero Trump’s latest physical exam, he stands 6’3” and weighs 244 pounds. This is a growth of height and weight since he became president.
When we looked at Ryan Allen, formerly of the New England Patriots, another athletic individual, he is listed as 6’3” and 230 pounds. Clearly someone has his numbers skewed.
When you look at a man 40 years younger than Trump, one expects to see more muscle. In this photo comparison, it is clear that Trump has more muscle around the ears and around the waist.
We think it cruel that Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi believes that Ryan Allen is morbidly obese as she characterized a man who is tall and athletic. Oh, wait, she was calling Mr. Trump “morbidly obese.”
We must castigate the House Speaker because Trump is merely “clinically obese,” if we believe the poundage presented by his ever-truthful doctor.
It is not possible that Trump is 275 pounds, though his shape more naturally matches the size girth of NFL linemen more than a place kicker.
Trump defenders insist that the President’s fat cells have been photoshopped. We think it is more possible that they have been distorted by hydroxy treatments. Couple that with the lack of exercise caused by his daily couch-watching habits determined by Fox TV binges, and you have put a bullseye on the below-the-belt hitting Democrats.
DATELINE: Paranoia Grows
That gold in the Philippines has reached a breaking point. It’s ground-breaking, according to the History Channel. Well, yes, when you drill 900 feet underground to a waterfall, that surely qualifies as groundbreaking. Lost Gold of World War2 is rapidly winding down its second go-round.
Of course, both this show and the Skinwalker are finishing up with mysterious helicopters circling overhead. There is a lack of creativity on these shows as they fake danger. Both History shows are using the same alarmist hint.
Once again we are facing one of those needle in a haystack digs If they are in the wrong spot, you may have to return next year to find anything.. And, of course, this leaves John Casey undaunted. One of the three digs is a collapsed mine shaft that gives off sounds of continuing collapse.
Another dig has the promise of unusual stone not indigenous to the Luzon area. And, the 900 drill can be knocked off course by inches. Have we learned anything from the Curse of Oak Island?
A remote digger will tunnel through the collapsed area –-and Bingo sends Casey a map that he is skeptical to accept. If you can’t read the clues, what are you doing leading a treasure hunt?
However, the discovery of French royal red marble—obviously brought to the mountain from Europe may indicate a connection between the Germans and Japanese during the war, in cahoots to hide something.
The paranoia grows when unexpected government (or purportedly official) come to overview the work. After several warnings, John Casey decided to bring in armed security guards.
Casey also discusses the map with Chuck McDougall who confirms that his maps are accurate.
Trump’s Heart of Darkness
Behind Trump’s Hitler persona, there lurks the heart of Josef Stalin.
The POTUS called governors of the states “weak.” He wants to crack down on protestors by putting them in jail for ten years so “we never see this stuff again.”
Now we know why he wanted to buy Greenland, he was planning on turning it into a gulag where all political dissidents would be housed.
It isn’t enough to round up illegal immigrants and throw them into prison without due process, he now wants to either shoot American citizens or lock them up. Oh, where have we heard that mantra before?
If anyone needs to be locked up in a looney bin, it is Trump.
Never mind the Constitutional guarantees of free assembly or speech. The only right he believes in is having a gun to shoot people on Fifth Avenue.
If the sociopathic nature of Trump were located in the heart of Jack the Ripper we would not be surprised. He is nothing short of a billionaire twin of Robert Durst. He is the emotional twin of Jeffrey Epstein. If it does not please him, he plucks it out.
He loves to quote racist rants of the 1950s and 1960s that is music to the ears of his racist supporters. We have never met a racist who knew what it was or thought it was all that important. Self-knowledge is impossible to an idiot.
He hunkers down in his bunker like Hitler during his last ten days. And he calls out to his vicious dogs and deadly weapons to smite his enemies.
Can it be that Trump’s insanity has grown worse? Those who defend racism as a minor infraction are quick to join the genocidal gang that want to unmask oldsters and give them coronavirus. The rest of the unwanted ranks can be killed in the streets.
Trump values the heart of the dollar more than the human heart.
DATELINE: Storming the White House
Trump & Mentor.
Gutless and a snivellling coward, Donald Trump has fled the White House. See Donald run. How fast does he run? Hightailing it out of town is a new record.
A night of loud protest, storming the gates of the People’s Home terrified Trump enough that he was up to 3:30 am. He announced that he was safe within because the paid civil-servants known as Secret Service are ready to protect his sorry ass, no matter what kind of a tool he is.
A predecessor in the White House, named Harry Truman, once said, “If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.” And Trump has taken his Tupperware and canned beans on the road. At Mar-a-lago, he will find a golf course in which to hide.
The mayor of Washington, D.C., had it correct when she called him afraid and alone, needing vicious dogs and a body guard. They could not quell the noise.
As a result of losing sleep, the coward has flown off today to Florida where Hitler once reportedly was living in Naxi exile.
We know that people like Trump in history do not always end well.
The storming of the White House gates almost had a parallel to the storming of the Bastille in Paris. We were trying to recall if the King of France fled in terror from his citizens like Donald Trump.
It did not save Louis, though he did not have to face the voters, now angry about a pandemic and racial injustice.
Does Trump get it? No more than Marie Antoinette. If Trump could be quoted, he might say let them eat bullets from his national police state.
Tom Brady at Skinwalker Ranch
Brady’s Custom Spaceship Now for Sale!
Tom Brady continues to divest himself of all things New England. Latest is his used vehicle, a customized spaceship that brings heart-warming memories back to the aging quarterback.
It can be yours for $300,000. Not since the Aaron Hernandez Death-Mobile went up for sale on eBay has there been such a chance for Patriots fans.
Among the amenities, this vehicle is super re-enforced to protect Brady against bad New England drivers. You may not recall he was involved in a car crash on the way to Gillette Stadium early in his career. After that, he wanted super-reinforced electromagnetic, interdimensional protections.
Now we presumed he worried about terrorists and kidnappers against his family, but now living in Trump country where there are no taxes and Gulf Breeze is a familiar jumping off point, he no longer needs insured protection: unless it is against space abductions by rival aliens and lost time (an important commodity for Tom).
Yes, the vehicle exceeds all U.S. Crush and Crash Resistance Laws. Unfortunately, this gas guzzler will need plenty of fuel as it goes about 3000 feet on a gallon of high octane.
This vehicle has propulsion that can travel to the stars with stars: it’s not just another pimpmobile where Julie Edelman and cronies can pile in.
Yes, this vehicle can transcend warp speed and has even been seen emerging from orange portals at Skinwalker Ranch, lending credence to the notion that Tom Brady is a shape-shifter as well as a shifty guy.
The custom seating will accommodate Brady in whatever form he takes in his universal time travels. Oh, yes, this car exceeds the DeLorean abilities of going back to the future. Tom has maintained his youthful appearance by using the vehicle as a hyperbolic time chamber in his copper-fused pajama spacesuit.
There is enough headroom in this vehicle that the Apollo astronauts would be envious.
Though it has been deceptively created to appear to be a Cadillac Escalade, it is a vehicle once filmed by AATIP jet pilots on scramble over Catalina Island.
Among standard modifications are six-way electro-magnetic chargers that gently provide you with immortality while reclining in the electric leg rests.
“Parting ways with my UFO won’t be easy. From day one it became my sanctuary from the outside noise,” the Tompa Bay Buccaneer star is quoted as saying in the listing. He hopes that the next owner will feel like Superman, a strange visitor from another planet who may also use the disguise of an NFL GOAT to hide his true identity.
Dr. Travis Taylor
DATELINE: Digging Shallow
Despite all the hoopla about no digging on Skinwalker Ranch,there will be drilling down.
We suspect Travis Taylor would have walked off the show in a huff if they didn’t drill. Of course, we put nothing past the drama queens on these reality series.
Of interest was the visit of a Native American high priest or shaman. He says a prayer over the area where they will do some core samples. Dr. Travis Taylor was quite respectful because he believes that the magical approach may calm some fears and worries. The shaman was the guest of Dragonfly, the hostile security chief.
There was only a little comfort given by the guest who said, if there is trouble, they should not dig.
Sure enough, when the experts come to do core samples and check the radiation levels, there is nothing particularly sinister. However, a strange wind seemed to shake the telephone poles along the road. Taylor suspected earthquake. Tom Winterton took a powder rather than face any anomaly.
Previously Taylor received radiation burns from his work on the ranch, but all that was strangely absent when testers arrive at the same location.
The most disturbing element of the show was the cruel decision to bring two alpacas to the ranch. Exotic and adorable, they are largely silent—and were put into a pen that was not secure.
Sure enough, something attacked them in the pen. On security cameras, they are chased and are screaming. The photos are not clear and there is no way to know what was there. We blame the people who brought these defenseless creatures into the show as guinea pigs.
Guinea pigs are experimental victims. Once again, this is a unsympathetic group.
DATELINE: Genocide from Sea to Shining Sea?
A small, vocal dominating force of Trump enthusiasts wants to stop any vigilance in favor of vigilantes.
They are tired of staying cooped up in the sanctity of their homes to stop a deadly pandemic. Throw open the doors. Throw open the gates, and let the barbarians out.
If they kill themselves with fever and virus, so be it. Amen and pass the ammunition: they don’t want face masks. They want freedom to cough in your face, spread germs wherever they go.
And, it’s time to let them.
If there is a spike in dead people, they will see it. They don’t care—even if it is their own children. It is the survival of the fittest. If little Egbert cannot survive a fake flu, let him perish. We who are about to die, salute him as his casket passes.
Armed rebellion is the answer to microbes. Shoot the little buggers. And shoot anyone who seems to be part of the genocidal approach to medicine and science.
American schools have failed miserably: look what they have produced: a nation of idiots.
Let seniors have their shopping hour every week, and let them go out and face the virus. If they contract it, this will save on medical bills and social security payments.
Open the economy: money is more important than humanity. If the United States dies in a swelter of fever and chills, let history write that the Fall of the American Empire was due to imbeciles who favored lack of manners, good health habits, and wanted a Hitler to lead them.
In case you missed it, there is an “empty space” in Trump’s head and mind.
As everyone in the nation rips off his face mask, the White House staff is putting them on. Gee, do they know something they are not telling the rest of us?
DATELINE: Duplicate Despots
We can hardly await the movie version of the epic comedy called the Strange Death of Kim Jong Un, the erstwhile fat slob North Korean dictator. The argument has been made that he is the only fat guy in North Korea—and no doubles are local.
It now appears that a body double may be used by some trying to keep his death a secret while they shore up their control of the government. Despots will be funny.
It seems Kim’s double has chipped teeth and overlong earlobes. And, the North Korean intelligence has not figured out that photoshopping can help them.
It is all reminiscent of the weird 1943 movie with Ludwig Donath called The Strange Death of Adolph Hitler. It was an amazing film in the middle of the war that contended that Hitler used doubles in dangerous situations of possible assassination. The story told the case of an impersonator who was drafted to do the dirty jobs Hitler could avoid.
Eventually he begins to think he is Hitler. There are a few hilarious meetings of the two, and the ending predates the war’s ending by two years and a strange assassination.
We suppose that all those overindulged meals caused a cardiac stent operation, performed and perhaps botched, requiring the double to do double-duty to buy time for the replacement squad.
We expect President Trump to use a body double eventually too. It is far easier when the main subject is a comedic hyperbole like Hitler, Kim, or Trump. It’s so easy to mimic these cartoonish autocrats. You can see it on SNL each week.
In the meantime, we recommend The Strange Death of Adolph Hitler as your primer for future developments.
DATELINE: Look Out Below!
You Got Bingo.
Having been given secret and allegedly dangerous tapes about the Marcos search for the stolen gold of the Japanese, the series seems impervious to any dangers. Lost Gold of World War II may have danger lurking everywhere from anti-American haters to Japanese booby traps.
Not only that, we have the usual idiocy by the gold hunters: they dig at a waterfall tunnel during a monsoon—and are surprised their equipment becomes mud-bound.
The solution to the search will be to do a certain kind of excavation, but John Casey rejects this because the technique will poison the town water supply for the locals. Yes, that would be bad public relations for foreign visitors, digging up the local area on an obsessive quest.
Talk about Ugly Americans: the new team seems a step down from last year’s older, but wiser crew.
Thankfully, there is Bingo Minerva back in the United States, consulting with real academic experts and learning what’s back in Luzon. He reports via Skype that only 20% of the stolen artifacts were recovered and that the treasure could be a compendium of diamonds and other precious stones,, all encased in metal tubes.
As for the so-called experts consulted in the area, they call themselves “historians” but never give degrees, titles, or university associations. These self-anointed experts throw out years of experience as Marines or other para-military soldiers. It is dubious to say the least. Their expert dismisses the idea that a discovered knife is from World War II. He places it from the 1980s. These treasure hunters are so off that we begin to wonder what else they have wrong.
Moreover, the tech team of twin bearded young men, Colin and Max, complain about the weather and terrain, while the father and son miners seem to revel in their condition.
An unusual expert, a woman tractor excavator, named Michelle, is one tough bird, but manages to become stuck in the mud. Only after a day of crisis management, ineptly by Casey’s younger brother, does she manage to wiggle the expensive equipment out of danger. No jokes about women drivers, please, because there is a dearth of women on these “boys’ adventures series.”
The series seems to hang on man-made error as the cliff-hanging routine of the season. Not a good start to a once promising series.
DATELINE: Sieg Heil!
Man in White!
If you like your political theories salacious and unpleasant, please read on:
We have learned that Ohio’s Rep. Jim Jordan, defender of Trump to the death (and he’s not even from New Hampshire where “Live Free or Die,” are the new coronavirus watchwords.
You may recall Here Comes Mr. Jordan,a dead man walking movie, and you may recall Jim Jordan, a dead man defending Trump on impeachment. Racists deny their racism may be his motto.
During that high time, Jordan refused to wear a suitcoat. He wanted to flaunt protocol and fashion shense. It made him look like a white-shirted KKK agent in Congress. He lacked on the hood. He is no knight in shining armor, but more like a night rider.
Now we hear that he is refusing to wear a protective mask in Congress. Since he is always a danger to infect other people with whatever virus he carries, this is blatant disregard for humanity. His disrespect knows only the bounds of genocide. He would kill you in a heartbeat if you are a Democrat, an oldster, a black person, or of any color he despises.
Now we hear speculation that he refuses to wear undies. Yes, beneath the surface is a naked ugly truth about Jim Jordan. He has no panties, women’s or otherwise.
Should we be alarmed that the emperor has no clothes or underclothes? It’s to be expected when you wear white robes and matching hood every night.