REPORTERS: STOP REPORTING THINGS
the editor's for the NY Times should be brought up on charges of
treason. The editor's of that paper are giving out 'TOP SECRET'
information on our governments intelligence gathering methods, and
what we are doing to prevent further acts of terrorism in the United
States. They have released information about our secret wire
tapping of individuals who are communicating overseas, and could
be making terrorist plots against our country. The New York
Times has also released information concerning our use of radiation
detectors around Muslim areas, such as mosques, where possible dirty
bombs can be constructed and used against our country. Why
would they do that? Because of their hatred for our President George
Bush. The New York Times, and other papers, would rather put America
and the citizens of our country at risk, because of their own left
wing liberal agenda. I find this disturbing and appalling.
Enough is enough. I ask the left wing liberals to stop their
actions now, and to stop putting American lives at risk because
of their own politics.
Ten year Navy vet. disabled
right, Jim, we give up. Your baseless, panicky appeals to fear have
convinced all of us left wing liberals to stop our sinister plot
to improve your standard of living. Just one thing: why would the
Times hold the story back for over a year, if their plan was to
hurt Bush? Oh, and how fucking stupid would a terrorist have to
be to think the NSA didn’t listen to al Qaeda phone calls? Oh, and
why would it matter to them whether a warrant was obtained to do
so? In other words, in what actual, concrete way did the NYT story
aid the country’s enemies, unless you think they include the Democratic
party? Oh yeah, one more question: why do you have such a hard-on
to live in a fascist plutocracy with an intimidated press? Oh yeah,
because you love freedom.
Beast is just too cool...
for being brave and free...
welcome, Jeff. Now send money.
myself for a lark today and discovered that I am not on the Web
all that much, no surprise, but that I am on your website somewhere,
in that I signed my real name to a letter I wrote suggesting a change
in you "most loathsome" list. Unfortunately, the
link that came up took me to the current [sic] page, and not to
the one where my letter appeared. That led to a lost morning
going to each issue online and to its [sic] page to search for my
name, all to no avail. Are your online [sic] pages incomplete?
Was my search? I also tried downloading the pdf, but that is so
slow even with a decent connection that it is not worth it without
knowing which issue. The google entry only hinted at your
reply, and I really want to find if I have had a new one ripped
by your delightful sarcasm for all of Buffalo and your online fans
to read. I would appreciate it if you could tell me where
I appeared, as this is my first published letter ever. A direct
reply would be more useful than publishing this one.
the way, I should not say the morning was entirely wasted, as I
read much of you excellent publication while searching.
direct reply might be more useful, Hunter, but publishing this one
is more obnoxious. You can see our dilemma.
my gosh BuffaloBeast,
I just watched a video called "Talk Dirty to Me" by Poison
and I was momentarily nostagic until i realized that there was no
audible or discernible backlash against a shit song like that.
Therefore, a bunch of political science public policy wankers from
the 80's who could not muster a reasonable argument for decent music
are now crafting PR leading 19 year olds into war. Fuck every
single one of you dipshits who thought that song was cool.
I know that you are Republicans who now love the Lord and fear left-wing
influence on your precious troglodyte children....but i hope you
know that i know that you know that I know that you are a bunch
of limpdick hairspray fags from '85. Die a slow death of leprocy,
Lately I've seen a lot of Buffalo mutts with a great-grandfather
from Ireland claiming to be Irish and therefore having an opinion
on things like "the Troubles" in Northern Ireland.
I even heard one quasi-Irish volleyball playing suburban fag at
the Sidebar busting somebody's balls for being English. The
English person was an octaganarian from Australia visiting UB with
her husband on a speaking tour....an old lady fer chrissakes!
This retard, after bragging that he was "1/4 Irish and
3/4 hungarian" proceeded to make fun of this perfectly nice
woman's dentures and bum hip, was set upon by me and another real
irishman from south buffalo who informed him after shoves that no
irishman would ever make fun of an old lady at a bar. He kept
asking her how long she was in "his country." It was only
in deference to a very generous bartender that this person is not
in a Hungarian coma.
guys: No true Irishman would be an American Republican unless
his ancestors were landlords from London. Your grandfathers came
here to work in coal mines and HAD TO FIGHT "patriotic"
policemen and factory-owner paid military guardsmen for fair wages.
Otherwise you'd be making Mexican wages. So fuck off.
Daddy Warbucks built BIG FAT WALLS AROUND THE COUNTRY CLUB to keep
your freckled drunken ass out. The only Irish Catholic president
had his brains blown out on national TV...read between the lines
you peasants. PS: Nobody from Buffalo who never sat at the
Irish Center on Abbot Road on Friday night while their grandmother
savored corned beef should claim to be Irish. You never do what
an Irishman would do anyways so fuck off. Naming your kid
Molly or Finnegan or some shit doesn't help.
asshole: If you are reading this and want to settle up: every Friday,
same place...bring "your boyz" at your leisure.
if this is some viral marketing promotion for Sidebar, it’s working.
is coming to you courtesy of those X-mas sales going on these days.
Try singing it for full flavor.
12 Days of Christmas
the 1st day of Christmas, Kindel said to me:
back to your country.
is for white people.
stupid Rag head!
not really racist.
eat some cows.
you wear dresses?
all speak English.
Jump in the Ganges.
Go puff your hookah.
Take me to your guru.
funny thing about Kindel’s exhortation to Satish Mohan at the recent
Amherst town board meeting that “we have rules in this country”
is the implication that they don’t have procedural rules in India,
a British-modeled common law democracy. But it was even funnier
to watch those two pretend to be friends for the cameras last week.
We thought they’d break their molars while shaking hands, they were
smiling so tight. You could practically see the thought bubbles
over their heads. Then again, maybe that was the mescaline.
ADVERTISING BACKLASH MANIFESTATION
Grand Island, NY
December 9, 2005
paid close attention to your radio advertising in the past two years.
As a veteran researcher and writer, I decided to study your advertising
and found many subtle yet alarming allusions to male homosexuality.
Not that there is anything wrong with that. I am sure that as a
family man and car dealer, you are not aware of the deeper, more
subversive meanings in your broadcasting work.
are some examples:
Tom Park is the "spokesman" who is always talking about
Billy (you), another man, in a loving, heroic voice. He praises
you as if you are Adonnis.
Your main message to your audience is "huge" which has
obvious phallic (penis oriented) and sexual undertones, yet, in
the context of two men talking to each other all the time on the
radio, with no women present, homosexual references abound. You
always say "huge" but have never identified what "huge"
actually means. The radio listener might be led to believe it means
huge discounts or huge volume, but, I assure you, listeners are
hearing something different. .
The "crowd" that can be heard in the background may be
intended by you to be a message to the audience that there is always
a large number of customers at the dealership. Yet what it really
communicates is a Roman amphitheater where well-oiled, half-nude
men wrestle each other and animals-again gay messaging.
The constant references to Grand Island. Phallic.
Your billboard and bus advertising--gigantic pictures of you that
have your groin area in the center. Need I say more?
are hundreds more instances and references in my study. These are
just a few. I just wanted to make you aware of the real messages
you are communicating to Western New York. So, I recommend that
you either add some hot chicks or come out.
Ed "Glad" Nordstrom
you might think you’ve really ‘skewered’ Fucillo, but we feel we’ve
learned far more about you than the “huge” man here. Does every
Rorschach test you see just happen to look like two guys humping?
Besides, Fucillo is far too slovenly and unsophisticated to be gay.
Tom Parks? We can see that.
MESSAGE FROM COMMANDER CRAZY
about 1972 an American journalist suddenly became the only audible
mental telepath in human history, and the United States of America
immediately established a system of torture-enslavement of him in
the years since that torture-enslavement began that journalist,
Virgil Kret, has constantly said there is a purpose for his
telepathy other than to make him America's torture-slave; and as
proof he has documented in advance news event after news event for
over 30 years, including the great tsunami disaster of a year ago.
telepathic newsman's reports can currently be viewed at Blogstream.com.
The title of his blog is The Obituary of the World. The following
is his report for December 27, 2005.
a moment in Time fleeing from now or then or when, we watch the
moment of the death of this Earth rushing toward us.
I am waiting for news; and, you?, you do not yet realize
that what is left out of the news is what is going on.
a soldier in a hole under fire, I am waiting for the moment to make
been there, perhaps, the tracers like fire from a fire hose; and
you know that gunner is going to have to stop sooner or later or
his barrel will melt; and you calculate your state of
Grace; you judge the moment when you can step over your grave
and get to another hole; then you make your move.
has been a lot of talk in the news about the first anniversary
of the great tsunami, but no talk of how I documented that massive
calamity in advance so perfectly.
readers knew it, my readers including NBC; but NBC killed that
story just as it kills all stories about my successes.
Let me look at a dirty picture and the whole world knows, let me
name the date of the greatest disaster in modern human history ten
days in advance and it is of no interest. It is as if this
work is but a scoreboard of imperfections to be watched,
not the clock of Doom tick-tick-ticking away.
torture-enslavement of me should have been ended so many times,
just for the quality of my work if not for decency's sake.
work includes, but is not limited to, reporting the tsunami
in advance, reporting 9/11 in advance, reporting Challenger in advance,
reporting a dozen air crashes in advance, reporting three presidential
assassination attempts in advance, reporting the murder of John
Lennon in advance; reporting the Jonesboro school shooting
in advance; but none of that was more important than my neighbors'
right to torture me to death; just as a silly schoolgirl, my
landlady's great-grandchild, tortures me to death at
this moment as I write these words.
you notice that the big earthquake at Bam, Iran, took place on December
26, 2003; and the great quake/tsunami took place on December 26,
2005? Coincidence? Believe that if you like, until the
flames begin to crackle around your toes and there is no more time
for false beliefs, false hopes, false hearts and false presidents.
for the fun of it, consider the closeness in latitude between
the two quake events, see Bam as the sound of the gun and see the
great quake/tsunami as the bullet hitting exactly two
years later. That is your Doom, snickering. Do you know
that in my advance documentation of the quake/tsunami I used a bull's
eye as my metaphor?
code in that pinpoint documentation was Bingo-Zero. Your
masters can look it up for you in my work of that time.
I cannot show it to you because your masters destroyed the Internet
site that work was on. You steal life from
me; your masters steal life from you; your masters commits suicide.
you draw a mental line from the quake site in Iran to the quake
site just off Indonesia, perhaps you can picture that line as
a crack in this egg, this Earth. From this egg will be born
a Phoenix of fire; but you, Dear Reader, are but microbes on this
all means, obey your masters and continue to torture me to death.
long time ago, well, about 25 years ago, I asked God where God was
gong to hit you. God said, "Right between the eyes."
Hmmm? Iran-Indonesia; and I always figured it would be between
Iraq and Iran. Yet another example of my imperfection.
beginning with today's report a series of classified ads.
to irregular heartbeat caused by the intense torture I have
undergone at this residence in Atascadero, California, I have had
to give notice and must leave by January 3.
yet again the United States of America has driven the Telepath from
his home. For America, now ass-deep in Hell, this is some
kind of cowardly victory; for the Telepath, now 66 and living
on heart medication, this is a real pain in the ass.
looking for a country or a state or a community that will give my
asylum from America's tyranny. That means a place where there
will be no false witness against the existence of my audible mental
telepathy and the history of America's persecution of me.
I have a car and a passport and money to get there; but once there
I never want to move again.
we wouldn’t recommend this, Virgil, but have you tried the Church
of Scientology? You ought to fit right in over there. By the way,
you’re a paranoid schizophrenic in serious need of treatment.
kidding! What you’re missing is that the space war is being directed
by a nefarious Hollywood/Pentagon shadow government, acting at the
behest of a Masonic cabal ensconced at the weights and measures
division of the National Institute of Standards and Technology,
run by Barbara Bush, Regis Philbin, H. Ross Perot and Grand Emperor
Scott Bacula. They spend most of their time monitoring your activities,
as well as those of a man in Poughkeepsie who has been mistaken
by locals for a gibbering hobo. The only hope for the earth’s survival
is that you find this man and defeat the NISTians with your united
powers of hallucination. But beware: many obstacles will impede
your quest. Good luck; we’re all counting on you.
really you’re nuts. Get help.