Saturday, October 22, 2011
A female mafia kingpin?
Sunday, October 18, 2009
the organization which named me first
More than this is difficult to say.
Friday, October 16, 2009
A mystery guest who knows my English ancestry--what they need to know
I didn't feign from taking their assault. I was a target because I was homeless, sleeping on a bus bench, in the middle of the night. After seveal minutes they were unable to beat me, though I took a blow. Under cover of night they could have killed me. As a homeless, no one would have investigated. But as the winner, because I walked away without fear, and their intent was totally thwarted, I gained the respect of Santa Cruz youth--one of them came to me after the fight, when I told the kicker that I was unhurt, shaking my hand and said, "Welcome to Santa Cruz!" despite the lingering presence of the attackers. I believe the movie trilogy, "Karate Kid" is a spinoff of this fight, which I am unabashedly proud of, as the portrayal of the central character is quite glamorous, and his teacher quite wise.
I feel confident I have acted in good faith to my performance in the fight, and have made it pay off in social terms by enabling me to be tapped by the Chicago Mafia as a kingpin, a distinction that is rare in anyone's book, regardless of all the unsavory preceding events of mental breakdown and loss of home, and the failures in astronomy and architecture. I am advancing on several fronts as I write, as a recognized king of Chicago.
The mystery guest needs to check these claims out. Much potential is being wasted by their continuing refusal to admit me to national renown, which I believe is their territorial pleasure. None of the groups that have indicated they are following me is able to bring renown without some assurances of backup by the mystery guest.
I believe it is a matter of honor, but also of impact, denied. I refuse to allow my claims to be described as vanity, for which reason I go on at length when I describe my distinctions, to reassure the audience that I am basically a humble guy who just happened to be confronted with great odds, and became a champion most reluctantly, but refuses not to serve as requested in response to these distinctions, and finds the lack of cooperation of the mystery guest quite irksome, but how would they know about the fight in Santa Cruz unless I told them and they checked it out.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Dave Ristau in the seventh grade
Dave Ristau was a student in my honors English class in the seventh grade. He was one of the top gangsters in the school at that time. How could he get into an honors class?
Very simple, if you'll permit me a little speculative license.
I was known as promising. Little was it known just how promising i was. The Italian mafia knew exactly how promising i was. They wanted a piece of my action.
When JFK was assassinated it happened during honors English class and Dave Ristau was in the back watching me. The mob had JFK assassinated. The mob was going to ride me to the presidency.
Well it didn't happen. Instead, i beat them at their own game and became kingpin, taking Obama to the White House on my coattails. So now they have to accept the black race as equals. I don't think all of them like it. They will have to adjust.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
VISA credit card endorsement
I also have a Mastercard for business.
Monday, December 8, 2008
opposition to my actions as First of Chicago's Mafia
This in no way lessens the reasonableness, from its own point of view, of any particular position of opposition to my actions as first, but neither does it substantiate such opposition. Furthermore, the opposition is not expected to diminish just because it gets my blessings, as a certain perspective might put it. But also it may happen that the drag on me of opposition stops being so aggravating as it was before, when I took it as something in need of attention down to the most minute detail.
This development comes in parallel with continuing progress in my home bureau on some major quantitative work which has been slowed up considerably by the opposition of poor comprehension, a condition which seems, with successive rounds of discovery of better ways to express the work, to be, possibly entirely, caused by departures from perfectly expressive form, this being my own responsibility. The perception of the work is rife with imperfections of logic, my own closely held logic and the logic held somewhat less closely which may be more proprietary to the greater universe in which I operate, a universe not normally seen in so personal a way by those who are not mentally ill. It must correspondingly be pointed out, however it may seem that this is an admission of my having pathological symptoms of mental illness, that the work I have done enables me to say that these less closely held logical phenomena have been brought considerably closer and under better control, as a result of my complete theory of mental illness, as partially revealed in the obelisk statement (update: obelisk now removed.) in the sidebar. This is a vast subject and I am not about to leap into it at this time.
