KARMA KOMES a KALL'N

like Mr. JAGGER sang "YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT"

and i'm afraid this week would be one of those times that you just won't...so part 2 of the eagerly anticipated ONE fer THE RECORD BOOK will not be aired this week in order to bring you...

enjoy this weeks late break'n last minute news story!

picture it kittens...it's 1983 and every granny...nanny and tranny's fanny

around the planet were shake'n their shenanigans anyway possible to the red...gold and green sounds of the biggest hypnotic bopper of the year "KARMA CHAMELEON" by the british new romantics CULTURE CLUB that still resonates with old and new fans to this very day

KAREN CARPENTER was finally on "TOP OF THE WORLD" though unfortunately not from another hit but cuz she passed away from complications to an eat'n disorder she was suffer'n through

6 years later in 1989 while jogg'n thru Central Park...a Trisha Meili was 

viciously attacked and raped around 9pm on the even'n of april 19th and the fingers all pointed to teenragers ANTRON MCCRAY...KEVIN RICHARDSON...YUSEF SALAAM RAYMOND SANTANA and KOREY WISE dubbed as the CENTRAL PARK 5 by the media and the world...who were not on top of the world nor were they red...gold or green skin toned

though it would take the biggest mentally deranged bloated basturd of 

them all who spent $85,000 of his daddy's benjamin's place'n a full page ad in the NY Times call'n fer a basic modern day lynch'n of the CENTRAL PARK 5 with the death penalty which unfortunately didn't help the CENTRAL PARK 5 at all to get a fair trial back then!

it would take up to 13 whole years to finally exonerate all 5 of the very

convicted men by 2002 after serial rapist Matias Reyes admitted to the brutal crime which was proven thru DNA test'n that he was the perpetrator and the EXONERATED 5 would win a much deserved settlement of $41 mill total from the city of NY fer steal'n their youth

BUTT finally....

27 years later E JEAN CARROL is on top of the world and sing'n the

praises of karmic retribution now that she had finally got her day in court after come'n forward about bein raped in a dress'n room at Bergdorf Goodman in NY in 1996 by our unfortunate mentally deranged twice impeached sack of deranged congealed anal puddin'...the 45th racist...misogynistic...predatorial...anal warted...con artist who degraded the white house and the nation fer 4 miserable years and was also handed 34 indictments recently in connection to falsify'n his biz records and wait'n on indictments from Georgia not to ferget about the classified documents he tried to hide at his overblown shithole in florida...so my only question is...

can we start a gofuckyerself campaign to put out a full front page ad in ALL the tabloid magazines at yer neighborhood grocery stores since that is his biggest brain dead target audience...

call'n fer his complete castration (i'm even against the death penalty fer his cottage cheezed ass unfortunately) though not cuz he might ever produce again (that wench of a wife already got her meal ticket w/Barron so she's suffered enough) no it's simply to deprive him of his anger management system

just a quik snip and throw away the key!

cuz A-N-Y-O-N-E at this point...besides the lobotomized kool-aid drink'n

 tin foiled cappers in red who've gone of the edge...that even considers him as a possible legitimate vote if he runs next year...after ALL you've witnessed while he ran...unfortunately won then luckily LOST...proves you yerself have followed those same brain dead fucktards off that exact same ledge and also just proves how much humanity and common decency is really worth to you in a leader and fer all of mankind...whether yer family...yer friends or some simple jane or john doe walk'n down the street try'na garner enough tiktok likes and shares with yer 15 to 20 seconds of "importance" to boost yer marginalized ego...that is all!

tune in next week fer part 2 of ONE fer THE RECORD BOOK...

now GET OFF MY DRESS!

the blame game

my very fav spooktacular series ever is AMERICAN HORROR STORIES

with ASYLUM...season 2...make'n my all time fav-o-rit top spot...who cannot luv Jessica Lange's mentally unstably disturbed lyp-sync'n performance of the "name game" with her fellow inmates...she could sink any cookie cutter dime store queen lyp-sync'n fer their last supper on that other show

though that was just 1 season of insanity where certain women were not

to be believed...it would take 36 years for the strength and bravery of Dr Christine Margaret Blasey Ford to be heard in a court of law...and wonder if she would be believed...with everything to loose and nothing to gain...but felt it was her civic duty to be heard and recount her attempted rape in the summer of 1982 by SCOTUS nominee and volcanic tempered crocodile teared kavanaugh...that...if approved and pushed thru by the repuglicunts after the FBI investigation...could have decades of detriment to women and let's be fair...marginal men...thru-out the country

luckily though...thanx in part to the last minute quick think'n pleas by Ana Maria Archila and Maria Gallagher who used their emotional defibrillator to start the dead heart of Senator Jeff who FINALLY didn't FLAKE out fer a change! (but we shall see)

rape or attempted rape include'n molestation...is a very personal and a  

very private situation for the victim alone...who feels completely alone...with statistically only 2% of rapes that are actually reported that turn out to be false accusations...statistics can only say so much fer those that are actually reported...and even when they are reported it is barely believed or mostly shrugged off as some sadistic "boys will be boys" attitude when it comes to school aged kids...cuz society favors the adults version of events over the child's...so why would a victim...especially a child...feel any sort of believability factor when the odds are already conditionally stacked against them?

there are films available where rape and molestation are sensationalized 

by hollyweird...that are packed full of an oscar nominated cast of characters...fer the general public to go on some sorta unbelievable emotional roller coaster fer a few hours...but make no mistake...it happens every day...and it does not end after a few hours fer those who've experienced it...nor do they expect to walk away with any sort of oscar nomination!

i mean...it went on fer years with a large portion of the catholick church...with pay offs and relocations...all the way up the chain to to the vatican

have you ever laid on yer stomach prop'n yer over sized melon head up

with yer hands...in yer smurf pajamas...watch'n the latest MTV videos in heavy rotation...late one nite in the summer of 1984...as yer family lay scattered thru-out the house like comatosed corpses...and all of a sudden...you hear a knock at the front door...

pissed that you have to unglue yer eyes from the 1st ever top 20 video countdown on MTV with Mark Goodman...to answer the damn door...you jump up to see who it is

only to find out it's an outta town relation...so you let them in and resume back to yer position and back to the much anticipated countdown in hopes yer fav-o-rit artist makes it to the top spot...until said relation starts annoy'n you as they try to make small talk...while use'n yer body as their own personal beanbag while give'n you a back massage

as their sausage like fingers turn you into a living lullaby dance'n across yer back side in a slow meticulous waltz...you try and muster the strength to keep at least one eye open to see who finally made it to the top of the countdown...but realize to resist is completely futile and you soon submit to the sensations...that is...until you feel the sooth'n sensations finally head'n too far south as they start knock knock knock'n at yer barn door and you immediately get up without say'n a word...

run up the steps and force yerself to count sheep while drift'n off to the soothin' sounds of the Ratt's "out of the cellar" cassette that you got as one of yer selections from sign'n up to yer aunt's Columbia House cassette club...where you could get 12 hot hits fer just a cool penny...with a chance to get 2 more free...once you've managed to mortgage yer teen aged life away and sell'n yer soul along with yer paper route save'ns to corporate america

the 1st time you muster up the strength to tell an authority figure outside of yer surround'n...yer immediately told that becuz of yer "inclinations"...that it wasn't anything to worry about cuz you probably just interpreted it all wrong (insert "boys will be boys" mentality here)...so you bury yerself back to yer bedroom...blare'n yer music and start build'n a fantasy world by turn'n yerself into some sorta kabuki klown fer years and years...unable to trust anyone around you...wonder'n why you even exist after bein' told over and over it wouldn't matter cuz yer not to be believed due to yer appearance

yer told by many teachers and preachers who tell you to learn to "fit in"...

even though they don't teach the others to "just get along"...so how do you when you have to deal with bullies and bitches on a daily basis?

luckily...eventually you find a flock that takes you in...and gives you a voice!

unless it happens to you personally...especially when yer just come'n into

 yerself and what yer taught grow'n up...you will never know how it affects yer life...yer work...yer relationships...yer interactions with others...sure you may find small pockets in life to block out the experience...by change'n names...change places...change'n appearances...but at the most unsuspect'n moments when yer left alone...yer left to deal with it on yer own

2 exams by professional doctors years later...once in my 20's & 30's...

turned into gynecological exams...without gloves...that i knew at that point i would never trust another doctor to ever exam me again...well...unless it was a role play situation happen'n
(hey humor helps me deal...so deal with it!)

they say that soup may be good fer the soul...but spill'n it ain't easy...

cuz sometimes it burns!

there is no time limit...even if time still marches on... moments never fade!

now get off my dress!