Final Post

The unjust apes have won, just as I expected.

Goodbye and as all-times.....

Kristallbrunch (The Brunch-Time of Broken Glass)

If you're new here you may wish to read the July 3rd posting firstly.


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UPDATE: August 31, 2011
I done thunk-up a new quote this day and
it goes like this

"The Truth is always prepared for justice
&
Wisdom is always prepared for injustice."



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UPDATE:
Come See The WITCH HUNT

Wendesday – August 31st, 2011
11:30 A.M.
@
The Ohio County Magistrate Court
26 - 15th St.
Courthouse Annex
Wheeling, West Virginia

Yes, old Tor is gonna be Galileo-ed !

On Thursday, the 25th, Mrs. H. and moi ‘twere sittin' on the porch when a blue uniform came around the corner, stopping at the porch gate.
We both, geezerly, leapt to our feet and fled inside.
I spoke with the Sheriff’s officer through the,
top part (screen) of the
[once glass bottom before the WPD smashed it in]
storm door.
I was given a Civil Summons for Wrongful Occupation
made out to a “Mr. Hersman.”

So, on Friday I spent most of the day rapidly walkin’ betwixt library, courthouse annex and post office delivering legal replies.
The one lady, who took my response and counterclaim, at the CH annex had never viewed soooooooooo many papers in a response and had to ask another lady if they all should be included. The other lady said, “Yes.”

Amusingly enough, there was only one magistrate on duty on Friday so I had to wait a couple of hours to deliver papers that took five minutes to drop-off.
Now, I had NO intention of recheckin’ my paper work
HOWEVER after being there quite a while I reread them.
YIKES!
I had left-out one of the key papers.
Moi returned home and added said paper.

Most truthfully, as I was sitting in the waiting area the lady guard and another lady were talking. Methinks some of it may have been for moi’s, hardly benefit, but interest.
The ‘I was a police officer for 25 and half years’ lady guard said to me
“I can’t talk to anyone who’s wearing sunglasses.”
So as a courtesy...I removed me shades.
Then, at conversations end, I started putting them back on.
She said, in a somewhat police-y manner
“Why don’t you leave them off?”
To which moi retorted
“Because I like them on,” as they went over me eyes
&
IF LOOKS COULD split your head open I’d of been down and out right then; the nightsticks, figuratively speaking, FLEW outta her eyes – only for a moment – but OH how they DID fly for a second.
I pretty much got the same visual ‘e eye’ from
almost everyone at the annex.
Moi ain’t surprised.

Sooooooo
If you missed Socrates' trial,
couldn’t make it to Galileo’s trial,
didn't see the trial & burning of Giordano Bruno,
DON’T MISS
TOR ON TRIAL!
Friend and Foes alike should be greatly amused by the
“Proceedings.”

Sponsored by an Inquisition...
...hear ye...near ye.

Oh yeah, on Thursday I called the Ohio Attorney General’s office to discover what they thought about there being a business,
River Towne Limited, Inc.,
listed in Ohio County, WV as an “Ohio corporation” but there are no records of in Ohio. I was told it was not under the Ohio AG’s office authority and I should call the Ohio Secretary Of State’s office, which moi done did. The Ohio SOS office told me it was not under the Ohio SOS’ authority and I should call the Ohio AG’s office. I told the SOS that I just DID speak with the AG’s office and they told moi to call the SOS and guess what I got...
I got the
but but but but but
but but but but
but but but
but but
but
human moterboat song and dance.

That same day when I, again, called the WV AG and SOS offices about a property
(That’s right, River Towne Limited, Inc.)
that the state of WV took over for taxes in 2007 and there is NO record of, guess what...I got the ‘But But But’ song and dance, AGAIN.

Oh yes, as I rode the bus back from Kroger this day (Aug. 27, 11) two sheriff’s vehicles,
[I'm sure there's no record of the stop]
directly in front of the bus, pulled over and stopped in the
right-hand lane under the OVMC overpass and an officer jumped-out into the lane the bus was in and looked directly into the bus.
I got a fair shot of adrenaline.
The officers SEEMED to be having a problem with some folks at the bus stop.
Then I stated loudly,”Well, at least they weren’t there to assassinate me but my heart rate did go up a little.”
Of course, that’s if you’re using ‘a little’ as understatement.

Stay on groovin’ safari,
Tor


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UPDATE: August 19, 2011
New information, I just learned yesterday,
leads me to conclude that much of this horrid situation
could be from the prosecution of a
(NOT a Catholic but a member of a large church)
sodomizing child molester of little children.
The Judge firstly set the bail at $20,000
then $400,000
and now, as I understand it, has denied bail.
I was speechless.
I’ll write more when/if I can.

[August, 20 - The bail is $400,000]
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UPDATE: August 24, 2011
Yesterday I discovered that about
two years ago a wee child made accustations
of sexual misconduct against Nance
BUT
the police did not believe her and DID believe Nance.

To protect and serve.....
.....whom ?

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I just got this and this would make it, I surmise, an interstate criminal conspiracy ...
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[UPDATE: August, 24, 2011 -
Name removed [NR] from blog,
by request of "Motive Force,"
BUT
available to any government agency upon
proof of said agency’s proper interest.]

NR, 81, was arrested and booked into Davis County Jail on a warrant for sexually assaulting a child.

Nance was booked into the jail Thursday morning on suspicion of committing three counts of rape of a child, the aggravated sexual abuse of a child and one count of sodomy upon a child.

The 2nd District Court in Farmington had issued warrants for his arrest on the three rape counts on Tuesday on behalf of the Syracuse Police Department. According to court documents, the offenses occurred on March 26, 1995.
[UPDATE: also 2011 & others]
His bail is set at more than $400,000.
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I will not tell you, now, of how
the arrest of Nance and
myself are connected BUT it IS most directly.

As I told the person who was the
motive force in the original arrest,
“Don’t be surprised if anyone that
well connected [Nance] with the Mormon Church
only gets 100 hours of community service
AT
the Little Girls Shelter.”

There were two arrests,
original one with the bail being set at $20,000
and then more
people came forth with charges against Nance
and the judge raised bail to 400k.

I just realized something, it isn’t the Catholics
nor Protestants nor Jews nor Muslims nor Atheists
...the Catholics are getting all the heat about it
BUT IT IS...
the Child Molesters –
the Jewish Child Molesters –
the Atheist Child Molesters –
the Mormon Child Molesters –
the Catholic Child Molesters -
the Muslim Child Molesters.

It’s the Child Molesters against the rest
of us AND they use religion as a smokescreen.
What matters most to a Child Molester
is NOT Jesus or Mohammed or Jehovah or Darwin.....
what matters MOST to them is molesting children.

I'm so sorry,
I've been very hard only on the Catholics about this...
sorry.

Maybe we should protect the children
THEN
we can beat each other to
death over whose who's is best
but
in the mean(most mean)time
the child molesters are LOL @ us all.

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UPDATE: August 15, 2011
Two weeks ago the
WV Secretary of State's office
(304-558-6000)
had records of a company named
Rivertowne Limited, Inc.
today
they did NOT
BUT
Ohio County still does, this day,
and now so does moi.
I'm too busy to go in detail now
but
guess how much Klos sold this
14 apartments place for,
go on...guess.
$10.00
that's right
TEN Dollars
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Add Sesame Street Count LOL here
10 HAHAHA!
dollars.
That's just a single snowflake on the tip
of the iceberg.

I'd a-paid $11.35.
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[Personal Information Removed from this bolg post that was in official WPD complaint & others – PIR]
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I, [PIR] “Tor” Hershman, and my wife, [PIR], were in our apartment on Wednesday, August 3rd, 2011 [PIR] when at approximately 10:25 AM we hear a knock at the front door. There is no law that requires a person, unless it’s the police with a search warrant, to answer a door knock and we did not. It sounded as if the person on the porch left at about 10:28. AM
At approximately 10:30 AM there were more sounds from the porch followed by loud knocking then loud pounding. A voice said “Mr. Hershman, Mr. Hershman, we need to get in to bug spray.” I was almost ready to open the door till I heard that and with the threats already made by Rick W. Mercer I knew that was an untruth.
We stay inside and do nothing but be on guard. Then the pounding increases with a huge crashing of broken glass. I heard a voice say “I didn’t mean to do that” BUT I’m sure when someone is “Accidentally” shot dead the officer says it was unintentional though it has been proven in many court cases that it was not.
At this point we call the WPD police dispatcher who informs us that the WPD are already there and adds, (paraphrase) “Why don’t you be a nice guy and let them in?”
I just hung up. The reason we didn’t ‘just let the “We need to bug spray” police in’ is because we didn’t want to be beaten or murdered by an officer, and his cohorts who’ve already lied. . .without as much resistance to the unlawful and unethical terrorist actions of the WPD as we could/can muster.
I then go [to] the main door that I have vastly reinforced due to two previous attempted, one by the WFD, home invasions.
A man in police uniform is standing directly on the other side of the door and yells at me “If don’t let us in by the time I count to three (he holds up three fingers) I’m going to kick the door in!”
I ask him if he has a search warrant and he says nothing about that.
He then repeats his terrorist threat of kicking in the door.
We do nothing and finally the four police officers and the terrorist innkeeper Mercer leave. About twenty minutes later, we hear the sound of broken glass moving from outside. I say to my wife, “They’re back!”
We prepare for another illegal, terrorist home invasion attempt but it was
terrorist innkeeper Mercer at the door cleaning up the evidence of broken glass.
He did a poor job.
I then begin making many phone calls to the authorities and various agencies.
This, and many of the previous harassments, are all based upon my religious preferences.

This I added, with pen, at the notaries:
My wife told me, this was when I had gone back to the phone, that one of the officers stepped up to the door smashing cop and said, “What are you doing this for?”
He (the door smashing cop) turned and said “This building’s condemned. They’ve got to come out,” which is another lie.
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When the Terrorist Mercer came back I grabbed the camera, but I forgot to set the antishake, took some pics of him cleaning up the evidence. I have no doubt that the 3 police and, AT LEAST, one criminal in a police uniform were JUST AROUND THE CORNER as the Terrorist Mercer was disposing of the evidence.

Some kind-a groovin' safari - HUH?,
Tor

UPDATE: August 9, 2011
Well
Yesterday I had an appointment, @ 3PM, with
Legal Aid of West Virginia.
I was kept waiting until approximately 3:30 at which time the intake woman and some dude lawyer came outta the main office and give me the bums rush. He had to go in a few minutes.
While getting the BR I said “Oh, I don’t even get to go inside to see if the Jesus calendar is still on the wall?”
At that point the intake female said,
“It’s still there.
It’s MY office and I can have whatever I want.”

Okay, it's her office and she likes a Jesus calendar to look at,
fair enough.
Sooooooooooo why
why why why why why
why why why why
why why why
why why
why
was the calendar on the wall
facing the person being interviewed
and NOT on the wall so it is in intake woman's face?
If I wanted to look at something,
while being monetarily gainfully at work,
I would not have it on the wall
that’s behind my head while I’m at my desk
working and interviewing people.

The intake lady, the little weasel and myself spoke for about ten minutes while standing in the waiting room. After my tale he sez,
“You see, he had the police there to protect you.”
I reply,
“You mean the people who kicked-in the glass of storm door and then
illegally threated to
kick-in our front door were there to PROTECT US!”
The little weasel then said, “Well even if he was there with the police he can come in after 24 hours.”
To which moi retorted, “He ain’t coming in.”
Then the little weasel tried turning on the charm as we
walked-out together and moi played along.

The Terrorist Mercer
(If that’s who he really is)
says he doesn’t want the rent, will not get an eviction notice and has a goon criminal guy in a police uniform attacking our senses.

Also the Jesus children books were gone,
since my last visit, from the
LAofWV waiting room and now there was a book
(“Galug(Spelling?) The Invincible”) which I believe had an image
of Baby Krishna on the cover, along with a
big ole bunch of “elle”s.

NOTE
The WVNCC prof. dude
( Robert A. (Zac) Wycherley )
who whipped the "Jesus" crap on myself
See 'The X FacTOR' blog post
and sent me to an empty office job opening,
well...
that empty office is next door to the
Legal Aid of WV office.

Inquisitors of a feather...
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UPDATE: August 14, 2011

Here’s a wee possible connection we just remembered.
It may well tie into the July 3rd, blog posting and
could/should require investigating.

Not long after we, Mrs. H. and moi, started back
as nontraditional students to WVNCC the
(so-called), then, landlords/innkeepers
[T. J. Decker & Paul Edward Ault - Rivertowne Limited, Inc.]
of the Mary Elizabeth Apartments, desperately
wanted us to move to a “Better” apartment
on Wheeling Island.
We went to see it and it was
FAR FROM BETTER!
Though they pushed for us to move, we refused.....
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Mrs. H. and my, then, major at WVNCC was Culinary Arts.
Marion Gruber, the now
(last time I heard)
director of the culinary arts department, was one of the two professors of the Culinary Arts program and she absolutely hated Mrs. H. and myself.
Prof. Gruber is a raving Hay Zeus follower and despises woman having the right of choice concerning an unwanted fetus, this she stated in class.
I don’t know why she’s this way; perhaps she was forced to have an unwanted child and hates anyone who can choose, perhaps?
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.....anywho, it was while the Twin Towers in New York
were still spewing vast amounts of smoke,
the building on Wheeling Island caught fire.

The blaze began, according to WTRF/WFD, in the
exact apartment
[Top floor, farthest from stairs, no functional fire-escape]
that we had been “Offered” to move into.
As moi recalls, seventeen families were displaced by the confabulation.
Oh yeah, the name of the burnt building was
The Gruber Apartments.

BTW - IMO:
Prof. Gruber CAN teach you how to run
a profitable culinary enterprise
if if if
if if
if
the eatery’s property is free,
the equipment is free,
the utilities are free,
the food supplies are free
and
the workers are paying you to be there.

Michelle Marie & Marcus Bachmann

Moi 'twere just sittin' here...
'tweren't doin' nothin'...
then...
moi thunk-up this
(click for a larger view)



Stay on groovin' safari,
Tor

Evil Ape is as Evil Ape does. [with updates]

Well, They (names shall be named) seem prepared to come @
Mrs. H. and moi with the inbreed cousins that society gives guns,
and permission to kill, to...this time.

If this is moi’s last post due to murder or other such act, here are some people/places that anyone, a.k.a. no one,
[Well at least 2 or 3]
interested in the case can investigate and/or
(This is for the evil apes, only)
REWARD....with much tax free church monies, no doubt.

UPDATE: July 19 I just learned of some other criminal actions by
Officer Mercer @ this official doc.
http://docs.justia.com/cases/federal/district-courts/west-virginia/wvndce/5:2009cv00127/25034/12/
Why am I not surprised?

Stanley Klos: Rich, divorced, religious fanatic, republican and former owner of the Mary Elizabeth Apartments, Wheeling.

Rivertowne Limited Inc.: West Virginia – Owner of MEA and one of the shadiest companies, ever. I wonder which person and/or church REALLY owns it? I do know that The Church Of Latter Day Saints had a missionary outpost @ MEA for years and years, perhaps...still.
In 2007 the State Of West Virginia took over Mary Elizabeth Apartments for taxes.
The now governor of WV is vehemently opposed to a woman’s right to choose.

Paul Edward Ault 65181 3 Hills Drive, Bellaire, Oh
(Just across the street from that county’s sheriff's home)
Rivertowne Limited Inc. employee – supposedly committed suicide on June 17, 2009. Now when Mr. Ault opened up his carpet store it got press with pics in the Wheeling newspaper BUT his, so-called, suicide didn’t get a mention.
It’s my theory that he’s alive and has been moved
by his leaders to another locale.

The West Virginia Snakes Club [Really]: Here is a picture from last week showin’ The City Of Wheeling employees/equipment generously helping out the, private club, Snakes Club get ready for the 4th. TCOW helps the private club, TWVSC, out summer & autumn & winter & spring for years and years and years. What was it Obi Wan Kanobi said about the space-port?
(Click to enlarge pic)

They do that in daylight in the middle of town, imagine
what goes on behind the doors.

Robert W. Hazlett House - 921 Main St: I’ve viewed many, Many, MANY times the inter-exchange of persons and furniture betwixt this, The Snakes Club and MEA
sooooooooooo...they ARE in cahoots.


Mary Elizabeth Apartments (MEA): Slum, oft times owned by some mighty, rich folks. There’s gold in them thar struck with poverty
types and many other “Bussinesses”
orrrrrr
could
it
just
be
'cause
me
be ?

Rick W. Mercer 209 Incline Ave., Wheeling, WV: Perhaps a cop
(Rhonda Wade [See next name] said she knew a Rick Mercer that is a cop BUT I only had a paper with "R. Mercer" on it sooooooo I couldn't say)
perhaps the new MEA owner, perhaps whom he says he is (He refuses to show any ID and stated (with a smirk), to Mrs. H. and myself, that he actually, physically lives in his P.O. Box. He also said he was an Iraqi war vet. Geeeeee, I wonder if he were trained in terrorist tactics by the same U. S. of A. center that trained Osama Bin Ladin? Well, if that person is who they say,
one thing’s for sure,
I know of a filler for a VA hospital's rubber-room.
I surmise that RM has severely
ingrained “Daddy Abandonment” issues.

Do you suppose it’s possible that MEA was sold,
for a song, to a mentally ill veteran
(Lee Harvey Oswald was a vet, wasn’t he?)
with instructions to harass those who ARE Pro-Choice?

Rhonda Wade: The WV Legal Aid lawyer du jour I went to see. She made it quite clear that she’s a religious fanatic and that she would NEVER visit one of moi's web sites.
BTW the
Jesus In Full Glory calendar,
in the sign-in office of WV Legal Aid in Wheeling, is/was soooooooooo colorful.

I also contacted the WV ACLU:
ACLU = American Christian Loonies Upholder

The Ohio County Assessors Office: I never viewed a person that got such a bewildered look on their face,
then a Mona Lisaesque smile,
as they looked-up information for a (MEA) property.

Well, we’ve been threatened, twice this month, by the
(Perhaps Rick W. Mercer? – he won’t show any ID)
Mercer with
“I'll throw-out anyone I want!
I'll throw you out in 24 hours!”
and now he says he will attack with, probably inbreed cousins, the sheriff department. Oh yeah, this person shows-up, no ID, and wants us to give him our Social Security Numbers, financial information, all on a generic form and send it to a P.O. Box.
Even Ms. Wade said she wouldn’t do that.

OOOOOOOOOH them Tor boy!
The difference being...
...Rosco P. would not have murdered anyone.

This is far from in-depth but moi ‘tis in-deep
[But then, who the fudge ain't.
We're all gonna end up in a worm's belly]
and may not get to add more about this meaningless crap.

Anywho we’ll see how the continuing harassments
by religious fanatic loonies goes,
this time.

I guess ten-thousand Atheist blogs shall deal with the theoretical while we battle against the actual with the factual
*cluck cluck cluck*
BTW *cluck cluck cluck*
is the smartest thing to do and I highly recommend it.

Here’s my factual mini-documentary to remember moi by.



BTW: Anyone that doesn’t like the truth of me doc, well. . .if the loonies hadn’t of attacked so many times I wouldn’t have been inspired, to such a great extent, to find the truth; not that the truth matters to the insanely wretched beasts of pain and shame.
YeeeeHaaaaa! Grandpa a corn-holin’ Them while readin’ scripture, that, or a vile situation most similar, is where most of the beasts came from.

BTW: If you want to give your children the greatest gift of all
NEVER REPRODUCE!
I wish me mom hadn’t of, after the first two.
Oh yeah, if you want to celebrate what
The 4th of July
is REALLY about...
Above the Mason/Dixon Line it was about white landowning men wanting some political power and below the MDL it was about fear that the growing abolitionist movement in Great Britain would outlaw slavery and rich dudes liked their evil power and poor whites liked people forced into slavery so they weren’t on
the bottom rung of society.
Sooooo, its about rich guys havin’ power and keeping certain people down.

Hail the Fadiators and Vestal Hookertoots!

Pour another shot of Freedom.

_____ UPDATE: July 6 _____

No attack yet, more lies from the weaselly guy(s).
Feces! Moi ‘tis all geared-up for the defensive counterattack
(As they well know – minions stationed upstairs do do their paid reportin’).

Dr. D. W. Cummings: The Pastor of the Bethlehem Apostolic Temple in Wheeling, WV may just need a look @.
I’m sure, he’s on TV a lot,
I’ve viewed him a number of times @ MEA and we all know religion is about administering, administering bank accounts and I’m sure he could be recruited to have his flock do much of Their dirty deeds WITH a fictional, perforated, hippie Hebrew,
on a stick,
in outer space to say it’s just FINE!
Anywho, while we perched on the porch, July 4th evening, we had a visit from, methinks, the Christian Goon Squad, a most friendly, extremely personable young African American, with buddy that ducked back, walks to porch, blah blahs and then says’ "...god makes everything good."
To which moi replied, “NOT to me!”
He then makes his way to the corner, says “god bless you,” and most quickly ducks around the side before I can say [either] “Darwin bless you,” or “There is no god,” I ‘ve been known to say one or the other.
Now you see, if you reply that Zeus DOES,
but there is no god(s)/devil(s),
make it all groovy
then KILLING YOU would
be A-OK by your own admission,
to those ill minds.
I ain’t, methinks, run into those goons since Pork Land WhoreyGoon, the dude there was white, big spider tattoo on arm.
Rats come in many different shades and most human ones are
sooooooooo friendly.

Sally Habig(SP?) (This was many years ago) of The Wheeling Housing Authority:
Ms. Habig stated to moi,
“I caught a lady here (WHA) embezzling money but that was okay because she was giving it to her church.”

Mrs. H.(ershman) nor moi can remember the name BUT we DO have the paperwork, on one of the WHA/HUD inspectors from waaaaaaaay back when we received HUD
and a whole lot MORE!
This guy comes over, inspects the place, Mrs. H. and I are sitting on the couch, he’s about ready to go and says to moi
“If I’d of brought more money I’d take you over to the Snake Club for a beer.”
To which moi retorted,
“The ONLY way you’d get me in the Snake Club is if you held a gun on me."
At that point he pulls out a pistol, points it at Mrs. H. and myself sitting (totally unarmed) on the couch and grunts,
”That’s why I carry this."
Scared the phuckin’ feces outta both of us.
Habig and Mahat, WHA authorities, were told of this and their response was to LOL.
Oh yeah, Ms. MacDonald (May have been McDonald), the first person we had to deal with at WHA, always had the [then] local religious fanatic channel on her office’s radio.

Say, did I ever tell you how moi got to the Ohio Valley in the first place?
Here’s how,
I was sitting in High School and got a message to go the guidance counselor’s office.
“WTF now,” methinks to moi’s self.
Anywho, I get there and she tells me of a Summer Aid job @ [old] Lock & Dan #8 on the Mon. River. I get the job, work hard, get a Lock Operators position at summer’s end, get laid-off after two months (I almost cried), then a few weeks later get an offer of a position @ [long gone] Lock & Dam #13 on the Ohio River and that’s how
moi firstly done did get here.
Yeah, Sheldon McKee, the wonderful Lock Master @ Lock #7,
(That's where moi went from 8)
as I filled-out forms to see about getting another position with the Corps said to me
"Don't put down Locks #12, #13 or #14"
"Why?" wide-eyed young Tor asks.
"I wouldn't have a F-UCK to do with any of them.”
This was the ONLY time I ever heard him use an
Anglo-Saxon (cuss) word, ever!
Later that week, Harry Maple, the Pittsburgh Area Chief shows at Lock #7.
I get called into the office.
He asks me why I didn’t mark 12, 13 or 14.
I am flabbergasted.
I ain’t gonna say that Mr. McKee told moi to not put those down.
I hummmmmmm and ahhhhhhhhhhhh, lookin’ at Mr. McKee for some help and he did by saying,
“He [me] said he’d go anyplace.”
That was a check-box on the form.
To which moi quickly, and loudly, chimed-in
“Yeah! I said I’d go anyplace.”
OH YEAH, did I go.....anyplace.

Oh, this is amusing, after my first day on the
U. S. Army Corps of Engineers Lock #13 the crew were sitting around the break table and the Lock Master, Donald Wamsley (SP?), looks-up at moi and say’s, verbatim, at a Federal job...
“I guess we’ve got ourselves a Jew Boy, now.”
(Hershman - German - Deer Man/Game Warden (methinks ?)
Jewish folk were forced to BUY, at several points in hisTORy,
non-Jewish names, e.g.,
Rosenberg cost less than Goldberg, etc.
this was a way for
German and French rulers to get some quick cash)

My older brother had told me to expect this
after leaving the gut-wrenchingly vile town of Bobtown, PA;
I suppse it t'weren't soooo bad, but that's how moi felt about it.
Oh, BTW in 2009 Bobtown outlawed Treat or Tricking.
I WISH I’d have been as vastly cool as Charlie Chaplin was when the Third Reich, Nazi, ambassador had said, in a less bigoted manner, the same thing to him BUT I was 19 and simply replied,
“I’m not Jewish. We’re Methodists.” [Even though I had stopped going to church at 12 and had been a Buddhist since 14. When one is accosted one may oft times revert back to basics and moi ‘tis just a po’, old, small country-town boy]

Methinks this may turn into a very looooong blog post.

Oh yeah, 100% for sure,
Mt. Hood Chemical Corporation, 4444 N. W. Yeon, Portland, OR.
What Obi Wan Kanobi said about the spaceport, to the power of nineteen?

Continuing the update.....
there has been a young male and female, The Goslings
(our entitling),
living at the Robert W. Hazlett House for about 2.5 years. A couple of nights ago I caught, just after they pulled-in, the dude trying to tempt our kitty over to him by dangling his keys and callin’ “Kitty, kitty.”
This is the second time I’ve caught the dude.
The next day I went to get a photo of their car.
It had PA. plates.
Soooooooo, I dropped a dime to the WVSP and WVDOT.
The car has vanished from the parking area and The Goose’s Goosemobile has also been absent MUCH more than is usually the case.
I, many years ago, caught a young lady, a RWHH resident, attempting to lure our kitties off the porch. The only person, ever, at the RWHH that was not completely loopy was, as Mrs. H. and moi dubbed him, Father Goose; he drove a sporty, little, silver Mercedes and was, as moi heard, in charge of this area’s AEP’s advertising. He was, as best as I could tell, preet-near close to sane. We ain’t viewed him in years. RWHH is basically a historically registered, even got a plaque, freak house and moi doesn't mean that in a good way.

Since only the DOT and state police were told about the illegally parked car of the Attempted Cat Stealers and said vehicle is now gone,
[UPDATE July 7th - it has returned]
you don’t suppose the good ole’ boys network is in play,
do you?
Do you suppose it's EVER outta play?
That would be a most specious thought.

We have had kitties, definitely, murdered.
Doggy, sweet as could be – murdered and left in the middle of the park.
Orca, super sweet, murdered.
Others have vanished, vanished to be tortured in some vile, corrupt, lunatic Christian ceremony?
I don’t know BUT I would not discount it, the filthy, moronic, pusillanimous piles of thickened protoplasmic saltwater that those people were
...are...& will be.

If I were 100% sure that there were
a heaven I would NOT be an Atheist,
I’d be a Satanist because
I don’t want to spend time
with those beastly Christians NOW
and
most certainly
would not in a [fictional] eternity.

I just stepped-out to water the
Great Wall Of The Mary Elizabeth
plant pots, they were gettin’ quite dry.
Oh,
you can view one,
when the purplelasia were much smaller,
in me “Meadow Moon” video.
Anywho,
the RWHH parking lot is empty, this is not average, the The Snake Club lot is empty, this is most uncommon for this time of day. It has been so for years, I suppose a bartender, a black car (with Jesus fish) parks next to their deck about 90% of the time. When it’s not that car it’s big, silver Mercedes about 8%. Today, as moi ‘twere H2Oin’ the plants, a small red, methinks a Chevy, car just pulled in there.
UPDATE: July 9
Both the Hay Zues black and big, silver Mercedes have been gone for days.

Well, I’ve out-gassed me gas supply for today. I hope nothing evil reactivates it. I plan to tell you of old, and some rather recent, unlawful activities by the WFD, don’t worry (perhaps Old) Assistant Chief, just the story about the attack from the basement right after my quintuple bypass surgeries AND the WPD. The WFD, some members, have been of great assistance sooooo only one tale. Ain’t it a fact that occupations that endow the employee with Instant Hero/Demigod status (Doctor, Lawyer, Firefighter, Police, Politicians [a factual BUT rarefied group], etc) have that reputation because THEY DO attract some of humanities finest folk BUT likewise . . .some of the vilest, too.

You know, I may write a book.
A girl, Cathy Tudish, I
made-out with a couple of times
[Nothing heavy]
(Her brother and moi were HS buddies)
wrote a book titled "Tenny's Landing"
if'in moi recalls, what her bro said, correctly.
WTF: Methinks moi 'tis writtin' one, here.
_________________________________
UPDATE: July 8
In the news right now, and if you’re reading this in 2021/2121 moi KNOWS it’ll be the same, a young lady murdered her child and her, ex-cop, dad helped her hide the body.
On ABC NEWS...
HA HA! News!
It’s really, as the Masters say:
‘Having the Network Wranglers keepin’ the
herd from Stampedin’.
...the question was asked:
“How is it the police could make over 50 visits
(To the kidnappers house)
and not find the missing girl?”
That is MOST simply answered.....
the Good Christian Cops
were sent to investigate the
Good Christian Kidnappers.

TA DA !
A
[NOTHER]
Evil
Christian
Conspiracy
-
E Pluribus
.

BTW: Tor hast counterattacked MANY times, but when you deal with such a vast gang they can, have and do, replace the ‘worn’ parts with ease; worn parts bottom, middle and/or top of the
“Mad Monkey Machine.”
Moi’s delivering of, as best as I could,
justice has ranged from amazingly covert, worthy of an excellently written
James Bond script, to just a Popeyesque
“I’z had enough an’ enough is too much.”
As Will Sonnet used to say,
"No brag, just fact."
I wish such things had never been made so, by Them.
BTW: Details of these thingys are awaiting a
,would/could NEVER happen,
publishin’ deal.
________________

UPDATE: July 9

Well, to cut a long, not paid by the word, story short.
About two months after my massive heart attack and quintuple heart bypass surgeries we hear the fire alarm, in the laundry room, go off.
This is about the hundredth time,
and with no previous fires,
we don’t pay attention to it.
THIS TIME THOUGH,
our back door begins to be [Attempted] broken into.
I am still far from recovered.
I yell at the invading terrorists,
“Who are you?!?! Get away from the door!”
No answer, just repeated kicking.
We call 911.
(911 operator in Wheeling = mostly loony religious fanatics
&
I bet in your town, too.
Does that make you happy?
Think, if you can, when was the last time an Atheist phucked you over and when was the last time a good religious fanatic did?)
Heeheehaha-ha!
The 911 operator tells us that the WFD is already there/here.
Now, those are professional
(in this case) home-invaders, however...we have the back door/room vastly barricaded.
The creeps couldn’t get in.
There was a wee smoke bomb placed in the laundry room but NO smoke coming from our place and it’s moi’s conjecture that the, incapable of responding to someone in there residence repeatedly screaming for ID...
(Believe it or not, moi has a big, loud voice
when I need it to be that way),
...WFD employees/check-collectors were attempting to
give moi another heart attack.

Is this what the WFD were thinkin'?
Hi (Shhhhhhh, don't say 'hi' or anything else), there’s no smoke coming from your place and we just wanted to, without saying a word
(before, during OR after),
smash in your door in the middle of the night
and give you a heart attack, praise Hay Zeus.


Mrs. H. took my BP right afterwards and it was 184/155 and that ain’t good.
Now, Mrs. H. and moi have had need to call the WFD and when you get a
REAL firefighter
you get a REAL hero,
when you get a criminal in uniform
you get
a criminal in uniform.

Next – perhaps – tales of the WPD’s criminal actions.
Oh, BTW we write down all times/events on our large calendar(s), we have years and years worth, sooooooo we can chronological
verify the immoral-criminal activity.

Have a nice day, don’t drown in all the liberty, justice & strength through joy.
_________________
UPDATE: July 10
I’m soooo [un]inspired to
[keep]quit updating this post.
Everyone knows DNA is remarkably twisted soooo,
change
“the soul”
to
"restraint"
and play me off, PP&M.....


Oh yes, a wee question for ye,
Q. Who had more Christians murdered in the Roman Coliseum,
ALL the Pagan Roman Emperors combined
OR
the first Christian Roman Emperor?

HINT: It ain’t the pagan dudes, you sadly sick apes.

Play moi off, again, MP.
BTW...it's the DNA


UPDATE: July 11 This Snake Club car is back




Stay on groovin' safari,
Tor

Moon & June &...

Here's me latest LP/CD cover parody of
Donna Fargo's
"The Happiest Girl In The Whole U.S.A.,"

moi's latest YouTube video


NOTE: These videos were shot with a camera that cost
over four-thousand
(That's 4,000)
pennies.

&
my next to latest vid.


Stay on groovin' safari,
Tor

The X FacTOR

It ain’t everyday
that one gets to audition for a major television show here in the Ohio Valley but ole Tor recently did.

Soooo here’s how it all came about.
Tor views ads for The X Factor auditions on WTRF.
Tor Es his audition submission and gets a confirmation date.
This truly surprised my ole arse/brain, greatly.
With all the
"Special" attention that
MammyMaterWifeyWu and moi have become
accustomed to expect I never dreamt of
gettin' into the auditions.

NOTE:
WifeyWuMammyMater
shall henceforth be onlinely know as
Mrs. H.

Soooooo,
it was a warm eve with a few rain droplets gently making their way to the sidewalk.
I walked on up to the
Capital Theater Ballroom's
entrance, jaunted upstairs,
waited a bit, in line, and signed in as #64.
Then I went to the back of the room and found a chair in a corner.
I watched the first 32 auditioning folk and then took a bathroom break.
Some of moi’s
"Friends" are there and they,
moi supposes, were makin’ bets, on whether
I’d whiter or go through with the audition,
sooooo
leavin’ then returnin’ may have given Them a wee bit of chagrin or even a chuckle.

Wow!
God and Jesus
REALLY got a workout from most of the singers before moi.
Many of me fellow chanters were pretty fair to great and could earn a livin’ as lounge or backup singers.
Two or three, of the contestants before Tor, could be world class songsters.

Anywho, as everyone was called-up they went to the stage
via the audience.
So I decide to leave when #62 was beckoned onstage and enter the stage from the side rather than walkup, back to the crowd.
This would also give me wee “Friends” the thought that moi
'twere chickening-out, as I waited just outside the main entrance to the ballroom.

Now some info, the auditions were sponsored by
WVNCC
[De facto:
West Virginia Northern Christian Club]
&
OVMC
[De facto:
Ohio Valley Meanie Christians]

Some HisTORy: I have an A.S., A.A., a culinary arts and business certificates from WVNCC with an overall 3.25 GPA.
Mrs. H. earned likewise with a,
cum laude, 3.67 GPA.
Me GPA would’ve been higher but, since I knew it was only workin' for $10,000 a sq. ft. wallpaper, I did a few experiments to answer some questions, e.g.,
Q. Could I pass the first Developmental Psychology
(An accelerated self-study course)
exam with zero studying?
A. Yes (Barely, but yes)
I also opted for a B in Philosophy since we had a
___fill in the blank___ professor.
How ___fill in the blank___ was she?
“There were no riots after Martin Luther King was assassinated,” that's how.
The kiddies may of bought that but this old ape KNOWS better and stated such.
I done did a lot a statin' in that, and some other, classes.

Anywho, one day, I decided to try the alumni resources.
I went to see the advisor in charge of findin’ employment for students and alumni. His advice to moi was that
“You [I] will see Jesus standing over your shoulder one day.”
However he did have a job contact that sent me to an office in The Mull Center, an unoccupied office for a
no where to be seen company.

I’m sure there are many, MANY of you with similar tales.

I suppose the recent tuition increase request, by
WVNCC, must be to cover the cost of sponsoring community events that help
MAKE THE WORLD SAFE...
...FOR SINGERS.

Now, OVMC aheeeeem had moi standing in a un-busy ER
(moi and some teenager with a hurt foot were all that were there) for 1.5 hours whilst havin’ a major heart attack. No one attended to me in that time except a few people with snotty attitudes and great advice, e.g.,
“Don’t breath so fast you may hyperventilate and pass-out,” wonderful information for someone who’s dying.

Then a bit after 90 minutes I managed to utter
“I hope everyone here gets their Tomás de Torquemada Awards.” A couple of minutes later a doctor enters and says
“No one here is trying to torture you.”
The first thing that came to mind was to retort
“You’re right, you’re not trying – you’re succeeding!”
However
NO WORDS would come outta me yap;
I was in
TOO much pain but
I was somewhat surprised that
ANYONE there knew who
Torquemada ‘twere.
Then I, making it to the sink with great effort and pain, vomited.
A snotty nurse came in to give me a
“Bucket” and chastised me for not,
I don’t know,
holding it?

At that point I got lots of attempts to take blood.
The fact that there wasn’t any blood going through my body didn’t seem to bother, interest nor deter the happy poker.
Then, finally, someone hooked-up an EKG.
A bit later the place was like a
REAL, the kind you see on the tube,
ER.
No smart mouths, just people running, getting me ready to be shipped to
Wheeling Hospital where major heart surgeries take place.

Such ER treatment is not unheard of.
The first blog I read, about heart attacks, was by a woman, at a big city hospital, that was given Benadryl for her heart attack after waiting two hours.

NOTE: OVMC and Wheeling Hospital put on a show of
being enemies, lawsuits and such, but I believe it’s all community theater and when that curtain drops the two high-five each other over their fine performances.

I had wonderfully, amazingly competent care at
Wheeling Hospital.
The two days in IC before the operation and two days afterwards I was under constant surveillance.
Every time I woke there was one or more nurses and/or doctors watching me.
The care was truly world class.
Then...
I went to the regular ward and religious loonies started invading.
Only three times as I remember.
Not a TOO awfully huge bunch of crap for someone who registered as
No Religious Preference.
Oh, at OVMC I was asked twice about my Religious Preference which I answered
“None, I’m an Atheist”
but moi ‘twere too beaten-down scared
(Over five hours of massive heart attack can do that to a guy)
to add the latter while at WH, a Jesuit Hospital.
(I answered “None” but left the "I’m an Atheist" out)
That was after my heart cauterization, in IC.

Oh well, let’s see, the first incident happened when an old dude, must-a been about ninety , came in to my room, yammered awhile and began to leave uttering
“May god bless you”
to which moi retorted
"Thank you for your kind thought."
At that point the old dude turned his head and
IF LOOKS COULD KILL
I’d of been stone cold dead right then.
The next one was an old lady.
She yammered and then added
“It's all in Jesus’ hands, isn’t it?”
I said nothing.
She repeated
"It’s all in Jesus’ hands, ISN'T IT?"
Moi was induced to answer
“Absolutely, positively, 100% NO!”
She stared at the wall for a second and said
"Absolutely," then left.
The next day a person, in religious costume, came in and began a ceremony for the dude in the next bed.....
I turn the TV speaker
(individual audio unit only in my bed)
up so I don’t have to hear.
They get louder, the television is increased in volume.
The incantations rise in decibels and so does
The Beverly Hillbillies' audio.
I put it on max and next to my ear, finally they leave but...was that for the other dude or moi?
Choose whichever ye wishith.

BTW, when I first came out of surgery there was some talk, I've been told, of keeping me for a month @ WH
BUT
after not recanting
and
praising the prevailing mythology –
out the freakin’ door moi went and I ‘twere
D E L I G H T E D,
in a
just dragged/crawled outta the grave sort-a-way,
to head home.

Oh yeah, a week after returning home I went to have a checkup per instructions.
The choices of GP are limited.
We went to visit a doctor that will see you, payment up-front.
Now, I know this dude doesn’t like moi
(Not a small club boo phuckin’ hoo)
BUT
I’ve been recently sawed in two, several times, and ain't in a arguin’ mood.
This dude GETS ME on his table, keeps me sittin’ for awhile, finally comes over, hooks-up the BP, I begin to feel quite woozy, I tell him I'm 'seeing purple and yellow spots that are getting bigger', he keeps moi sittin' up,
then my BP crashes, I pass-out, I wake,
WFD ambulance is called per doctors' orders to one of his staff.
(Ain't it amazing how many doctors need an all female harem,
I mean staff ?)
So, now moi ‘tis back at Wheeling Hospital, in the ER.
The ER doctor keeps tellin’ moi that it’s
“...all in the hands of the man on the sixth floor.”
At least methinks it ‘twere 6th or 7th or 8th but
THAT doesn't matter.
After about five ‘plugs’ for the
Sixth Floor Dude he explains that there is no 6th floor, he means Odin/God and says soooooooooo.

And now, back to the audition.....
So, I wait till
#63 is done, enter, walk to the stage, give a brisk leap (About a ft.) up and walk over to the mic. Since some folks did a bit of yammering before they sang I thought I’d start with a joke, that was going to be
“Is this the auditions for Last Geezer Standing?”
I thought that would get me a nice chuckle since I was BY FAR the oldest contestant, but...nothing.
Then I hear someone yell something at moi.
The voice rings-out again.
I bend forward and ask
WHAT!?!?
One of the judges says,
“The microphone is off.”
"Oh," is my ever so clever response.
I have no idea if the previous user or I, inadvertently, switched it off.
So, I turn the mic on and say
“Well in that case, I guess I'll sing one of my Internet hits...
Incy...Wincy...DNA.”
I raise my right hand high, open me mouth and out comes
a “BURRRRP!”
That gets a laugh...then I start singing.....


During me number I did hear some ‘okay’ and a few ‘strange’ sounds from the crowd.
I finish with a big “Thank you, Wheeling!”
I walk over and replace the mic.
I was expecting a smattering of applause,
but there 'twere zero!
It was like at the end of the overture from
"The Producers'" song
(original movie)
Springtime For Hitler
minus the one dude in the film.
Silence.
Not even crickets.
So I take a couple of steps to exit
THEN a dang fine outburst of applause and cheers.

Moi 'twere halted in me tracks.
So I stop, give the audience somewhat of a suspicious glance, turn, face the crowd, smile and do a fine Edwardian bow,
and (most happily) leave.
Methinks I had the loudest
(sounded that way onstage)
reaction of the eve.
People do love a freak show.

That audio doesn't covey Tor's considerably vast,
emotionally and ass-dimensionlly,
stage presence.

I was amazed that I was allowed to audition but after that response I thought I might, may, perhaps, possibly could make the Top Ten for the next level. I didn't but I was proud to do my part to make the
WORLD SAFE FOR SINGERS.

Too bad there were local judges and not an
applause meter
for moi 'tis sure I'd of made the Top Two -
at that point.

If I had moved on moi 'twere going to do
(Not being constrained by the audition's 01:30 time limit)
Queen's
"Bohemian Rhapsody"
a la Tor.

If you're not familiar with the song, here's a version minus, WAAAAY MINUS, the amazingly grand pathos and undeniably bombastic logos moi was plannin' to project.


To have recorded my vocal of BH would’ve been an extremely pale representation of the energetic choreography and grandiose theatrics moi had planned; it is such an intensive performance moi may have died, literarily, on stage. Wouldn’t that have been a gas, just think, a thespianistic death scene and a biological one combined!
I was going to ask for a headset rather than a hand mic, too.
Oh yeah, I 'twere also going to change the lyrics
“His monstrosity” to
'the theocracy' or 'the oligarchy'
perhaps "Devil" to ‘savior’[?]
&
the last “Me” to 'we'.

Anywho, the entire experience was a gas and I'd recommend it for most folks.

Here’s my latest iconoclastically humorous video.

BTW: The person of the "...rich Jew around" event in “POPE GUY The Pontiff Man” ‘tis not moi but I was there and if someone, GUESS WHO, hadn’t shot his big mouth off, well.
Oh fudge, here’s a condensed version of the tale – the person, on death’s door-stoop
(It was not sure that she was
well enough to withstand an operation –
AT THAT TIME)
, was at Wheeling Hospital.
I went to check her in.
As I was leaving the window the nurse asked what my name is.
I told her, took a couple of steps, turned and loudly added
“And Hershman isn’t Jewish!”
Immediately after that a visiting MD from Pittsburgh,
info he gave,
(With a name that MAY belong to a Jewish person),
came running-out of the ER to assure me that ‘He has never known of Wheeling Hospital turning down ANYONE that needed medical assistance’.
I was givin' him the ‘oh yeah, sure’ look all the time for this same person, I wasn’t there that time, went to WH’s ER about three months previously. She was given some pain pills and sent home where she continued to suffer, horribly so. A good deal earlier the young lady had been taken to OVMC where, after running
five separate pregnancy tests
(one test to tell the, non-existent, fetus’ age
and They ran that test TWICE)
[OVMC is heavily into the 3Bs -
Baby Bartering Business
nudge nudge wink wink to WH]
where she received a prescription for acid-reflux medicine...and sent home...
TO SUFFER HORRIBLY
FOR MONTHS AND MONTHS
in lieu of a most commonly preformed surgery.

Oh, she got the operation (PGTPM time) and is now as fine as frogs' hair.

Well, ain’t this the longest and most detailed of moi’s blog postings?
RheTORical question

BTW: If anyone thinks getting’
Special Treatment
is new to old Tor, THINK AGAIN!
One of the most blatant examples was during moi’s junior year at
Mapletown Jr. Sr. High School where moi had NOT a 3.25 GPA.
Move the decimal one space to the left would be about right.
Gad!
I despised, that, school.
Anywho, I decided to do the thoroughly unexpected, I made-up me noggin to have
perfect attendance for me junior year, which I did.
Then in the sping, on
Awards Day, I sat on the gym's bleachers with rest of the student body the
vice-principal entered, walked up on stage,
now this is the very first thing outta his yap,
looks (without searching) directly at moi and spakes thus
"We’ve decided not to give awards
for prefect attendance this year."
TA DA !
The award was a, not that rare back then, silver dollar.
That’s all.
Which proves the point, if’in THEY ain’t a-gonna allow you to have your justly earned compensation, for being proper when it's
ONLY A BUCK,
then THEY sure as farts are not going to GIVE YOU
[? ? ?]
YOUR 3.5 billion you’re owed.
Well owed,
@ ten cents on the $,
according to the last twelve words of the 5th Amendment
from the
Bill of Fictional Rights.

NOTE: Read on, former post, to find out how that SDI $3.5B is.

Well, I hope you enjoy this as much as moi dug keying it.

Stay on groovin’ safari,
Tor

P.S. Oh, someone once asked, after me massive heart attack and several operations, if I were on disability.
No, even though I DO KNOW OF several folk that suffered less coronary trauma and ARE on permanent disability.
Heck, I didn’t even get temporary disability;
I bet-cha after what I was going/went through moi would’ve even, or even oddly, received @ least
Temporary Disability in a
Stalin era gulag, but nay here.
And just think, the Ohio Valley is somewhat less horrible than the west coast dumps and malfeasance, misfeasance and nonfeasance run rampant
here, there and mostly everywhere the
DNA jungle grows.
There may be, maybe, exceptions...
somewhere...
but I doubt it.

P.S.S.
Here’s moi latest visual parody inspired by Ed Wood.

Oh, and for you youngins
(You know, the folks born a quarter of century after moi – the over 30s)
here's a groovin’ video of the original song.

I wonder if the "She" is really 'Life/Birth'?
It is a P. F. Sloan song.
Click here to be baptized into
The Chruch of ED WOOD
Here is an Ed Wood baptism
NOT
@
The Chruch of ED WOOD

Click here to visit
Landover Baptist Church
P.S.S.S.
And for mofos that try to take their minds off the inevitable by being creepolas,
HEEEEEEEEER’S JOHNNY


I could recount tales for hours & hours & hours &.....

OH YES!
For those of you who haven’t heard of
The Marcellus Shale find,
there has been discovered
ENOUGH
natural gas, just below Tor’s lil’ feet and few million other footies, to run every nuclear, coal, oil power plant, convert every car and truck to natural gas and run them all, nonstop, for the next hundred years.
Of course, this gives the
Masters a huge problem, which is
(as always)
how to make sure all the profits from
natural resources are kept outta the pockets of most of the
citizens.
Don’t worry though, they’ve been doin’ a jim-dandy job of that sooooooooooooooooo far.

Yikes!
There I go.....gettin' all uppity, again.

Mae West & Criswell sittin' in a tree.....

UPDATE: Contest Winner

Firstly I’d like to thank the billions and billions of people that did not enter me wee DVD giveaway contest.
Gad, that would’ve been impossibly difficult to have handled.

Anywho, Mr. M. of Illinois hast won.
BTW – Sorry about the delay, monkey moi forgot.

Moi's latest YouTube vid
starring Mae West
&
The Amazing Criswell

& me latest wee parody CD jacket