Tuesday, December 30, 2008

The Purpose-Driven Private E-mail Exchange with Pastor Rick Warlegs of Critical Saddle Backthrash

OK. So not my best title.

The following private-message exchange started when I put my big foot in my mouth. Someone had sent a video around that so inflamed and enraged me, I started recirculating it myself, not realizing that one person on the board who I was sending it to, was also my original source of it. It was that oopsie moment, which starts off my agitated, all-caps apology.

Then it took a turn with some gentlemanly advice from my correspondent, someone code-named warlegs. He took the opportunity to try and rectify a problem he had with the name I was using. It had been an emergency fill-in lent to me after I'd lost my own handle to some board guile and cunning. But the name, tman, had apparently been the handle of a popular board member who had died either tragically, violently, or maybe just recently, and a lot of feelings were still raw. Affecting a switch-over in a board identity is a tricky business in perilous times, and I'll let the thread take over from here,

On Mar 04th, 2008 at 01:56:06 pm, tman said:

On Mar 04th, 2008 at 01:57:01 pm, warlegs said:
No problem buddy. Remember, knowing is 1/2 the battle!

On Mar 04th, 2008 at 01:58:08 pm, tman said:
well, thanks for understanding and thanks for the video link

On Mar 04th, 2008 at 02:00:55 pm, warlegs said:
No problem. I really don't think it's right that you use that handle. How about I give you another one and you put tman to rest??

On Mar 04th, 2008 at 02:02:21 pm, tman said:
Fine. I respect your feelings. Give me another handle, let me secure it with a new password and email and then I'll PM tman's password to you. OK?

On Mar 04th, 2008 at 02:04:31 pm, warlegs said:
Deal. I'll send the handle & passwords tonight.

On Mar 04th, 2008 at 02:25:36 pm, tman said:
OK. I'll cooperate per our understanding

On Mar 04th, 2008 at 02:31:58 pm, warlegs said:
Now that's teamwork!

On Mar 04th, 2008 at 05:07:51 pm, tman said:
wow. teamwork. it feels kind of warm and fuzzy. is it supposed to do that? am I the problem?


On Mar 04th, 2008 at ??:00:00 pm, warlegs said:
I'll go first -

Dork / rHmOLavz

Now send me yours, and that would be a team effort!


On Mar 05th, 2008 at 09:38:47 am, tman said:
I tried again with every possible combo--no dice.

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 09:40:16 am, warlegs said:
I'll resend that shit tonight. I left it at home.

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 09:41:42 am, tman said:
I bet you are a cock tease in real life too!!!

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 10:11:48 am, warlegs said:
This is real life. Internet communicating is the new personal communicating.

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 10:13:11 am, tman said:
your picture gets mine.

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 10:14:40 am, warlegs said:
Now your talkin'.

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 10:17:03 am, tman said:
I'm very vulnerable these days. If I crack I'm going crumble. Can your shoulders handle it?

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 10:31:10 am, warlegs said:

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 11:07:15 am, tman said:
OK. Do you want to be my handler? You're not my type but I have a lot of respect for you. The silk suit is nice. A bit too much gum in the smile, but maybe I'm gum-jealous. I see where DORK comes from. The wifey is a career asset! The Calla lilies are very nice.

My assets need penetrating! It's getting very lonely out in the cold. Do you think you could "turn" me? I think I'm primed.

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 11:11:54 am, warlegs said:
No doubt big guy

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 11:17:30 am, tman said:

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 11:25:15 am, warlegs said:
Yeah, that wasn't my wife........ That's yours? I thought you were, you know, "gay"..........

Where do you live? I live in PA.............

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 11:35:59 am, tman said:
That's my sugar momma. I...um...am...gay. WHAT ABOUT YOU Mr. "that's not my wife!" I live in Southampton Long Island. Where in PA are you? I used to come down to Chadd's Ford outside Philly.

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 11:52:05 am, warlegs said:
Everyone's gay. I live about a 1/2 North of Philadelphia (Plymouth Meeting) - I was up in Shinnecock Hills a few years ago for a golf tournament. Nice area.

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 11:56:02 am, tman said:
Yea, I live on Sebonac Road. I abut the Southampton Golf Club. Sebonac runs through National Golf Club, and there's a new club called, Sebonac Golf Club. The three times the US Open was played at Shinnecock, I had a house full of guests. I'm less than a mile walk to the clubhouse. Give me your address in Plymouth Meeting and I'll Google map it. IF YOU DARE!

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 12:04:44 pm, warlegs said:
That's awesome. You are very lucky. Fuck no I am not giving you my address. I don't even know who you are. You could be some sort of psychotic killer.........

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 12:07:21 pm, tman said:
I think your side has psychotic killer pretty much wrapped up. I remember when you were pretty mean to me yourself.

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 12:16:46 pm, warlegs said:
Of course. Why should you get special treatment? It's not fair to everyone else if someone like you can just stroll on in to our house and not be treated like others........

You really don't have any business on this board...... your only connection is Riskus and it also has nothing to do with this board.

When things are not on a personal level, it's fun to not be yourself at times..........

Plus, I think you have handled yourself pretty well around here and I think a few people even like your posts!!

You just need a new name, b/c that just ain't right.

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 12:50:22 pm, tman said:
I'm not asking for special treatment! I love being hazed! I've never belonged to a group of men like this (S & M clubs don't count!)

And what do you mean Riskus has nothing to do with your group??!! This is all about Riskus. Frankly, if I could think of a better line of attack I'd drop CT like a load of hot shit. Look at member number six or so, Ian Meyer, that little Cointelpro boot camp bitch! I'll claw her eyes out!

(Are you cointelpro hon? Hmm? Just asking...)

You're hard to figure out. You must have some nefarious connection with the Thaiman. Did he die a covert action death, or a candle-at-both-ends death? Maybe I shouldn't be so quick to become "DORK" when every time I sign on I get a rise out of you fucks (you should have seen the warnings babyphat gave me to tread lightly, I was on sacred ground.)

I am here to be TRANSGRESSIVE! Fuck with your heads and hearts! Talk shit! Espouse liberal politics! Ratchet Gay down a notch!

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 01:06:15 pm, warlegs said:
Yeah, but Riskus is barely even a part of this board anymore. He never stops by, he's just the "man behind the curtain".........Personally, I think the dude was a waste, but he's dead and you are not him........

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 01:07:40 pm, tman said:
Yea! "Man behind the curtain" is what it's all about! The rest of what you said makes no sense. Give me Riskus or give me death!

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 01:11:34 pm, warlegs said:
What do you want from him?!?!?!?!

As smart as you portray yourself, you must have some idea.......


On Mar 05th, 2008 at 01:11:45 pm, tman said:
I think I need to jerk off.

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 0?:0?:00 pm, warlegs said:
me too. Nothing wrong with that.

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 01:16:43 pm, tman said:
Do I come across as a smart alack? Funny, I try for liberated.

Well, I don't expect you to be familiar with my blogwork or my 9-11 expose stuff, but Riskus is my central chapter, along with BCO (a board I'd much rather be on, not to mention Trogdor.)

So you see, just hanging out here, waiting for government, academia, and society to catch up with me, still constitutes gainful employment. Plus I know you are military-industrial complex related yourself warlegs. I see the dopey look on your face. You feel protected. Well I want the larger covert community to know all about me and my contribution before I get put into the camps and have the key thrown away! Habeas my own damn corpus!

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 01:15:45 pm, warlegs said
hahaha, no.

I did some mild research on your blog work, but although interesting, it's just not my cup of tea.

By the way, That pick I sent is not me. I would never compromise my security. That's some jerk off I found on photobucket. Sorry.

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 00:00:00 pm, tman said

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 01:17:37 pm, warlegs said:
You don't know my name. You only know what I am letting you think with black letter of type.

Why hide your online status??

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 01:20:46 pm, tman said:
Good question. I don't think I had the ability before under stevenwarran to be in the closet. I guess I think there's an advantage when I just want to lurk and learn, but that rarely happens. I always seem to get excited and want to put my two cents in.

Do you have any advice for me, Mr. WAR LEGS? (Sounds like a fighting dick to me.)

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 01:40:12 pm, warlegs said:
No, just bring Dork back from the dead and carry on. It will be up to you on how you want to handle it and interesting to me.



On Mar 05th, 2008 at 01:59:23 pm, tman said:
it felt like standing outside in a crowd with my little pee pee exposed to the world! You men with great big pee pees don't know what it feels like to be a little boy with a little pee pee standing amongst all these other great big pee pees.


On Mar 05th, 2008 at 02:03:20 pm, warlegs said:

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 02:22:51 pm, tman said:
hahahaha what?

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 02:24:23 pm, warlegs said:

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 02:58:41 pm, tman said:
don't play me!!!!! I said hahahaha WHAT!!!

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 03:01:14 pm, warlegs said:
hahahahaha - nothing dick spit. I thought your little penis story was funny, but now it's not. Be ready later to take care of business.

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 03:06:55 pm, tman said:
gee, you flip on a dime. Gummy bear wouldn't say "dick spit" to me that way. Yea, I'm ready buddy.

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 03:10:57 pm, warlegs said:
hahaha. STHWEET!!

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 03:14:42 pm, tman said:
Come on. You softened me up, now don't flip on me with fake lisp shit. I've identified with the young mommy and daddy photograph so you have to encourage me in my transference. That way, when you need to utilize me your assets will be available. I want you strong and good and pure.

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 03:19:14 pm, warlegs said:
Hahahaha - that's funny. Do you have a myspace page? Did you see the one "they" made up for you?? I don't want to "utilize" you, but that is a nice offering.

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 03:44:39 pm, tman said:
yea I saw the one "they" made for me. I liked it. My own real one is even more shabby. So if you don't want to utilize me why have you sent me thirty PM's today? You must have an agenda. If you spill it here privately I'll be your secret co conspirator!

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 04:01:15 pm, warlegs said:
Sorry, I don't. The only thing I have going is the new name for you that nobody knows. I'll retire tman's or????.......

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 04:16:16 pm, tman said:
So you want me to play along! Oh goody, goody, goody! I think I've fallen for you warlegs. I'm not used to so much positive attention. (If you were my jailer and I refused to eat would you force-feed me or let me starve?)

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 04:25:13 pm, warlegs said:
Quiet......... He's here.

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 04:39:06 pm, tman said:
warlegs! I've fallen in love with you! I'm sorry, but it's true! I log in hoping and praying I see that flashing "1 New Message" link and Praise Jesus! it's usually there, but what happens when it's not?! When you've had your way with me and cast a forgotten DORK aside? How am I supposed to feel then? I have needs. I am a man-child. The yearning that rises up out of me has deep roots. Promise me you'll stay. Let me hear you say it: I L O V E U!

On Mar 05th, 2008 at 04:54:00 pm, warlegs said:
Listen you little bitch. This relationship of love and lust will not transpire until my mission is completed. Further instructions to cum after dinner........

On Mar 05th 2008 at 05:08:21 pm, tman said:
Stop it! Stop contacting me! You're only dragging out the inevitable! I can't take the smack/cuddle/smack anymore! I'm a grown man now! Not a little boy that you can play with! I've been down this road already—with knucklehead, ocnsky, dzeman, aaron, Truitt and now you! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!! Boo, hoo, hoo, hoo!

On Mar 06th, 2008 at 0?:00:00 mm, warlegs said
Ok, now calm down. Let's do this shit. If your on, let me know. I am gonna try Dork and make sure it works –

On Mar 06th, 2008 at 08:56:56 pm, tman said:

On Mar 06th, 2008 at 10:13:12 pm, warlegs said:
Tomorrow during the day if you can........ bed now.

On Mar 07th, 2008 at 08:17:04 am, tman said:
What are you wearing?

On Mar 07th, 2008 at 08:47:39 am, warlegs said:
Alright sweets, lets do it.

On Mar 07th, 2008 at 08:53:46 am, tman said:
tell me what you're wearing first and I'll do it.

On Mar 07th, 2008 at 0?:00:00 am warlegs said:
Well now, Jeans and a button down for casual Friday.

Try it -


On Mar 07th, 2008 at 09:52:43 am, tman said:
So warlegs, not to be reniggy, but how about I retire tman per our agreement, but keep control of the name and password? I'll post and play under Dork, and never use tman for sensitivity's sake. Yes ums?

On Mar 07th, 2008 at 09:56:11 am, warlegs said:
Why? My elders are not going to like that. I am supposed to provide successful results.

So again, why????????????????

On Mar 07th, 2008 at 09:58:34 am, tman said:

I repeat:


I smell sausage cooking!

On Mar 07th, 2008 at 09:59:35 am, warlegs said:
bad. very very bad.

On Mar 07th, 2008 at 10:02:01 am, tman said:
do I get a very hard spanking?

On Mar 07th, 2008 at 10:03:46 am, warlegs said:
That's fucked up. I should have known. Take care & have fun...........

On Mar 07th, 2008 at 10:10:10 am, tman said

First off—you have to promise me a very hard spanking for being cooperative. OK?

Password is Rob

The part which is of special interest to me is the discussion about Riskus, where warlegs finally asks
"What do you want from him?!?!?!?! As smart as you portray yourself, you must have some idea.......Masons......"
I think it's funny that people think they can "portray" themselves with an "image" that's a lie, but I know many from George Bush's background who do it just that way---hiding "assets," trying to play dumb for some advantage, such as with tradesmen, etc. Then warlegs< says the Masons thing, which is kind of cool. Is that where they store the brains? Mason jars? Reading the manual for Beta Theta Pi, it says that the leaders of tomorrow should be "identified," and then steered with scholarships and such. Is it normal for almost everybody to be corrupted and "handled" in this way? I don't know if I was ever classifiable as to-be-identified material. I guess that gets done later, in college.

To me, I can't believe I'm not taken at face value as being exactly who I "pretend" or act, or say I am (allowing for the fact we can all be bad actors or pretentious on occasions.)

I guess human beings really are so fundamentally different, divided neatly into two camps, that they can't---not won't, or don't---believe that other people are really honest when they say they are sincerely such and such. I think corrupted people don't really believe anyone else is possibly different. And I know for a fact that uncorrupted people can live in a dream world and not suspect that human beings are capable of stooping so low on a scale so vast. Welcome, George Bush.

For instance, I really don't believe conservatives are anything but selfish, autocratic, self-serving overlords. How could I not, when I believe the principle behind liberalism is altruism? I might play surrender to a good-daddy conservative, tied to a bed in Chelsea for a weekend, but not for an entire election term I won't.

And what the hell are the Mason's about anyway? Just a step up from the Kiwanis or the Elks? For some reason, Mason's just make me think of the Jewish pew in Episcopal churches--the last row on the left, if you're interested.

Of course, this comes up in the gay thing too. Apparently, straight men often think guys only "pretend" to be gay--perhaps as some sort of ploy to get more puss.....The truth is, we can get as much of that as we would ever want, but...ah...ah...beat...beat...get it? Jeez.

If straight guys only understood how freely they could get exactly the no-strings-attached, turn-into-a-pizza-and-a-beer-now-bitch servicing, at the most convenient non-reciprocate level they've always dreamed about, we could move into heaven on earth quickly.

But Rick Warren would prefer to take his fat body up to heaven than to have some heaven come down here to earth. It's silly, telling his flock they won't have wings, and there won't be a spongy cloud floor to walk on. Even promising a little wicked fun along the way. But it's sick the way their heads work, and that he thinks he's the way to let us in on the scoop.

When I first read the interview I thought the interview was great. But then I heard and saw the video, and I went holy cow! Success must have spoiled him. He spits out the tag lines. He doesn't even listen to the questions: hes like, "right...right...right." But it was the energy pattern---he's now under a lot of stress and where is that coming from? I would think that it must be hard hiding all the anger you feel toward God for the way everything is going for the "winning team!" Will Bush get indicted? Will that extend to the Eric Prince's of the world, and their crimes in Iraq?

Rick Warren really misspoke when he talked about gay people. People are getting a lot more serious about the issues. That editor of beliefnet.com was the real star I thought. Such willingness for penetrating honesty---it stood out. Maybe that's why Rick couldn't seem to catch his breath, but also didn't even seem to want to try.

Sorry gang, if you think I equate with pederasty, bigamy, and bestiality. I know that if there is a name for it, I didn't invent it, and if there is a Latin name for it, they've been doing it for a long time before I started. Gay sexuality really is so tangential to their real issues, which include dealing with their own sexuality first. In this way I feel Christianity is losing ground.

I have a lot more I want to say about Rick Warren, but it remains very inchoate for now. This is where I'll come back to when it becomes clearer.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

A. B. Yehoshua

Israeli ambulance workers said the civilian killed in
the rocket attack was a middle aged man [AFP]

Israeli ambulance workers said the unnamed civilian killed in the May 10th, 2008, rocket attack was a middle-aged man. Three other people were wounded. The white and pink geraniums went unscathed, bless the Lord.

Next time Israel, name the victims please, and provide for a little collateral damage. You are not even trying any longer. Go straight to the millennial firecrackers.

A few days ago I read an interview with the Israeli novelist A.B. Yehoshua conducted by Todd Hasak-Lowy, a professor of modern Hebrew literature at the University of Florida, and first published at JBooks.com in June 2006, where Yehoshua said this:
"Saddam Hussein's 40 Scuds in the Gulf War and all the Kassem rockets that have been fired at Israel since the withdrawal from Gaza haven't killed a single Israeli civilian."
I had suspected that this, or something close to it, was the truth, but I lacked the ability to verify the fact, or the moral or intellectual authority to express it to any purpose.

To hear George Bush and Condoleezza Rice yesterday about Hamas rockets being responsible for the Israeli attacks into Gaza that killed over 200 Palestinians, feels like a gut blow to my consciousness. But with such coincidences---or, God-incidences, as I prefer to call them---as my recent stumbling upon Yehoshua's clarification, offers me the respite that God is indeed, on the case.

On edit: Dec. 30, That was quick. When they cover their faces up that way they look like they are lying. Soon to be out of the country for a few years, maybe upstate New York in a closed religious community, then maybe back, no one remembers, no one cares.
The father and husband of 39-year-old Israeli Irit Shitrit mourn over her body during the funeral procession in the southern coastal Israeli city of Ashdod on December 30, 2008. Shitrit was killed last night during a Palestinian rocket attack on Ashdod. Magen David Adom, the Israeli equivalent of the Red Cross, said the Ashdod blast was caused by a Grad-type rocket with a range of 25 miles. (AFP/Getty)

Not humility. SHAME-based keening. Hide those lying faces!

VIDEO - Kassam shrapnel kills Netivot man

Abe Selig, Jerusalem Post 12/27/2008
In response to Saturday’s IAF air strikes on Hamas in Gaza, Palestinians fired over 80 rockets and mortar shells at areas throughout the western Negev. In Netivot, 58-year-old Beber Vaknin was killed and five people were wounded - one seriously - when their house was hit by a rocket. All the wounded were evacuated to Beersheba’s Soroka Hospital. "After the first rocket landed, people wanted to see what had happened," one of Vaknin’s neighbors told The Jerusalem Post on Saturday night. "He went outside to look around when the rocket hit, and he was killed by the shrapnel. The medics said the shrapnel pierced his heart. " Vaknin was unmarried and held a clerical position in the southern town.

We are told by Time Inc. that the following shot of a 3rd-story "hole in the wall" is from Netivot. Apparently this is the attack that Israel claims took Vaknin's life while he was standing in his doorway across the street. A more logical argument would have Vaknin succumbing to a heart attack, or even a fatal injection into his heart muscle in order to cause death. As a low-key, life-long bachelor with no family nearby, he made for an ideal sacrifice. I'll call it the "hole in the story."

It is impossible to believe that for over three years, from July 2005, according to official Israeli sources, there were no fatalities in Israel due to rocket fire from Gaza, but then suddenly, after Israel launches a massive offensive to eliminate Hamas' ability to fire the rockets, there are clustered four deaths by rockets suddenly traveling twice their previous range! Transparent public relations pablum for the dumbed down goys, and symptomatic of the level to which lies are used to mask the truth.

Rockets fired from Gaza kill 2 Israelis within hour
By Amos Harel and Yanir Yagana, Haaretz Correspondents, Haaretz Service, and Reuters
Two Israelis were killed Monday evening as Gaza militants pelted southern Israel with rockets and mortar shells, as Israel concluded its third day of aerial assaults on the Gaza Strip.

One Israel Defense Forces soldier was killed in a mortar strike in a western Negev base, and another was seriously wounded. Four others were lightly hurt in the attack.

The other fatality occurred when a woman got out of her vehicle when she heard the early warning siren in the city of Ashdod, and sought shelter in a bus stop on the side of the road. She sustained critical shrapnel wounds, and later died. Another passerby who also ducked into the bus stop for shelter suffered serious injuries in the attack.

Three people were lightly hurt in Ashdod, which is situated some 35 kilometers from the Gaza border.
Name of Ashdod Rocket Victim Released
Reported: 00:31 AM - Dec/30/08

So, what do you think the chances are that the old year would not be seen out without finally, a fatality in much besieged Ashdod? And what a becoming, sympathetic victim she was too---just on schedule, a young mother of four to fan the divisive flames of hatred, which with the Jewish law of proportionality translates as one of mine, 400 of yours.

I've come to the conclusion that Jews don't need the rest of us in their play, they literally suck all the oxygen out of the atmosphere as they star as both protagonist and antagonist. Just take a look at this official-ish notice:
(IsraelNN.com) The woman killed in the Grad rocket attack on Ashdod Monday night was 39-year-old Irit Shitrit, a resident of the city.

According to Ynet, Irit and her sister had just finished a fitness workout and were driving home when the Color Red missile alert sounded. Following the instructions given out by security personnel, Irit got out of the car to seek cover when the rocket delivered its fatal blow. Her sister was also seriously wounded.

Their mother said that one of her daughters managed to notify her husband that they had been hit. Irit's husband was already in mourning. His mother died a month ago.
Sounds an awful lot like a private exchange and notification. The death supposedly occurred at a bus stop downtown---about as public a location as could be found. And the serious wounds are what again? And to whom?
From The Yeshiva World:
"Irit Sheetrit HY”D, 39, did the correct thing. She heard the siren, stopped her vehicle and headed to the bus stop for shelter. She was traveling together with her sister. The two spent the day together.

The sirens were heard in Ashdod at shortly after 9:00pm. Irit stopped and together with her sister, ran for cover, realizing they must find shelter. The 122mm Katyusha rocket slammed into the bus stop and she was gravely injured and died en route to Kaplan Hospital in Rechovot. Her sister remains in serious condition."

Here is Irit's sister Aylet at her funeral, belying the seriousness of her condition.

Its really awful to come to the conclusion that every word out of these mouths is a lie. Too bad these Zionist Jews are taking the low karmic road. Because now the game is over. They were always better behind the camera than with the lens trained directly on them. Look through the image archives to see the abundant bad acting.

Now that we have graduated to 'Grad' missiles (I guess that pesky old blockade couldn't keep out those big 122-cm Syrian, or are they Chinese missiles now?) Now the threat is really, really real and I'm really in shock.
"There, next to a bus station, Ashdod resident Irit Shitrit, was killed yesterday by a Grad missile as she ran to find shelter. Netanyahu stood on a hill not far from the deserted bus station. Nothing in the quiet green garden hinted at the horror that had taken place there just a few hours earlier."
Get a better writer for Benjie! You don't have to tell them nothing was out of order in the physical environment! How the hell will they know?

Beber Vaknin
?December 27th, a 58 year old man was killed rocket from Gaza hit his apartment in Netivot.
57-year-old woman who died in Barzilai hospital in Ashkelon,
December 29th, a 27 year old man was killed grad type rocket hit construction site in Ashkelon.
Irit Shitrit of Ashdot
a 38 year old warrant officer was killed by a mortar when it hit a military base near Nahal Oz
One Israel Defense Forces soldier was killed in a mortar strike in a western Negev base

Since December 27, four Israelis have been killed by rocket and mortar fire from Gaza:

Dec 27, 2008 - Beber Vaknin, 58, of Netivot was killed when a rocket fired from Gaza hit an apartment building in Netivot.

Dec 29, 2008 - Hani al-Mahdi, 27, of Aroar, a Beduin settlement in the Negev was killed when a Grad-type missile fired from Gaza exploded at a construction site in Ashkelon. Hamas claimed responsibility for the attack.

Dec 29, 2008 - Irit Sheetrit, 39, of Ashdod was killed and several wounded when a Grad rocket exploded in the center of Ashdod. Hamas claimed responsibility for the attack.

Dec 29, 2008 - Warrant Officer Lutfi Nasraladin, 38, of the Druze town of Daliat el-Carmel was killed by a mortar attack on a military base near Nahal Oz.

1-4-09 Dvir Emanueliof , 22, was killed by mortar shell fragments in an attack against his unit as they were operating in the Jabalya area of Gaza on Sunday.
Israeli Ministry of Foreign Affairs


GAZA CITY, Gaza Strip — A rocket fired by Palestinian militants fell short of its target in Israel on Friday, striking a house in northern Gaza and killing two schoolgirls.

Roni Yechiah, 47. The father of four was killed Wednesday in a Qassam attack on Sderot. Feb. 28, 2008 "Yechiah was the first Israeli killed by a rocket since May, when two died in separate attacks." (Alberto Denkberg)

May 9, 2008 - Jimmy Kedoshim, 48, of Kibbutz Kfar Aza,
was killed by mortar fire from the Gaza Strip while tending his garden.

On Friday afternoon, a mortar bomb struck the front yard of Jimmy Kedoshim's house. Jimmy, who was working in the garden, was killed instantly. His wife, Anna, who had gone inside the house a little while before, was spared.

Kedoshim had been a member of Kibbutz Kfar Aza for over 30 years, to which he first came in 1974 as a member of a youth movement. After completing his army service in the paratroopers, he returned to the kibbutz, married and fathered three children. He was an Israeli national engine-powered paragliding champion, and channeled his love for parachuting into a company that specialized in aerial photography and advertising.

His oldest son, Eyal, said about his father, "Abba (father) died happy. The only thing in life that interested him was the good of the family, and everything he did for the sake of the family was done with a lot of love, openness and cooperation with Ima (mother) and with us, his children."

Jimmy Kedoshim was buried in the Kfar Aza cemetery. He is survived by his wife Anna and their three children: Eyal, Shaked and Stav
BBC Nov. 15, 2006
The 57-year-old woman who died in the rocket strike was taken to Barzilai hospital in Ashkelon, where she succumbed to her wounds, medical officials said.
"They rarely cause death or serious injury, but do cause fear and panic. In all, nine people, all civilians, are thought to have been killed in Israel by Qassam rockets since the first fatalities in June 2004. The last time someone was confirmed to have been killed inside Israel by Palestinian rocket fire was in July 2005."
How odd, A. B. Yehoshua speaking in June 2006 said that no Israelis had died of rocket attack.

May 12, 2008 - Shuli Katz, 69, of Kibbutz Gevaram,
was killed when a Kassam rocket fell a few meters from where she was standing in Moshav Yesha, 15 km (9 miles) east of the Gaza Strip.

Shuli Katz, a nurse by profession, had come with her son to see her sister-in-law, Leora Yunger, who was visiting from abroad. Katz was hit before she had a chance to enter the house.

It happened in an instant. One minute, Leora was in the kitchen, preparing for the long-awaited meeting with her good friend and sister-in-law. Suddenly, the warning siren wailed, there was a loud boom, and her friend lay dying on the ground. Shuli's son, Yariv, who had gone in to check that they were at the right house while his mother got out of the car, stood on the side, stunned and crying.
"[Before May 10th, 2008] The last time an Israeli civilian was killed by cross-border rocket fire was on February 27."

Palestinian rocket kills Israeli (01:28) Report Feb 27 -
A barrage of Palestinian rockets fired from the Gaza Strip has killed one person in Israel and follows the deaths of seven Palestinian militants in the Hamas-controlled territory.

Hamas launched a barrage of rockets at the Jewish state hours after an Israeli air strike killed five members of the Islamist movement's armed wing as they drove through southern Gaza.

Two more militants were killed in a separate air strike in northern Gaza while an eighth Palestinian was shot dead in the West Bank town of Nablus by an undercover Israeli unit.

The mounting violence is overshadowing efforts to kick start peace talks between Israel and President Mahmoud Abbas' Palestinian Authority.
Helen Long reports.

So it seems clear: the deaths didn't start until 2008, when Israelis got extraordinarily unlucky. Or was this the buildup to eventual action? Don't insurance agents do actuary tables of the likelihood of this sort of thing?

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Dresden: Tuesday, February 13, 1945

August Schreitm├╝ller's sculpture "G├╝te" ("Goodness") overlooks the destroyed city.

So how's that religion thing working out for you guys?

The best definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

"It had been decided that the raid would be a so-called double strike, in which a second wave of bombers would attack three hours after the first, just as the rescue teams were trying to put out the fires."[37]

By early morning on 14 February, Ash Wednesday, the center of the city, including its Altstadt, was engulfed in a firestorm, with temperatures peaking at over 1500 °C (2700 °F.) [70]

"Joseph Goebbels, wanted to use it as a pretext for abandonment of the Geneva Conventions on the Western Front. In the end, the only political action the German government took was to exploit it for propaganda purposes." [90]

Even with this, and they didn't abandon the "quaint" Geneva Conventions.

Howard Cowan, an Associated Press war correspondent, filed a story saying that the Allies had resorted to terror bombing.

Churchill subsequently distanced himself from the bombing.[98][103][104] On 28 March, 1945, Churchill, in a memo sent by telegram to General Ismay for the British Chiefs of Staff and the Chief of the Air Staff, wrote:
It seems to me that the moment has come when the question of bombing of German cities simply for the sake of increasing the terror, though under other pretexts, should be reviewed. Otherwise we shall come into control of an utterly ruined land… The destruction of Dresden remains a serious query against the conduct of Allied bombing. I am of the opinion that military objectives must henceforward be more strictly studied in our own interests than that of the enemy.

The Foreign Secretary has spoken to me on this subject, and I feel the need for more precise concentration upon military objectives such as oil and communications behind the immediate battle-zone, rather than on mere acts of terror and wanton destruction, however impressive.[105][106]
Whoever wrote this Wikipedia entry deserves the highest praise. Would that I created work of this caliber.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

More Amateur Drag

This should really help with my credibility issue.

But it proves the principle that the simpler the solution, often the better.

What better than going with some pearls and a pair of sensible pumps, as the late, great Judy Garland? The evening of the day of her funeral, June 27, 1969, was insufferably hot in New York City, according to reports. All the dive bars and dance halls down in the Village had their doors swung open wide to catch a cool breeze, blaring her music from the jukeboxes. Perhaps the loss, and the special quality to her angst, led to the Stonewall riots later that evening.

"He it was that drove the nursing women who were in charge of frenzied Bacchus through the land of Nysa, and they flung their thyrsi on the ground as murderous Lycurgus beat them with his oxgoad."
The Iliad by Homer

Kissing the lizard goodnight.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Vince Cannuscio, Former Supervisor of the Town of Southampton Dies at 66

Cannuscio was diagnosed with cancer of the esophagus in August and died December 6. He served as Southampton Town Supervisor from 1995 through 2001. Those just happened to be exactly the years I was involved in local affairs as a good-government advocate, appearing frequently before his board. The two of us butted heads often. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if a little transference wasn't going on (and I mean in both directions, mind you.)

As he prepared to leave office in 2001, Cannuscio let his hair down in an interview, which was published in the Holiday edition of The Improper Hamptonian. In addition to liberally peppering the piece with 'bullshits,' and 'hells,' Cannuscio vented his frustration at me:
IH: What's the hardest part about being supervisor?

VC: The hardest thing about holding political office is trying to do the right thing. You get people up there, some of the fiercest critics who treat you like dirt, treat you like you have ulterior motives, treat you like you're an absolute idiot. You know they are wrong but they keep hammering away and it wears at your psyche.

IH: If that's the case, how do you get out of bed in the morning?

VC: I have a clear conscience. I know I have tried my hardest every day. They are the minority. That's another thing, they get tremendous presence in The Press. Steve Welch is a guy who has gone over the line at times and made slanderous remarks. I did a search on how many letters to the editor (in The Press) he had written in a five-year period. He's written over 100 letters. He's a columnist. The guy who is agreeing to publish that letter does not know if that stuff is true or false. Some of that stuff should have given rise to some question by the editor and publisher whether they should have been published. It's hard for an elected official to challenge it. You have to get a lawyer. You have to pay the bill. In a way you are better off by forgetting about it and saying that it is part of the political give-and-take and freedom of speech. That is what I have done.
That's hard to read now, even excusing the level of methinks-he-doth-protest-too-much. I certainly didn't try to make him feel stupid. He was the one with the dulcet tones and the good hair. In my comments before the board I would often go forward, "on a wing and a prayer," since errant information could elicit a forced response. But in my writing I was very rigorous and precise.

I remember one time when we fought over a politically connected, but wanton bar use called the Boardy Barn, in his hometown hamlet of Hampton Bays. I told him it was giving the whole community a bad rap---if fact, it gave rise to a nickname: Hump Them Babes. Cannuscio jumped up, "you are foul, I've never heard that! Shame on you! You are Mr. Venom of Southampton Town!" (But he then went on record for the first time as opposing the use.)

I replied, "No shame on you, Mr. Cannuscio! To see young girls staggering along the highway with vomit in their hair and their skirts hiked up, waiting to be struck and killed! Shame on you!"

When I found out that the Boardy Barn yearly purchased a full-page ad in the Hampton Bays high-school annual, I wrote a damaging letter about it to the press. An informant told me later about an after-hours scene of drunken men pounding their fists rhythmically in unison on the bar while shouting, "Kill Him! Kill Him! Kill Him!"---all about little old me.

I have to thank Vince and Company for the tutorial those years provided. Like the episode when $5,000 out of a purported $100,000 changed hands, regarding a proposed cell phone tower, but the jury couldn't decide if it was a bribe solicited, or a payoff extended, thus absolving all involved of guilt. In 2002, Cannuscio founded Beacon Wireless, a company that develops cellular communications towers.

But I owe his personal assistant from those years, Linda Kabot, a public apology. She went on to be elected our current Southampton town supervisor. They say of her, "ask her the time and she'll tell you how to make a watch," which is not criticism coming from me.

Kabot was attending a fund raiser on a bay-side deck in Westhampton Beach on the night of July 17, 1996. Before her years working in government jobs, she was a semi-professional wedding photographer. This is how I put it in a letter to the editor at the time:
The Republican candidates for supervisor and Town Board are using a metaphor, “The Home Team,” in newspaper ads that seek voter support for their lockstep slate. In the weeks following the disaster at the World Trade Center, the Republican ads also included the phrase “United We Stand,” an evocation of the widespread feelings of patriotism sweeping the country. This is not the first time some Republicans have tried to capitalize on a national tragedy.

After the TWA Flight 800 disaster, Linda Kabot, candidate for Town Board, and her husband, Lance, sold a photograph, which Ms. Kabot took, to the television tabloid news show “Hard Copy,” purporting to show a missile coursing skyward. When relatives of the victims denounced the Kabot's as having “no heart,” they promised that proceeds from the sale would go to the Red Cross. To date, Ms. Kabot has not disclosed the details of that charitable gift.

Despite the intense criticism, three months later Ms. Kabot’s attorney “released” the photograph to the Sigma photo agency, where it was resold around the world. When asked then if she had received payment from Sigma, Ms. Kabot said, “That’s not something I would comment on.”

This opportunistic act is in keeping with both Ms. Kabot’s record and the record of her running mate Ann LaWall. Neither candidate has any conspicuous public record of volunteer, community service or pro bono work. Both Ms. LaWall and Ms. Kabot have been well paid as they gathered experience attending Town Board meetings—Ms. Kabot earned $50,000 this year as Vincent Cannuscio’s confidential secretary.

That a public servant like Ms. Kabot would chose to benefit from disaster speaks to her character and judgment. Ms. LaWall’s work over the years as advocate, lobbyist and Town Hall “facilitator” for business and special interests has never been in the public interest nor has it been given freely. In a recent debate, supervisor candidate Patrick “Skip” Heaney referred to Ms. Kabot and Ms. LaWall as his “tools.” Voters should remember to support individuals based on merit and not “tools” or “teams.”
Mr. Welch is a member of the Southampton Town Democratic Committee—Ed.

Can you hear my resentment at my unpaid status? But I could never have conceptualized that not only was she right, she was justified! That a missile, in fact, did course skyward, not only that but the story we were told about the jetliner, after exploding due to static electricity in the gas tank, broke apart, but continued to climb upward for 1000 feet or more, which is the official story, is simply a crock of total FBI bullshit.

Linda---I'm sorry to have been SO wrong. That funny letter that Vince wrote, which your husband signed, defending your honor, wasn't nearly strong enough in rebuttal. May I never say another thing with great assurance again for as long as I shall live! I'd offer to undergo le grande knot, but you know I'd enjoy it too much. Peace. Right makes might!


This is not going to please are empty at all! I think by tacking it on down here, at least I show a certain becoming modesty.

This article was a set-up hatchet job by the political reporter for The Southampton Press, Donna Giancontieri, who segued soon after from journalism into a role as the personal assistent to the replacement town supervisor. Her anonymous quotes about my being "un-informed" or "a liar" are at odds with her gushing depiction of how I did my research, professionally organizing so much information.

However, her agenda was spoiled by the chance superb color photograph which ran on page one below the fold. If I were to project an image intentionally, one at a photogenic poundage, with attached "meaning," I think this image sends the right signal. I haven't dared to post it until now, when it can hopefully serve a larger purpose with the passing of Vince Cannuscio. The moral? Vince was rather a dear man, but a complete fraud. A politician adept at facades behind which sat the true agenda, where he spent his energy, deceitfully robbing the body politic blind. Sorry Cannuscio family.

My follow-up letter was a paragon of diplomacy, as I tidied up the facts. Looking back, I must say, my work holds up very well. I hope that will hold true with my present endeavors. Because venom? They never saw VENOM like we see it now!

An email arrived yesterday. How self-centered the world is! Mike must not have dipped too deeply into StevenWarRanLand. It is so not about him. But I guess, all politics is local. He can rest assured though---I won't disparage his deceased father again. And I shall continue on with my wing and a prayer regardless. The truth is, the apple doesn't fall far from the Barn.
Mr. Welch:
When I began reading your blog post, I was hopeful that there would be a positive theme to it. Possibly a scenario where you and my father disagreed on many matters 10+ years ago but you made peace with one another after my dad left office and you both found a bit of respect for one another. That clearly was not the case with your post. The piece that you wrote is likely a testament to your character. When a man dies he is no longer able to defend his character. You chose to disparage my father's reputation and character one last time (hopefully) with no opportunity for a response from him. I have no idea who you are, however, I get a very clear impression of the type of person you are and how you live your life.
My father was a good, hardworking man who left this world 7 days ago with a wife, four children and eight grandchildren. At one stage of his life he chose to dedicate himself to public service. My dad enjoyed his service to the town. I wish that he was around to address your piece but sadly he is not. I don't know what prompted you to write your piece. I guess you saw your opportunity to have the last word in your one-sided battle with my dad.
If you intend to continue with your hobby of attacking public servants - both living and dead- I suggest that you improve (or start) your fact checking and refrain from publishing commentary "on a wing and a prayer."
Mike Cannuscio

Monday, December 01, 2008


Someone named are empty---and I guess that's what she's running on---is complaining that I post too many pictures of myself online. She cites a number of 70 or so.

That made me think of this poem by Shelley that I found it posted on line recently---not having studied poetry in school. The special message it carried to the adult me, made me recognize the site where I stumbled on it as that of a fellow traveler. It is so utterly clear to see a friend from a not-friend now. I've never met are empty so I don't know what she is, or whether she's a she even. I'll focus on posting more pictures of friends in the future---with or without me---because that's good advice.


I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.[1]

This is the actual colossal fragment that inspired Shelley's poem. It is in Room 4 of the British Museum. I don't know the dimensions since I've never visited, but it is huge. Ozymandias represents a transliteration into Greek of a part of Ramesses' throne name, User-maat-re Setep-en-re.

British Museum, Egyptian Sculpture, Colossal Bust of Ramesses II ‘Younger Memnon’ (1250 BC)

I just remembered something a woman said to me once and it sent a chill through me. She was the first wife of an international billionaire---make that the only wife, at the time she said it. Even though they had about fifteen properties all across the globe---most developed in the $100+ million range---he still liked to go out, and she didn't. She asked me once, "Why would I want to go out and be with people who just want what I have?"

She meant that literally---as in everybody. Like a high percentage of the super, super rich, she's wound up spending all of her time with people she employs. He on the other hand, went out and never came back.