Masque of The Red Beef Queen

Red Dawn of the Rouge Death

This is my masterpiece. The Drama of the Red Beef Goddess needs to be seen in a museum. Irene Victoria Christensen-Easton, is America’s Mona Lisa. Artaud and Salvidor Dali, would agree. A Surreal Masterpiece has walked onto the stage of the greatest world disaster from which our planet may not recover. Beauty will cease to exist because only Man is made to see such a thing as beautiful. As it was, the Battle For Beauty, was being lost to The Last Beholder. White Men took my ugly brother’s side. They became mentally ill. They could no longer describe what they wanted, what they were entitled to, that was somehow taken from them. Creative People were scapegoated. They claimed Beautiful Jesus – was their’s alone! They claimed America all to themselves. They wanted to own all the money – in the world! They claimed they were victims. They declared God was on their side. Get ready for the second wave.

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What they lacked, was good mental health. My brother was insane. He was the crazy one in the family. This fact was te well kept family secret. He ended up with the painting I did of Rena. He guarded the truth how The Rose of the World died, because she owed him. I believe Circle Gallery canceled their contract with Christine because she was supposed to be at one of the shows they set up for her. Instead, she chose to celebrate her first sober birthday. Family had gathered in her home and Rocky Point where she was confronted about the money they leant her. They pushed her over the edge. Mark led the charge. He had taken a life insurance policy out on my sister who had usurped him, kept him from being the star, and the boss of our family. He had no power. He took over our family employing cunning and deceit. He loved hiding The Truth. Beauty is….The Truth!

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I suspect Rena’s husband mental health was not too good. Her letter circles this fact – that I touch upon. This is why she went to Deputy Sherrif Dan Mayland. Last night I the news I heard suicide amongst cattle ranchers and farmers was high. How does Rena and her husband feel about their President ordering workers back into the dangerous Tyson plants?

I suspect Rena was sexually abused by her father. I believe my mother successfully seduced my brother. Rosemary tried to seduce me every time I saw her. She knew she had degraded the bond brother’s have. She wanted to make us Equals again.

Poe and Washington Irving exchanged letters. Irving wrote the first manifest Destiny for John Astor. Irving was a good friend of Henry Brevoort who is kin Robert Brevoort Buck who mishandled Rosamond’s Legacy. I long suspected this law firm listened to my brother thinking he was the….Sane One!

Time to rip of Mark Presco’s Mask!

The red death had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal — the madness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And the whole seizure, progress, and termination of the disease, were incidents of half an hour.

But Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless and sagacious. When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale and light-hearted friends from among the knights and dames of his court, and with these retired to the deep seclusion of one of his crenellated abbeys. This was an extensive and magnificent structure, the creation of the prince’s own eccentric yet august taste. A strong and lofty wall girdled it in. This wall had gates of iron. The courtiers, having entered, brought furnaces and massy hammers and welded the bolts.

They resolved to leave means neither of ingress nor egress to the sudden impulses of despair or of frenzy from within. The abbey was amply provisioned. With such precautions the courtiers might bid defiance to contagion. The external world could take care of itself. In the meantime it was folly to grieve or to think. The prince had provided all the appliances of pleasure. There were buffoons, there were improvisatori, there were ballet-dancers, there were musicians, there was Beauty, there was wine. All these and security were within. Without was the “Red Death.”

It was toward the close of the fifth or sixth month of his seclusion that the Prince Prospero entertained his thousand friends at a masked ball of the most unusual magnificence.

It was a voluptuous scene, that masquerade. But first let me tell of the rooms in which it was held. There were seven — an imperial suite, In many palaces, however, such suites form a long and straight vista, while the folding doors slide back nearly to the walls on either hand, so that the view of the whole extant is scarcely impeded. Here the case was very different; as might have been expected from the duke’s love of the “bizarre.” The apartments were so irregularly disposed that the vision embraced but little more than one at a time. There was a sharp turn at the right and left, in the middle of each wall, a tall and narrow Gothic window looked out upon a closed corridor of which pursued the windings of the suite. These windows were of stained glass whose color varied in accordance with the prevailing hue of the decorations of the chamber into which it opened. That at the eastern extremity was hung, for example, in blue — and vividly blue were its windows. The second chamber was purple in its ornaments and tapestries, and here the panes were purple. The third was green throughout, and so were the casements. The fourth was furnished and lighted with orange — the fifth with white — the sixth with violet. The seventh apartment was closely shrouded in black velvet tapestries that hung all over the ceiling and down the walls, falling in heavy folds upon a carpet of the same material and hue. But in this chamber only, the color of the windows failed to correspond with the decorations. The panes were scarlet — a deep blood color. Now in no one of any of the seven apartments was there any lamp or candelabrum, amid the profusion of golden ornaments that lay scattered to and fro and depended from the roof. There was no light of any kind emanating from lamp or candle within the suite of chambers. But in the corridors that followed the suite, there stood, opposite each window, a heavy tripod, bearing a brazier of fire, that projected its rays through the tinted glass and so glaringly lit the room. And thus were produced a multitude of gaudy and fantastic appearances. But in the western or back chamber the effect of the fire-light that streamed upon the dark hangings through the blood-tinted panes was ghastly in the extreme, and produced so wild a look upon the countenances of those who entered, that there were few of the company bold enough to set foot within its precincts at all.

It was within this apartment, also, that there stood against the western wall, a gigantic clock of ebony. It pendulum swung to and fro with a dull, heavy, monotonous clang; and when the minute-hand made the circuit of the face, and the hour was to be stricken, there came from the brazen lungs of the clock a sound which was clear and loud and deep and exceedingly musical, but of so peculiar a note and emphasis that, at each lapse of an hour, the musicians of the orchestra were constrained to pause, momentarily, in their performance, to hearken to the sound; and thus the waltzers perforce ceased their evolutions; and there was a brief disconcert of the whole gay company; and while the chimes of the clock yet rang. it was observed that the giddiest grew pale, and the more aged and sedate passed their hands over their brows as if in confused revery or meditation. But when the echoes had fully ceased, a light laughter at once pervaded the assembly; the musicians looked at each other and smiled as if at their own nervousness and folly, and made whispering vows, each to the other, that the next chiming of the clock should produce in them no similar emotion; and then, after the lapse of sixty minutes (which embrace three thousand and six hundred seconds of Time that flies), there came yet another chiming of the clock, and then were the same disconcert and tremulousness and meditation as before.

No More Waiting For Artaud

 

Masque Of The Rouge Death

As groups of Trump supporters across the country gathered in defiance of social distancing rules to demand an end to stay-at-home orders, a prominent psychiatrist and expert on violence argued the president’s influence over the protesters made him more dangerous to the country than ever before.

“What I noticed in the behavior of the president is what I have seen in the dynamics of individuals who become violent, as well as those who provoke violence in others,” Dr. Bandy Lee, a forensic psychiatrist at Yale School of Medicine, told Jim Braude on WGBH News’ Greater Boston Monday.

On April 13, the world-renowned medical center in Minnesota announced a policy requiring patients and visitors alike to wear a face mask at all times. The move helps the clinic comply with guidelines set out by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, which previously changed its recommendations “in light of new evidence” that shows “a significant portion” of those with the novel virus are either asymptomatic — meaning they lack symptoms altogether — or presymptomatic, meaning they can spread the virus to others without first showing signs of it themselves.

Pence explained his actions to reporters, stating: “When the CDC issued those guidelines, it was their recognition that people that may have it may prevent transmitting by wearing a mask. Since I don’t have it, I thought it would be a good opportunity to be here, speak to these guys and look them in the eye.”

President Donald Trump signed an executive order Tuesday that compels slaughterhouses to remain open, setting up a showdown between the giant companies that produce America’s meat and the unions and activists who want to protect workers in a pandemic.

Meat processing plants around the U.S. have shut down because of the coronavirus, but Trump said in the order that “such closures threaten the continued functioning of the national meat and poultry supply chain, undermining critical infrastructure during the national emergency.”

Using the Defense Production Act, Trump is ordering plants to stay open as part of the critical infrastructure needed to keep people fed amid growing supply disruptions from the coronavirus outbreak. The government will provide additional protective gear for employees as well as guidance.

Lee, who was not speaking on behalf of Yale, referred to a recent series of tweets from the president urging his supporters to “liberate” their states and save the Second Amendment.

“I saw what he was doing, calling his followers to liberation, especially when they are suffering from the intense lock-downs and loss of jobs,” Lee said. “And now he is using that to test his ability to call out his armed troops, if you will.”

Lee attributed the president’s behavior to what she calls a “mental incapacity” to do his job as president.

“When someone lacks capacity, [they have] difficultly taking in information, taking in advice, processing that information and making sound, rational decisions,” she said. “And those are the kinds of things we are seeing in the president.”

Lee — who is also the author of a textbook called “Violence” and the editor of “The Dangerous Case of Donald Trump” — urged people not to conflate what she sees as the president’s deficiencies with mental illness, which alone does not imply unfitness for office.

“Mental illness does not define incapacity,” she explained. “In fact, it almost has nothing to do with dangerousness, either.”

But in Trump’s case, Lee said, she and some of her colleagues have seen a pattern of dangerous behaviors — especially in the past year.

“After the Mueller Report was out, when the impeachment proceedings were happening, we felt that the president would engage in dangerous acts,” she said. “And he has, such as withdrawing troops from Northern Syria or commanding the assassination of [Iranian General Qasem Soleimani].”

“Now, under this coronavirus pandemic, we have found it necessary to also alert Congress. More urgently than ever, in fact,” she added.

Was My Mother Insane?

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Rena Wins Range War

Was My Mother Insane?