911 Bullshit

Ok let me start off by saying the I do believe Al Queda and Bin Laden were involved with 911, but thats about where it begins and ends.

Yes, 2 planes tore through those buildings.
Yes, thousands died.

But thats where my acceptance of that day ends.
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Years after the attacks between Michael Moore and assorted other documentaries and by applying physics to the scenario we can deduce that those buildings couldn't have fallen as a result of the planes crashing into them.

3 buildings fell that day and all three fell in the exact same manner as "controlled demolition".

How is it that each tower fell, floor by floor, on top of itself?
What are those puffs of smoke blowing out certain windows as the towers fell?
How is it possible that the towers fell at free fall speed?

How do we explain the janitor in the underground garage who was burning before the first plane even hit?

“The explosion….at first we believe it came from the mechanical room and then we heard a series of other explosions that sounded up on the above levels of the building,” said Saltalamacchia.
Saltalamacchia then discusses how a man ran into the office with his skin hanging off. William Rodriguez had previously described the same scenario following basement level explosions and it was also seconded by another eyewitness, Kenneth Johannemann, an employee of ABM janitorial services.

How do we explain countless firefighters recounting explosions heard before the towers fell?

“There was an explosion….the third explosion the whole lobby collapsed on us,” states the firefighter. Asked “was that a secondary explosion,” he responds, “yes it was ….definitely secondary explosion”.
Another firefighter then confirms that there were at least three explosions which caused the lobby to collapse.
The only way to explain what firefighters described as “molten steel, like you’re in a foundary, like lava” being witnessed following the collapse of the towers was if powerful additional incendiary devices were used to take down the buildings.

There are so many questions I could pose, but its overwhelming.  Do your research people and don't take the 911 Commissions take on things.

Somethings are definitely being covered up.  And there were others involved.

Who were they and what did they stand to gain.

Remember that Michael Moore showed us that Bush and the Bin Ladens stood to profit from 911 due to their investments in the Carlyle Group.

Why did we attack IRAQ after 911 instead of going after Bin Laden in Pakistan?

This whole situation stinks like shit.

Reject what you heard and question what you think you know.

And when you figure it out.  Keep quiet or they too might come after you!!!!


I know I sound a bit crazy, but the lies are astounding.  Do your homework.

Now back to the Fact of Life............

My Wedding.....

Ok so at one point in my life, against all sage advice, I decided to take the plunge and get married.


I met Gertie at McDonalds back in 2006 where I was working for a time when gigs and writing assignments dried up.  Actually I was completly fucked out on Meth. 


My mom flew in to help with the reception. She was escorted by her third and fourth ex-husbands....


Before the big day a few friends of mine threw me a pool party and surpised me with a few former super models.  They broke six of my ribs and that was just during the blowjob.


Some of my fellow Meth fiends came to the party and we took this photo.


So after the partying was done, it was off to the reception hall.....



My Uncle Shemp was already there waiting for us.  He was picking up the tab for the reception.



We hired a great band that played Toby Keith songs all night.


And when it was all over, my bride and I were off on our honeymoon.


Our marriage seem to be fine.  I was in line for a promotion to night manager at McDonalds.  She would stay at home and raise any children we'd have.  But then something went wrong.  I found her one night putting a dildo up this guys ass. His name was Mike Meadows, local finocchio.

She said it didn't mean anything and that we needed the money.   She then turned on me and said she was leaving me to be in an incestuous marriage with two twins and their mother.

I was devastated.  But then I remembered I was a famous Muppet and could bang anyone I wanted. I didn't need to settle down with Gertie or her family. I was free to be who I was and what I wanted.  I left our home.....


....and I moved I started dating



I gotta say that life is good.  I've learned alot and now that I am writing and playing again I am content.  My marriage taught me one important thing and that is I like Popeye's chicken much better than KFC, but we live and we learn.  I have no regrets. 

Jerry Garcia Died Today......

So August 9th 1995 started off like any normal summer day.  I was to train at my new job and then off to my friends house to jam and smoke pot and just hang out.

But suddenly the TV screens filled with images of Jerry Garcia.  I immediately knew that he was dead.  His face was never on the tv screens.  And indeed my sense was correct.  Jerry Garcia had died that morning, 4:23 am, at Serenity Knolls.

I was taken aback.  I couldn't breath. I couldn't move and I couldn't think.  I asked my manager if I could leave stating that I would be of no use that day.  She allowed it.

I went home and upon returning the table was littered with phone messages from family, friends and loved ones expressing their condolences to me.  There was also a single lit candle on the table.  I was taken aback that so many people would call me to expresst their condolences for someone I didn't even know, but really I knew him. We all did.  We all understood what this meant and how it would affect us.

I broke down.  I was overwhelmed by the grief of knowing this amazingly talented man was gone, never to play another note. 

Well people in grief have a choice. Sit there and wallow or move into action in an effort to avoid the hurt.  Immediately a group of us got together and started jamming Grateful Dead songs. "Let there be songs to fill the air."  We smoked joints and told stories of Jerry and Grateful Dead concerts.  We laughed, we played some more, and we hid our tears.

A few days later we all gathered in the Forest Preserve, even the local newspaper was there.  We all had instruments and we all hugged.

The sky was cloudy with a few rain drops falling as if the sky also knew the pain of our loss.  We all played a heartfelt vesion of Not Fade Away and as we chanted, "know our love will not fade away...", a small opening appeared in the clouds and then as if with Jerry's acknowledgement there appeared a shiny rainbow.

We all jumped to our feet and cheered and broke into tears.  Jerry was with us.  Jerry heard our song and felt our pain.  He wanted us to know that he knew.

We all hugged and shouted at the rainbow screaming, "Jerry!!!!!"

After awhile we slowly dispersed.  Back to reality and back to be alone.  Listening to Grateful Dead music for the first time had become sad and depressing, but uplifting and with promise in other ways.

My friend and I quickly organized a memorial concert to be held two days later. It was just he and I with our guitars in a little coffee shop.  That night 80 people showed up and most couldn't fit inside the place so the owner set up two speakers outside and people sat in the parking lot and listened.

After the show a young woman came up to me crying and hugged me and just said, "Thanks." Then she walked off.

I looked up at the sky and to Jerry I said, "Thanks."



HE'S GONE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_vYFztExank

You Don't Know What You Got Until You Lose It

They title of the blog says it all.  But a lot of times we do know what we have and we do appreciate and love it.  But when its gone we punish ourselves by saying we didn't love or care enough or spend enough time, etc.  But in truth we are mourning and we'll never love or cherish enough during life to somehow avoid the pain of death or loss.

My cat is sick right now and may die and if she does I'll feel like I didn't spend enough time with her, or hold her enough, or take enough pictures, but in truth I've always given her love and attention.  But whats really going on is that I hurt that I cannot do it for her anymore because she is gone. (she's not gone, but just stay with me.)

We can never love enough or hug enough to make up for the time when we can no longer.  It all comes to an end.  We will kiss, make love, hold, love, care until that moment when it actively ends.  Then we just hope that we kissed, loved, held and cared enough to get us through the rough time.

It won't.  We will always want one more chance.  And if we were given that chance. We would want another.  It doesn't end

We need to accept that someone or something is gone and that we need to move on and remember fondly or accept that we gave what we could. 

The other side of loving is hurt.  The other side of loving is pain.  The other side of living is death.

Everything is a circle and if you aren't willing to hurt then you aren't able to love.

Tom Cruise Gay Scientologist

Recently Tom Cruise returned to Planet Earth after a long absence.  He wanted to see how we as a planet had changed.


He had been on a mission to other planets to teach them about the teachings of L Ron Hubbard, SuperGod and Sci-Fi Writer.

Tom Cruise explains to this frightened family that Top Gun was not a movie about Gay Men.

Tom came back to a world that no longer seemed to admire him as a film star.















He returned to realize that his wife and daughter had left him. And that he was alone with the exception of his "friend" John Travolta.


Tom was distraught.  Why had Scientology left his family in tatters and his Hollywood career in a major slump?  He had done everything the sci-fi writer had told him to do.

There was nothing left to do but go into hiding with "friend" John Travolta.


They went to a place called Brokeback and it was there that they rustled cattle and experimented with anal sex for the first time.  It was a magical time for both of them.  They laughed, they played, they wrestled and they committed consentual rape.

They even invited their friend Cosmo up to join them.


Tom realized that since he had left, Earth had changed and its people had moved on.  They no longer cared about him.  They had dared to move on.  They had dared to judge him.

Tom even went so far as to try and kill Oprah.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FGMAH6pdg-Q


The last sighting of Tom was in the woods evading capture by FBI and CIA agents.

Dr Teeth Reveals His True Self

For years people have been asking me, "Dr. Teeth what do you really look like?"  They don't seem to buy into the who Muppet thing and they have at times thought I was this guy.....


But I am not the man up above, although I can contort like him.

And there was this crazy old woman from Toledo who accused me of being this guy.....

And she even accused me of being her son.  But after sexting back and forth for a year she believed that this was not me.

So I decided to go on TV and reveal who my true self was, but just as I was set to go on air this happened....


So like the rest of America, I mourned and decided that to reveal myself on top of a national tragedy would only be something this family would do....


And so I kept writing and waiting.  There would come a time when the people of this country would no longer need a Dr. Teeth to shock them and make them laugh and comfort them during times of national tragedy like this one.....



So I sit here and write and wait.  But today I think I have waited long enough.  Today is the day I will reveal myself to the world, especially to my fans in Russia. 


Here  is the photo you have all been waiting for.......




















God Damnit am I fucking sexy.................


But its not really me.  I only have one guitar.  You'll just have to wait a bit longer for me to reveal the real Doctor Teeth.

Jerry Garcia's 70th Birthday

On Wednesday August 1st, Jerry Garcia would have been 70 years old.  Amazing that the hippies are all getting so old, and everyone from the 1960's for that matter.  They are all grey and some have passed.  But even though Jerry has been gone for 17 years, his memory and his legacy live on. Myself and many people are thankful for that.

Thanks to Archive.org there are thousands of concerts to enjoy.

http://archive.org/details/GratefulDead

We have youtube to watch concerts and video, etc. of Jerry and the Grateful Dead.

Like this copy of the final So Many Roads at Solider Field. I was in the fifth row that night right in front of Jerry. Amazing memory even though the show was not very good.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6sFyRQPraJ8&feature=related

I look at Jerry and it is impossible for me to see a "normal" human being.  He looks so unique and so specific.  He looks like a dream and he looks like a God, yet he looks so humble and plain.  I remember watching him walk on onto stage a bit hunched over and with a mere smirk on his face or a look of complete focus as he hooked himself up to his guitar and started warming up.  He would throw a smile to the other band members and start noodling the opening notes to the SHOW OPENER.  After that it was pure Jerry in action.

He really is the true definition of Icon. 

But as time moves on my memories of those shows I attended start to fade. I start to question the details that are starting to seem fuzzy. 

I can recall the feeling I got, but I cannot really feel that feeling anymore.  So much time has passed.

It was a magical time to be so young and feel so free and be at a Grateful Dead concert with thousands of others all vibing off the same energy, but that energy is gone. Those people have all grown up and moved on.  Sure some try and recreate or relive the "vibe" with other bands and other incarnations of the Dead, but if you felt the surge of electricty that existed during that bands tenure, you'd know that everything else fails in comparison.

I truly feel sorry for those Deadheads that came along after the Grateful Dead disbanded. They never got the chance to taste the raw energy and love that came from that band and that community.

There was only one Jerry and only one Grateful Dead, the band that he led even if reluctantly.

But I was there and I lived it, regardless of how fresh or crisp the memory is. I was on the bus and I will forever be Grateful to God for putting someone as magical and enchanting as Jerry Garcia on this planet, if even only for 53 years.  And having met a few of Jerry's friends over the years, I have gotten a deeper sense of who he was and what his loss meant to those who actually knew him.  He was larger than life to them too.