I’m only posting this because I like The Guess Who’s Music, Burton Cummings, and the only “Canadian” (full of Americans) hockey team playing right now in the Stanley Cup playoffs.
Add that to my basic credo that all promoted major media stories are somewhat or totally fabricated, especially those that feature celebutards, and we have an investigation.
His rambling post about a car crash, leaving facespook because of trolls, a trial he was excused from if he sang the American anthem, needing therapy after a crash, a post crash photo that shows nothing – amusing to say the least – and his excuse for not being able to sing the anthem at the hockey game!
These singers, these celebrities are always good for drama, and entertain us on so many levels to keep us distracted.
Currently recovering and healing from a very bad auto accident which happened on Sunday, Mother’s Day, about 5:40 pm. I was summoned to Los Angeles for jury duty beginning the week of May 7th and reported later that week. Due to the Winnipeg Jets’ playoff status right now, the judge was kind enough to dismiss me from a trial for which I had already been OFFICIALLY SELECTED as a juror. It is a medical malpractice trial which will go on probably until basically the end of May. While I was still hoping to make it to Winnipeg to sing the anthems at a later game, I explained my situation to the judge and the very day the trial was beginning, he was kind enough to dismiss me…on one condition…that I sing the Star Spangled Banner right there in the courtroom in front of his honour, the jurors, the lawyers, and both the plaintiff and the defendant. Having had a malpractice nightmare personally some years ago with my throat situation, I didn’t feel proper to be participating in a medical malpractice trial, but that alone did not dismiss me. The judge basically did me a huge favour. Sunday afternoon, I was on my way to Fry’s Electronics on Canoga and I was hit by a guy who ran right through a red light. My car is totalled. I suffered a concussion as my head cracked my front windshield. I have cuts and serious bruising on both arms, and my left leg is very painful. Also, intense back pain. I need some serious healing time and won’t be able to fly right away. Now, unless the jets continue on for a while, I might not be able to make it to Winnipeg to sing the anthems and cheer the Jets onward. I’ve followed their rise to the semi finals with great joy and pride. This accident has come at an extremely bad time for me…for more than just one reason.
With my current pain and aftershock nervousness I’m in no condition to deal with all the venom here on line. It would be crushing at the best of times, but right now, in the condition in which I find myself, it’s just impossible to deal with. I’m through with social media for the most part. After a while it becomes a pissing contest, a race for the inside track, and basically it’s all disgusting. For years I truly enjoyed the “late night ramblings” and communicating with followers all over the world. I enjoyed the 3D photo library, telling the stories of the early days, the “biology classes” concerning some of Earth’s strangest creatures, the poetry postings and all the rest of it…now, in May of 2018, the joy has been painfully extracted from all of that…it only takes a few poison people to ruin things for a lot of nice folks…and that’s precisely what has happened.
Some people have their own idea of what my personal life should be, and in their convoluted agendas, I’m all wrong in the way I’m living.
Any leader that hints at sharing the wealth and helping the people will be targeted.
In Toronto, we had Jack Layton and Rob Ford actors that were similarly removed from the public scene.
These are my favorite type of posts. Good job Mark!
I think this is a widely-used model, not only in remote places like Chile, but in the United States as well. We saw John F. Kennedy, Robert F. Kennedy, Martin Luther King and John Lennon all idealized, lionized, and then, like Allende, assassinated. All of these assassinations were fake, we now know. That is not the point – each man was but a scoundrel used to raise up our hopes for meaningful change and then to crush that hope.
That, to me, is the meaning of 9/11/73 – crushing hope. It is a common treatment used everywhere to control us, keep us in chains.
but for some readers the subtext ofA Brief History of Timewas a human interest story about a genius who overcame his disability. Multiple reviews from the time touch on this. Hawking said in the Journal that it probably helped sales, but he signaled he was uneasy with such a reading.
Hawking and others have long joked that many people purchased his book because it made them look smart but never bothered to read it. “He agreed that the book, Brief History of Time, was probably the least-read, most-bought book ever,”
I think this video is recent. Not sure what’s more disturbing – watching Fox shake and roll or Jane Pauley’s facial expressions and annoying interviewing technique. Fox appears unshaven and disheveled.
Towards the end, Fox is among alleged Parkinson victims. As expected, he’s doing the most movement.
Like Stephen Hawking, Fox has outlasted most diagnosed patients.
Even though the numbers are marked with spookery (11), I think the idea is right. Dying (while on top – and promoting your upcoming death for a couple of years beforehand) is great for business.
TORONTO — Fans of the Tragically Hip flocked to the band’s music as they mourned the death of singer Gord Downie, which drove a huge boost in sales, streams and radio play.
Eleven albums by the Kingston, Ont., rockers climbed onto the Billboard Canadian Albums chart for the week that ended Oct. 19. It was the previous day that Downie’s family announced the Hip frontman had died.
Overall sales for the band’s catalogue spiked 1,000%, rising to a combined 11,000 equivalent units from 1,000 units the previous week. The chart is tallied by Nielsen Music and is based on both physical and digital sales along with a calculation of on-demand streams.
I wish they timed this death better – if it’s not as we are told. Vegas owns the media right now, so this amazing rocker deserved a few days of his own.
Tom Petty, an old-fashioned rock superstar and everyman who drew upon the Byrds, the Beatles and other bands he worshipped as a boy and produced new classics such as Free Fallin,’ Refugee and American Girl, has died. He was 66.
It’s been 40 years – and this is still one of my favorite concerts of all time.
The power of celebrity has never had a better example than Elvis to this day.
I have little doubt that as Elvis slid down into playing local state fairs, they figured this most manipulated figure was worth more “dead” than alive. Boy were they right. As usual, they made up a story that defies logic and made him look like a model of debauchery. I doubt he was, although his last TV special didn’t showed an out of shape, slurring singer (I still enjoy the show below though).
Learn how to kill yourself in room 1136 (9/11) with these easy to understand pictures.
If anyone still believes that this was anything other than a staged event then they are sadly mistaken.
New details released by Detroit officials Tuesday under the Freedom of Information Act shed additional light on what happened the night rock star Chris Cornell hanged himself inside Room 1136 of the MGM Grand Casino Hotel.
I didn’t watch the Helen Keller movie, but I did see the movie Black. The possibility of getting through to such asensual people seems highly improbable, except for maybe in fantasy land. Is this story a fraud? Is this a medical celebrity story? Worth the question.