I have been invited to my own crucifixion and public shaming. Tonight, at the Whiteaker Community Meeting, a un-named council person will suggest a photo of me with words from my blog, be posted all over the Beat Community – after I am ruled a sex-fiend who loves to stalk not one – but many young women!
Have you looked at the cost of Viagra! Jeez!
I am right out of Reefer Madness according to folks I have been getting threats from. Belle Burch, her boyfriend, Ambrose Holtham-Keathley, his mother Anand Holtham-Keathley, and radical activist, Alley Valkyie, are the inquisitors who will conduct a public shaming and exorcism, and a good beating and flogging from a rabble of volunteers.
This all came about when I offered to make Belle the heir to my blog, which she tried to hijack for political purposes. She wanted to use it to fulfill her and her lover’s political ambitions in the Whiteaker. When I discovered her and Ambrose got arrested, I asked Belle why she did not tell me. No answer. For ten days she did not respond to my e-mails and calls. I had to assume the worst. I posted about my suspicions. I was spot on!
“I know Alley is doing what she can to address this on another front, but the rest of us have to keep going too. Our community is too valuable.”
Alley is going to address the basketball players raping a girl. She is going to lump me in with them. She said she would do this. Alley owns political ambitions. She might try to oust Mayor Kitty Piercy.
At our meeting where I asked Belle to help me finish my novel, be a reporter for my blog, and model for me, she said;
“There will be no sex”
“I agree. And, it is not possible because I have been rendered impotent due to my treatment for prostate cancer.”
I asked Belle to be my muse which involves a creative infatuation. Belle read me one of her poems at the Wandering Goat, and I read her mine, that was inspired by our first meeting.
I want to go to this meeting, badly, but there have been real threats. Angry crazy men want to beat me black and blue – for Belle’s sake! This of course is not crazed sexual behavior. I am thinking of buying a box of Socker Boppers and arranging a gauntlet of Belle’s champions. But, I’m afraid many of them would take off their Boppers, and not practice safe sex-fiend shaming. I know Belle tried to set me up for a beating a week ago. She wants me hurt bad because I will not go along with her political blackmail and extortion.
I compare this public shaming to three movies
King King
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Zardoz
When King Kong lies dead on the street, a reporter snaps his picture and says;
“It was not the planes. It was beauty who killed the beast.”
In this clip, I hear from a Whiteaker councilman;
“Put Belle down, Mr. Presco. You’ve had your fun with her. Now, Prepare to die!”
As I am stabbed many times, Belle all of a sudden realizes the beast did love her, and did not just want to fornicate.
“Oh my God. He really was a poet and an artist. He really did love me!”
Belle has used her sex to get her way the moment she lay eyes on me. If her beloved mentor, Alley Valkyrie, has her way, then not only will my penis be ruled evil, but every hippies penis that is over forty years old. This will kill the Peace and Lover Generation. I was there in the Height when we buried Hippie in 1966.
Wait a minute! I got it. Mon Mayor! Pretty Belle Burch was anointed the one to go after Kitty Pierce’s job. because, kitty betrayed Whoville! Look at her video again. She is with her constituents from the Whiteaker and OCCUPY. As covert politician, she spots me (the press) video-taping her. Like a moth to a flame – Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeres Pretty Princes Belle!
This is why she doesn’t show her face after her arrest!
“Wave you the crowd Pretty Burch!”
“It was love that brought down Belle’s political aspirations!”
If you listen carefully, the beast says “Mon Belle” before his fall.
“My beauty.”
Jon Presco
https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2014/04/28/did-belle-burch-google-me/
Anyway, the reason why I was wondering if you’re coming to the council meeting is because there are a number of people (some on the council) who want to put forth a community action to have your face plastered across the neighborhood with information as to why you are dangerous. Nothing but direct quotes from your ‘newspaper’ so you can’t even get us for slander.
And it would be very nice to be able to point you out to everyone in attendance.
Let that sink in for a minute, pal. Because you can not stop yourself, you are on the verge of being black listed from the artistic center of the city. A place you ‘helped to shape’.
But no, this isn’t of YOUR doing. Oh no, it’s just a huge conspiracy to discredit — what some lonely old man? Come on, you’re not that crazy enough to believe that.
For all your ‘royalty’, your family ties and for everything you have done? It will all become un-done simply because you won’t stop acting like a fucking creep.
Alley Valkerie
“I’m going to make this very simple for you. I don’t know if you know who I am, but I sure as hell know who you are, and when you fuck with my friends, you fuck with me. Stop writing about Belle or I am going to make your life very diffi…cult. I mean it. If I see one more word about her on your blog, your FB, or anywhere else, I will make sure that you experience all the fear and discomfort that she is experiencing right now. And no, this isn’t a physical threat, so don’t try to play victim. Frankly, I encourage you to contact EPD, as they already know all about you. I will not do anything illegal, but mark my word you will regret it if you write one more word about her. I will make sure that the entire community knows exactly how much of a sick fuck you are. Your picture, your name, and “samples” of your writing will be posted on every bulletin board in town. There will not be a single person in the Eugene/Springfield area who won’t know that you’re a sick stalker who won’t leave a stalker who won’t leave a young girl alone. Cut it out. Now. This is your first, last, and only warning.”
WHITEAKER COMMUNITY COUNCIL
AKA WCC
Eugene, OR
Physical Address:
Eugene, OR 97440
EIN:
51-0175444
Leadership:
Anand Holtham-Keathley
https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2014/05/11/beautiful-ireland/
http://www.tcm.com/mediaroom/video/215814/Hunchback-of-Notre-Dame-The-Movie-Clip-Water-.html
The Whiteaker Meeting tomorrow (Wednesday) at 7p at the Whiteaker School/Head Start bldg. On Clark St seems a great place to start.
I know Alley is doing what she can to address this on another front, but the rest of us have to keep going too. Our community is too valuable.
[the gigantic Stone Head hovers before the worshipful horde of Exterminators]
Zardoz: Zardoz speaks to you, His chosen ones.
Exterminators: We are the chosen ones!
Zardoz: You have been raised up from Brutality, to kill the Brutals who multiply, and are legion. To this end, Zardoz your God gave you the gift of the Gun. The Gun is good!
Exterminators: The Gun is good!
Zardoz: The Penis is evil! The Penis shoots Seeds, and makes new Life to poison the Earth with a plague of men, as once it was. But the Gun shoots Death and purifies the Earth of the filth of Brutals. Go forth, and kill! Zardoz has spoken.
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Friend: I will not go to second level with you!
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Zed: Stay close to me – inside my aura!
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The Tabernacle: You are asked to vote at the termination of the trial of George Saden. Final statement from the accused begins.
George Saden: I confess to the charges, but plead mitigation. These thoughts are constructive criticisms. Pyramidical. I try to suppress these thoughts, but they leak out in Second Level through the head-wound of my third death. I was imperfectly repaired. No. That is not true. I think what I think!
Friend: [murmuring] That’s more like it! I’m with you, George.
George Saden: I hate you all. I hate you all. I hate you all. Especially me.
[the Tabernacle chimes]
The Tabernacle: Vote, please. Vote, please.
Friend: [to Zed] I’m voting for him, Monster. It won’t do any good. Nothing ever does.
[Friend speaks into his ring]
Friend: Absolute acquittal!
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Zed: [speaking into the crystal ring on his left hand] Tabernacle – what are you?
The Tabernacle: Not permitted.
Zed: Where are you?
The Tabernacle: Not permitted.
Zed: Do you know me?
The Tabernacle: I have your voice-print, Zed – and your genetic code, but only memory fragments.
Zed: [gazing into the diamond he holds in his other hand] Tell me about the crystal transmitter.
The Tabernacle: I cannot give information which may threaten my own security.
Zed: Brain emissions refract low wavelength laser light, passing through the crystal in the brain. They’re a code sent to you for interpretation and storage. Yes or no?
The Tabernacle: Not permitted.
Zed: A receiver must be like a transmitter. I think you’re a crystal – in fact this one! This diamond! In here, there is infinite storage space for refracted light patterns. Yes or no?
The Tabernacle: You have me in the palm of your hand!
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[first lines]
Arthur Frayn: I am Arthur Frayn, and I am Zardoz. I have lived three hundred years, and I long to die. But death is no longer possible. I am immortal. I present now my story, full of mystery and intrigue – rich in irony, and most satirical. It is set deep in a possible future, so none of these events have yet occurred, but they *may.* Be warned, lest you end as I. In this tale, I am a fake god by occupation – and a magician, by inclination. Merlin is *my* hero! I am the puppet master. I manipulate many of the characters and events you will see. But *I* am invented, too, for your entertainment – and amusement. And you, poor creatures, who conjured *you* out of the clay? Is God in show business too?
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Zardoz: Zardoz is pleased.
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Zed: [watching his memory-scan video of hunting down Brutals] I love to see them running. I love the moments of their deaths – when I am one with Zardoz.
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Consuella: In hunting you, I have become you. I’ve destroyed what I set out to defend.
Zed: “He who fights too long against dragons, becomes a dragon himself.”… Nietzsche.
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The Tabernacle: You have destroyed us. You found the flaw in the crystal. We are gone. You are alone.
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Consuella: Penic erection was one of the many unsolved evolutionary mysteries surrounding sexuality. Every society had an elaborate subculture devoted to erotic stimulation. But nobody could quite determine how this…
[Consuella points to a diagram of a flaccid male penis and scrotum]
Consuella: …becomes this.
[Consuella points to a diagram of an erect penis and scrotum]
Consuella: Of course, we all know the physical process involved, but not the link between stimulus and response. There seems to be a correlation with violence, with fear. Many hanged men died with an erection. You are all more or less aware of our intensive researches into this subject. Sexuality declined probably because we no longer needed to procreate. Eternals soon discovered that erection was impossible to achieve. And we are no longer victims of this violent, convulsive act which so debased women and betrayed men. This Brutal…
[Consuella indicates Zed]
Consuella: …like other primates living unselfconscious lives, is capable of spontaneous and reflexive erection. As part of May’s studies of this creature, we’re trying to find, once again, the link between erotic stimulation and erection. This experiment will measure autoerotic stimulation of the cortex, leading to erection.
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The Tabernacle: Sleep was necessary for man when his waking and unconscious lives were separated. As Eternals achieved total consciousness. Sleep became obsolete and Second Level meditation took its place.
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The Tabernacle: You have penetrated me. There is no escape. You are within me. Come into my center. Come into the center of the crystal!
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The Tabernacle: [perpetually repeating] Caution: You are approaching the periphery shield of Vortex Four. Caution: You are approaching the periphery shield of Vortex Four.
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Avalow: [addressing the populace of the Vortex] Death approaches! We are all mortal again! Now we can say ‘yes’ to death, but never again ‘no’. Now, we must make our farewells: to each other, to the sun and moon, trees and sky, earth and rock, the landscape of our long waking-dream.
[Avalow turns to Zed]
Avalow: Zed – the Liberator – liberate me now, according to your promise!
[Zed readily raises his pistol. Avalow stretches in anticipation. The seconds pass, but no shot rings out]
Consuella: [urgently, to Zed, while focusing on Avalow] Do it! Do it!
Zed: [slowly lowering his pistol] All that I was, is gone.
[There is the bark of a shot, red spurts from Avalow’s neck, and she collapses into the fountain’s pool as the people moan in passion. Zed looks behind him – his fellow Exterminators have arrived]
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[Zed confronts May in the weaving-house; she is partially hidden beneath a diaphanous patterned sheet]
Zed: May? I want your help!
May: You want to destroy us… the Tabernacle.
Zed: I want the truth.
May: You must give the truth, if you wish to receive it.
Zed: I’m ready.
[She flings the sheet up to enfold him beneath it with her]
May: It’ll burn you!
Zed: Then burn me.
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Arthur Frayn: You see, our death-wish was devious, and deep. As Zardoz, Zed, I was able to choose your forefathers! It was careful genetic breeding that produced this mutant – this slave who could free his masters! And Friend was my accomplice! Don’t you remember the man in the library, Zed?
[a chime is heard]
Arthur Frayn: It was I who led you to the ‘Wizard of Oz’ book! Ha-hah, it was I who gave you access to the Stone! It was I!
[a chime is heard]
Arthur Frayn: I bred you! I led you!
Zed: And I have looked into the face of the force that put the idea in your mind. You are bred, and led, yourself.
[He strides away, and Friend advances to join Arthur]
Friend: Arthur! We’ve all been used!
Arthur Frayn: And re-used.
Friend: And abused!
Arthur Frayn: And amused!
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Zed: What is it you want?
Friend: Sweet death. Oblivion.
Zed: For yourself, or for the whole Vortex?
Friend: For Everybody. An end to the human race. It has plagued this pretty planet for far too long.
Zed:
You stink of despair. Fight back! Fight for death, if that’s what you want.
Friend: I thought at first you were the one to help. But it’s hopeless. All my powers have gone.
Zed: Where is it? The Tabernacle?
Friend: The Tabernacle… is… I can’t remember!
Zed: Who made it? Someone must know how to break it.
Friend: Yes, but you can meet him for yourself! One of our founders, one of the geniuses who discovered immortality.
[Friend goes to the bed of the Old Scientist and, rousing him noisily, shouts]
Friend: We want to die! Hm? What – what’s the trick?
Old Scientist: [feebly] Death… death… Talk to May! May!
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[Zed stands before a giant screen swarming with microscopic infusoria]
May: Look at it. It’s you.
[Zed looks behind him, but May does not see him do so]
May: Your genetic structure, your life chart. Look.
[Obligingly, Zed does so again]
May: You are a mutant, second, maybe third generation – therefore genetically stable. Enlarged brain, total recall. Your potential is… Your breeding potential!
Zed: Breeding?
May: Frayn!
[May spins around to confront Zed]
May: How did you get into the Vortex? What is your purpose?
Zed: I’m just an Exterminator. I know nothing.
May: You must know that you’re mentally and physically vastly superior to me, or to anyone else here. You could be anything, could *do* anything. You must be destroyed.
Zed: Why?
May: Because you could destroy us!
Zed: As *you* destroyed the rest of life? Can you un-know what you know now about me?
May: For the sake of science, I will keep this knowledge from the others, for the time being. But you must follow me, obey me, be circumspect, make no disruption, quietly do whatever work is given you. I will watch over you.
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Consuella: [speaking into her ring as she observes Zed asleep in his cage] The Brutal is now in fourth hour of unconscious sleep. It’s astonishing that Homo Sapiens spends so much time in this vulnerable condition at the mercy of its enemies. Is there any data on the sleeping-patterns of primitive people?
The Tabernacle: Is that a priority request?
Consuella:
Yes. I am now going to test its waking response to dangerous stimuli.
[She reaches inside the cage toward Zed. With unexpected speed, he seizes her wrist even as he wakes. He holds her for a moment, glaring at her before releasing her. Slowly, she recovers composure and speaks to him]
Consuella: Does it please you to sleep?
Zed: Yes.
Consuella: Why?
Zed: I have dreams.
The Tabernacle: Sleep was necessary for Man when his waking and unconscious lives were separated. As Eternals achieved total consciousness, sleep became obsolete, and Second-Level meditation took its place. Sleep was closely connected with death.
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May: Friend, I cannot sanction this violence and destruction.
Friend: It’s too late, May. There’s no going back.
May: Don’t destroy the Vortex! Let us renew it. A better breed could prosper here. Given time…
Friend: Time? Wasn’t eternity enough?
Zed: [enters suddenly; May wheels to face him] This place is against life. It must die.
[Zed gently grasps May’s pistol hand and raises it so that the weapon points right between his eyes]
May: I have my followers. Inseminate us all, and we’ll teach you all we know, give you all we have. Perhaps you can break the Tabernacle. Or be broken.
[Friend advances to place his hand on the others’, in a triple pact]
Friend: An end to eternity.
May: A higher form.
Zed: Revenge.
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