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2:36:39 PM EDT
Feeling Nostalgic Hearing Universal Soldier Anthony Russo PassingOne thing that was astounding about Tony Russo, and it says much about the ability of corporate America to accurately assess whether somebody should or should not have access to classified materials, is that Russo, was a member of the California Peace and Freedom Party while employed at Santa Monica based Rand Corporation.
The documents he exposed demonstrated secret government agreements between the Eisenhower administration to support the French colonial government in Vietnam to defeat pro-independence forces and the later efforts of the Kennedy administration to provoke the North Vietnamese into a confrontation that would justify sending in American combat troops. The Johnson administration, according to the documents, planned from the very beginning to expand the war, committing combat troops and air forces without consulting congress.
Prosecuted by the Nixon administration for releasing the papers, the charges were thrown out of court when investigations into government corruption and illegal spying showed that members of the same unit who had burglarized the Democratic National Committee headquarters at the Watergate Hotel and had been tasked by the White House with breaking into the Brookings Institution looking for copies of the “Pentagon Papers,” although the action never took place. Likewise, the so-called White House “Plumbers Squad” had broken into the Beverly Hills office of Daniel Ellsberg’s psychiatrist.
Russo always credited the Black Panther Party as being the most supportive organization behind his legal defense while on trial for the leak of the documents. Members of the Los Angeles County Central Committee of the Peace & Freedom Party assisted by checking the political affiliations of potential jurors. This helped to keep one arch-right winger off the jury who had even signed a petition to restore hanging as the method of California Capital Punishment.
More recently, Russo had become an active supporter of the San Fernando Valley/Northeast Los Angeles Chapter of the National Organization for Women and lectured at meetings of the organization. This brought Russo full circle with an old high school friend from his early years growing up in Suffolk, Virginia, Linda Pruett, who along with myself had become a co-president of the Chapter.
David Blanco and Tony Russo @ Tucker’s 50th B/D 8/05 Planning to return to activism in California, Russo returned from Virginia in August 2005 where he announced his intended candidacy for the Peace and Freedom Party’s nomination forUnited States Senate for the 2006 election at my 50th birthday party. We were orchestrating what we hoped would be a campaign in the primary for various party nominations on a slate headed by Tony that would restore the Peace & Freedom Party to some semblance of sanity and take its leadership away from the “Berkeley Bolsheviks” who have periodically managed to snatch defeats from the jaws of victory. Tragically, Russo suffered a heart attack a day after the party. Following heart bypass surgery, he returned to Virginia, but never fully recovered.
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10:22:42 PM EST
Feeling Mischievous Hearing Witchy Woman “Crazy Carol” Goes to the Place of the DeadNatore “Crazy Carol” Nahrstedt, one of the original princesses of darkness of the First Church of Asmodeus, has succumed to illness and has gone to the place of the dead.
Crazy Carol, who met Lord Asmodeus while she was accountant to Gyula Tamas Zubovicz-Dracula-led a life that was truly evil and depraved. Straight out of UCLA, she was a combat photographer in Vietnam, taking flak in a helicopter.
Stalked for years by a psycho, she lived through the old saying that it is ‘better to be wrong in court than right in the cemetary’ when she blew away the stalker, dragged him thirteen feet into her apartment, and then screamed rape loud enough for everybody in the neighborhood to corroborate it.
Once indicted for RICO and other assorted crimes, she was found not guilty by the jury, following which the FBI agent who set her up along with assorted Hungarian Mafia defendants was arrested in the courtroom. Later prosecuted for suborning perjury and obstruction of justice, he went to prison and lost his job for having tried to shaft Crazy Carol.
A one time national champion skeet shooter, she is having a grand time in hell. Satan and Satana take turns tossing their enemies up with their tails as Crazy Carol shoots them to bits with a shotgun.
Lord Asmodeus
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6:13:32 AM EDT
Feeling Angry Hearing We Shall Overcome Gypsies (The Romanyi people)
“BUCHAREST, Romania - Romanian President Traian Basescu apologized Monday for calling a journalist a ’stinky Gypsy’ during a conversation recorded on the reporter’s cell phone and broadcast on local television.” I was adopted into the Moshwara Clan of the Gypsies (the Roma or Romanyi People) and into the family of the then-King, Duey Stevens. I tell the story of how this happened at http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/janbtucker/anecdote.htm In America, disparaging Gypies is about the only ethnic perjorative that people can get away with in the mass media. If you disparage any other ethnic group, there will be picket lines, boycotts, and stockholder resolutions condemning the network that permitted it. But not so with the Gypsy. In the movie “Quicksilver” starring Kevin Bacon, the villain, a brutal drug dealer is known as “The Gypsy.” Why? In the real world of the Romanyi, if one of them gets involved in drugs, they’re very likely to get “blocked” by the Gypsy council (i.e., excommunicated). There was a Disney movie where a little girl befriends a Monkey that has been taught to steal by a “Gypsy” organ grinder. She teaches it that it’s wrong to steal. Let’s substitute a Jew, Latino, Asian, or African organ grinder and Disney would have been trashed…but you can get away with using that perjorative with Gypsies. On “Law and Order” on NBC there are episodes referring to cabbies as “Gypsy cab drivers” …. yet none of the ethnic groups portrayed are Gypsies. Older Roma tell me that they were all kicked out of schools, in the Los Angeles Unified School District and the San Diego School District, when school authorities found out they were Gypsy. There was no official policy, it was just done. So then, some people wonder why some Roma keep their kids out of school. Maybe it has something to do with not wanted their children harassed and humiliated. What do you think it does to Gypsy children every time they see their people disparaged on television, in the mass media? In World War II, when the Germans ordered the Jews of Denmark to wear the Yellow Star of David, the King of Denmark put on a Yellow Star of David and rode his horse through the streets to let everybody know that if one Dane was ordered to do this that all should do this. By that afternoon, every Dane who wasn’t a Nazi was wearing a Yellow Star of David. As for me, I am a Gypsy and I’m proud to be a Gypsy.
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8:33:22 AM EDT
Feeling Angry Hearing Hatikvah Reflections on Hitler’s Birthday
First and foremost, I think of this psycho-idiot, David McCalden, the founder of the so-called Institute for Historical Review (we call it, the Institute for Hysterial Review), the group that claims that Hitler was a nice guy who didn’t kill anybody. McCalden sued me for allegedly helping to throw him through a stained glass window at a Synagogue, violating his civil rights, intentional infliction of emotional distress, malicious prosecution, abuse of process, and a bunch of other psycho-fantasies. Every time April 20 came around, he’d deliberately schedule a court hearing on that date and draw “Hitler happy faces” on the letter notifying me of the hearing to annoy me. First of all, the only thing I was guilty of in connection with McCalden was serving him with a subpoena. He decided in his infinite wisdom that this sole act placed me squarely in a conspiracy that led to the bombing of his house and him getting beaten at a Synogogue he showed up at. As to the first instance, who knows who bombed his house??? Could it have been the JDL? Those psycho-screwballs didn’t just have “poor impulse control.” They had no impulse control, so it wouldn’t have shocked me. On the other hand, McCalden, who’d been a member of the British National Party (the British Nazis), had been run out of Northern Ireland by the I.R.A. Rumor has it that when he surfaced over here, somebody wrote his home address on the chalk board near the men’s room of a certain Irish Pub with a message to check him out with the Northern Eire comrades and that within a week his house got bombed. Go figure…. But as to the second issue, did I throw this guy into a stained glass window: this is life imitating drama. Ever see the movie “Sleepers” about four guys who grew up in Hell’s Kitchen, where Robert DeNiro as a priest perjures himself on the witness stand and corroborates his story with a sports event ticket to prove an alibi? My alibi was that I kept my ticket from seeing Indiana Jones & the Last Crusade at Universal Studios while that idiot Irv Rubin and his cohorts were messing with McCalden on the Westside of town. Now, don’t get me wrong: I’m not saying that McCalden didn’t deserve to be beaten and thrown through a stained glass window. I’m not making a moral judgment on that. I’m just saying….I wasn’t there. Before the event even took place, Rubin knew that McCalden was going to be there and asked me for my advice. It was going to be a debate between himself and Yehuda Lev about “what to do about anti-semitism.” I told Rubin: No. 1, don’t allow the Munchkin (Earl Krugel), Apeshit (Barry Krugel), or “Happy,” (another bizarre JDL member) to be there. If they’re there, I won’t be, because they can’t be controlled and they will cause trouble. No. 2, just advise the Synagogue to have a licensed security guard present to tell McCalden to leave if he shows up. If he refuses, have the security officer call the cops and have him arrested for trespassing. No. 3, I know you won’t follow my advice, so I’m not going. That’s why I kept my ticket stub. That ticket stub later allowed me to win a motion for judgment on the pleadings when McCalden sued. Not content with litigating it in a civil trial, the JDL’s attorney sought criminal charges against McCalden, apparently on the theory that it is a status offense in America to be a Nazi. He got some idiot City Attorney hearing officer to buy the perjury of Rubin, Apeshit, and the Munchkin to file criminal charges against McCalden. The JDL’s attorney had “Happy” and I also show up for the City Attorney hearing, but when I made it clear that I wouldn’t perjure myself and that “Happy” (we called him that because he was constantly depressed) was so off the wall as an out of control sugar gulping hypoglycemic, he was likely to tell the truth, conveniently, the JDL’s attorney never called us as witnesses. Long story short, McCalden’s revenge is that a Jewish newspaper photo showed McCalden covered in his own blood, which got spattered on whoever beat him and threw him through the stained glass window. McCalden died of AIDS a short time later. Given that the Munchkin and Rubin’s only source of sex for years around that time had been going to whorehouses in Mexico, it sure would have been ironic pay-back for the Munchkin had he gotten HIV from McCalden’s blood…
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2:17:49 AM EST
Feeling Mischievous Hearing Sympathy for the Devil, Rolling Stones More Curses
Nicholas Khan, Michael Lewis Marley, Shelly Finkel, Eric Gomez, Richard Shaffer, Sean Gibbons, Javier Zapata, Joe Hernandez, Oswaldo Klucke, Jorge Arce, Tony Garcia, Bella Docks, Linda Weiss, Sr. Mosqueda, Pancho Reyes, Bruce Trampler, Todd Debuff, Paul Hernandez, Samson Lenwiski, Ms. Kelsie, Justin Fortune, and Freddie Roach. Their Karma has now been re-arranged so that they will have the reverse Midas touch.
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9:53:59 PM EST
Feeling Happy Hearing Society’s Child & Louie, Louie My Friend Heather
Years ago, she approached Mike Novick about starting a branch of his organization, People Against Racist Terror (PART) in the San Fernando Valley. Now Mike is one of the truly remarkable people of this world too. He’s got entirely too much energy and is probably the number one crusader against racism in Southern California and like me, he’s got to take serious precautions to keep from getting physically harmed by racist organizations because when you’re that serious as an activist some very bad people tend to take notice. Anyway, more about Mike another time. Mike didn’t have anything going in the San Fernando Valley, but thankfully he had enough respect for SFV/NELA Chapter of NOW (National Organization for Women) and our record of fighting bigotry and prejudice that he referred Heather to us. Heather wound up founding with some tutelage from NOW the WITS (Women In Today’s Society) organization at Cleveland High School which exists to this day, training young women and men for leadership as feminist organizers. They’ve gone out from Cleveland to colleges all over America taking their activism and commitment with them. Some of them started the NOW branch at UC Berkeley. Others went off to law school. Now a new WITS chapter has started at an Orange County high school-yeah, behind the “Orange Curtain.” …and it all started with Heather and her dream of making this a better world. In the picture, Heather and I had lunch today as she’s in town for the holidays. We had a lot of catching up to do and I’m just so proud to know her. Her next important project involves an anti-cancer charitable project dedicated to her late brother’s legacy: more on that as it gets going.
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9:13:05 AM EST
Feeling Mischievous Hearing Ongaki 1001 Tales of Ishihara
Back in the 70’s, I used to hang out, along with my mentor James William “Jim” McDonald, with a guy who some seemed to think was Yakuza (Japanese Mafia). Naturally, I wouldn’t know what his affiliations were. But sure as hell, either the FBI who investigated him and put him away (and later deported) him for auto embezzlement either conveniently failed to tell all they knew to the defense, or else they were just incredibly stupid. But that’s a story for another time. That’s just another one of the 1001 Tales of Ishihara. Today’s story is about how that SOB got me drunker ‘n a skunk. Shortly after Jim and I had met him, we arranged for him to meet us with seven (7) legal secretaries at the El Torito in the Marina (Del Rey). Before Ishihara’s limousine picked us up, we’d been drinking red wine. When we got to the bar at the El Torito, Ishihara throws his Diner’s Club card on the bar and says, “No one pays for drink tonight. I pay for all drink.” Back in those days, when I was young, I could drink up a storm on somebody else’s money, so I promptly had four Mai Tais. By the time we sat down for dinner, I was so drunk I ordered a Grasshopper and wound up pouring it all over my face because there was too much ice in it: all this green junk all over my face! A legal secretary whose divorce had become final the day before, Julie, was sitting next to me. She dips a tortilla chip and puts it in my mouth. I dip one and put it in her mouth. Then I say, let’s do this right: we cross arms and put tortilla chips in each other’s mouths. At some point, Julie asks if dinner is on Ishihara. “Of course I say,” so the word gets around the table and the women are changing their orders from “Taquitos” to “Waiter, make that a crab meat burrito;” “Oh waiter, make mine a lobster meat tostada.” So the bar tab is now around $500 (in 1970’s era dollars) and the dinner tab is probably around another $500…and Ishihara’s not getting anywhere with any of the ladies. After dinner, we go back to the bar and he’s furious that Julie’s hitting on me but nobody’s hitting on him. He decides to pull a macho routine and says, “Tucker, I never see you drink hard liquor. To prove you are man, you must drink triple shot Tequila!” This was shortly after I’d gotten my B.A. with a double major including Chicano Studies, which meant I had to learn to out-drink my professors. So I chug a triple shot, and then say (because two can play at a macho game) “Now to prove you’re a man you must drink Mescal with me.” Ishihara says “what Mescal?” to which the Mexican bartender responds, “Only hombres drink Mescal. It has a worm in it.” Ishihara: “No No No No No No. We drink triple shot Tequila!” So, Jim, Ishihara and I down another triple shot. Jim and I chug ours, and Ishihara chokes on his. I do a third triple shot to show him how its done and then too more straight shots in case he can’t do a triple. I’ve now consumed for the evening red wine, 4 Mai Tais, a Grasshopper, and 11 shots of Tequila. Ishihara: “Bartender. Why he not dead?” Bartender: “He must be mucho hombre!” Ishihara says: “Bartender! I buy bottle!” Ishihara grabs the Tequila bottle and pours it down my throat. I remember walking out of the bar on my own two feet. I remember passing out in the limousine and waking up briefly at the Century Plaza Hotel. Next thing I’m throwing up on Jim’s lawn, which probably saved my life…and finally waking up 15 hours later with the worst hangover of my life. Just another page from the Detective’s Diary.
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6:51:02 AM EST
Feeling Mischievous Hearing Witchy Woman Magical Mystery Tour-Update
As I approach the anniversary of December 7, 2004, the worst day of my life, the day that my dearest departed Valerie left the Earth and went off into the great beyond, I’ve called upon her to use her great powers and influence to seek justice for those who deserve it by re-arranging the Karma of those who deserve bad Karma. Valerie Monroe was the grand-daughter of a Louisiana Voodoo Queen, so I’m calling upon her to use her influence with Legba-the Gatekeeper-to insure that the appropriate gates have been opened to insure the results I’m seeking. On Halloween Night this year I created a list, much like the list that went up in smoke to the spirit world on Halloween Night 2000 (which carried the names of Irv Rubin and the Krugel bros amongst others) of those who have brought bad Karma upon themselves. I sent it up in smoke according to a Black Path Wiccan ritual in spirit harmony with the three covens I’ve chartered (Val-Coven, Penn-Coven, and the Naughty Witches of the North). In addition to my dearest Valerie, I’m calling upon the assistance of my dear departed Gypsy brother Duey Stevens, who when he was King of the Moshwara Clan, adopted me into his tribe and into his family. I know that Duey is still calling shots from the spirit world. If necessary Duey, I’ll circle the crossed tables with white candles seven times and circle seven more times with incense to summon you back (Duey knows exactly what I’m talking about). Those cursed this year include (but are not limited to) Michelle S. “Mickie” Luna and her cohorts in the so-called “Coalition,” Birgitta Croil, Melvin Snell, Jeff Black, Pinnacle and all of Jeff’s cohorts and associates, Kathleen Campbell, Alfredo Tarin, Hung M. Nguyen, and Amiram Moshe Shafrir to name a few. To all my friends out their, Bach T’Lo (Roma [Gypsy] for “Life & Luck!). The photo above is of Valerie and I in 2000.
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6:37:44 AM EST
Feeling Sad Hearing The Times They Are a’Changin’ Bill Brent
When I first got active in CALI, it used to be that my PI buddies had a knee-jerk tendency to think that my “war stories” were embellished, exaggerated, or just plain prevarications. Gradually, most people figure out that my life, even for a PI, and many of the cases I get myself involved in, are just really out there. I’ll never forget the looks on the faces of people as I came in from retrieving my voicemail messages during a break in a CALI board meeting I was chairing in Palm Springs when I announced that one of my agents had just located Bill Brent in Cuba. I was stoked: it’s not everyday that a guy who’s hijacked an airplane to Cuba fleeing from a cop-shoot out trial gets located by American PI’s. Not exactly run-of-the-mill stuff. It’s not exactly like you can just go out and approach a guy like Bill. He was wanted by the United States Government, had been granted political asylum in Cuba after a stint in prison (until Huey Newton cleared him of suspicion of being an American agent), went to work for Radio Havana, and eventually had a falling out with Castro. The worst of all possible worlds when you’re trying to find somebody, because they’re not going to trust the first stranger who pops into their life. Luckily-and yes this is straight out of James Bond type stuff-Brent remembered and understood the secret code that I instructed my agent to tell him so that he would know that my agent was not being sent by either the United States or Castro. The photo here is a little memento of that trip. Brent remained pro-revolution to the end, but last I knew he was working on a book on racism in Cuba, because in his opinion and experience, it was not like it didn’t exist there. I certainly hope that his manuscript gets published as it will be a very important perspective and with his writings, his journey still isn’t over, but at least now maybe his body can find some rest and peace.
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8:01:03 PM EDT
Feeling Mischievous Hearing Revolution by the Beatles Peace & Freedom PartyBelow are some exerpts from a recent critique of the California Peace & Freedom Party by Jim Smith. Well, my many hats are off to Jim with this warning: his criticisms of the nutcases who run the party are close echoes of the critique that I made of the party leadership beginning in 1994 and later when I ran for President in 1996 and State Treasurer in 1998; he is likely to suffer the same fate that I have “suffered” (the leaders of the party apparently think that I really give a s-t what they think about), which includes being publicly accused of being a “Cointelpro” agent because of somebody else’s postings on a blogsight that I’ve never posted on.
Just to add a little to their paranoid delusions of grandeur, see the picture of me with Janet Reno. These wannabe Lavrenti Beria/J. Edgar Hoovers can add that to their file on me….
From: Jim Smith Date: Mon, 28 Aug Subject: Why I stepped down as Corresponding Secretary of the California Peace & Freedom Party
Why I stepped down as Corresponding Secretary
For those of you who did not attend the “convention” on Sunday, I want to inform you that I have stepped down as Corresponding Secretary.
I told the meeting that I had grown demoralized and lost confidence in the leadership, particularly, in the six months or so since my proposal to increase diversity - particularly racial - was voted down. I reminded the group that a watered-down substitute was then passed, but even its provisions have been ignored.
I believe the current leaders are all good people who are committed to P&F. However, I don’t believe the current leadership has the desire to make the State Committee or the State Officers reflective of the diversity found in our membership and in the California working class. I urged those who have been in leadership positions too long to step aside for a person of color. No one responded.
Why is this issue important? It’s important because we cannot pretend to represent the interests of a working class that in its majority is made up of people of color if we have a mostly white leadership. In addition to our leadership bodies, the majority of our candidates in this year’s election should have been people of color.
We’ll never be the party that Californians of all colors need until we begin acting in an organized and committed fashion. We do not have a precise breakdown on the racial and ethnic distribution of P&F registrants, but we do know that our largest membership is in zipcodes and districts of color. Even in those districts in primarily white areas, we have large numbers of people with Spanish surnames.
The gap between our members and our leadership is astounding.
Many of the officers cling to “power” long after they have lost their interest in activities other than pontificating. I was happy to see a “new” person, Debra Reiger, elected state chair. Her election was engineered ahead of time by the “good old boys,” but hopefully she will rely on her own considerable abilities and not become anyone’s tool. Unfortunately, she was the only woman elected to an important office. The other women were relegated to “at-large” positions and parliamentarian.
Several of the officers seem to be growing excessively paranoid about “enemies of the working class,” the infiltration of spys, informants in our ranks, as if we were in occupied France. This leads to a leadership style that is secretive and controlling. Hardly, a prescription for success in building a mass party. An example is the SCC pre-primary endorsement of candidates, which turned out to be completely unnecessary since no other candidates ran.
Jim Smith
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