"I'll have what she's having"

Today's opening remarks illustrate that if you don't keep up with so called conspiracy theories, you're setting to trip yourself up, especially if you're in the mainstream media. This time it starts with Marco Rubio's blockhead denial of manmade climate change followed a couple days later with Rubio reversing his opinion, citing mitigation as a new technology to counter global warming. Mitigation and solar radiation management are of course, the politically correct terms for chemtrails. Check these scientific paper titles I got from Wikipedia under Solar Radiation Management (my highlights):

Committee on Science, Engineering, and Public Policy (1992). "Policy Implications of Greenhouse Warming: Mitigation, Adaptation, and the Science Base" National Academy Press

Keith Bower, et al. (2006). "Assessment of a Proposed Technique for Global Warming Mitigation via Albedo-Enhancement of Marine Stratocumulus Clouds"

Albedo-enhancement of marine stratocumulus clouds? Yes, that's messing with the atmosphere... with risky, unknown consequences. The term 'mitigation' is geoengineers' tag to present chemtrails to the public in such an ambiguous way that very few people parroting this term actually understand what it means. Do your research, politicians and media personalities!  It's understandable that Marco Rubio would say mitigation and not understand shit, but even Ed mitigated bubbles in the following segments:




I don't mean to sound cynical, but how could you not look for hidden agendas in light of what we've seen? The recently released National Climate Assessment report confirming doom and gloom from manmade climate change is an introductory measure towards public acceptance of chemtrails. They're serving aluminum, barium and strontium and expect you to lap it up.

Then there's your sideways swipe... Here's a completely confused hint at God knows what if I ever heard one.




Right back at you with the following take on Benghazi...

I noticed Benghazi pops up like a rash each time Hillary is exasperated by the enormous pressure of running at her age. She's been gassy...  The last time we got gassed by an outbreak of Benghazi started with April 22nd's Interim Report on the Citizens' Commission on Benghazi, released soon after April 11th, the day she got a shoe thrown at her, making her look - and feel - too old for any of this.

As suggested all along, the actual motive fueling the Arab Spring, Isis and other terrorist news shows is the destabilization of the Middle East, to facilitate Western encroachment and slow China's spread over the entire African continent. Republicans know there's something going on over there but they can't communicate the enormity of it, so they putz around Benghazi and the video without making a clear case. They can't - because the illuminati discourages this information going public. So why bother? I guess politics are limping along...

Same thing for Sudan, about which VICE did a great piece. Couldn't the West take out al-Bashir with one drone? It was refreshing to hear your guest Glen Greenwald call out the West's willingness to back some terrorists and not others, although it would have been nice to hear him talk more about geopolitical underpinnings.

Then there's hashtag bring our girls back. According to 21stCenturyWire dot com, Boko Haram is just another terrorism franchise of the CIA. Here's an excerpt from their piece entitled 'Boko Haram: US Africom's Latest False Flag Franchise':

"One only needs to read the strategic briefings in U.S. AFRICOM documents to realize the true endgame for Africa: the eviction of China economic and political influence throughout the continent, and when it comes to achieving that goal - anything goes..."

The name Boko Haram has multiple levels of meaning. The official explanation is 'Western education is a sin', taken from haram, an Arabic word meaning forbidden, and boko, a derivative of book.  According to Mohammed Kabir of the BBC's Hausa service, boko actually means inauthentic or fake. Fake is forbidden...Ha! Fake is the law of the land in the West! The African scream for rationality flashes for an instant. I have no doubt savages are torturing women in Africa and schoolgirls are kidnapped, but it also makes sense these men are inflamed by the West to serve geopolitical interests, wringing out latent violence which could just as easily be diminished from their personalities if given half a chance to evolve. Then there's the phonetic name meaning: Beaucoups harem.... lots of hos. The French word 'beaucoups' pronounced boko means many. Whether this word game is intentional is a mystery to me as well, I'm only archiving here.

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Ok Bill, now where were we? We're done testing I hope. In the May post I left off with a picture in the sulphur springs of Dominica. Since I feel you today more than ever, we'll start like we left off.

Perhaps I should just stop here and call it a day for this post. All my instincts tell me to do just that!

First a little health report, as of June 4th, I'm feeling great! A new health routine and regular dance outings are turning the clock tic tic tic... right back. The picture above is 'before'.

While mixing a honey oat mask I was reminiscing about old letters from early 2010; the first thing that came to me was, "have I been nice to Bill?" The unequivocal, immediate response from our angel: "My pussy hates asshole Bill". Nevertheless, the next story I have to plant on you is directly attributable to getting my health back, body humming nicely, myalgic encephalomyelitis a fast fading nuisance. And Sensi is playing a good part. That's the bright side.

I just passed up forwarding a chain letter about having '5 Fridays in August' and therefore I'm taking a vow of poverty by not sending it. Which is ok, less money equals fewer responsibilities... if your desires are fulfilled. I would gladly renounce material trappings to be able to confide safely everything I want to tell you. Perhaps retain a few scraps of clothes... Anyway, up to the age of 12 all I heard was how I'd make a terrific lawyer... Catie sera une avocate. That's all I heard. So here we are, and this is my big case. Am I coming on too professionally aggressive for a woman so far, so eager to establish the existence of magic, yet missing the whole point about the feelings that exalt it?

All I can divulge in the prologue is there's no couching this one, and if you do love science, you'll listen with an open mind. I figured out this is a setup anyway, a nice one at that. Don Sterling would agree, so we just gotta plunge head first. Unlike Don, the false media manipulator who would rather go to jail on property tax fraud than collect $2 billion, I fully intend to plead insanity.

Last time we met, Flight 370 was like a bad drug you can't shake, and I hoped tying it into our narrative would make it would go away. We now know it will never go away...  Quite to the contrary, after I posted on May 1st, they announced the search would take years.... YEARS, with the next phase starting in August, at the earliest. For once we're all on the same page; even Obama quipped at the Correspondents' Dinner how jet lagged he was following his trip to Malaysia: "the lengths we have to go to get CNN coverage these days." You also devoted a New Rules to this (Long live the Marleys!)




Saving it for last, you looked straight into the camera and implied dating Chris Brown is more dangerous than hunting with Dick Cheney. Really! Then electronically dating Cat Brown isn't a serial wet dream? Likely to be syndicated season after season - since I'm madly in love with your namesake angel for eternity!

In the wake of Chris Christie's Bridgegate lobotomy, crystallized into prose in "Tire tracks all across Guv's back", lately I sensed you'd like to repeat this trick. In this clip about congressman-restaurateur Michael Grimm, a guy I couldn't resist calling by name in the last post, you're ready to Google a voodoo doll.




Ok, I'm applying for the job. I already live in this awful limbo where I'm opening my most intimate thoughts right here, privacy long ago surrendered, to figure out how we can streamline them kooky word games to our benefit.

So I was waiting for something very funny to happen... The menu is copious; maybe a resplendent prank on fake marijuana ally Andrew Cuomo... or take your pick! David Brat, the conservative enfant terrible who poofed Eric Cantor already has a good opening line: he said winning against Cantor is a miracle from God.

Here's something we have in common and enjoy doing; comic angel scripting... you could call it the fairness doctrine that's more than fair. Are you also beginning to think we can shape this energy? The day after I hear the voodoo doll casting call, I'm listening to CCTV Chinese TV. There's Aussie Edwin Maher, boy wonder from down under, and it occurs to me... here could be a new hobby: Aide Win Maher.

But week after week in May, nothing happened in the news. Actually, it happened to me right here, live and direct! So, before we can scrap on the world scene, we have to get personal and climb some hurdles.

Don't freak out, it's nothing really, except thoughts! Innocent, uncontrollable, unrealized thoughts. I went dancing in a Jamaican nightclub and had a great time. Such a good time... All my life I wandered around hopelessly and in vain for some music to dance to. I hate house music. I'll decorate your house but I don't want to hear it. The only violent ruminations I've ever felt were towards a DJ... Finally, New Year's Eve, I found these Jamaican guys... They even play hip hop! So one night I'm bubbling in the club, bouncing and swaying in ecstasy to all the right dips in the beat, gorgeous black chicks with adorable bumpas rubbing up coyly once in a while, when the DJ sings thru the speakers I could 'fuck High Up Family!'

That was funny. As the guys were forming a cozy circle around the dancers, I escaped in one piece, as I do each and every time, but when I got home, well fizzed and all hotted up, two rounds with cutie hubby weren't enough to cool me down. That's when I felt her, just like I feel our angel. She was giving it to me from a distance... WTF? Satisfying me JUST LIKE THAT. I opened up. At one point I heard she voice innaside a mi... Voice: "Are you raping me?"

     

                                                                                    Mi a seh "Yes!"

This went on and on, infuckingcredible til I fell asleep. Couple hours later the voice accompanying that great feeling woke me up...  "More ahgonee. Pum pum tun up!" (indirect translation, you can imagine...)

On this early morning, a shawoman was testing me without the intense love emotions I am used to with our angel. It was simply a mindfuck, if that can be termed as simple. It's not emotional, it's spiritual. Please retain the part about not being emotional. As far as spirituality, I'll try to explain... opening my entire being is the joy. We had a great time, our angel was all over it, and did you enjoy that story?

Just then hurricane Amanda came out in the East Pacific. Dragged out into the light again... A man, duh! Yeah, it might be reasonable to assume it takes a masculine energy to get high end low-tech like that. The shawoman story didn't hold up in court. My best defense here is that I have no idea what happened. It's that damn psychic talent!

Earlier in May I sensed a preliminary rebuttal when Solange viciously attacked Jay Z for a still unknown reason, except the obvious one that her rival sibling is the most exquisitely sexy and talented musician. The night before, I had been getting fluffed up to prime fuckability by Gucci Mane's music. It's just the music I love! Of course, it's still and always "Seul Ange" ... On May 28th, I also heard something in Maya Angelou's passing.. Ma ya angel, ou - Ma ok with Angel, or? (ou in french means or).

How could I describe the love I feel since over 20 years to the one I give myself to, heart, body and soul? Happy 20th anniversary, by the way! I've been telling angel how much I love him now and forever, sort of like others are devoted to baby Jesus, but I know he feels it more than words. He should be completely secure in this knowledge. He came back on June 3rd with tropical storm Boris - Be or is? Is! Is! Is and always will be as one. What I learned from all the tests, and everything I've written about so far is is that the only thing standing in our way from accomplishing great things is jealousy, and that's so unnecessary! I hope writing candidly about this is the right thing to do, and by confronting it (not easy for me to get this personal, by the way) I can communicate this feeling of security and immutability that is our love. We gotta focus, there's so much work to do before the elections! (the gap between haves and have-nots needs bridging, mother earth needs a good shampoo, you feel what'm saying?)

In last week's New Rule you made it clear that bad boys can't be changed, but I don't see any bad boys here!? Even Satan is getting good press these days. The new philosophy that ingratiates him with the aliens is that He's one with God. He was just trying to impart knowledge to mankind... they're saying he's been misunderstood all this time. I agree, a long time tenet of zen is that we're all one; east and west spirituality meet.

So anything is possible! I heard an eagerness to achieve great things together in your last line from May 23rd:




There you have it. That's the 'grand mess ah!' I was tweeting you about at the end of May.

I have to admit I'm apprehensive concerning what will happen when you read this, trying to reassure myself that a calamity with or without a catchy name would happen anyway.


                        
 I can't help feeling there's a hint in this last line, from May 16th.



I'll isolate the face for you this time, though:

All I can do is assure you I'm past the age of being outa control (since I was 20 actually, and moved from sexually liberated Montreal to marry in NYC). After 22 years of convalescing, I want to dance again, come home, pop that spring physically and then... surrender myself to an orb of perfect orgasmic energy (thanks for your inspiring line from Politcking with Larry King).

I better send this letter soon, I can't keep up with the material! It's almost ready... I'm aiming to be a week ahead of my two month posting interval. If no poetic calamity happens after I post, then I'll say "heckofajob Brownie!" Why do I get the feeling you're thinking the other way around?





A mega advantage about all this is that I'm no longer looking to expand my readership by leaps and bounds. You want your privacy? Voila!

Angel asks... "Pussy? Going dancing this weekend?" "Yes! We're going to sex up the place at Air Lekkerbek with DJ General Speed, I'm tremendously pleased."

All these Jamaicans have really improved the club scene. Ironically, in 2011 the St. Maarten govt. implemented strict visa requirements to keep out Jamaicans and Guyanese, but the ladies working at airport customs are so welcoming they pay no attention to who needs what docs. In '05 I crossed the border with a cat under each arm and the lovely St. Maarten girl didn't even notice...

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If my parents hadn't taken me away from war torn Algiers in 1962, I could very well be wearing a burka today.  No! lol! Good parenting on their part, that and having my tonsils removed.

As Tom Robbins wrote in 'Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates' on why 'lusty Semitic and pre-Semitic lasses' were covered from head to toe, "Had the men been ego-wounded cry babies and scaredy cats, or were the women that free, that hot?" At least I'm preserving the tiny little burka over my mind that keeps me from sharing the blog with our Jamaican friends.

I did get other feedback about this adventure... of the dead celebrity kind. Besides Maya Angelou, singer Ruby Dee passed away last week. Ruby Dee, Ruby Dee, what could that be? I figured it out. Rub he dit (dit pronounced 'dee' is french for tell). Rub he tell. Soon after, American Top 40 DJ Casey Kasem also passed away. Kiss he, kiss em? I couldn't stop laughing at the time!

How's the case coming along? It's essentially a treatise on the love of music. I guzzle all those good feelings and share them with angel. Nothing more. I married a musician the first time around and barely escaped with my life. All these guys are married too. The only one who isn't married is you! Remember the girl I picked for you way back in Feb of 2009? Here's the letter I wrote:

"For a while now, I've been wondering who could be the right girl for you. Hear out my idea… if you were married, we would both have a stable infrastructure at home, and maybe then could we blog in peace. Even George Carlin says the fidelity commandment could not possibly include merely thinking about someone. In his own words, "I don’t think you should outlaw fantasizing about someone else’s wife, otherwise what’s a guy going to think about when he’s waxing his carrot?" So I started to sift through the hopefuls and first ruled out your typical libidinous, impulsive objects of desire... Actually I concluded you need a nice Jewish girl… and I saw her today! Watching Sarah Silverman in 'Jesus is Magic', I found her incredibly funny, compatibly acerbic, and cute. She even wears your kind of clothes. There’s only one thing that bugs me: as this white ting approaches two homeboys, shouldn’t they be devouring her with their eyes? I know they’re trying to act, but they don’t look gay… wouldn’t they at least betray some kind of lusty sparkle? This had me a little perplexed, but it might be fun to crack that nut and find out."

Me and my bright ideas! Recently I heard she has a history of getting in trouble for saying the word chink. She tried to get out of jury duty by writing she loves chinks. At least we know it wasn't sexual.

Wow, reading this letter again reminds me that I've taken fidelity to the next level, disproving George Carlin's theory that it's ok to fantasize about others in private. Au contraire, I complicitly share every thought and feeling with mon ange and then blab it all on this blog. I rest my case.                                              

                              

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Did you know it's still snowing this June in Montana, Utah and Wyoming? They haven't tagged a name on it, but here's a little controversy about storm names I'd like to address. As we know, a lot of people have complained about the Weather Channel naming storms. Now the website 'decoded Science' has stepped in with their own snow storm names. It was decoded Science which named Zephyr back on April 13th,  Zephyr is of course, my twittter name.

Well, the Weather Channel named Zephyr on Mother's Day, so it was named twice. Sweet touch... Zephyr on Mother's Day!

Then decoded Science pointed out the mix up, and decided to name the storm Beaver!!!

Here we go with the animal names! Can't catch a break... As far as naming it aardvark, I'd rather it be called anaconda.

Driving Miss Pussy

Besides my beloved Henri Le Chat Noir, I subscribe on YouTube to LogicBeforeAuthority, a revealing channel with a treasure trove of videos on fictitious news. Watching these for an hour is a mind meld... necessitating a total re-evaluation of the present political animal. Did this less painful imaginary violence trend start with Obama? Bush and Cheney were doing actual clobbering, it would seem, as that era's violence was too well presented to be anything less than Coppolla, whom the present administration can obviously not afford with their flimsy recreations.

Which guru came up with the brilliant idea of mimicking violence? Yet, statistically isn't crime down? Perhaps the ploy is working. Is this what it takes to connect with people? ...talk about dumbing down. Makes the movie Idiocracry look like a literacy initiative. What are they going to say when they get busted... which could be anytime? I hope Sen. Elizabeth Warren runs, we're just about ready for Chiefess Golden Squaw and the return of the Divine Feminine.

On April 25th's Real Time, Libertarian Charles Murray said if you jack up tax rates on the really rich, the amount raised would be trivial compared to raising taxes on the middle class... and Bill, you agreed! I think both of you missed the point: banking in the debt-based ponzi scheme economy is the real problem that needs re-adjusting, not taxes.  All along the chain of production, 40% of GDP goes straight to financiers in the form of interest. This is the talking point. Elizabeth is honing in on it like a laser. Even now, as a thoroughbred campaigner, she's obstinately sticking to this one topic: government student loans with outrageously high interest rates. Didn't Obama promote the nationalization of student loans to reduce rates and benefit education? Elizabeth is exposing another "what happened to Obama's policy?" disappointing moment.

In the meantime, the discerning viewer can try to differentiate between what's real and what's fake. I disagree with alt media personality Lauren Moret who claims the Haitian earthquake and Katrina were staged. As we know, shit happens. I'm also guessing whistleblower Karen Hudes is a Disneyesque disinfo character, blowing her whistle on Homo Capensis, the not quite human species she says controls the World Bank. With a steely authoritative tone, she intends to subdue this semi-alien life form to the rule of law. Even if she has been credible in the past, she's now using and abusing the strategy of divide and conquer. It's us vs. them in the scariest way; they're not even human. Alienation (pun intended) creates fear. I still believe we all share a common denominator. Lucifer is also God, the father of Christ... perhaps he's been camouflaging as the Holy Spirit... the point is, deep down, we're all one, Homo Capensis included, and where there's a will, there is a way to fix the banking system. Ask Liz Warren and Ellen Brown.

The illuminati is even throwing Laura Magdalene Eisenhower at us with her alien invasion story to see if she'll stick. Sometimes I wonder if I too am a disinfo footnote in a NWO script. That's why I present all those charts and data... while scintillating in mystery, I also revel in evidence. Bill, it seems you've been playing hopscotch around stories that are clearly questionable. There's plenty realism in climate change and inequality; you won't run out of talking points if you want to go out on a limb and cling to the truth. Godspeed, my cherub!

Round of applause for the Vice report about 70 million evangelical Christians financing the harassment of Israel's enemies in the hope it will blow up in time for dinner at Armageddon's. How opportunistic of Christians to mangle the commandments in a mad rush for salvation. How can blowing up the earth open the door to paradise?  It's completely counterintuitive. Nevertheless... you're generalizing when you say it's wrong to believe in a better world after this one, presumably because the faithful don't see a need to make this one work. Alot of us think there is a better world next time around, and we're dedicated to experience it in this life. We don't emphasize the differences between worlds; instead we look for similarities... like a big bouncy evolutionary present that can be opened at any time.






In a way it's comforting to see you so worried... in the middle of fakeadelic, you look genuinely emotionally invested. Either that or you're due your Oscar.

Just now, watch out, chemtrails news are sneaking into the MSM... When Dr. Masters does comparative analyses between desalination and cloud seeding, CNN is right around the corner. And it already looks like the sheeple will go right along with solar mitigation technology 'as seen on tv'... unless organizations can whip up the same opposition as we've accomplished against GMOs and fracking. Intellectual rebels, please tackle this cause, the sky is filled with chemicals! I-gave-away-half-my-fortune Bill Gates is behind chemtrails. According to one of the first guys who brought chemtrails to light, Dane Wiginton, the earth's chemistry is so heavily affected, they should stop chemtrails cold - and let her react - OMG. This is a hard issue because those guys are right, but I am hypersensitive, as she is, and at this stage it would be preferable to remove the poison gradually. Or is Dane trying to scare us, too?

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Yes... but we're not here to pundicate. Finally I feel comfortable going over what happened these past couple months. What's bringing me back to this blog is something really stupid and charming you said... more on that later.

As you collect 100,000 or so Twitter followers every couple months, I've been venturing to alternative websites. On March 5th I published "Is it Bill Maher or the Ancient Aliens?" Right around that time, the Ancient Aliens tv show moved one hour earlier from Fridays 10 ET to 9 pm... out of deference for your time slot, Fridays at 10? It would have to be you, then!

Ancient Aliens

February 25

ALL NEW Ancient Aliens episodes will be moving to Fridays at 9/8c, followed by more paranormal investigation with H2's new series, Hangar 1 at 10/9c. 

In weather news, the March 7th snow storm Ullyses was a word up...  You. Lis (to read en Francais). Sees. That pleases me. I really hope all that suffering up North (OMG I can't even imagine, cause I went 'n forgot winters) is not poetically designed to make up for the fact we don't actually communicate. That would suck! My best advice is to stop naming snow storms; we'll find other ways to molest each other.

I still have to plow ahead... While I was in magnificent Dominica, there was snow storm Vulcan breaking records and creating a travel nightmare for the Midwest and Northeast. What I love and crave most about Dominica is the fertility of volcanic earth. We want to sell our place and build a boutique hotel there. It will be a tribute to flora, sunlight and foliage shadow play, energy efficient of course, with an organic restaurant, spa, and a hip hop day-and-night club. Or we'll just stay right here! Here's some St. Maarten Carnival shots, it's banging from mid-April to the beginning of May.

Back to Dominica... the naturally occurring EMFs are a healing frequency. So are the iron and sulphur rich volcanic hot and cool springs. Check out this picture again, do you see the ghost rabbit with bee's eyes? That's exactly what I mean; myriad forest life in harmony forms a transcendent magical conduit... The catwalk.

If I lived in Dominica, this license plate would probably read HE 370!

For a week when flight 370 first disappeared I walked around not even knowing about it! Heaven. It disappeared the day I left St. Maarten. Of course, I was expecting repercussions when the opportunity presented itself and I didn't come see you in Atlanta. It's just that I'm an old fashioned girl; here it's comfort first. Ohh, you know the story... will you come to Dominica one day?

So, upon my return, on March 16th I sent you the vacation pictures. On March 17th, snow storm Wiley - why read? hinted that you'd had enough. It gets worse... I sent you this picture on March 19th, after your announcement of a political author's passing.

Bill Maher ‏@billmaher  Mar 18

R I P, Joe McGinniss. U spent your last years in a house next to Sarah Palin's, so wherever U are now has got to be an improvement

Zephyr_Forecasm ‏@Zephyr_Forecasm  Mar 19

@billmaher RIP Joe McGinniss. Yo, mac gin is... on the roxs. Drink responsibly, it won't alleviate CNN's malaise ah!

On March 20th, you came out with a reference to disaster porn. A double hitter that also slammed pseudo news...

Bill Maher ‏@billmaher  Mar 20

tv "news", showing that Malaysian woman wailing over and over, U make me sick. What news do we learn from that? Just more #DisasterPorn

Malaysia flight 370. The malaise, ah! There is another malaise, I feel, the one where I should be more sorrowful about the death of celebrities who end up in our cauldron (metaphorically). Almost everyone who's ever been resuscitated after a near-death experience say they did not want to come back. I myself see it as the greatest adventure! I'm all excited about the quantum leap... when the time comes, of course. Ok, I'm happy for those who've jumped, I still even feel my loved ones in a spiritual way. Yes, but what about the misery experienced by those left behind? Actor James Rebhorn died on March 21st. He certainly had a great outlook on life... and death, as his name and self-penned eulogy suggest. He wrote, "They (his children) deal with grief differently, and they should each manage it as they see fit. He hopes, however, that they will grieve his passing only as long as necessary. They have much good work to do, and they should get busy doing it."

To not miss what (or whom) you don't have... should've been an 11th commandment. And find joy in what's there. Plus I don't even know most of these people. Philip Seymour Hoffman... Paul Walker... If they were lucky enough to be well prepared, they just let go of their identity and merged with something cool and amazing.

There's a lyric from Future's 'Move That Dope' (Gawd I love that song!) that goes, "Nothing's as big as my ego".

Okaayy.... as long as you can drop it like my underwear.

When I did get back to St. Maarten and my TV, I was titillated by the story about the two objects. I still laugh about it... March 21st, two days after I sent the titties on the roxs pic, Australians found two interestingly positioned objects. They kept the news busy for a while!

I sent you this:

Zephyr_Forecasm ‏@Zephyr_Forecasm  Mar 20

@billmaher The two objects bobbing in the water had me LMAO... Guess what? I found something in my ocean of pictures! http:// 

Here's the lol.jpg

No, that's the other lol jpg. Here is the airplane pose I tweeted, taken a couple months ago by Estelle at the abandoned hotel La Belle Creole:

Overheard just now, straight out of my mouth: "Pussy is not sending that picture." Me: "Is that an order or is that a joke? I can't help gallivanting naked, I'm French... Have I kept my new year's resolution to be good this year?

On your show of March 21st, there were only a couple generic tie-ins, such as the name of your New Rules: "The Power of Language"... yes, my dear! And your joke about anchors asway, "The Channel Five Morning News Team that freaked out when a small earthquake hit LA this week, has to rename itself "Good Morning Pussy's" Did I spell Pussy correctly?

Then a week later... honestly I still don't feel like addressing this... nevertheless, we wouldn't want to leave out any magic... diablesse oblige... anyway, I perceived that I received a shot in the bow. I tilted but I did not sink. On March 30th Dutchsince's urgent earthquake warning about the New Madrid fault line reminded me to get rid of mad asap. Although, there hasn't been any major seismic activity in this populated area since 1811. That's good material to evoke on the occasional non-disaster day. I looked it up, back then the 8.8 earthquakes on this fault line were the worst recorded in American history, felt as far as Montreal. Even the Mississippi flowed backwards for several hours. I'm not upset.




Did you invite Pussy to get bitchy? Luckily, none of this is really happening, so insult need not be added to injury.

And there was this... rob hurt Brownie Junior. How did my husband Juny Brown, affectionately known as Brownie Junior, a certified mechanic, get into this?

A couple days after the show, you seemed to inquire about getting your butt kicked by tight âne, even specifying the spot.

I tweeted:

Zephyr_Forecasm ‏@Zephyr_Forecasm  Mar 31

@billmaher Enough cat pictures? rob hurt Brownie Junior? Near a PMS blood moon, I'm limited to nibbling at the bait: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZLspf8V3gI&featu

Here's the link, a little barking taken from "Bird on a Wire"

On April 6th, the backlash: a massive 8.2 earthquake in Chili, centered on the coast of Atacama - il attaqua, French for 'I attacked Ma' - and Arica - 'are eek ah!' Would I like to address this incident before we put it to rest? We both have to be ourselves, that's all. If Robert Brownie Junior, also a pun on actor Robert Downey Jr's heroin use, wasn't such phonetic genius...

In the same earthquake, 300 female inmates escaped prison in the town of 'I quick' - proper spelling, Iquique. Cryptic humor rocks!


I'm interrupting the timeline because as I write we just had 3 days of non-stop tornadoes. Simultaneously, cyclone Tapah (tape in French is to hit) is pointing the arrow a little ways away.

I don't know what that means, I'm in denial anyway. I said this on the CONtrail:

"I think the crushing problem is denial. Denial of our identity. If we don't fit into society's norm, as the LGBT community has to face. Denial of contraception even while we can't take care of those who are here. The church in particular is in mega denial. Denial of reality in the media. It's got to vent. One of the deadly tornadoes in the Midwest happened in a town called Vilonia, vile oh nia (nia in French is the verb to deny). And just as the two popes are to be canonized, a giant crucifix dedicated to John Paul II crushed an Italian student, Marco Gusmini, to death.

In order to even enjoy faith, a good sense of identity is necessary. All the more, because to truly get off on Faith Air, a comfortable letting go of ego is just logical. You can't have a good sense of identity if you're in denial, so you're not leaving the runway.

Other tornado pings in the Bible Belt: the towns of Mayflower and Tupelo (Tupelo honey) were demolished, both names evoking nature - which gets hit good 'n hard by man. This happened soon after a 5.4 earthquake on Easter day, in Easter Island. Are we starting to show a little gam?

Yesterday, even Louisville... 2005's Hurricane Luis was the one I went through, flattening the island while depositing me in another man's arms.

The other day in Quapaw (quoi? Pa?), a concrete wall fell on John Brown, killing him instantly in his car. His wife survived. But I read the Sonic Drive-In was once again left unscathed while everything around it was splintered. Built with steel reinforced concrete perhaps? Shouldn't everything be?

I get it, that wall again... denial... The Sewol ferry disaster... See the wall, it's a start.

All this time Cry me ah is at war. And almost the whole month of March, cyclone Gillian... G ill I an... disappears and reappears near Australia. April 3rd snow storm Yona and a volcanic eruption in Quito. Worse even, and this one got a negative reaction from me, Cyclone Peipah. Groveling in excretion? April 5th, cyclone Ita summed it up succinctly. It a BIG A... yes, that pleases me. And the same day, cyclone Ivanoe - Am I even? At least I'm not in denial right now.

Lasting 17 days, Ita was a cat 4 to 5 fury over Queensland Australia.

Can all these be interpreted in a cheery way? Did I forget cyclone Hellen?

Yo? Nahhh!

On the semi-bright side, I disagree with those who say man made climate geoengineering is deliberately targeting tornadoes over towns. I think they're messing with a technology which has gone rogue.

April 13th's snow storm Zephyr was the only one I didn't hear terrible things about, at least not directly. She serenely blanketed Denver and Casper in a snow bonanza, although the same weather system anonymously precipitated the tornadoes!

Right now you might be ready to hear the cute charming thing you said which brought me back here. Not yet.

The historic statement you used to end your show April 4th was "Lube up, it's time to do some porn!"

You were commenting on the topic of the moment, astronomical increases in university tuition forcing many students into prostitution. Elizabeth Warren is trying to address this problem. In the meantime, the kids are majoring in business with a minor in sucking dick.

A week later you brought up a recently discovered manuscript in which Jesus talks about his wife. You called her Marjorie Christ. I found her on Facebook.

By now, you're probably running a bunch of chicks with obtuse tv pillow talk. That's ok! I'm happy for you.

You're such a flirt; eager to point out your guest Annabelle Gurwitch is still fuckable at 52. With a name like grrr witch, she might be in need of some affirmative action.

That's a segway for the dead celebrity names part of the show. With all this fake news swirling around, even the Korean ferry disaster and flight 370 leave us puzzled. For instance, there's the landing at Diego Garcia and the IBM engineer who smuggled an iPhone in his anal cavity, enabling him to transmit a black image attached to a text message. His name is Philip Wood. Feel hip, wood... up his ass? I'm sure no one else is twisted enough to come up with this analogy, and the pun was not intended by illuminati writers. Plus, he might still be in a US army hangar, not dead at all. If I don't publish this blog soon, CNN might have to cover his story with all the juicy details. This is the feeling I've been getting: the Malaysia story won't go away until I get back to you with this blog. Sounds crazy, we'll see what happens after I publish. I told you about this a few days ago:

In the meantime, they're still talking about the fucking plane! Today they told us that 370's cargo had a shipment of mangosteen. They have this British guy, Richard Quest, who can talk about it til kingdom come. They use him alot, now that everyone else feels tested. I can barely watch it myself......... I'm almost finished writing, I only have to edit this thing to death.

Another weird news story is the death of Peaches Geldof. Was she offed by the guy whom she accused of pedophilia? Did her Thelamist cult sacrifice her? With a name like peaches geld off, it was probably both. I find it hard to believe Bob Geldof didn't notice that word association when he named her.

On April 10th, Rubin Hurricane Carter passed away... you know there's something there! Are you be in hurricane, see art her! That's entertainment!

Oh! There's Fred Phelps, the gay hatin' preacher. Remember I mentioned how magic accelerates into overdrive when I'm having my period? Fucking red pee helps? That sounds just like my angel. Luckily, through it all, love reigns with him. The Port Hardy earthquake on April 24th was a morning-after high five! You summed it up nicely in this April 11th New Rule:

A tampon joke, that's why I came back...another silly word game melted my heart.

They say women's cycles are linked magnetically to the phases of the moon. Well, this may be why I did, in fact get my period during the first blood moon, on April 15th. I think we made it through this one without any scathing symbolism. I noticed a pond in Wichita turned blood red, but that was back in February. Witch it ah!

Also, an anonymous person sent this on my phone, although it didn't get in the computer, which I find strange as I always know who sends things and they arrive in both inboxes. Anyway, this beautiful picture by cyber artist RedHawk SpecialOps DarkAngel snuck into my phone during the night of April 12th.