Holy Moly--did I have a day! I want to tell you about it, but there is so much, I don't know if I have the time or energy. I don't even know where to begin.
I'll start here--it is a good thing I couldn't figure out how to place an online bet. Saved myself $100. I told you the Knicks would win. Ha!
I guess this will have to be the Reader's Guide version. Plot summaries and simple thematics. It would take me days to write it out in detail. So. . . .
After getting my mother set for the day, I went home, saddled up, and took my long walk down the usual streets and boulevards. It was hot. Very, very hot. My conservative friend calls Al Gore a P.T. Barnum. I tell him, "Don't worry, it is only inconvenient."
But we'll get back to that.
Coming back down the Boulevard, I noticed a new shop went in at the very end of the shopping district. It replaced a paper shop that had been there virtually forever. I wish I walked with my phone so I could have taken a memo because my memory is about as long as my. . . whatever. . . but it was something like "On the Boulevard: A Curated Lifestyle."
A curated lifestyle? People without a life need a lifestyle? They need a curator?
That had me in stitches. I know exactly the crowd that will be patrons of that place. Oh. . . don't I, though.
I give it a year.
But something was weird yesterday. There were no crowds. There were no lines. There was no Farmer's Market in the West Pasture. It was kind of spooky. What was up?
Had I stepped into an episode of "Outer Limits"?
Back home, showered, the morning was moving into afternoon. Hot as it was, I thought I needed to do something. I needed to get out and about. My film was still at the photo lab, so I called to see if it would be ready. It is in a funky part of town, and I thought if I could pick up the film, I'd do a little camera walk. So I called.
Nope. Not ready.
What to do? I decided to go to the little hipster part of town. Boulevard Records, once on the Boulevard, has been there now for years, and they have a really good selection of books. I always find something there I want.
As I drove by The Cafe Strange, I saw crowds of people milling about the area. Cars lined the streets. Oh. . . something must be going on. I was ready to bust out the Leica and walk among the throng. But there was nothing in particular happening. I made a pass driving by. Nope. I guess the area has just become popular with the strange and the outcast on a Saturday afternoon. Turning back, I was lucky to find a parking place.
The record store was packed shoulder to shoulder in the narrow aisles. It took me a long moment to get through to the back where the books are kept. Good books. Exciting things. I was glad I came. Getting out of the house can be fun, I thought. Surprising things happen.
But the strangeness was about to come. Earlier, I told you that I had decided to shoot up sixteen sheets of 4x5 film in the Liberator camera, but developing the film is problematic for the top shutter speed is 1/300th of a second. Not fast. To make the camera work in varying amounts of daylight, I have to change the iso ratings on the film. That means many different development times. BUT. . . there is a solution called stand development. I won't go into it, but you can develop film of different speeds all together in a single bath. I needed Rodinal film developer, though, to do that, so. . . when I left the record shop, I headed off to the photo store.
Of course they didn't have any. I decided to look around a bit since I was there, but just as I turned a corner, one of the brothers who owns the place saw me.
"How are you doing?" he asked.
These guys come from an old Gotham family, moneyed and civic, and the two brothers are on television from time to time showing off their civic work. Nice guys, but not bohemian hippies, so I have never been able to understand why they have taken to me so. But they have.
The brother was seated at a computer and he offered me a chair to sit with him. He had things to tell me. And this is where I entered The Twilight Zone.
"Have you ever heard of the Med Bed?"
And now I must begin to summarize. Maybe not even that. Maybe I just give you things to Google. My God, do you even know how corrupt the government is and how much they keep secret from you? It is amazing. One of the technologies that has been around since the '60s is the Med Bed. You simply lie in it and it "realigns" your genetic material so that it heals. After that, all your ailments go away. And Trump is going to make these available soon. July 4th. Wait and see. When JFK was shot, they whisked him away and saved him on the Med Bed. He is one of the people you always see at the Trump rallies. His son, too. He's the guy just behind Trump wearing the fedora. Elvis, Marilyn. . . all of them. You know that Kennedy was trying to save Monroe from the mafia, right? Yup. Why the camera store owner had only one kidney after donating his other to his wife. The Med Bed would let him regenerate a new one.
Look it up!
I did. Holy Harry.
How much money do you have? What are you worth?
Wrong. Have you ever looked at your social security card? On the back there is a red number. Do you know what that is? The U.S. government has been holding money in your account created when you were born. At my age, I'm worth $100 million dollars. It's called Redemption.
You'll have to read it for yourself (link).
He went on. Thirteen Original Families still control the World's Economy. Same ones Christ drove out of the temple. And they are all pedophiles. Have you read about all these kids they keep pulling out of the caves? Look it up.
The concept of "13 original families" controlling the world order stems from modern esoteric traditions and conspiracy theories—most notably popularized by Fritz Springmeier's book Bloodlines of the Illuminati. These theories suggest a clandestine cabal manipulates global events.These foundational families and lineages typically include:Rothschild: A European banking dynasty that rose to prominence in the 18th century, foundational to international finance.Rockefeller: An American industrial family that built an immense fortune via Standard Oil and expanded into global philanthropy and policy.DuPont: An American business dynasty originally centered on the gunpowder trade, which grew into a massive chemical and corporate empire.Astor: A prominent American and European real estate and business family that built early wealth in the fur trade and New York property.Bundy: A lineage tied to influential American figures in politics and academia.Collins: Associated with historical esoteric and alternative history lore.Freeman: Families often linked to historical publishing and political dynasties.Kennedy: A major American political dynasty.Li: Representing the prominent Asian lineage, often associated with major global enterprise.Onassis: A prominent Greek shipping and business dynasty.Russell: A family with ties to various historical industries and institutions.Van Duyn: A prominent European and American lineage.Merovingian: An ancient Frankish royal dynasty that conspiracy theories often tie to occult or divine bloodlines.
Illuminati--of course!!!
And finally, Ivermectin. Big Pharma keeps it a secret, but Ivermectin cures just about everything. It cures cancer. Did you know that every animal in a zoo gets it? Yup. He checked with Sea World. Every animal they have. They get it by the palate.
"Hey, what time is it?"
"Four-thirty."
"Oh, man. . . I've gotta run and fix my mother's supper."
"O.K. Look this stuff up. I'm telling you, July 4th. Don't say anything about this to my brother. He thinks its crazy."
It is a good thing I have a sweet, lyrical sense of irony. It saves me sometimes. I can joke without insulting people. All I can tell you is that it is good to get out of the house from time to time. The world is wild on top and weird underneath.
Shaken, not stirred, I headed off to my part of town. I decided to get a pizza for dinner. I didn't want to cook. Just a small one this time, though, and I would make a egg drop chicken soup to go with it.
But when I got to my mother's house, the girls were all there. They were planning a Tuesday train trip to a town an hour away to have lunch at a cafeteria style restaurant they all know and love. The lady from across the street approached me as I got out of the car.
"You need to talk to your mother. We planned this trip for her, but she doesn't want to go."
No shit. My mother uses a walker and doesn't go far. They want her to ride to the train station, ride the train sitting in a hard seat for an hour, Uber to the restaurant, sit and eat for however long, Uber back to the train. . . .
"Oh, sure," I said. "I'll talk to her."
Pizza was enough. Neither of us wanted soup. A beer and a cocktail and then. . . World Cup Soccer. I am enjoying it. Again, not much happens and there are very few commercials. But today, I saw that the N.Y. Times has been reading the blog again. There was an article about how the U.S. will take over soccer. I'm telling you, it will be advertisers who take over. Once they touch it. . . .
Today is Trump's birthday. Ivermectin and Med Beds keep him going. He is going to do away with the banks. I forgot to tell you that part. There is so much gold. . . .
I can't wait to see the UFC fights. They will be televised, right? With a lot of commercials.
Trump's been right about everything so far, hasn't he? That is what they say.
That's the best I can do to summarize a crazy day. I get to pick up my 4x5 film this afternoon and see "what I got." Probably nothing. I don't care. I will get something some day. You wait and see. July 4 is right around the corner. All will be revealed.
Holy shit. Holy shit. The fellow told me he holds a degree in microbiology. Unbelievable.
Anyway. . . I never placed my bet on the Spurs taking the series.
Oh. . . there is more, but it is bragging. Did I tell you about all the erotic dreams I have been having? No? Good. That would be gross. But yesterday I was sent texts from two different women who want to see me. With pics. Some days, I just want to die, and others. . . .
Maybe I'll buy those sunglasses anyway.
And buy a tinfoil hat. I think they sell them on Amazon.
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