The Grow Beast Sheet Cheat Part 2: EggNiter

"The material elements of reality, the things we feel, are produced entirely by Sound. Sound, as tone and rhythm, produces all material phenomena, right down to the sub-atomic level."

Mark LeClair 

How did Finnegans Wake SOUND to James Joyce?  Not just musically, but more completely, how did Finnegans Wake sound when the expression and comprehension of the text were explicitly merged as one, as they most likely were in the mental matrix of Joyce's brain, the creator?  We will never know.

Achieving that elusive alchemical marriage of expression and comprehension of Joyce's intention would represent a truly great work, and if achieved should, in my personal opinion, ignite the lightning of an eleventh viconian thunder.  But thankfully Joyce doesn't have a monopoly on thunder.

I have compared Lenny Bruce to James Joyce, because in my opinion, Bruce is communicating in a language and style somewhere between Ulysses and Finnegans Wake.  He is performing Joyce's act on stage, live, in front of an audience.

"You're laughin' and you don't even know what you're laughin' about! It's 'cause I'm funny, stupid.  I don't have to tell jokes - I could just keep sayin', "I'll call you in an hour - BACK!! Get it?!" And you'd keep laughing! You know why? You're a moron!"

Andrew Dice Clay

Bruce didn't become the highest paid comic in the country for no reason:  when he was on stage, the people laughed, and drank.  And drank.  And laughed.  I don't know how much people remembered the next day, or how much of The Material they even caught while he performed, but it didn't much matter in the dollars and sense logic of Show Business:  comprehension of Bruce's material wasn't as important as the energy of the room, the experience of the customer, and the bottom line of the cash register.  

Below is a transcript I made of a Lenny Bruce performance, a transcript that took 30 plus hours to get down as accurately as possible on paper.  I have no idea how this would have been possible without the use of a computer.  Transcribing this from the vinyl LP would have required many more hours, and shredded the vinyl in the process.

What we will attempt to do here is to isolate pure SOUND, the type of SOUND that was lost forever when James Joyce died.  The type of SOUND that is the substance of creation itself.

To do this, we will have to read this transcript at least once a month for the next 18 months, and then after 18 months, and only then, listen to the available audio recording.  In this way we insure that our perception of the SOUND is not compromised by cognitive dissonance, which is best illustrated by the dissonance confronted when attempting to read Finnegans Wake for the first time.

But 18 months?  

Yes.  Really.  

The thing about alchemy that modern man forgets is that it requires very unpopular ingredients:  work, patience, trust, doubt, time, doubt, doubt, doubt.  These are absolutely essential.  For example, to fully appreciate The Kubrick Transformer (or even Kubrick himself) these are all essential requirements (this is why I no longer send people the DVD of the edited Kubrick Transformer; convenience cheapens the experience, and only those who build it themselves ever really get the desired result, and only those completely obsessed with Kubrick and Pink Floyd will ever take the time to build it).

Why do we read it a minimum of once a month for 18 months?  We want to upload the text into our brain as completely as possible.  The text is our Material, the brain is our Cauldron.  We want to give the Material a chance to infect every nook and cranny of the Cauldron, this means our waking mind, our dreaming mind, our day dreaming mind, and all the space in between.  We want to repeat the Material in a routine of our own style.  We want to imagine other people performing the Material in their own style (how would Richard Pryor perform the material, George Carlin, Bill Hicks, Dane Cook, Bill Clinton, John F. Kennedy, Gandhi, Martin Luther King, etc).  We want to perform the Material out loud, alone in a room, and in front of people.  We want to understand as best as possible what it is that Bruce is trying to communicate with the Material.  We want to know the definition of every word he uses, every cultural reference he uses.  We want to eliminate any and all blind spots.  We want to know the Material backwards and forwards, as much as humanly possible save for one incredibly vital, invisible component: the SOUND.  

Just consider that since 1941, this is what everyone has been doing with the text of Finnegans Wake, yet there is no chance of hearing the SOUND.

So why am I referring to this as alchemy?  The experience of SOUND becomes our pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.  We are attempting to extract the pure gold embedded in this text.  We know that that pot of gold is waiting for us, but its value, its purity, and the amount is entirely dependent on the level of our personal investment.  We could read the transcript once, and listen to the actual recording immediately after, but that wouldn't hold the value of reading the transcript twice and  listening to the recording.  The impact will not be the same, the isolation will not be as complete.  Take this to an absurd level, 18 months of study and dissection, and I trust you get the picture.

I have isolated certain words, references and linked them to sources that will help clarify their meaning, intention.  These links do not represent the totality of information one can extract.

The Material
--transcribed from Lenny Bruce: The Berkeley Concert

Thank you, thank you, thank you.  

Hahahaha, you like this?  Be weird I have no pants on…

The ecumenical council has given the Pope permission to become a nun…just on Friday's.

I can't work with this thing..it's a…isn't that funny?  Backstage I really loved it and I fooled around with it, but I can't it's too…uh…I'll work around it.

Does it look religious?  It looks sorta religious….

Yeah, heh heh…that's it.  That's faith and goodness.  And veneer.

There's more Churches, and people that work for the Church then I think there are eh, courthouses.  And Judges.  So actually what it is, Catholicism is like Howard Johnson, and what they have are these franchises, and they give all these people different franchises in the different countries and they have one government and when you buy the Howard Johnson franchise, you can apply it to the geography, whatever's cool for that area.  And then you pay the bread to the Main Office, and you have to keep a certain standard.  Which is cool.  But it is definitely a government by itself, and I think that's what we're doing in Vietnam.  Because the Communists are a threat to those jobs.  That's where it's at, and I think that's what it's always been, that those two factions are always bitchin' and fighting with each other, and so actually we have the Catholic government inside our government, and they have this bitch with the Communists because they're always fighting over the work, you know, and when they take over they do them out of a gig, so what happens is that…because Catholicism is here, and the people who work for it are Here.  And that's another big problem,  the people can't separate the authority and the people who have the authority vested in them.  I think you see that a lot in the demonstrations, because actually the people are demonstrating not against Vietnam, they're demonstrating against the Police Department.  Actually against police men, because they have that concept of the law that the law and the law enforcement are one, and it started:

"So we'll have to have some rules, that's how the law starts, out of the facts, let's see.  I'll tell you what we'll do, we'll have a vote:  we'll sleep in Area A, is that cool?  Ok good.  We'll eat in Area B, good?  Good.  We'll throw our crap in Area C.  So everything went along pretty cool, everyone is very happy.  One night everybody is sleeping, a guy woke up pow got a face full of crap, and said, "Hey what's the deal here, I thought we had a rule?  Eat.  Sleep.  And crap.   And uh, I was sleeping and I got a face full of crap.  So they said, well, ah, the rule is substantive.  That's, see, that's what the 14th Amendment is, it regulates the rights, but it doesn't do anything about it, it just says that's where it's at.  We'll have to do something to enforce the provisions, to give it some teeth.  Here's the deal, if anybody throws any crap on us, while we're sleeping, they get thrown in the craphouse.  Agreed?  Guy goes, "Well, everybody?"  Yeah.  "But what about if it's my Mother?"  You don't understand, your Mother will be the fact, it has nothing to do with it, it's just a rule.  eat, sleep, and crap, anybody throws any crap on us they get thrown right in the crap house.  Your Mother doesn't enter into it, everybody's mother gets thrown in the craphouse.  Priest, Rabbi's, they all go.  Agreed?  Ok, agreed.  Ok, now going along very cool, guy sleeping, pow he got a face full of crap.  Now he wakes up he sees he's all alone this guy, and he looks and everyone is having a big party.  He says "Hey!  What's the deal I thought we had a rule?  Eat, sleep and crap, and you just threw a face full of crap on me.  He says "Oh it's a religious holiday!  And, uh, we told you many times that you were going to live your indecent life and sleep all day you deserve to be thrown crap on you while you're sleeping, and the guy said "bull shit".  A rule's a rule and this guy started to separate the Church and the State right down the middle pow.  Here's the Church rule and here's the federalist rule.  Ok, everything going along very cool, and guy said, "Wait a minute, although we made the rule and…how we gonna get somebody to throw somebody in the craphouse?  We need somebody to enforce it.  Law Enforcement.  Ok, now they put the sign up on the wall WANTED LAW ENFORCEMENT, and guys apply for the job.  "Look, here's our problem, see we're trying to get some sleep and people keep throwing crap on us.  Now we want someone to throw them right in the craphouse, and I'm delegated to doing the hiring here, and, so, here's what the job is…They won't go in the craphouse by themselves, and we all agreed on the rule now, and we firmed it up, so there's nobody get's out of it, everybody's vulnerable they get thrown right in the craphouse, but you see, I can't do it cause I do business with these assholes and it looks bad for me, you know…So I want somebody to do it for me, ya know, so I tell you what, here's a stick and a gun and you do it.  But wait til I'm out of the room, and whenever it happens see I'll wait back here and watch you know, and you make sure you kick em in the ass and throw them in there.  Now, you'll hear me say a lot of times that it takes a certain kind of mentality to do that work you know and all that bullshit, but you understand that's all horseshit, just kick em in the ass and make sure that it's done.  So it happens that…Now comes the riot, or the marches, and everybody's wailing and blopblopblopblop.  And you got a cop there who's standing with a shortsleeve shirt on and a stick in his hand, and the people are yelling Gestapo! at him!  Gestapo?  You asshole, I'm the mailman!  Gestapo!?  Now.  What it is, I think that the people really want to beat the devil.  Where that started was with the early, early missionaries.  I think that they didn't really…that's why the people never could really separate the authority and the people with the authority vested in them.   Because, you know with the savages they would teach them the religion, and after the speech the savage would go, "Well, are you God?"

"Well, no…but heh heh, what the hell, you know…well, just never mind that, and eh, I can do you a favor, you do me a favor that's all and, I think that's the hang up in our country right now, is that, cause you always hear that kind of story about the peace officer who pulled the speeder over and the speeder turned out to be the governor, and he had the audacity to give him a ticket.  So the fact that the people repeat that story, so much, that means the people don't believe that the governor could ever get a ticket, man.  So then it's just the degree of the law that the governor could break.  That means he can kick you in the ass, but it's bullshit, it's really not that way, cause everybody's vulnerable, yeah everybody's ass is up for grabs.  It's really a groovy, eh….groovy system, and I think that, well the problem I had a long time of understanding the law is because of the language in the law and the fact that instead of taking each word and finding out the case that the word related to, once when I get lazy, and I would apply common sense.  And then I got really screwed up.  That's really weird, I went to the Supreme Court three times trying to get a writ of mandamus, and they kept sending it back, the clerk, they kept saying what the language said append the copy of order in respect of which the writ is sought.  And I keep sending this copy of the lower court, they keep sending me back  in respect of which the writ is sought.  Then I dug, in respect of which,  They use the word "of" like I use the word "to".  And 'respect of' means this kind of respect.  In respect "of it".  So what they wanted, the Supreme Court, we want our judgement that these cats should respect us.  now the Supreme Court, right now there's some bullshit now with obscenity .  There's an obscenity circus that's been going on for five years.  And I think, I really can't believe that it's not settled yet.  An illiterate view of the law is that, what's obscene is dirty screwing and fancy screwing.  If a guy can tear off a piece of ass with class, then he's cool.  But if the author depicts factory workers, who are not expertise with stag shows, then it's obscene.  Which is just nonsense.  A lot of the confusion maybe with the obscenity laws is this: it's that, the judges who are confused just didn't read.  here's how it works: if a guy get's busted, see, and he raises a federal question and the appellate court answers it, that answer is mine, and yours.  That's equal protection from the law that decision, that one court.  So in 1933 when a judge got Ulysses trying to come in the country, you dig, and the customs and tariff people said uh-uh, you can't bring that book in, you can't come in the country, it's obscene.  So these people said, no we want the book to come in and we want to knock of the injunction to restrain and they move forward.  The judge said ok I'm gonna read the book, but I'm not gonna apply this Hickman rule anymore.   The Hickman rule says that, uh, we should judge this book by the part, the portion of it, to the guy who gets horniest, quickest.  The most corruptible mind in the community. I think, said this judge, we should apply to the average man, the reasonable man, the man with the normal, average sex instincts.  To that cat.  Then they add the balance, contemporary, to his average age, so to the guy, the average sex instincts, to his average age, his society, that's all attested.  So that means that that rule, when any judge has to judge any work, he always has to apply that rule first, and that was cool.  Now goes, they said, well we better narrow it, because what's happened here is that their's a lot of works of art, that may get people horny, and there's a Los Angeles ordinance now in 1961 this guy got busted behind, and the judge said "I don't need any art critics, I know what's obscene."  But the judge didn't know in that local court that that wasn't the question this guy was asking.  He said this ordinance is unconstitutional because it doesn't have knowingly in it, and that's the principle of the whole American law system, your intent.  So how could I know it schmuck when these people told me in the book jacket that this is art.  So it, doesn't, the intent has to be there.  So the lower court said bullshit, and the Supreme Court said bullshit to the lower court.   And that's when I started getting into trouble.  Because from '61 on came the argument between petulant lower court judges and the Supreme Court and spoiled rotten D.A.'s.  When they lost the case…the city attorney in Los Angeles, every time he'd lose in Washington, I'd get my ass kicked when he got home.  Just bitchin', bitchin', bitchin', and still freed the Supreme Court, they keep movin' ahead, movie' ahead, their gonna do it their way.  Now comes the California legislature, 1961.  And the legislature here are geniuses and they came up with some kappa words.  They said, what's the sense of making the artistic merit of a work the defense to a prosecution?  Because after the guy's busted his ass is in jail.  Then he has to defend himself.  Let's take it out of the defense to a prosecution move it to an element of the offense.  Now it's a crime to be utterly without artistic merit.  That means the guy who makes the complaint the burden is on his ass, to prove it.  He's got to schlep up 50,000 art critics.  And after they, if they would accomplish that…You know a lot of people say, well jeez, can't you find anything that's obscene, is there nothing obscene?  Why we have this desperate need for it now is so many lawyers lost their ass on it, that it seems only right that we should have it.  I mean, can you tell me nobody can commit treason?  I mean Christ, then to you nothing's treasonous.  No it's very tough, it's very tough to stop the information, that's where it's all it's at.  Because the word the guy says is of no consequence.  What the Constitution forbids is any bar to the communication system.   They want nobody to abridge the right to say it one time, and one time to hear it.  Nothin in the middle, nobody to tell you before hand that this isn't too cool, because the information makes the country strong.  A knowledge of syphillis is not an instruction to get it.  And only if the country can know about…that's why the Church and the State have to be separated all the time because the Church only wants a certain kind of information from their government, but since we have a lot churches and a lot of different people in this country, we gotta know about all the bad, bad shit, the worst of everything.  The knowledge of it to be protected against it.  Because if you don't have a knowledge of it, and you just know about the good, and they just let the good come through, seeping through what they think is good, you end up like Hitler, cause he really got screwed around by that.  He kept saying, "Am I doing it right?"   "You're doing great, they love you."  "Don't bullshit, they don't like me" "They love you, don't listen to those liars.  Kill him, who said that?"  You really gotta separate the judicial, executive, and the legislative…and the most dangerous department, just the department itself, is the police, the District Attorney.  Not the man, but the department is very dangerous for him. Cause it will gobble him up, and the whole reason for the Constitution was that there was like one King, he was the executioner of everything.  So they said how we'll do it now we'll really make it safe, we vote on the rule, eat, sleep and crap, that'll be the law constant, then if anybody busts us for eat, sleep, and crap, breaking the rule, they have to go first to the judge, the judge has to look up the book, and then he'll make a round robin.  Otherwise, no one guy.  What happens, two hundred dollar police undercover girl investigation.  Two hundred dollar call girls.  Now there was no warrant for search.  Now the Fourth Amendment and all those things because of a bad kiss ass newspaper have been turning into protection for thieves, but it's not.  It's to protect the executive branch from becoming thieves.  Because what happens, without judicial superintendents, in other words, if, if the executive branch can make any inquiry at all without a judge signing it, then he can go the whore house every night, and he can spend two hundred bucks a night getting laid every night and when he gets caught, "What are you doing?"  "I'm investigating."

But if he's got a whore house warrant for search, then there's no bullshit.  Then when the crap rule comes in, you, you, you, you, and you, no I'm investigating, there it is, cool.  Describes particularly what I was searching for, what the complaint was.  Because what happens is that you've… the money spent on a two month undercover investigation of hookers…maybe $15,000 dollars,, no when you go to court, the whore is on the stand she's not gonna say she got $15,000, she's gonna say "I didn't get a nickel!"  Cops gonna say, "Well, what do you expect from whores."  Maybe he didn't get the fifteen grand. And that's where, that's always the desperate need to control vice.  That's what all the bull, that's what all the pornography is.  If you check the records, there's not one citizen that bought a dirty book.  Every case has been initiated by the police department.  So it's not literature they, just, it's a big smokescreen.  There's money spent on those books.  A fortune pissed away.  How many copies of Henry Miller?  And they don't even read em, so it's all bullshit.  Uh, five dollars, ok, three dollars, certificate…then when it really gets dangerous is, see, what happens, it's poor people who, like, get hung up with good and evil, except it's like, right and wrong.  It's like Prohibition.  Chicago is still crippled from that, from the disease of Prohibition.  What happened is that the moralists who thought they were moral didn't realize what was happening, they kept saying "yes keep the Prohibition on"  meanwhile the cops are making bread on gamblers, and nafka's and swinging.  When it's the law out in front, then nobody has any excuse.  No priests can be in a whorehouse, blessing, kissing them, saving them.  No cop can be, no bullshit, everybody's up for grabs, that's it.  Stay out of there, that means everybody, no protecting, no local home rule whores.  My position is that, since the Constitution says that, there has to be judicial superintendents, that there, no peace officer has any place talking to anyone or making any inquiry whatsoever, search warrant is prerequisite to the inquiry.  Because if he's allowed to make any investigation, for a noise even, then he's allowed to make determinations of who looks suspicious, and the only people who look suspicious to Jews are Irish drunks, so it's all bullshit conclusions.  Who could look suspicious?  So we got suspicious looking people, we got Nigger Town, Whore Town, Polack Town, Kike Town.   Yeah, it's ….you can't hear the noise, unless he sees the crime, solid.  Otherwise he can take the police car, and stick in two ex-convicts, friends of his, and say "Look, here's the area that I'm sworn to protect.  We're gonna break in this warehouse and i'll lay outside dead.  We'll haul the shit away in my car, if anyone comes on us, we're investigating, and if we get caught in the interim, we just caught you.  Allright, solid?  Solid.  Well the Sally Stanford thing for christ sake, they had a different gimmick there, the guy was off-duty, he had an off-duty detective agency, so that gave him an excuse to carry a piece.  Yeah, that's really…that's a lot of bread, a lot of money.  What's happening, the crime rate see has disappeared almost, and the task force that we hired, are getting bigger and bigger and bigger.  There's never any layoff in the Police Department.  Well, here's what I think happened to the crime rate.  First thing, the basic need to steal is like for coal, you know, you're hungry, alright, so now the economy is up, so that went disappear-o.  Ok, now there's a second need to break the law was for some sign of, you'd have some status, there'd be some virility.  Ok, the fact that now we have health and safety, give these people analysis, that screwed that in the ass, cause no one wants to be sick.  So as soon as it could be helped, that screwed up that whole scene.  Now there's just nothing left.  Narcotics, now they finished with heroin.  I think in 1951 there was like about seven thousand dope fiends in this state and 50 narcotics officers.  Today there probably about 15,000 narcotics officers and four dope fiends.  1500 nihiling, testing stations, lupometers…and they got four dopey junkies left.  Old time, 1945 hippies.  One guy works for the county, undercover, the other guy works for the Federal heat.  Ok, so finally they went on strike.  "Look we don' use dope anymore, we're tired."  "C'mon out, we're just after the guys who sell it."  "Schmuck!  Don't you remember me, you arrested me last week.  I'm the undercover guy for the Federals."   "Uh, I thought he was the county guy."  it's like Sambo running around the tree.   He works for the Federal, he works for the County.  "Look we're after the guys who sold it to you,ok"  "Nobody sold it to me, I bought it from him, I told ya."  "Um, well we…just point out one of the guys."  "Don't ya know him?  There's four of us, I told ya that."  "Just tell us the names of the guys, cooperate now.  Tell us everybody."  "Ok, he was a Puerto Rican.  He drove a Green Buick."  "Ok, we'll wait for him, ok."  Three days of that schmucky investigation…"Is that him?"  "Well I think it's so an so…I think he was Hawaiian anyway.."  "Ok, don't forget,  if you hear from him."  "Ok, I'll call you the first thing."  Ok, now they finished up with that nonsense, and they says, "Let's see now, we've got all these hospitals, you mean to tell me you guys are going to screw up that rehabilitation program?  You mean to tell me that you're, if you're not using any dope, you certainly know some people that need help."  We don't know anybody, we don't know anybody, please…I can't use anymore dope, I don't like it."  Well, you really are selfish, that's really, you really don't care about anybody but yourself.  You know we have a center to rehabilitate people with 1500 empty beds?"  "I know I'm shitty that way.  I'll try, but…ok."  Ok, so now they've got dangerous drugs.  Now the insanity in that area, is that the reason that Heroin is verboten it's no good for the people.  Its…it destroys the ego.

And the only reason we only get anything done in this country, is that, you wanna be proud of it, and build up to the neighbors, and if the opiate schleps all that away, and the guy goes, the top comment he'll come up with, the guy who builds the building, is "Hey that's cool.." and that's it.  So it's no good.  It's no good for everybody, and that's why it's out.  But that's…the Source is no good.  That's where it goes right to the source.  But dangerous drugs, the connection is Park-Lilly.  It's Olin Mathieson.  The source is not bad for the people, so the only difference between the felon is the guy who can't afford a prescription.  So they legislate against poor people, which is really schmucky.  Marijuana…I don't smoke shit, I'm really glad that  I don't smoke it, I'm really gonna…in five years it'll be legal.  But then no one will smoke it anymore, you'll see.  Most of the law students I know smoke marijuana, that's why it'll be legal. Yeah.  You know what I'd like to investigate?  Zig-Zag Rolling Papers…Yeah, bring the company up on that.  Now we have this report Mr. Zig Zag, certainly it must've been unusual to you that Zig Zag papers have been in business for 16 years and Bugle tobacco has been out of business for five years.  This committee comes to the conclusion that  the people are using your Zig Zag cigarette papers to roll marijuana tobacco in it .  Aww, shit, that's right.  Lot's of it.  Rolling it and smoking it.  You know, I really felt sorry for that cat, what was his name, Wallen….Grand Kleagle cause it's a repeat of the Communist witch hunt.  The fact that the Ku Klux Klan, one guy lynched people, that means that anyone who ever belonged to it and knows about it lynched people, which is bullshit.  So what they do, and it's really….when your ass is on the pan like that I'm sure it's really frightening, especially when they take you…did, they didn't…where did they hold that investigation?  Oh, that's really outrageous then, cause they can't do that, it has to be in the district, he has to be tried by his peers, no matter what, in his district.  Because when you take him out of his district, there's one trauma, cause you take him in a whole different geography, and Southerners are, they're people of the Earth, they don't…they're…it's a different country.  Religious people, and the talk is different then North, and they're rappin' questions at him, and he like hears one out of every ten words.   And he just, is really frightened, just… Dig those schmucks, they're pissed off - "You're really not real Ku Klux Klan, you're not spending the money on rope.  You're having good times with it."  Is that ridiculous?   This poor cat didn't want to admit that he was an American citizen.  He kept saying I refuse, I refuse, I decline, and that asshole Time magazine, really make always make it seem shabby, the Fifth Amendment.  he declined so many times, he mumbled it, and declined, declined.  naturally the cat didn't want to admit anything cause the last time he admitted anything at the Constitutional Convention the carpet baggers screwed his grandaddy ass, that was it, bye-bye, so he's very weary and wary of the North, because he knows it's a whole different scene.  And it's amazing that the Southerner, has no hostility for the Negro, the same way as the court has no hostility for me, they have the hostility for the people that defend me.  That's why they yell all that shit/play drop the nigger, to bug them.  So it's the banner fighting between those two people.  Oh.  Lotta dues.  Lyndon Johnson, they didn't let him talk for the first six months.  It took him six months to learn how to say knee-grow.  Nig-ger-oh.  Ok, let's hear it one more time Lyndon, now…ok, let him pose again, ok..neig-ar-oh…no…can't you say, look, say it quick, knee-gro! like that.  Nigger-oh-oh nigger-oh…I can't help it!  i can't say it that's all!  I can't say nigger-oh, pissin' in bed and everything, stuttering, I cayn't, what the hell, big niggro-oh nahg-raw…let me show em a scar…no no no.  Just say it, and say it, that's it…yeah, he's completely confused.   Well, really, that family is so…that's really…there's a certain kind of non-Jewish look, that, they could pass any test.  They are the biggest non-Jews in the world.  No question they walk right through the line.  The wife with the white flannel satchel, a zipper up the front, with red nail polish…she's beautiful.  She looks at home in a trailer park.  Yeah.   Dig.  There's…here, it's so strange.  Not the people necessarily involved with the religion but the religion itself, Catholicism.  A genius religion.  Three years ago I was wondering, I used to do a bit, four years ago, Religions Incorporated, so my view at that time was here's a rich church, Catholicism, next door is poverty, so it's hypocrisy.  Obvious view,  So I started digging, digging, reading really getting into it, and I realized, the reason for the baroque Church, the grand Church in the poverty neighborhood, is that, what the Church is is a school, it's a method of instruction.  And people who have no understanding, who need instruction, don't know about Philosophy, they can only understand material things.  So a raggedy ass guy won't go into a raggedy ass temple.  "I live in a shithouse, why'd I gotta go in one for?"  But if you show him something nice he can understand then you can instruct him.  So the ecumenical council really are geniuses and they make some tremendous moves.  So I figure there's a group looks to undermind them.  Somebody talked Lyndon Johnson's daughter into converting.  That sent the religion back two-thousand years.  That dress she had on, she looked like a Guatamalen slave.  Real Philomena at the wedding there, with it's, terrible, looked like a National Geographic picture.   He's-uh…yeah he's it's…showin' his scar is beautiful, that's just-uh, that's just  where it's at, he's a shit kicker.  He's just a….Yeah, it's a…it was a mistake.  Yeah, cause the presidency is a very sophist….Kennedy was just, yeah just a genius at organization, a sophisticated man, and sophistication just means knowledge, learning a lot of background there.  And the other guy is, uh….I'd like to get some tapes of those people, what goes on…yeah, that would really be a treat to hear them.  I was just thinking of the guy, you know the picture of Oswald when he got shot.  That's Lyndon Johnson's relationed face to the other guy, with the big, you know that guy with the hat on?  Like a big Texan, "Oh Shit".  To be that obvious, to be able to react, "OHHH EAAHHHUH".  Check out that practice, so you don't get yelled at.  "UHHHH UH  EAAAHHHUH"  You know, why Ruby did it, uh, this is subjective, but….cause he was Jewish, and uh….You know I really wanna…I'd really like to tell you that, I wanna tell Christians that…that….Why I can tell it to you because it's all over now, ya know.  I wouldn't cop out when it was going on, but it's, it is all over now.  Up to about six-seven years ago there was such a difference between Christians and Jews that, but maybe you did know.  But…you…shewww…forget about it, just a line there that was just…And the brotherhood of Christians and Jews was like some fifth column bullshit, I dunno, it was like a phony dummy board.  Yeah, because…No, I don't think so, I don't think the Christians did know it, because only the group that's involved…it's like the defense council knows it because he has a narrow view, where the D.A., he's hung up with a bigger practice, so it's the same with the Jew is hung up with his shit and maybe the Christian…because, uh, when the Christians say, "Oh is he Jewish?  I didn't know, I can't tell when someone's Jewish" I say well that's bullshit.    But he….can't, because he never got hung up with that shit, you now, who is he Jewish, and Jews are very hung up with that all the time.  Why Ruby did it, see…when I was a kid I had a tremendous hostility for Christians my age, the reason I had the hostility is that I had no balls for fighting, and they could duke.  So I disliked them for it, but I admired them for it and there was a tremendous ambivalence all the time of admiring somebody who could do that, you know, and then disliking them for it, and the neighborhood that I came from, there were a lot of Jews so the problem, there wasn't a big big problem, and my elders were not concerned with punching.  But Ruby came from Texas, and a Jew in Texas is a tailor.  What went on in his mind, I'm sure…."If I kill a guy that killed the President, the Christians will go 'Shewww…boy what Balls he had!  We always thought the Jews were chicken shit but look at that.  A Jewish Billy the Kid rode out of the West!'"  And the Christians will hug him and kiss him, and love him, and boy they'll say 'Oh boy he saved everybody'.  But he didn't know that it was just a fantasy….from his grandmother, telling him about the Christians, who punch everybody.   Even the shot was Jewish, the way he held the gun, it was a dopey Jewish way.  Ha ha!  Real d'Artagnan.  He probably went 'nah' too, that means "there" in Jewish, "nah.  Nah"  Yeah, it's…and Belli didn't um…he forgot the geography.  No, it's the same kind of law, it really is in the words, you just have to speak them slower in that area and you have to dress…there's just a few kinda changes, but they don't change the substance of the law, it's like, as good a case as I can have with you, if I pick my nose, although it's not dishonest, it's just  gonna lose it, ya know.  So Belli didn't wear the right suit, because anybody who's suit fits em good in the South looks like a damn pimp.  And he should have known that but the fact that he was offended with the judge chewing tobacco, see, cause that's the natural thing down there.  There was like a dopey picture I saw going around and it said "This is your local Police Department" and it showed some kinda cops in a Southern place, and they were laughing and the guy, oh, smoking a cigar, that's was it.  But that's just the behavior in the Southern court, and the fact that everyone was laughing they don't know that Southerners are just…they're child-like in that area, they're not sophisticated with picture taking.  They see a picture, you smile.  That's why they're always smiling in the pictures , they're not arrogant, but they're just, you're supposed to smile when you take a picture.  And the Northerners are just hipper, they do the cool…So Belli trying to sell those jurors anything, the voir dire must have just broke their balls, you know.  That qualifying must have really got 'em good and crazy, you know you have two days to…whadda ya….yeah any attorneys here forget that, the…If I was an attorney I would grab the…here is here'll be my pitch to the jury.  First place, no qualifying, I pick… no challenges at all.  First jurors come up, there the jurors.  "You jurors, you people think a lot of the community because you vote, and that's why you're jurors.  Give'em all a hundred bucks a piece and get 'em laid, and that's it."  I'd be a terrible Law Professor, "What'd he say at the end there?"  "Give'em a hundred bucks and get 'em laid."  "Professor, can we talk to ya…the conclusion that you made there, give 'em a hundred bucks and get 'em laid"   "Yeah, yeah get 'em laid, it all counts."  "But that don't fit with the beginning of the conversation."   "Well it's all bullshit, you gotta figure round."  "Ah, he's bottled out, get him.."  Yeah, Belli talking to those people, he sounded to that jury like the Southern attorney would sound to Greek-Irish-Italian Northern jurors.  "Look here now Jurors, I like Italian people, that's first off, I see we got some Italian people here by the…I'm gonna take you, a little story now, this buck nigger and this Jew boy wahhhhhh!  "What'd the hell everybody get so hot for?"   "Just shut up, don't say anymore."    "What'd I say, it's a cute story, everybody gets a kick out of it."  "No they don't, just shut up….I can't explain it.  You look South, you're hairs wet, I don't now what it is.  Just dummy up, that's all."  uh-huh….Faggots….Dig, isn't the argument against pornography that, what the pornog--selling the pornography, making it available to the public, is that the man is happily married, or he's just a happy cat, and you come along now with some matter that the main thrust of the matter, the predominate appeal is to his prurient interest, and what you're doing is entrapping him, you're inciting him, something that the guy wouldn't be thinking about ordinarily, you're getting him horny.  You're getting it up, and you're not getting it off, and you're creating a clear and present danger and it's worthless…and so that's the objection to it, and that's a valid objection.  But the consistency necessarily follows that the guy who--when I hear about faggots who get arrested in toilets, and I say, "How'd you get arrested in a toilet?"  "Well, I accosted a peace officer."  Well, ha-ha, that's certainly no concept of reality there.  "Well I didn't know he was a peace officer."  "Whaddaya mean?"  "Well, he didn't have a uniform on."  "Well he wasn't wearing a costume was he?  He wasn't wearing a low-cut gown, because what a low cut gown to a faggot must be is tight Levi's and a padded basket, like uh…I mean, he wasn't wearing Levi's and leaning up against the urinal like sultry like that…cause if he was that's bullshit.  Because he was appealing to your prurient interest, and entrapping you.  You can't do that.  It's a funny thing all the different stages that we've all…my generation was, well…me, I'm amazed by any guy who can go into a public toilet and do anything but piss and leave.  Guys who can wash their hands are amazing to me.  I just go ehuhehuhwwwshhhupout.  Don't  'I want to talk to you'   "Not in there, are you kidding?"  Yeah, cause if someone says, "What are you doing in the toilet?"  "I don't know…"  "The hell are you doing in there?  Did you make?"  "Yeah, I did it…"  "Alright, now hang around here, okay.."  So I saw, dig what I saw, a beautiful change.  I went to…Phil Spector had like a big rock & roll jamboree at Tammi's, filming it, so I went there and I see this ten year old kids there all kids, like nine and ten years old, with no parents.  So my first thought was like, what the hell, unattended, but I saw it's like a whole different generation, everything was very cool.  Nine and ten year old kids!  It's ten o'clock, eleven o'clock at night…My generation, children out at night, lurking in the bushes….I would never have the nerve to talk to any strange chick.  She's a really beautiful chick, I'd never have the nerve to hit on her.  In a house, somebody introduce, solid.   But guys who can like drive past in cars and go hello even, the reason I have never had the nerve is that my mother and my aunt, the way they reacted to guys, the way they told me, everyday they would come home and tell me stories about some guy that was behind the bushes exposing himself.  There was a band of dedicated perverts who spent their whole life in trick positions…"Ok jim, whoo-hoo hello lady there, eh bup-bup the bushes there, ok aging seven you've got your position by the book, eh the newspaper, you flash, the hat, ok…you-hoo here we are here!  Find the schmuck in the bush.  Yeah.   invidious discrimination.  All waiting for them.  So I know what everything is.  I said "Nema, you've got the market cornered!  We'll film these guys, I mean they're amazing how they…the elevator doors open up "Whoo-hoo here we are!"  How do, when they separate my mother and my aunt, one's running and so and heh, and pocketbooks, and they're ready, boy.  That pocketbook.   I figured that after all these years they were really bullshit stories, like little guys always telling about, "And I said you big prick you."   Those little guys will always tell you about they knocked the shit outta this big guy, so it's my mother and my aunt telling me this nonsense story about a pocketbook 'and I give a hamayoupow."  Maybe that was a dopey lie, telling me they were good women everyday, right.  Missed a guy, and I give em a good pocketbook, a dopey big black pocketbook at everybody.  With a good parrot scream byeahhh!!  Eh-heh!  I know my aunt never did it to anybody.  Ever.  I just know it, I know I know I know.  She was bald.  My aunt was bald, the bald headed lady.  Little teeny teeny hair.  And wrinkled.  And a cameo.  A little little lady, she was very neat.  And go "krinphkrinphkrinph" like that all the time.  Krinphkrinph.  There aren't those kind of people with tics anymore, someone who go, guys really like, drive across country with those guys you've really had it.  Ticcers, heh-ha.  They're gone all those.  I think midgets are gone.  And they're only certain kinds midgets who are real midgets.  They're are no Jewish midgets.  A true midget is, he's got dirty blond hair, and neat as a pin.  Little brown shoes and they're this big.  I wonder if….are Pygmies midgets?  Colored midgets.  Wonder would a colored cat get offended, listen any relation between Pygmies and midgets?  Wouldn't Governor Wallace shit?  Demonstrating, a bunch of Pygmies.  Ahhhhgh!  Give em salt, give em salt, that's all, that's a, yeah…yeah, it's really…Little teeny midgets, those kind I'm talking about, they're really patties.  And where do they get they're bread from?  Who supports them?  They don't pay any income tax at all.  There's a lot of people screwing our government.  So don't be too nice to them.  Cause we'll drag you up before the House of Un-American Activities Committee.  Just by encouraging them, by omission.  It's your duty as a citizen to bust their ass, and demand, "Where are you getting your money from?"  They hate to be picked up, they hate that.  That's why I hate them, they don't want to be hugged.   Heh-heh, I picked one up, see,  and he got mad.  "Put me down!"  "Ok, but you're so cute, I pick ya!"  They comb their hair with soap.  Bela Lugosi's son is an attorney.  Is that weird, he passed the Bar.  He must hear those dopey jokes all the time.  I loved that, when he got arrested, he was a dope fiend, Bela Lugosi, I almost shit.  The Monster.  He was the worst advertisement for rehabilitation, he was a dope fiend for seventy years, he cleaned up and dropped dead.  The scene is…I was gonna relate him to Christ.  Did you read that in the paper?  Was it geologists, this is a vague recollection I have of it.  That it was the custom at the time, Christ was crucified, for Jewish women to give the people who were about to be crucified a drug that would put them in a death like trance, and that this happened, that Christ's mother gave him the drug, and that he was…that's, wow.  That's amazing if that's true.  Ruby gets paid back.   How the Negro and the Jew got into Show Business.  The Negro had a boss that worked him twenty hours a day.  So he wanted to get off a couple of hours, and the guy "Get back to work."  "I don't feel good today."  "Don't mind that bullshit get back to work, back to work."  He kept coming up with different gimmicks, "my kid's sick"  "back to work."  Couldn't--kept trying to come up--how can I "Hmmm  hmmm ohhh Lord"  "Hey!  I didn't know you guys could sing."  "Ohh oh Looord ohohhh Lord."  "Hey, put the hoe down, come over here, lemme hear that again."  "Llooord oh my Lloorrdd"  "Can he sing? He sings"  "Ohhoh Lloorrdd."   "Hey get some wine, this is ok."  They partied, and the weeds went over everybody, right?  And sang their ass right off the farm.  Now the Jew had a hipper boss.  You couldn't bullshit the Egyptian that quick.  No.  Jew kept working at it, working…"Never mind the horseshit, thank you, we've got the pyramids to build and that's where it's at. We're gonna get it up, it takes your generation, next generation, you do a nice workman like job, here."  "Oh thank you."  "Get outta here with that horseshit, now stop it now.  Becoming very fine, very fine."   What a gig, right, you know you got another forty years on the job, shewww…what, that's a, shewww…you still can't get a piece of straw through there.  So the Jew kept working at being charming, working at it, even though he never carried it off, but he got so good at it that was his expertise.  "Hey, let's go watch the Jew be charming.  Hey Jew, do that charming bit for us there.  We know you're bullshitting, but you do it so good we get a kick out of it.  So now the Jew has got theater.  He's the actor.  He's the charming actor.  Now he has the show business industry knocked up.   He has the film industry, he controls it, he's writing the pictures, making the images that people are the good people and bad people.  Now you never see any Jewish bad guys in movies ever.  Ever, ever.  And you see a lot of pictures about Christ, a ton of religious pictures.  In the most respectful position.  And the reason that is, I'm sure, the way of the Jew saying "I'm sorry."  That's where it's at.  And I wanted to do a film showing, because I'm sure that day in the cell, it's just like,  it's in the tank, you know like four, five, six people in the cell there, and there was Gestas, Dismas, and okay they're gonna get crucified, this guy was probably crapped out in the corner, Gestas and uh…"Ok, you two."  "What?"  "You're gonna get crucified today."  "Oh, get my file down here, that's bullshit."  "Ok, get ready all you guys, you're all getting crucified in this cell."  "Look, I'm the good thief, what are you bullshitting me for, I'm in here for checks!"  "C'mon you get ready, you're getting crucified."  "Heh-heh, I'm not getting crucified, get my file down here.  I'm the good thief, I'm here for petty theft, you understand?  Checks.  I'm not gonna get crucified now.  I don't know what the hell this guy is doing, but, uh, good luck to him."  Ok, now he sees their getting them all ready and they're moving him.  "Hey!  What the hell are you kidding with this shit?  I'm not getting crucif--hey, mister, do me a favor, there's a mistake here, they think that I'm with you for some reason here.  Christ says, "Don't worry you'll be with me."  "C'mon with that, I'm not with you, now tell em, c'mon it's no joke now, we're going up the hill here."  He's praying, and everybody's praying and pushing him.  "Hey c'mon wit---get the Public Defender.   C'mon this is bullshit now!"  Now they're up on the cross.  "Hey mister, please before it's too late, do me a favor, ok?  Tell em?"  He says,"Don't worry, you're with me…"  "Stop saying that, will you?  I'm not with you, ok?  I mean I'm with you, I like you, but stop telling these assholes that I'm with you.  They think I'm with you means that I'm with you, that I conspired with you, I don't know.  Look, don't be pushy, I like you, ok?  I don't know what you're talking about, i woke up I'm getting crucified, I'm here for checks, I can't get crucified.  I'm being denied due process, I'm entitled to do my time for checks first.  And I don't wanna get crucified, I can't go now, ok?  I'll meet you later.  C'mon, don't be pushy now, okay?  Okay, mah? they all went.  And the guy came back…"Hey?  You're right.  I knew you weren't bullshitting, but heh-heh, I had a lot of faith in you, but you meet a lot of weird people in the joint, you know?  You relax, I'll talk to the press, that's all.  Then he started to wonder about if the Messiah is gonna come back.  Moses is hanging it up.  They tried to get him back like five times already and he will not come back because he's embarrassed.  Charlton Heston is 6'3, he's 5'1.   And he's vain.  "I can't I'm a schmuck…"  "It's what ya got up here"  "Nah…I ain't got no clothes anyway, I'll look weird.  And I'll get my teeth fixed." "Nah"  The Pope is too much.  He looks like the Birdman of Alcatraz and Eichman combined, yeah.  He waver…"Arrive arrive…"  He's really cute, he's a little bird, bloobloobloo….I wonder what was goin' on in his head there.  Spellman looks like Shirley Temple.  That's what I got in trouble for in New York, for saying that.  Heh-heh…but a Priest told me that!  That's what burns me up.  Ha-ha!  That's what really pissed me off.  That's a spynce Shirley Temple.  Ha!  That's funny Shirley Temple, that's good imagery, right?  The Post Office.  Do you know how much I love the Post Office?  I love the Post Man so much.  I really feel that's the only place where the authority and the man are one.  That's the man, they're incorruptible.  I don't know anybody who knows the Post Man's name.  They're really snotty man, it's a…who'd have the audacity, "Come on over have a drink, leave the truck there.."  I feel that the Post Man, the people that work for the po--and it's amazing, no, there's no, they're maintaining any order there, no police authority, just cool Post Office.  There's always a Japanese guy behind the registry window and zaszu…Heh, it's a trick thing to have a treaty, one Jap, one szchupbupup, heh!  I  know, that they're the true Law, because with the Law, the Law's not concerned with your purpose, with how noble it is.  And the Post Man wouldn't let a package go three cents light for the Rabbi's Priest's ass.  He won't get off it jim.  "Are you kidding you want all those people to die for four cents?"  "Sorry, knupk"  Who would have the audacity to ever to try to cross that line?  "Look I know where the package is.."  You kidding me with that?  "Open the box up right now, it's mine…"  hmm-hm.  No one would even say that to him.  Even if he had a gun, hmm-hm.    There's always a certain kind of wait, always somebody…if I ever heard of a theft at the Post Office I'd die.  "What?"  "Oh yeah, they opened up the mail and they've been reading letters, and…"  "Nyaugch"   Like that, Post Office, going through snow and sleet.  But they don't like when dog's bite them.  That's one thing they won't put up any shit.  The dog bites?  That's it, we're not delivering anymore mail to you.  Dig what balls the Sheriff in Sacramento county had.  His dog bit the Post Man, Post Man said no more mail, he said bullshit we'll give you no more protection.  Haha-ha.  Schluffa they don't need it.  They got the stamps hidden.   I have a book here I want to show you.   Debby is a Nun.  It's another trick, a little Lyndon Johnson trick.  This is a Bess magazine.  What if he catch me reading this shit all the time?  "This is your reading material?"   "It certainly is.  Photoplay, are you kidding?"  "You've got guts!"  Editorial page, ayda-eda look at the ads, Cutex, World's Most--oh it's all lady kinda ads…Adjustable Dress Form…I didn't finish the story about uh, the Nun story here, lemme find it…there's no more movie stars.  Doris Day.  Rock Hudson.   Why Elvis locked himself in his bedroom for three days.  Patty Duke.  The few:  There's too good to be true, that's the end of the two stories, now the fold out Post Man, heh-heh.  Smart.  The Study of Art.  Hudson.  Blew it, there's not an interesting thing, I can't lie to you.  Try one more time.  Okay, let's see…Dorothy Malone's First Interview After Her Brush With Death.  Frozen.  Look at that balcony up there…hope none of you guys are doing your usual chicks in the balcony.   Don't bring any heat on me, you know.  Do your pervert stuff in the newsreel theater, but not…no, ya gotta time and a place you know…..heh.  Ok, oh ok, I Increased My…With The Fabulous Mark Eden method I increased my bust measurement from a 34-B to a full 36-D i just eight weeks.  They always give you time limits right?  Just so you know you got something to look forward to.  Ding-boom.  Barbara Hayes received her Mark Eden Bust Developer and course on April 1, 1965, on which time her bust measurement was 34-B and eight weeks later n May 20, 1965 her bust had increased to a full and lovely god damn! A lovely 36-D!  That bitch is hunchback.  But we kept our promise we didn't say it was comin' here somewhere.  The Mark Method just builds your back up.  This amazing increase--I know that they put--they, the guy that makes the copy for these must know that these are  gonna be read in jail because that's the onlybody who's got time to read all of that shit…hah.  Just forever and ever and ever.  This amazing increase in bust size and contour is achieved solely through the faithful use of the Mark Eden bust developer and of course during that time Barbara was adding these firm and lovely inches to her bustling, her weight did not change, her eating and living habits did not change, the only change she made in her life was to spend a few minutes each day practicing the fabulous Mark Eden method.  Her bust line developed in the privacy of her own home.  As you can see from her after, in quotes, photo, she has certainly achieved a most attractive, full, and shapely bust line for her efforts.  She wants real numbers like that, hunch over, elbows pushing forward there, and standing on her head.  Uh, Barbara Hayes is one of the many many hundreds of women across the United States who have ordered the Mark Eden Bust Developer and who through its use, are reporting gains--that's good devious writing.  Barbara Hayes is one of the many many hundreds of women across the United States who have ordered the Mark Eden Bust Developer comma and who comma through its use comma are reporting gains of two three four and even more--that one letter we got was tough.  She says "You name it, it's not stopping."  We get letters from women who were flat chested and now feel like real women for the first time because of Mark Eden…Who are you Mark Eden?  A damn rascal, you, hah-hah."  Are there any real tits left?  Damn your silicone.  Are they real?  I told you they're real.  How will I ever know though?  Will you take a lie-detector test that those are your own tits?  Yes, I told you.  I can't believe, you can't….they're too real to be real.  Here's the thing, this-this, I don't see any chicks that turn me on anymore, ya know…but think, I ah-h, here's how I now I'm getting old, cause I really did go through, I says, I haven't seen any girls that really stimulate me, that look good to me.  And you, it's really corny, but dig what I miss:  lipstick and powder.  Is that weird?  I like em with paint on em, ha-ha!  To smell like ladies.  Lily, lipstick, and powder.  Now if I really get racy, pancake makeup.  And a cheap, black, crepe dress that's low-cut.  Make a book up, see, and the book on its face will look like….it's one of those very erudite How To Make Out, Same-Sex Marriage, those kinda nut books, ya know.   But if you follow the instruction of this book, you never make out at all.  Ever.  Really constructed so that's a zero no-score.  Sell it for $45 in plain wrapped brown paper.  Now in it says, it says, Instructions:  Always go over the house for dinner and meet the folks.  And don't forget when you go over the house and meet the folks, you compliment, and it's just the dialogue the guy is supposed to use, say, say to the father, you know, "Oh Mr. Johnson, boy your daughter's got a terrific shape on her, ha.  God bless her, boy she gotta a body I'm telling ya.  And your wife has got a nice shape on her too."  Then, when you're out on a date, they like little jokes, it's, then there's a certain kinds, maybe not for this generation, my generation, certain kinda things that you just couldn't say, just verboten, that just cringe, embarrassing things, that no one ever, here's a kinda….stab your heart joke.  Just keep saying', "Whaddaya got the rag on?"  Keep saying that, they like that, they get a kick, they like people who are frank, "Whaddaya got the rag on?  Whaddaya got the.."  keep saying' it all night, that's  ah okay.  And then, when you're in the car, if you just ask them in a nice way for it, just say, and be cute about it, use euphemisms, double entendres.  Say, "Oh, I wonder if I could get some nookie?"  That's very cute.  "Oh boy, I wonder who'd give me some nookie, boy I wonder."  And they just think that's so cute, and you'll get it right away.  And just say extra things, like "Boy I would, would I appreciate it, hah, that always, boy I'd appreciate that boy.  I'd tell everybody what a nice person you were too." I think that, a lot of marriages went West, ya know they went split up, uh, my generation, ladies didn't know that guys were different, I mean different…it's very tough for chicks to realize that although we speak the same language, that yer, you can have babies that's j-j different ya--your so, it's like, no guy ever cheated on his wife, ever.  But ladies….would get hurt and wanna leave the husband because they thought the husbands cheated and they never did cheat because what cheating means I know.  To a lady, it means kissing and hugging and liking somebody.  You have to at least like somebody.  Guys that doesn't enter into it, all the time, no.  Ladies are one emotion, and guys detach, not consciously detach, but they just do, detach.  Like, a lady can't go through a plate glass window and go to bed with you five seconds later.  But guys can have head on collisions with Greyhound busses.  In disaster areas.  Everybody's laying dead on the highway, not in the hospital, in the ambulance, guy makes a play for the Nurse.  "How could he do a thing in a time like that."  "Well I got horny"  "What?"  "I got hot."  "How could you be hot when your foot was cut off?"  "I don't know."  "He's an animal!  He got hot with his foot cut off."  "I guess I'm an animal, ess-es-eh…"  "What didja get hot at?"  "The Nurses uniform.."  He's a moron, that's all, he's just an animal, he's a….  No it's…guys detach, and has nothing to do with liking, loving.  You put guys on a desert island, they'll do it to mud.  Mud.  So if you caught your husband with mud, some how you could get over seas there, "Mmuudd!!  Don't talk to me, that's all….you piece of shit, leave me alone, that's all.  Go with your mud, have fun.  You want dinner?  Get your mud to make dinner for you" that's all.  That's-a it's just that's you can't get angry at them, you can't wanna leave them for that at all, no, it's hum…You know, and that's just subjective, in retrospect I really got a kick out of it.  Getting divorced, the only true get even device, because I'm really convinced that no guy ever leaves a chick, you know.  When chicks get cold, they really get cold, sshwooo…That's, it's over, really, when it's over with them it's really over, and guys can't ever figure that out, they always figure there's one more time there.  And the guy is like, ss-I can't-ss, well, I boump-boump-boump. Yeah, cause-eh, here's what I figure it is, you always hear chicks say, ya know, "Oh I wish I could meet a man, someone with some dignity, a guy I can walk all over, you know, can really be a man-a man" but chicks don't know that, it's, guys are like dogs.   You know you take a dog, you beat the shit out of him pow!  "  Keep a "NEUUH-NEUUH-NEUUH".  Pow keep coming back.  Ladies are like cats, you yell at a cat once, Siamese cat, shhhht their gone.  So that kinda quality that ladies are looking for, you really want a guy to act like a lady.  Cause those are lady like traits, that kinda spunk and they don't need anything.  I forgot what the fuck I was talking about…heh.  I blew it completely.  Where was I?  I went up to za-zuh…hum…hah.  Those television shows, really.  Once in a while if I lose it you know and then try to bullshit and do this a while but then if it's really gone it's gone, so….Ya see, that's where, the problem of being a performer, and a Judge can get away with that shit, ya know.  "Hmmmmmnnn", you know just completely dunked out, ya know.  "That's, I'll take that under consideration" yeah, yeah.  Let's see I was here….oh, oh yeah I got it, good.  I won't lose it again but I'm trying to think where the thread of it was…oh yeah, ok.  The Get Even.  So the only Get Even you can have with a chick, cause they leave you, are the kids.  That's the only Get Even, that's the sweet revenge:  Get the kids.  But you can't be that obvious with it, you know, just get the kids because I want to get even with you, you shithead you.  So the, all the struction, the foundation is "I went over there the kids wet" heh.  Schmuck, then all of a sudden "The kids, I'm not gonna, the kid's not gonna live like that, every time I go over the kid's wet, the kid's wet.  Everytime, the kid she don't take care of the kid, the kid's wet, and uh that's it.  I'm taking that kid away from her because the kid's wet.  She's having guys over there.  "You saw any guys?"  "No, but, when the kid's are wet, that's it. Take the kid, I got custody of my kids now, I love my kids. You're not gonna be with that tramp anymore, blah-blah-blah…"  "Where are the kids?"  "With my grandparents."  Very good, uhm-hmm-hm….Now it's, usually what happens is break up time, just like the first…if you're gonna break up with your old lady, and ya live in a small town, make sure you don't break up at three o'clock in the morning cause your screwed, there's nothing to do.  You sit in the car all night, park somewhere.  Yeah.  So make, at least, ya know, make it about nine in the morning so you can go to the five and ten and bullshit around and, worry them a little and come back at seven at night, ya know…."Oh, yeah never mind….I'm getting an apartment, that's all, that's eh.."  Yeah because if you, eh, a bad break up then it's like a long time break up.  If you're married seven years then you gotta kick for two.  Oh yeah.  I think there must be a mitzvah time.  i think if you're married fifteen-eighteen years, you get divorced, then you must lose your mind.   Yeah they get senile, then they people, they get whacked out.  There's a certain critical area they're married about seven-eight years where you really throw up for a couple of years.  No really just "ORGHJK-YKKGGHH", you know.  And, the weird, if you broke up and you go anyplace alone, there's always mamzers who ask you about you're wife.  "Where's your old lady?" and I said, Chinese restaurants, "Where's Momo?  How come you don't bring Momo in here anymore?  Such a beautiful girl, where's Momo?"  "Look, I'm divorced."  "Oh, you better off.  You don't need her."  Where's Momo…Now if you, go back together, the danger time, and here's back to the religion again.  There's only one person you're supposed to confess to.  They are.  Not anybody else.   Priests, solid.  But not husbands.  They have no authority vested in them to hear any truth.  So don't listen to any of their shit, ya know, because what happens,  when this--go back together, guy calls up, "Hello Vera, the only reason I called you, you left some of your crap over here.  I don't know a handkerchief, a gloves.  Listen I wanna come over, we'll shoot the shit, let's see.  Pay the tax bill."  Alright, back together, maybe kissing time, hugging time, in bed time.  After bed time.  "Hey Vera, uh, when we were broken up, didja make it with a lot of guys?  Don't be silly, said I don't mind you can make it with anybody, don't bullshit me….what the hell, it's good for the goose, good for the gander.  We were legally separated, I made it with a lotta lotta chicks, you're entitled to make it with a lot of guys.  I'd just like to know, for the hell of it, didja make it with a lot of guys?  Howmanynanac'mon don't bullshit me, I'm not gonna hit you now, I wanna know!  I'm not gonna get mad, just for the hell of it, who did you make it with?"  Don't tell him, don't cop out.  Never cop out, if they got pictures deny it.  Flat out.  Just tell 'em it was some fag hair dresser, that's all…thatsezya.  Because if you ever do cop out, oh yeah, shih-shooo!  "C'mon I'm not gonna get mad,  tell me,  I'd just like to know for the hell of it."  See, that's what chicks don't know about guys, that they…it's that entrapment.  Maybe it's because their father's did that to them.  "Just tell me, who?  Him?  Pfff…I don't give a shit but,  but this is….that's a shocker, that's heh…heh, that's the only thing is that it shocks me, I'm not mad but it, sfyeh what a kick in the ass that is, like…how the hell could you…you know what, you know why it shocks me cause you told me that you didn't like him, you told me you didn't want him over to the house, and ya go…how could you make it with him?  That fat, disgusting piece of--you cunt pow.  There's a Peace Bond, schlepping away time, ah yes, with the Jewish mother in the middle with the teeth flying out vah-vah-vah!!  The chenille robe, and uh…Yeah, that's a…ha-ha.  Wouldn't this be, always wondered if ya  get married again, the only problem with ever getting married again, if ya go, you have to go to some country where pfshhh…you have to marry somebody who speaks a different language and doesn't speak any other language.  Cause just in case, no but you'd always be afraid cause when your with the second old lady then you might say something in bed, and your wife would jump up behind the bed, "You aaa----you said" oh god, "how could you say that to her when you said it to me?"  "I just bullshitted her, I don't love her…I just said that cause I knew you were behind the bed, that's all."  Uh-huh…Jewish mothers, there are none that's the expose.  Oh another expose, I really want to confess to you one thing you never knew about me and….I have a pen name.  Ralph Gleason.  I'm Ralph Gleason.  And I always wanted to uh, and you're taking it good, I always thought you'd get pissed off at me for that.  In fact I wrote the column for years and just drifted into this and decided I'd like to do a little comedy on the side and uh, you liked me and I thought I was doing good, so what the hell a few write ups don't hurt anybody.  And uh…you're taking it good, that's lovely.  I want you to know that, another thing too that I've never been in jail, never been arrested, that's all borshit.   What it is see, I got a publicity agent that's dynamite, and we have nine phony cops that work for Pinkerton, and we go from town to town the same bullshit, ya know.  I get busted, I write the column the next day, and that's where it's at…heh.  A few words now about Alaska and their stupidness…and ind-a…Alaska, don't know if you know it or not, there are people up there that we've given a lot of money to and try to help them.  Given a lotta lotta money to Alaska, to create some kind of image, we gave them statehood and they're morons.  They got one image, after all these years, some schmuck in front of a shack holding a fish knock.  That's all they've come up with, and some other nonsense fantasy that hookers get two-thousand dollars a minute for talking to people.  If you probably go up there there's ten-million stranded whores waiting to talk to somebody.  "What's the deal I thought there was supposed to be some talking, or…we just got bullshitted, right, there's nobody?  Just hookers up here….and Admiral Byrd.  Heh-heh, he don't go for a nickel.  Now here's a thought, I-I-I've….this is hearsay.  Somebody told me--see they were using--the report was monkey glands on people, so you know, rejuvenate them, they live longer.  Ok, now somebody told me they came back from Mexico, that they're using human glands.  "So-oh yeah?  Well where do they get them?"  "Has to be from live people."  Well people, there was--dying, and uh…it's very expensive.  So that's what I said, what does it costs about a thousand dollars ya now…so I got hip, a lot of people are dying a lilschip-schzzch that's uh, oh yeah, the hospitals a lil-bop-plah-bup, yuh, he's dead, he's almost dead, the hell is-uzza….Sure you're gonna see is the more demand, the first place the state insane asylums are gonna be emptied out quick psshhhh!  Yeah, that's the first thing, all the nuthouses emptied out.   All died very quickly, oh yeah, definitely.  Because, all we have to do…see our moral concept is what's--what, it's--what's accepted, what we will agree upon, that's what the moral concept is.  We--if we agree, that…killing a few will save the biggest, then we'll agree on it.  Like that's--that's was the objection that Catholicism had for many years, that contraception is murder.  It doesn't matter the degree of the murder, but-but since we all agreed on it now, contraception--bullshit, it's cool.  So it's just the degree.  So..if it comes right down to it, if we wanna live a little longer, it won't-it won't be accepted, just the sophisticated class, the gentry will cook with it first, ya know.  Yeah, "Listen, I know a place and it's ya now…"  Yeah, and as soon as--the first time the government control--then they'll have the farms.  Yeah, raising people to, uh, to live.  It's a good liver, good heart, yeah.  You'll accept it, yeah, you'll see.   When it comes right down to the go-you go bye-bye, "These people don't know anything, they're raised for that purpose."  "Yeah, ya sure?"  "I'm telling you…they like that."  Heh-ha!  Ok.  "I wanna paper saying that he gave it up…oh and I can't take the guys liver and his heart and his balls, all that stuff?"  "Sure, are you kidding, he's better off without it.  He gets it the next time, don't you know that?  Nine thousand years I've been living now, it's a…yeah, it's a...schhhwoo…."

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