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  1. R.I.P. L'Wren Scott
    Monday, March 17, 2014
  2. R.I.P. Ralph Waite
    Friday, February 14, 2014
  3. Yes, you have "guilted" me into writing here!
    Monday, February 10, 2014
  4. Have a festive St. Stephen's Day!
    Thursday, December 26, 2013
  5. Merry Christmas, Everybody!
    Tuesday, December 24, 2013
  6. just in case you're STILL really naive...
    Saturday, November 23, 2013
  7. Ohio Independent Film Festival
    Friday, November 01, 2013
  8. Bless all the Little Animals!!
    Friday, October 04, 2013
  9. For thou art with me...
    Tuesday, September 17, 2013
  10. Farewell to a dear companion
    Sunday, September 15, 2013

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R.I.P. L'Wren Scott

I was truly saddened by this news today, gang. May she rest in peace.


(L'Wren Scott with partner, Mick Jagger)


R.I.P. Ralph Waite

I was a serious Walton's fan, gang. Sorry to see "John Walton" leave us. He was 85.



Yes, you have "guilted" me into writing here!

You know, every time I start thinking that it's time to just take the whole blog down because it seems like I never have time to post here anymore, I first check the visitor stats and then see that thousands of you are still coming here! And then I feel so guilty!!

"Coming here to do what, exactly?" I ask myself! "Recall so fondly what it was like around here on St. Stephen's Day??!!" (7 weeks ago, in case math is not your strong suit.)

Lordy.

I apologize profusely to those of you who are still loyal readers and have nothing here to actually read. For crying out loud, I know what it's like to be under a killer deadline and want to do anything at all whatsoever on the Internet, that you can possibly think of, except meet that killer deadline even a moment before its due!! So, yes, I apologize to you if you needed to kill time here and I let you down... (How many times can we listen to the Irish whats-their-names singing Good King Wenceslas, anyway?)

Divinity school is going great, though, if that is of any consolation! I am only 6 courses away from my ministry degree -- if you can wrap your head around that, gang!

I am also very close to actually selling one of my screenplays to women's television, and also have gotten some incredible feedback in L.A. for the TV pilot I developed this past summer. Plus, the screenplay I wrote with my writing partner in Brooklyn is finally done, we are just hammering out those final revisions before sending it out there, and I have to say, folks, it is really funny and really silly and really cute. (It's a family feature film, aimed at tween girls -- but it is not stupid!! Yay!!)

So, yes, between being in school full time, and writing up a storm, and raking in those accolades, and trying to foster a colony of feral cats while also taking care of two aging and very, very opinionated non-feral cats, etc., etc. Life gets complicated. And oh, it looks like the developers are not taking over my property until spring/summer, so at least I don't have to buy a new house, pack up and move in the next 60 days... (That news is good yet not so good, since I already had a house picked out that I loved and the realtor and I were close to making an offer on it, then... Oh well. I'm sure I will find another dream house this summer.)

Back on the ministry front... For those of you who do not know, I am going to be launching my own ministry once I graduate.  It will be open to all but it will be Christ-centered. It will be non-denominational, in the sense that I am creating my own denomination because a lot of what I believe about Jesus Christ's teachings is considered heretical.  So thank the Lord that heresy is no longer punishable by death, right, gang?? Yay. But I am still going to be a traditionally trained minister in every other respect, and I am already technically ordained, so if you need me to come marry you or bless your pets or perhaps officiate at something sad, like a funeral, here I am.

When I am ready to unveil my ministry, it will be HERE. For now, though, there is nothing there but a blank page. (Oh, and a photo of Jesus on a different page, taken in one of those Salt Lake City Mormon museums or churches or something like that, but it is only there because I loved the photo. It looks like it should be called Christ in Space, or something. Anyway. Once my ministry is fully underway, I vow to stop stealing uncredited photos from the Internet and blithely posting them as if I had full rights to use them!) (That's my vow, anyway -- as God is my witness...)

I guess, on that happy note, I will get started around here on this snowy, frosty Monday morning.  Thanks for visiting, gang! See ya real soon! I swear!!




Have a festive St. Stephen's Day!

Yes, today is the Feast of St. Stephen, that day made famous by that hearty Christmas Carol, Good King Wenceslas!! So dine on meat and wine today, gang, and throw a pine log on the fire -- BUT-- most importantly -- share your bounty with the poor!

Matthew 25:40, "Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me."

Sadly, though, for those of you who don't know, Stephen was the first Christian martyr -- stoned to death by the Hebrews in Jerusalem; a rabid group that included Saul of Tarsus, who famously went on to become St. Paul, the Apostle to the Gentiles.

Curiouser and curiouser.. Yes, go figure!

But here is a rousing rendition of Good King Wenceslas by the Irish Rovers. It is quite wonderfully and celtically peppy!! (I am being advised that "celtically" is not, in fact, a word. Yes life does indeed get curiouser and curiouser.)



Thanks for visiting!

Merry Christmas, Everybody!

So far, we have a white Christmas here! It's 16 degrees, the coffee is piping hot, Susan Slept Here is on TCM, and all is right with the world.

I hope things are as merry where you are, gang! Have a happy Christmas!




just in case you're STILL really naive...

this is copyright Oliver Stone, 11/22/2013

Common Sense

 

Living through the media assault of the last few weeks leading up to this 50th year’s commemoration marking the violent end of JFK’s Presidency, I’m amazed there is any single adult left in the USA who would not think that Lee Harvey Oswald was the one and only assassin.

Although national polls from 1964 on clearly signal the public’s distrust of the official story, the mainstream media has never given up telling us how superstitious or illogical the common people are in this belief. As one of that multitude, the motivating factor for my disbelief has not been my idealistic view of Kennedy or what he might have done had he lived, but the very evidence of the shooting itself, which remains, then and now, highly dubious. Some basic examples--

1. The Single Bullet Theory (SBT) allows for one bullet fired from the sixth floor on a downward trajectory to enter Kennedy’s back and then take an upward path out his throat and into Governor Connally to his front, where it zigs and zags breaking two heavy bones and creating a total of seven wounds in two individuals. Now I’ve been in the infantry and I’ve seen enough combat to tell you that in all the craziness of war, this “Alice in Wonderland” scenario defies not only basic physics, but common sense.  And that’s what the American people have—they’re not stupid. 

2. That the President, moving away from the alleged sharpshooter, up six floors, can be shot in the back of his head and snap suddenly back and to the left—although again common sense and the naked eye tell us that he should be going forward when he receives that shot. 

3. That coincidentally there was a supposedly empty fence to the right front of the President, which when you stand there in Dealey Plaza presents a nearly perfect eye line at the President—and would naturally justify the motion of the President back and to the left if he were shot from the front right.  Now the fact that the fence was supposedly unoccupied during this whole time when the entire plaza was filled with eager observers of the popular President further defies common sense.

4. That more than fifty witnesses testified at the time to the Warren Commission (WC) that the shot that they heard or saw a shot coming from that fence area to the front of the President. 

5. That the Assassination Records Review Board (ARRB, 1994-1998), has proven that over 40 witnesses in two different locations saw a large avulsive (i.e. penetrating outward) wound in the rear of JFK’s skull. This includes highly qualified medical personnel at both Parkland and Bethesda, as well as FBI agents James Sibert and Frank O’Neil who were at the autopsy in 1963 and restated it to the board. This wound again indicates an exit wound from a shot to the front. Conclusion: the President was shot from at least 2 sides, front and back—not one location.

6. There is additionally an accidental film made that day, the Zapruder film that shows a sequence of motions that indicate 5, probably 6 shots fired. It also shows that when the President is shot in the back by the WC’s ‘single bullet,’ that he’s moving forward while Governor Connally is still holding his Stetson hat, which is impossible if he was hit by the same bullet in his right wrist. Connally himself said that he was not hit by the same bullet as Kennedy and added, “I do not for one second believe the conclusions of the Warren Commission (WC).”

Yet the mainstream media in recent weeks, from the highest levels of the New York Times, Time Magazine, New Yorker, NBC, CNN, etc. ad nauseam, tells us more strongly than ever that the ‘consensus’ and ‘history’ bare out the fact that Oswald, with his twisted motives, did it alone with his Mannlicher-Carcano WWII rifle. What kind of history are they talking about? Not the one that is perhaps far darker for them to deal with and unsettles their smug belief in some form of American exceptionalism, by which our politics are unflawed by such corruption. Is this why the media, with very few exceptions, has not allowed any serious presentation of the evidence against their official story from qualified pathologists, scientists, photographic and ballistics experts, and doctors, etc. who disagree with the WC’s handpicked ‘experts’? I’ve rarely seen brought to review the many fine works by these qualified individuals, including most recently—
Robert Groden’s “JFK: Absolute Proof” (2013), James W. Douglass’ “JFK and the Unspeakable” (2008), and James DiEugenio’s “Reclaiming Parkland”(2013). Particularly note in DiEugenio’s book Chapters 4-7, which deconstructs the massive 2000-paged tome by prosecutor Vincent Bugliosi, overly praised by the media probably because very few people have actually read it. To read DiEugenio’s deconstruction is to fully understand the shaping of the lie.

As Friday approaches, please take a moment and remember no professional marksman in any simulated test has ever achieved the Warren Commission scenario with Oswald’s rifle; the trigger pull was too difficult, the scope was misaligned, and the firing pin was defective.

To my knowledge, there have been at least 4 attempts with professionals to simulate the shooting without that rifle. No person ever achieved what the Commission said Oswald did on the first try, i.e., attain 2 of 3 direct hits in the head and shoulder area to President Kennedy in six seconds.  Carlos Hathcock, possibly the best sniper of the Vietnam era with 92 confirmed kills, tried it several times. He could never do it on the first try.  He gave up.

This alleged shooting has only been achieved with superficial computer simulations such as the ballyhooed Peter Jennings’ 2003 TV documentary, which supposedly justifies the SBT. Further, when the FBI turned over results of their Neutron Activation Analysis tests on the paraffin cast of Oswald’s cheek, Commission counsel Norman Redlich wrote they could not conclude from it that Oswald fired a rifle that day.
In the face of this recent onslaught on the truth, let us be very exact about Oswald’s alleged guilt. He was never given a trial, either staged or fair. As such, he should always be identified as the alleged assassin.

History is a struggle of the memory. But when the counter evidence cannot be introduced into that memory, then we are closer to a Soviet-era propaganda mindset, in which the mainstream media, in their consensus to cover this up as if it were a Reichstag Fire, deeply discredit our country and continue to demean our common sense. We must question those who tell us what to think.


Image is from the Zapruder film. It is of JFK's head exploding on November 22nd, 1963. Article is c - Oliver Stone


Ohio Independent Film Festival

I am thrilled to announce that my screenplay, TELL MY BONES: THE HELEN LaFRANCE STORY, won best screenplay in the Voices of Color category of the Ohio Independent Film Festival.

Thank you so very much!! Yippee ki yi yay!!

(Painting by Helen LaFrance)


Bless all the Little Animals!!

Today is the Feast of St. Francis of Assisi, gang. My favorite Saint. The patron saint of animals. Do something celebratory today, even if it's just taking time out to chat with the birds.



St. Francis died during the evening hours of October 3, 1226, while listening to a reading he had requested of Psalm 140. (He had recently returned to Italy from Egypt, trying to help put an end to the Crusades.) (Ah yes, the more things change, the more they stay exactly the same!) Happy Feast of St. Francis, gang!!

Psalm 140
1 Deliver me, O Lord, from evildoers;
   protect me from those who are violent,
2 who plan evil things in their minds
   and stir up wars continually.
3 They make their tongue sharp as a snake’s,
   and under their lips is the venom of vipers.
          Selah

4 Guard me, O Lord, from the hands of the wicked;
   protect me from the violent
   who have planned my downfall.
5 The arrogant have hidden a trap for me,
   and with cords they have spread a net;*
   along the road they have set snares for me.
          Selah

6 I say to the Lord, ‘You are my God;
   give ear, O Lord, to the voice of my supplications.’
7Lord, my Lord, my strong deliverer,
   you have covered my head in the day of battle.
8 Do not grant, O Lord, the desires of the wicked;
   do not further their evil plot.*
          Selah

9 Those who surround me lift up their heads;*
   let the mischief of their lips overwhelm them!
10 Let burning coals fall on them!
   Let them be flung into pits, no more to rise!
11 Do not let the slanderer be established in the land;
   let evil speedily hunt down the violent!

12 I know that the Lord maintains the cause of the needy,
   and executes justice for the poor.
13 Surely the righteous shall give thanks to your name;
   the upright shall live in your presence.


For thou art with me...

Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.

Yes, the very dear Good Shepherd of Psalm 23 -- it has gotten me through these last two days somehow. I am feeling a little better today.

I am noticing the majesty of love. Even while my house is still bustling with ten beautiful cats, I feel so keenly the loss of one. The loss of one small cat has left such an enormous emptiness, even in this crowd. And it tells me something fathomless about love. It can't be measured, can it? And there is always more love to go around. We can care deeply, and feel love hugely, and feel the loss keenly -- I have been bowled over by waves of grief since Sunday -- and still there is plenty of love to go around to others, even as I am grieving.

The Apostle Paul said it best, I think: "And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love." (1 Corinthians, 13:13)

I know that through my strengths as a writer, I could tell you all the details of these past two days with a real flare; share the scope of my grief with you -- but that would only be weighing you down with sorrow and transferring it to you. So instead, I will talk to you about the joy of having had him since he was a kitten. I never regretted a single day of my responsibility to him, to his welfare. I loved being pals with him on the journey for as long as it lasted.

As a kitten, he broke plates and glasses and stole food right off the dinner table and took off across the room with it; at night he attacked my feet and made me insane. As a grown cat, he had a finely-honed, foolproof way of pressing his claws against my neck in order to spring me awake from sleep to go feed him at 2 AM...

But he also spent most of his life just being in the same room with me, sleeping on the same bed with me at night, just being.

I was privileged to be there with him, and then to comfort him, to not leave his side until his journey was through and he crossed over.

And now, alas, I have some math homework to do here today. It is a really lovely fall-like day. And it makes me feel -- I don't know, bittersweet -- to think that Buster is in a better place where his body is cancer-free again and he can romp and play; comfort me and watch over me and continue to fill me with joy.

Thanks for visiting.




Farewell to a dear companion

Buster died here at home today, shortly before noon. He is still alive in the photo below -- it was taken about an hour before he passed. I already miss him so much. Bye, little buddy.



My Dear Companion...