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Key West’s psychiatrist emeritus Jerry Weinstock replied to yesterday’s “American Sniper”, Je Sui Charlie, and other symptoms of absence of the feminine in America, France, Christendom, Islam, humanity and Key West post at goodmorningkeywest.com:

I wrote you an entire message on how I liked your review and the computer wiped it out–on Sniper–have to go now—late —jerry

I replied:

Well, dang. Thanks anyway.

Jerry wrote:

it was frustrating —-my 2 closest friends both psychiatrists don’t use computers —send actual letters. Far and away better than E mail—one has to actually use the English language with the exception of you and I and some of the other folks that reply to you.
—-we are going to the symphony –got to get ready
ie –dressed. ——- Jerry

Moving down the food chain a bit,

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I had early dinner yesterday at the soup kitchen on Flagler Avenue. What a meal! Baked chicken leg and thigh, yummy brown rice cooked with potatoes and garlic, mixed salad, another vegetable dish, and all sorts of pastries and peanut and butter sandwiches to take away. Restaurant quality meal yesterday. Meals there are not always so yummy, but they are always big and nobody who is homeless in Key West can starve if they have the gumption to get to the soup kitchen, which serves 7 days a week at 4 p.m.

Had a most interesting conversation there with homeless fellow sitting across from me, who said his troubles began in 1992, when he was robbed and shot with a .38, while still in his car, in Kendall, near Miami. His friend in the car with him was shot and killed. By two men. I asked, black men? Yes, he said, but didn’t want to make it a race thing. He is white. I said I understood.

He was helicoptered to a Miami hospital and the surgeon decided there was too much risk to severing the femoral artery for the bullet to be removed, so the surgeon cleaned the wound best as he could and sewed it up and the fellow has had the lead bullet in his leg ever since. He had a cane yesterday and it was difficult for him to walk even with the cane.

Jumping around now with what he told me.

After two unsuccessful attempts, he got finally his Social Security disability approved, but he was bipolar, too, and he didn’t make a doctor’s appointment, or maybe it was more than one doctor’s appointment he missed, and his disability was discontinued for that reason. Later, he found a lawyer in Key West, who gladly took his case and that is underway, but due to long wait and such cases having to go before a judged, it might be 2 more years before he gets a ruling.

I said I’d handled social security cases when I practice law, and before that I’d clerked for a US District Judge who reviewed all the appeals from Social Security Administration denial of disability benefits in north Alabama, and disability applicants were so darn glad to get their disability that they did all they could to follow the rules. I never heard of someone getting getting disability, who then blew it by not making a doctor’s appointment.

He said I got him there, but he was bipolar. He’d spend time in insane asylums with real sho nuff crazy people. Me, too, I said. I did not say he was bipolar because of severe damage to his internal feminine.

Losing his disability got him into dealing prescription drugs to make ends meet, which got him into prison, and then out, and then more in dutches in Key West, and before Judge Mark Jones a few times, and in the Sheriff’s jail, and so forth and so on.

He isn’t book smart, but he has a knack for making money, which the leg injury screwed up. That turned him toward dealing in prescription narcotics, at which he was a whiz. He said he is the reason it now is so hard in Key West for mainstream addicts to get prescription narcotics,

He was making Christmas wreaths out of snipping from Christmas trees taken at the May Sands School Christmas tree lot, and selling them for $10 each, and the KW police made him stop doing that because he didn’t have a business license.

He hangs out in shopping centers and offers to help shoppers carry their purchases to their vehicles, and they see he is crippled and cannot really do that, and he says he’s just trying to make a little money to get by on, and they give him a few bucks. So far, the police have let that slide, since he is offering to work and is not simply panhandling.

He was in Florida Keys Outreach Coalition’s program, but when he lost his disability he got behind in paying for his room and board and finally he was ejected from FKOC and went back to living on the street. He’s trying to get into Peacock-Heron, which is only for people with mental disabilities.

He has physicians who care about him, an orthopedic surgeon who tends to his leg problem and the pain from that, and a psychiatrist who tends to his bipolar problem and prescribes meds for that. He showed me a prescription with 5 or 6 different meds on it. Meds for bipolar and side effects, and for inability to sleep and night trauma. He has horrible dreams about killing people with guns, post traumatic stress from being shot himself.

His troubles really began when he was a kid and was put on Ritalin for many years; it turned him into a drug addict. He smokes cigarettes and drinks lots of green tea. I did not tell him all of that is rooted in severe trauma to his internal feminine.

In all, we probably talked 45 minutes.

I said some of my readers would like reading his story in his own words. When he asked what was in it for him?, I said I don’t pay contributors, nor to I get paid for what I publish; it’s free, for anyone to read. He said, so maybe someone might benefit from reading his story? Yes, I said. And maybe his story will end up being made into a movie, and he will make a lot of money :-). He seemed to really like that scenario.

I said if he wrote it all up for me, I would publish it. He said he has a brother who is good with typing and he will tell his story to his brother on the telephone his brother provides for him, and his brother will type it all up for me. Time will tell about that, but it’s a really interesting story, he was really honest about himself.

When I said his and my meeting was no accident, it was arranged, he agreed.

Moving laterally, when I opened goodmorningkeywest.com today, it opened at this old post, which I figured was no accident and was meant by the sneaky angels to be replayed today.

must-watch Key West homeless forum video, applies to homelessness throughout America, reviewed by an ex-Key West street person, Sloan Bashinsky

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Finally, a Key West homeless forum with substance


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Sloan Bashinsky

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Thursday, 9/11, brought a video link to the recent homeless forum from Father Steve Braddock. The link is at the bottom of this article.

Father Stephen Braddock

Steve heads up Florida Keys Outreach Coalition, which gives down and out people a chance to get their lives back on track and living back inside.

homeless vet

I wondered how many homeless veterans the white Christian guy (G.W. Bush) and the black Christian guy (Barack H. Obama) produced with their wars the homeless man Jesus didn’t sanction?

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And how many more veterans of those two wars, who are not yet homeless, will get there sooner or later?

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Homeless vets were discussed at the recent homeless forum in Key West.

The forum ran nearly 3 hours, non-stop. I attended  and spoke the allowed two minutes during citizen comments at the end.

The forum was excellent, substantive, compelling. As opposed to a number of homeless forums/summits in the past, which were political noise and bleating by people who had no clue what they were dealing with, in my opinion.

I opened the video link Father Braddock provided and watched and listened into his opening remarks to kick off the forum. The video was in good working order through that point. Spot checks of the video through its end indicated the video remained in good working order.

If you did not attend the forum, I hope you will take the time, several sittings will break it up, to watch and listen to the entire forum.

You will get a very different picture from what you read in the Citizen and hear from local officials about homelessness.

You will learn criminalizing homeless people is the most costly, by far, and the least effective, by far, approach.

You will learn what works and what doesn’t work, to try to deal with homelessness.

You will learn the federal law local governments are required to follow in dealing with homeless people.

You will learn feeding homeless people enables them … to live.

You will learn anybody can become homeless.

You will learn, with rare exceptions, homeless people do not choose to become homeless.

You will learn – yikes! – all the many cities in Florida, which have a homeless problem, believe it is because their city alone is such great place to live.

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Yesterday also brought a Right Reverend Gweko Phlocker Soundman From Hell production on Facebook:

NO JEB IN 2016.

Yeah right......

Yeah right……

  • Gerard Paul Feeny Got that right. But stuid is as stupid does. Can’t wait until we have a Republican Pres wirh a Repub congress. We are doomed.
  • Lee Ferraro Bacon I would challenge people to “Think outside the box”, the box being allowing yourself to only choose from 2 parties. There are good candidates out there, and we need to move beyond a two-party system. Listen, investigate, learn, and vote your mind.
    I know people will be afraid that that leaves the door open for the “wrong” candidate to win, but we have to be brave enough to start somewhere.
  • Mel Diaz Beats another dance with Billary
  • Kenneth Garrison WOW what do obama people feel like ?????????????????
  • Mac McKee if we keep voting for the lesser evil, the wrong candidate wins every freakin time !!
  • Lance B. Pool Not another RINO.
  • Eddie Garrido Like Obama and his clowns are any better . No more donkeys !
  • Mark Hollinger Republicans are Red and Democrats are Blue , NEITHER GIVES A SHIT ABOUT YOU
  • Mark Hollinger VOTE FOR OTHER 2016
  • Joy Scudder We are in agreement, Gweko. No more Bushes. IMHO, the last ‘true’ Republican President was Eisenhower. He cared for those he represented.
  • Sandra L. Whetzel look, i don’t wanna vote for jeb but do i have to be the one that says obama has gotten the worse presidential rating since WWII? so why does everyone pick on the republicans so bad? legit question …. personally, i don’t like any of the possibilities on either side! but the bush bashing is already started & it makes me want to vomit – all over the people doing it! just to be fair, i don’t want to see hilary bashed either … even though i don’t like her. POLITICS HAVE BECOME SO UGLY, MAYBE THAT’S WHY THEY NO LONGER WORK
  • Gweko W. Phlocker Bush Bashing..
    Is their own fault…
  • Dave Costner lol. Worse prsidential rating since WWII?
    Obama’s current approval rating: 46%
    GW Bush at this time during his presidency: 36%
  • Alex Okinczyc The three stooges.
  • Drumi Bob the reason Obama has the worst pres. rating is because America is still Racist!!!!! Get off your high horses,,, Obama is maybe the best President this country has ever seen and when Hillary is in office all of you will be saying,,, wow,,, we have morSee More
  • Sandra L. Whetzel Dave Costner i simply heard it on the news, NOT FOX, so i looked up 3 different sources. i never make a quote without 3 legitimate sources & since i know how people feel about FOX i never use them. my steve argued with me saying nixon had the worse upon EXIT. well, exit was key word. we don’t know what obama’s will be at exit. & i personally, even though i didn’t vote for obama, think he’s a victim of the circumstances going on & the limited options to handle them. my point was not really who is doing worse at what point in presidency. my point is WE have the power to stop political bashing. WE THE PEOPLE do have the power to let them ALL know we don’t want ugly races. & whether you vote for a president or not, once he is in, do you really want him to fail? i don’t cause that’s a fail for our country. & not all republicans suck!!! some democrats suck too you know!! i wish everyone could just forget about race, religion & political parties & start working together. & we can help from the bottom up. i’m a republican & i’m sick to death of the republicans in the state of florida! that doesn’t make all republicans bad. ya’all want to argue with me. i sit on the post fence, right in the middle. & let me tell you i have both republicans & democrats yelling at me & the fence post i’m sitting on is starting to grow spikes. yikes. IT IS IN OUR POWER TO STOP THIS POLITICAL NEGATIVITY. that was all i was trying to say.
  • Drumi Bob I like your points,,,,, but,,,, people will never stop fighting each other,,, as long as there are more than two people involved it will never be nice and warm like we all really want,,,, so I stand strong to over power republicans and that is the American way,, I dont like it but it is what it is,, I will vote for Hillary and take my chances!!!
  • Sandra L. Whetzel i will vote for what i feel is the best person running, regardless of party, & i will stand by what the people pick. & never say never. positivity can win if enough people stand together history has shown we can make change when we come together. i am sorry you feel so negative about republicans, it’s labeling & not all of us are the same
  • Drumi Bob Sandra you are a nice person,,, I can see that,, so true ,, not all rep. just most of the ones that come in my shop and bash Obama,, if I thought he was a bad man or pres. I would fess up to that but he is a great Pres. and great father and a great humanitarian ,, I love him and what he has done for our country Bless
  • Sandra L. Whetzel bless you too Drumi Bob … i’m sorry they bash. like him or not they shouldn’t. the privilege of our country is choosing & standing behind our leader! i think sometimes people get so wrapped up in their opinions they forget that. thank you for acknowledging my opinions instead of using a smear….shows your character.
  • Don Nixon The trouble with all those poor children he allowed in, is that they will all grow up. I am just waiting for all those chickens Obummer allowed in to start crowing when they cant find a place to roost. Tell me in 10 years how great Obummer is…not today when he is still adding to the pot.

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  • William Dail Only way this country will get better is to fire both parties. They had several decades in power and got us nowhere. Now is the time to promote anyone who is running that is not a D or R and get them noticed.
  • Drumi Bob I don’t like that idea!!!! at alll
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  • Loren Davidson ^ Don: Just like the dumb kid your parents had after *they* – or their ancestors – moved here.
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  • Sloan Bashinsky Lee Ferraro Bacon, I’d love to know the names (name) of other candidates (candidate) who would make a good US president. If you provide names (name), I will look into it. I’m wondering if any Republiklans in this conversation did NOT vote for George W. Bush the second time he ran, after they knew he had invented the war in Iraq. I’m wondering if any Demoncrats in this conversation did NOT vote for Barack Obama the second time he ran, after he accepted the Nobel Peace Prize while still waging George W. Bush’s two wars, still being waged today? Many times have I published atwww.goodmorningkeywest.com that belonging to a political party should be a capital offense, punishable by hanging or firing squad, which seem more reliable than lethal injection or the electric chair. Some of you might not swoon over today’s ”
    “American Sniper”, Je Sui Charlie, and other symptoms of absence of the feminine in America, France, Christendom, Islam, humanity and Key West ” post atwww.goodmorningkeywest.com, but I bet the Right Rev. Soundman from Hell had some conniptions.

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  • Joe Cheek between jeb and hillary ??? jeb aint fucked america yet
  • Sandra L. Whetzel i can tell from posts in this thread there is hatred, real hatred, for the other side & i feel that sad & see it as the reason parties can’t work together today do i have to tell you what party i am with for you to just naturally be nice & work together? {that was rhetorical as i’ve already stated my party & opinion/republican – all candidates suck it big} hey, let’s all nominate Gwecko ~ he’d shake some things up but good!
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  • Sloan Bashinsky Naw, Joe Cheek, but Jeb’s brother and his daddy did, and although I don’t take no shine to Hillary, she ain’t fucked America up nearly as bad as G.W. or Barack O. did, not to worry, I ain’t voting for Hillary. I don’t vote for the lesser of evils. A vote for evil is a vote for evil. In the last few presidential elections, I have written “none of the above” on the presidential ballot. Republikan Sandra Whetzel, did you vote for G.W. Bush the second time he ran, or even for Barack Obama the second time he ran? Maybe these questions are sort of like Mrs. Smith’s divorce lawyer asking Mr. Swift on the witness stand, “Mr. Smith, when did you stop beating your wife?” And sort of like Mr. Smith’s lawyer later asking Mrs. Smith on the witness stand, “Mrs. Smith, did you ever tell Mr. Smith you were screwing his brother?” The odds of the Republiklan religion and the Demoncrat religion all just naturally being nice and working together,are about the same odds as the KWPD officers who killed Charles Eimers, while they laughed, coming clean and fessing up, which is about the same odds as Key West’s fake we are all created members of one human family not being propaganda. Based on the political propaganda forwards I receive online, the Republikans and the Demoncrats seem to get along with each other about as well as former KW city commissioner Harry Bethel and the right wing KW Christians get along with Fantasy Fest, which is about as well as al Qaeda gets along with America. I agree, Sandra, Rev. Gweko for president; he’d sho nuff shake things up, until he was assassinated, probably within 15 minutes of being sworn in and making his first proclamations: free booze and street drugs, no limits on sound noise, free love between all people, make love not war, I’m sure you can add a few more sensible worthwhile endeavors. My first problamation, er proclamation, were I elected president, would be to order all US military personnel, spies, diplomats, civilian contractors to leave the Middle East and head to America pronto, and to cease all US funding to Israel, and then I would be shot dead, perhaps 1 minute I was president. America never should have stuck its nose in the Middle East, which was crystal clear long before 9/11. Besides, some day, I hope I’m dearly departed by then, Americans will need all those soldiers here defending Americans from Americans.
  • Sandra L. Whetzel your answers are: no & no. i don’t vote for the lesser evil either. & i’d say 75% of my friends are democrats & perhaps i am naive or perhaps i’m just a dreamer but we can get along & work together. just cause people in the past haven’t doesn’t mean it can’t be done.
  • Kirk Bruner Millionaires and billionaires will vote for him. Anyone else who does is plagued with self-loathing, and wants to be penniless and powerless.
  • Sloan Bashinsky Sandra Whetzel, I imagine the theoretical, ie. Las Vegas, odds of everyone getting along and working together are ZERO. Now, suppose a space ship showed up over each national capitol on July 4 this year and announced though some sort of galactic verbal transponder, “The jig is up, Earthlings. You have one week to all start getting along, failing which, vaporization.” Would that cause everyone to get along and work together? I kinda doubt it. How about a giant meteor making a beeline for planet Earth. Would that cause everyone to get along and work together? I kinda doubt it. What about the Second Coming showing up out of the blue. Would that cause everyone to get along and work together? I kinda doubt it. In 2008, I had Thanksgiving dinner at the Key West Yacht Club, as Todd German’s guest. It was a cook out of sorts on the dock. Craig Cates and his wife Cheryl came. I’d never met them, but it was out that Craig was going to run for mayor in 2009. So I asked him, what did he hope to see happen in Key West if he got elected? He said he hoped everyone could all just get along. I said, good luck. I already knew I would enter that mayor’s race, but I did not announce it for a while after that. Craig won without a run off. During the race, I said at candidate forums, if you don’t want to vote for me, then vote for Craig, and whatever you do, don’t vote for Morgan McPherson or Mike Mongo. Craig invited me to his victory party at Camille’s. He and his campaign manager both thanked me for getting Craig elected without a runoff. Then Craig asked me if I would be on his to be formed Mayor’s Homeless Advisory Committee, since I knew so much about homelessness, having lived on the street off and on in Key West for several years, He said he really wanted me on his committee. I said sure, I’d be happy to be on the committee. The committee was formed, he selected the people he wanted were on it. Then I heard about the committee, not having heard a word from Craig since Camille’s. What changed since he asked me to be on his committee? I didn’t change. He did much the same with Father Stephen Barddock, who heads up Florida Keys Outreach Coaltion. The two people County Commissioner David Rice said at a homeless forum last fall were the two people he looked to on homeless matters, Sloan Bashinsky and Steve Braddock, Craig Cates did not want me on his homeless committee. He later made that very plain to me. I concluded Craig wanting everyone to all get along was propaganda,
  • Sloan Bashinsky I’m not sure people running for public office, who actually want to be elected, are capable of more than propaganda. I personally think it should be a capital offense to run for public office. The citizenry should use grassroots and the write-in method to elect people to public office.
  • Sloan Bashinsky I’m still waiting for someone in this email thread to say who is a good candidate for president in 2016. It ain’t Jeb Bush. It ain’t Hillary. It ain’t John McCain. It ain’t Ron Paul. How about, hmmm, some woman, the men have screwed everything up, but which woman, Hilary ain’t a woman, you see, just wears a costume. How about, hmmm, Kali? Or Mary Magdalene? Or Joan of Arc? Or a gal they pick .
  • Sandra L. Whetzel how ’bout me Sloan? LOL … i’ve been homeless with small children, i’ve been thru the govt’l red tape, i’ve been thru hell & back, with small children & held my head high. i’ve done some wrong, i’ve done some right. maybe believing we could all get along is a fantasy but it sure the hell beats the craps out of believing we’re all gonna ruin each other. if i’m living in bubble fine ~ but i’m gonna invite as many people into my bubble as i personally can. live with your cynical views, i’ll live in my bubble cause when we meet on the street i’d still give ya a hug though i think your views on mankind are the type of views that will be our downfall. however, i do agree with you on getting a decent candidate, whatever the f*cking party, to run! & i will not vote for the lesser evil, whatever the party. never have, never will. but you know what, this is enough for me now …. i’ve broken my own rule of getting into political debates because no one EVER wins. everyone, me included, just want you to see things my way if only for a brief moment in time. (i will not be back on this thread for any retorts or continuing of my views cause they go nowhere. PM me if you feel necessary)

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  • Sloan Bashinsky Sandra Whetzel, yes, you have been through hell and back, if you were homeless with small children, and I, too, wish we could all get along. The other day, a friend of a friend of mine got all wound up about the puppet masters pulling the strings of the puppets, and that led into talk of the illuminati, which I introduced to see if he was aware of who ran the Bush presidents, and it turned out that he did know, and he ranted about the illuminati and the Rothschilds, and I said, actually, I had something else in mind, which is far more sinister than the illuminati, which is what runs them, which ain’t human and is demonic, and he had a bit of a hard time going there, but that’s where I hang out but don’t talk about it all the time. For a long time it has been my view that it will take a supernatural interdiction into humanity to bring it to peace and harmony. And I’m not talking about religion here. I feel about religion like I feel about political parties, which are religions. Around Thanksgiving 2011, I was asked by the angels who run me to make a prayer for a Divine Intervention of the feminine into USA. So I made the prayer, having no clue what that might look like if it happened. Of late, it’s looking like a big dose of Kali, who in Hindu mythology is the goddess of destruction and transformation, sort of a female Jesus. Magdalene Melchizedek is also in that mix. As is Archangel Michael and Jesus. But it looks like Kali is the lead wind/vibration. This is not New Age B.S. The New Age is as lost as Christendom, Judaism and Islam. I told the fellow the other day, who was all into national and international politics, that he’d be better off just trying to have a decent life, a person to love, children, friends, work he likes. Than spending so much time roiling in politics. I detest politics. The angels running me put me into that sewer after I arrived homeless in Key West in late 2000. En route here, on Greyhound, I was told in a dream I would be getting into politics, and I awoke in shock, but I knew it was coming. It came to me a number of times since I first commented into this thread yesterday that dysfunctional governments and their leaders represent the dysfunctional families of people who live as if changing the dysfunctional governments and leaders is the most important thing to them. Subconsciously, they are still trying to change their dysfunctional families. It is really important, I feel, to be detached, to be dispassionate, when entering the political realm. Otherwise, personal psychology and beliefs (beliefs are only that, beliefs) gain the upper hand, and reality and facts lose out. I was put to run for public office 8 times in the Keys. 4 times mayor of KW, 3 times county commission, 1 time school board. Just my opinion, it doesn’t matter who gets elected, those 3 governments will not change. Attending those governments’ pubic meetings regularly will prove that is not just a theory. The dysfunction is endemic. It is systemic. And the puppet masters like it that way. Just as the puppet masters like the feminine absent from USA and humanity, which was the topic of yesterday’s “American Sniper, Je Sui Charlie, and other symptoms of absence of the feminine in America, France, Christendom, Islam, humanity and Key West ” post at www.goodmorningkeywest.com. The only place most people living in KW have any possible leverage to effectuate political change is in Key West and the other local governments. The only way to go about that is local action. Speaking during citizen comments at government meetings. Marches and protests. FB chat probably is equivalent to using a peashooter on a rhino. Activism suggested might be only like using 2 peashooters, but at least it is in their faces. It’s also riskier, socially and perhaps physically. Naja and Arnaud Girard certainly put themselves in physical danger when they broke the Charles Eimers case, and continued to dog and report it. I suppose, if you aren’t willing to lose everything and even be killed for what you believe in, there is no point in trying to change what you think needs to be changed. Meanwhile, there is always trying just to live a decent life and enjoy it.
  • Sandra L. Whetzel i to enjoy watching “ancient aliens” & wish my guidance counselor had told me “ancient astronaut theorist” was a real job … i’d’a paid more attn in school. LOL as for the rest … rock on sloan. i simply was attempting to point out hate & negativity do not help, not get into a theological discussion with you … which my brother being an ordained minister & sat thru many a “trial” lesson with him & sat thru years growing up in the pews… uggh! no wonder i’m not religious, only spiritual. good day sir. seriously. good day.
  • Lisa Harlan Belcher All in the family.
  • Sloan Bashinsky Sandra, I feel the same way about religion as I do about political parties, belonging to a religion should be a capital offense. You and I might be a lot more alike than you can imagine. Hi there, Lisa Harlan, my old babysitter. Below are pics of my daughters today, whom you babysitted, and their families. They seem to be living decent lives and trying to enjoy it. First is Nelle and her family, then her younger sister Alice and her family.

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American Sniper

Yesterday, I had the misfortune of watching “American Sniper” at Regal Cinema in Key West. I knew for some time that I would see it when it got here. Directed by Clint Eastwood, it was receiving rave reviews and filling theaters where it was being shown before the release date.

Where to begin. Perhaps when the movie ended. After I had sat quiet as a mouse through it, I said loud enough for people sitting within 3-4 feet of me, “What a fucking waste. Jesus Christ!” Walking out of the auditorium, I felt like I needed to cry, but I didn’t. Cry over Iraq. The war there. All the dead, maimed, wounded and battle-shocked American soldiers, who, I still feel, never should have been there; they died, were maimed, were wounded, were battle-shocked for nothing. Same in Afghanistan.

I told Clint Eastwood, as I was unlocking my bicycle from the iron fence outside the theater, “You didn’t get it, did you? What were you thinking? Iraq was not worth one American casualty. This was your chance to show America what Iraq really was, and you didn’t do that.” But then, maybe Clint did do that, and maybe I just didn’t get it. And maybe few people will get it. And maybe nobody will get it.

Based on Navy SEAL Chris Kyle’s autobiography, the film depicts the horror of the urban warfare in Iraq, mostly from the American perspective. There are no good Iraqis. Some of the American soldiers are starting to doubt the war. Most of the America soldiers are solid behind it, but why? They don’t ask why they are there? What is the point of their being there? What do they hope to achieve by being there?

Kyle keeps telling is wife he is defending her and their children, even as he goes over there 4 times. He keeps telling her he has to go over their to protect and save his buddies. God, country and family, in that order.

Kyle is a sniper. He hides out on rooftops and picks off bad guys and a bad woman and a bad boy trying to kill his buddies. And sometimes he is down there with his buddies, door to door, house to house, getting bad guys and trying to turn Iraqi civilians, or at least get information out of them, and they all end up dead. If you like lots of dead and maimed people, this is a great movie. If you like war, this is a great movie.

In the film, what galvanizes Kyle (not his name in the film) to join the Navy, and then go into the SEAL training at age 30, very old for a SEAL inductee, is seeing on TV one of the Twin Towers in New York City being struck by a big airplane, and then the building collapses into itself and implodes to the ground. Kyle is a Texas rodeo cowboy, and also a crack shot with a rifle, from back when he hunted with his father. Being a crack shot is how he ends up being a sniper. The most lethal sniper in American military history. A revered American military hero in his own time, in Iraq and in America.

As a boy, I imagine I would have loved this movie. As a young man, I imagine I would have loved this movie. But Vietnam changed my view of America at war. And the two Bush presidents cemented my view that America goes to war for reasons other than national security. America goes to war for corporate profit, for bragging rights, for none of the right reasons, if right reasons for war even exist. Except for Kyle’s wife, Taya (different name in the film), who kept trying to get through to him, “American Sniper” is pure testosterone, steroids.

Kyle is pure testosterone, steroids, until toward the end of the movie he comes unglued, and then he is starting to heal, soften, get over wanting to be over there saving as many of his buddies as he can, having no remorse for any of his nearly 300 kills, which were necessary to save his buddies.

From trying to save his buddies in Iraq, Kyle has turned to trying to save Iraq vets who have come back maimed in body and soul, by befriending them, spending time with them, doing all he can to help them heal, or at least cope better. And he seems to find solace and purpose in that. And then one of the vets he is trying to help kills him, we are told after the movie ends with them driving off to a shooting range.

I was told in dreams throughout last night to approach this review from the side of the feminine, from the side of making a different response to what punches people’s buttons, from the side of feeling, instead of thinking.

You see, 9/11 also was a watershed moment for me, but in a much different way than it was for Kyle. I was almost twice as old as Kyle when 9/11 happened. I was  59. I had been engaged in horrible warfare for many years, spiritual warfare, some of which was very dangerous for me, none of which was pleasant. I was not doing it because I liked it, I was not doing it because I wanted to save other people. I was doing it because it was given me to do, and because I was trained to do it. The training was horrible, I was told it was far more difficult than Navy SEAL training. I don’t know about that, SEAL training seems terrible. But my training was terrible, and it lasted a lot longer than SEAL training. In started in early 1987, and is still underway.

The night of 9/8-9/2001, a voice I by then knew pretty well asked me in my sleep, “Will you make a prayer for a Divine Intervention for all of humanity?” I woke up, startled. I said, “Okay, I ask for a Divine Intervention for all of humanity.” I figured there was a reason for it, but I didn’t know what the reason was. On 9/11, I knew what the reason was. As did the woman I was growing sweet on, whom I had told what had happened during my sleep and the prayer I then made. She said 9/11 was what the prayer was for, and I agreed.

Unlike the people we knew, who were frantic, terrified, outraged, Patricia and I were in a state of grace. We talked about what now was going to happen. We hoped America would not make a knee jerk reaction. We hoped America would make a different response than America was accustomed to making. We hoped America would make a Jesus response, as we understood Jesus, which would be not to strike back. That conversation was between us and God. I told no one back then of how it went for us, and I doubt she told anyone either.

That was in north Georgia. Something happened later that day, which required me to return to Key West. I was poor, went back to being homeless. The first night back, I headed for the doorway on Fleming Street, where I had slept nights before being sent up to north Georgia late the preceding April. I bedded down on a flattened cardboard box. A police cruiser came by with two officers in it. They got out, rousted me, said I could not sleep there. I asked why not? I had slept in that same doorway January through April, and police officers had seen me there and left me alone. I could not sleep there, they said, I was trespassing, I had to leave. I said I would leave, and I got up and shouldered my backpack and they left.

The next day, I had a very rough experience at the library with a sheriff deputy, after I dozed off sitting in on a bench in the little park beside the library. Then, a fellow I’d just met the night before offered his living room floor for me to bed down. And thus was I “saved” in that moment. It was a few months later than I connected the dots and saw what had changed since when I bedded down nights in that doorway was 9/11. Those law enforcement officers were wired; pumped up, nervous. I had not changed, I was no threat, but I was perceived as a threat, and treated as a threat. I figured the cops and the deputy had to have somebody to take out 9/11 on; homeless people were a good target.

Already there where a number of veterans living on the street in Key West, mostly Vietnam vets. As time passed, more veterans arrived in Key West, some were Vietnam vets, others were veterans of later America wars, mostly Iraq and Afghanistan. Battle shock (post traumatic stress) often is a time bomb; a veteran comes home, seems okay, then he falls apart and isn’t okay. Losing a leg or an eye is one thing; a shattered soul is something else altogether.

Many Iraq and Afghanistan veteran time bombs have not yet exploded. Perhaps “American Sniper” will have the effect, perhaps not intended, of setting those time bombs off.  Perhaps “American Sniper” will have the effect on Americans it had on me. “What a fucking waste. Jesus Christ!” And maybe not.

You go to war against an Islamic country, all of Islam views that as going to war against Islam, that’s just how it is. Islam outnumbers America 4/1. France is learning all about that right now. In yesterday’s Friday online edition of Key West the Newspaper (www.thebluepaper.com):


by Dennis Reeves Cooper

Dennis Reeves Cooper, Ph.D

This is a followup to my letter to the editor that was published last week. It was in reference to the massacre of eight employees at a small newspaper in Paris by Islamic terrorists. The newspaper, Charlie Hebdo, which specializes in satire, had published cartoons that made fun of the Prophet Muhammad. Reportedly, however, the newspaper’s editors are equal opportunity satirists, routinely ridiculing powerful people in government and business as well as political, corporate, social– and religious organizations. All religious organizations, not just Islam.

So why would a couple of Islamic nutcakes be motivated to shoot up a newspaper office just because the editors published a couple of cartoons depicting the Prophet Muhammad? The answer is quite simple. The Muslim religion apparently prohibits any artistic depiction of the Prophet, calling such depictions sacrilegious. That’s it. That’s all there is to it. In the terrorists’ minds, the newspaper published the cartoons, so the cartoonists and the editors and the writers had to die. You can understand the simple logic of that reasoning, can’t you? They were simply revenging the Prophet.

Most of the international response to the massacre has been in support of free speech and to decry the murderous behavior of religious crazies who apparently feel that they have a moral right to kill those who dare to say or publish something that offends them. But some commentators have actually suggested that the editors of Charlie Hebdo had “crossed a line” and should have, therefore, not have been surprised when that they were attacked. And in fact, some commentators pointed out, the newspaper had even been “warned” by previous threats. So, these commentators inferred, the newspaper should not have published the cartoons.

No, no, no, no! That’s not how free speech works. The concept of protected speech is not to protect non-controversial and tasteful speech. Non-controversial and tasteful speech rarely needs protection in free societies. The real purpose of the free speech concept is to protect controversial and even offensive and tasteless speech. I believe that most Americans share my attitude concerning free speech: I may not agree with what you’re saying, but I strongly believe that you have the absolute right to say it or publish it.

During the years that I ran Key West The Newspaper, there were many critics who complained that we occasionally “crossed a line” when we exposed corruption and incompetence in city and county governments and in local and county law enforcement– and especially when we revealed a sex scandal or two. But nobody threatened to kill us– even when, back in 2006, we reprinted a couple of cartoons that made fun of the prophet Muhammad. Those cartoons had originally been published by a Danish newspaper– which had resulted in the editors receiving death threats. I re-published two of those cartoons to make a free speech statement.

But last week, the threats became real in Paris. Eight journalists were gunned down for simply exercising their right to free speech. Speech that was offensive to some maybe. But speech that was their right to publish nevertheless. Some of the commentators who suggested that Charlie Hebdo “went over the line” also pointed out that there are extremists in all religions, not just in the Muslim world. True. But there are few examples of extremists in religions other than Islam who go around killing people who write or say things that they disagree with. Comedian Bill Maher has made a career out of ridiculing Christianity as simply a fairy tale and suggesting that, if you are a true believer, you are simply stupid. As far as I know, no Christian extremist– no matter how offended he or she might be– has ever attempted to kill Maher.

I am also pleased to report that, when I published those Danish cartoons in KWTN, nobody threatened to kill me either. In fact, nobody ever even sued us for anything we published. But if you are a longtime reader, you may recall that former Police Chief Buz Dillon did have me arrested for publishing something he didn’t like. Fortunately for me, the ACLU agreed with me that it was a free speech thing and sued Dillon and the city on my behalf. Ultimately, the state law that Dillon used to arrest me was declared unconstitutional and the City of Key West bought me a new sports car and a new computer system for the newspaper. And not long after that, Dillon was fired and the voters of Key West created an independent Citizen Review Board to oversee the Key West Police Department. Free speech continues to be alive and well in Key West.

One more thing you need to know about the remaining staff of Charlie Hebdo. This week, they published the first issue of the newspaper since the massacre. A cartoon of the Prophet Muhammad is featured on page one. (How do you say cojones in French?) Ironically, the terrorists’ goal of killing Charlie Hebdo has had just the opposite effect. Before the attack, the newspaper sold about 60,000 copies on a good week. This week, five million copies were published– and they are already sold out. Over the weekend,more than a million people marched in a rally in Paris in support of free speech and Charlie Hebdo. Signs are everywhere in Paris: “Je Suis Charlie!” (I am Charlie!) The newspaper is way more famous than before. And the dumbass terrorists have been caught and shot down like dogs. I refer to them as “dumbass” because one of the reasons they got caught is that one of them left his ID in the getaway car. Duh!

Finally, I need to add a note here about hypocrisy. Muslims around the world are decrying the publication of the new issue of Charlie Hebdo with the cartoon of Muhammad on the cover, warning that it could provoke new attacks on the newspaper. Meanwhile, newspapers in Muslim countries routinely publish the vilest of cartoons depicting Jesus in particular and Jews in general. In France, while free speech has been much discussed and promoted in recent days, I am told that there is a federal law on the books that makes it a criminal offense to deny that the Holocaust ever happened. While I agree that it is beyond tasteless and stupid to deny the Holocaust, stating a stupid opinion about it should not be against the law. From a free speech standpoint, that makes about as much sense as passing a law making it a criminal offense to publish a cartoon depicting Muhammad or criticizing Jesus.

One more note, this one related to Journalism 101. Stories about the Charlie Hebdo cartoons have been published around the world over the past week or so, but many of the media have not included photos of the actual cartoons– an integral element of the story. As a former journalism teacher, let me see if I’ve got this right. They run a story about cartoons that apparently provoked a mass killing but, for some reason, don’t show the cartoons– or if they show them, they blur them. Among the explanations I’ve heard is that editors thought they might be considered offensive by some readers or viewers. Bull! They haven’t run the cartoons because management feared retaliation by Islamic terrorists– just as the management of many movie theaters opted not to run the satiric movie “The Interview” after bomb threats from, allegedly, North Korea. In the movie, a comedy, two hapless journalists find themselves involved in a fictional plot to assassinate North Korea leader Kim Jong-un. The movie has since been released online.

I do have an admission here: Back in 2006, when I made the decision to run a couple of the Danish cartoons in Key West The Newspaper, I hesitated for a moment– but I was reasonably certain that there were no serious Islamic terrorists here in Key West who might want to raid our offices.

If you want to see the Charlie Hebdo cartoons, go online to huffingtonpost.com “These are the Charlie Hebdo cartoons that the terrorists thought were worth killing over.” You might be surprised at how tame they are. But keep in mind that the perceived “crime” here is publishing any depiction of the Prophet Muhammad at all.


Dennis Reeves Cooper founded Key West The Newspaper in 1994 and was editor and publisher for 18 years before he retired in 2012.


4 thoughts on “JE SUIS CHARLIE!”

  1. If we are talking about hypocrisy here, let’s also include our cozy relationship with Saudi Arabia, whose “free speech” credentials are amongst the worst in the world. In fact, the Saudi form of Islam is perhaps the most narrow minded and oppresive of all, and yet, they are amongst America’s closest allies. How’s that for hypocrisy?

  2. I agree speech should be free, and should not be interfered with, unless it is tantamount to yelling “fire” in a crowded theater. My goodness, many times I have stood near rabid Christian fanatics on Duval Street in Key West shouting and even screaming horrible things about Fantasy Fest participants, homosexuals, nudity, even as KW Police stood nearby protecting the rabid fanatics and even interfering with other people, including me, getting in the fanatics faces with words of their own. I doubt anyone ever thought of doing bodily injury to those fanatics, but if it had happened, and they acted surprised it happened, then they truly were out of touch with reality.

    What happened in France was monstrous, the work of the devil, literally, those Muslim terrorists were demonically possessed, as were the rabid Christian fanatics at Fantasy Fest, who, I felt would very much have liked to have had AK 47s in their hands, mowing down anyone and everyone in their line of sight. If you have not seen these people at Fantasy Fest, you cannot imagine the looks in their eyes, the saliva drooling out of their mouths, the veins standing up on their necks, the shrill in their voices.

    The people at Charlie had to know they were targets, that what did happen to them, very well could happen to them. That does not make them at fault, it only is stating the obvious. Naja and Arnaud made themselves targets in the Charles Eimers case. Dennis Cooper, you made yourself a target in a number of articles you published, when you owned and ran the blue paper. You knew you could end up shot or disappeared. You had to know it. I know I could end up shot or disappeared, for what I publish about KWPD athttp://www.goodmorningkeywest.com.

    I also know, Dennis, because I had the personal experience with you, that you did not always honor free speech, in that something you wrote, to which I responded, you did not publish to set the full story before your readers. Nor did you ever publish that the warrant issued for your arrest was approved by Judge Wayne Miller, and but for Miller approving the warrant, you would not have been arrested and that story about you and Buz Dillon would have played out very differently. Miller skated clean away in that situation, even though, as a lawyer and a judge, he never should have signed the warrant, and you never went after him in the blue paper, and you never sued him for signing the warrant, which he, as a lawyer and a judge, had far better reason to know was not okay, than did Buz Dillon.

    Nor, Dennis, did you ever report what Buz himself told me shortly before he turned in his badge and left Key West, after he was asked by City Manager Julio Avael to resign. Buz told me that you and he were buddies. He was fed up with the Citizen and the Keynoter’s reporting, or misreporting, so he was feeding all cop shop news to you, for you to scoop those two newspapers. And then you got wind of an Internal Affairs investigation and broke the story without talking beforehand with Buz. He said you damaged the IA investigation, maybe you did, maybe you didn’t. But he felt you did, and he was really pissed off and lost his head and had the warrant presented to Judge Miller for your arrest. Buz said he screwed up, and now he was leaving Key West because he had screwed up.

    This, Dennis, is the kind of stuff that I tend to end up getting to report. The last time I commented under one of your articles since Naja and Arnaud acquired the blue paper, and went into all of the above, Naja did not clear my comment from moderation. She protected you, like you protected Judge Miller., And guess who later presided over your DUI case? Judge Miller And guess who put you on probation? Judge Miller. And guess who released you from probation based on your word in a letter, which you sent to him, saying you had completed all the terms of your probation? Judge Miller. That’s what was in the court file the court clerk gave to me to inspect. Nothing in that file indicating Judge Miller had verified with your probation officer that you had completed the terms of your probation.

    I hate what happened to the people at Charlie. I hate what happened to Charles Eimers. I imagine his children view the KW cops who killed their father and then covered it up and perjured themselves in their incident reports, in their reports to the Florida Department of Law Enforcement, in their testimony before the fake grand jury, and in their depositions in the federal lawsuit filed against them by the Eimers children, about like you and I view the Muslim terrorists who killed the Charlie folks. That’s right, we have terrorists right here in Key West, they killed Charles Eimers and laughed while they did it. I bet most, if not all, of them are Christians and attend church.

    Freedom of speech is really important, which is why I gave you a soul drawing in 2002 about freedom of speech, and on it I wrote, “The pen is mightier than the sword, thus the sword defends the pen,” and you ended up giving the drawing back to me, because you had no use for it, you said, and I’ve been living it ever since.

    Maybe more later.

  3. I must insist on proof of this statement, “Meanwhile, newspapers in Muslim countries routinely publish the vilest of cartoons depicting Jesus in particular and Jews in general.”

  4. As for the “cartoons” Charlie ran, those were seriously rough, inflammatory drawings. On par with, or maybe even more aggressive than, Arnaud’s “cartoons” in the Eimers case. However, I do not feel Charlie’s cartoons were the prime cause of the assassinations. France’s role in the Middle East and its role in the Persian Gulf War, and its role in later wars in Muslim countries is the seed for the Charlie assassinations. Same seed in the American vein led to 9/11. Charlie is a minnow compared to 9/11. However, France is much closer, as the raven flies, to Muslim countries, than is America. France, Britain, America, and their allies need not but look in the mirror to find their enemy.

    I went into that in my post today at http://www.goodmorningkeywest.com, which starts with a review of “American Sniper”, and then segues into Dennis Cooper’s “Je Suis Charlie” article and the reader comments.

    I dreamed all night about what I would publish today, and that it had to be from the feminine subjective perspective and response, as opposed to the testosterone steroid perspective and response. Absence of the feminine is the cause of all of humanity’s ails. The wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, 9/11, the assassination of Charlie’s journalists, the killing of Charles Eimers and the ensuing massive cover up all are examples of absence of the feminine. Rest assured, the Devil likes her gone.

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Talking about angels and such once got me into a heap of trouble with psychiatry, and left most people who knew me thinking I was nuts and needed to be on meds forever. That very topic came into my Facebook account yesterday.

To all appearances, Eleanor Longden was just like every other student, heading to college full of promise and without a care in the world. That was until the voices in her head started talking. Initially innocuous, these internal narrators became increasingly antagonistic and dictatorial, turning her life into a living nightmare. Diagnosed with schizophrenia, hospitalized, drugged, Longden was discarded by a system that didn’t know how to help her. Longden tells the moving tale of her years-long journey back to mental health, and makes the case that it was through learning to listen to her voices that she was able to survive.

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Eleanor Longden overcame her diagnosis of schizophrenia to earn a master’s in psychology and demonstrate that the voices in her head were “a sane reaction to insane circumstances.”Full bio
  • Sloan Bashinsky Talked about this with a VVDC (vicious van dweller criminal) at Higgs Beach yesterday evening. His younger brother turned full-blown schizophrenic at age 20. I said schizophrenia often sets in around that age, some years after severe emotional trauma. He said said his brother had come upon his dead mother, lying on the ground, after she was struck by a car on her bicycle, when he was 15. He said he would send me a link to something he thought I would like reading, but it hasn’t arrived yet. What brought that conversation on was my saying I have a serious problem few people seem to have, which is living with angels having at me all of the time. After the askance look, and this fellow has read my musings for years, I said those angels are just as real as he is, if not more real. They never tell me to shoot anyone, or that I’m supposed to rule the world. They wear me out and correct me all the time, and tell me stuff I don’t know, and what to do with it after they tell it to me. People being treated by psychiatry, who are hearing voices, unless they suffered a brain injury, are hearing from the other side, and there is no one they can share it with; the people looking out for them have no clue what is going on and make it worse. He said his brother was so wacked out, they gave him an injection once a week, I said maybe it was Thorazine, which held him for most of the next 7 days. He was comatose the first day, then a little more alive the second day, and by the 7th day he was full-blown hearing voices again. The fellow said his brother finally ran away from that facility, in London, because of the injections. After some time, he was found living on the street, all of his possessions stolen. He agreed to come back inside, if there no more injections. So they put him on pills, 50 a day, and that held him sort of okay. Their sister learned to talk with the 3 friends of her afflicted brother, she was the only person who could relate to them and her brother. The side effects of the pills were horrendous, and finally the brother died of heart failure. A blessing, I said. Yes, the fellow said. And that he would send me the link. I described the side effects of the pills my psychiatrist had me on. Horrible white-hot sores in my throat and mouth, night terrors, terror of falling asleep, inability to fall asleep, I gained 40 pounds. And the only thing wrong with me was angels, which cannot be treated with pills or injections. The person can be subdued, however. Lobotomized, chemically or surgically. I said psychiatry is pre-caveman, it has no clue what it is dealing with, and yet it acts as if it knows.
  • Sloan Bashinsky Someone sent me the “What a Shaman Sees in a Mental Hospital” article some months ago. Too bad psychiatrists can’t see in that way; it would change them entirely; might even drive them sane. I told the fellow last night at Higgs Beach to find and watch “Man Facing Southeast”. It cuts to the chase. Argentine film. English subtitles. K-PAX was a copycat, a good movie, but not close to as good as “Man Facing Southeast”. Fellow just shows up in an insane asylum. The psychiatrist chosen to deal with the man asks him how he got there? Holographic projection out of a spaceship. Well, then, why did the spaceship beam you into an insane asylum? Because that’s where I would end up anyway, so why waste time? Then, the fun starts.

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By: Stephanie Marohn with Malidoma Patrice Somé

The Shamanic View of Mental Illness

In the shamanic view, mental illness signals “the birth of a healer,” explains Malidoma Patrice Somé. Thus, mental disorders are spiritual emergencies, spiritual crises, and need to be regarded as such to aid the healer in being born.

What those in the West view as mental illness, the Dagara people regard as “good news from the other world.” The person going through the crisis has been chosen as a medium for a message to the community that needs to be communicated from the spirit realm.“Mental disorder, behavioral disorder of all kinds, signal the fact that two obviously incompatible energies have merged into the same field,”says Dr. Somé. These disturbances result when the person does not get assistance in dealing with the presence of the energy from the spirit realm.

One of the things Dr. Somé encountered when he first came to the United States in 1980 for graduate study was how this country deals with mental illness. When a fellow student was sent to a mental institute due to “nervous depression,” Dr. Somé went to visit him.

“I was so shocked. That was the first time I was brought face to face with what is done here to people exhibiting the same symptoms I’ve seen in my village.” What struck Dr. Somé was that the attention given to such symptoms was based on pathology, on the idea that the condition is something that needs to stop. This was in complete opposition to the way his culture views such a situation. As he looked around the stark ward at the patients, some in straitjackets, some zoned out on medications, others screaming, he observed to himself, “So this is how the healers who are attempting to be born are treated in this culture. What a loss! What a loss that a person who is finally being aligned with a power from the other world is just being wasted.”

Another way to say this, which may make more sense to the Western mind, is that we in the West are not trained in how to deal or even taught to acknowledge the existence of psychic phenomena, the spiritual world. In fact, psychic abilities are denigrated. When energies from the spiritual world emerge in a Western psyche, that individual is completely unequipped to integrate them or even recognize what is happening. The result can be terrifying. Without the proper context for and assistance in dealing with the breakthrough from another level of reality, for all practical purposes, the person is insane. Heavy dosing with anti-psychotic drugs compounds the problem and prevents the integration that could lead to soul development and growth in the individual who has received these energies.

On the mental ward, Dr Somé saw a lot of “beings” hanging around the patients, “entities”that are invisible to most people but that shamans and psychics are able to see. “They were causing the crisis in these people,” he says. It appeared to him that these beings were trying to get the medications and their effects out of the bodies of the people the beings were trying to merge with, and were increasing the patients’ pain in the process. “The beings were acting almost like some kind of excavator in the energy field of people. They were really fierce about that. The people they were doing that to were just screaming and yelling,” he said. He couldn’t stay in that environment and had to leave.

In the Dagara tradition, the community helps the person reconcile the energies of both worlds–”the world of the spirit that he or she is merged with, and the village and community.” That person is able then to serve as a bridge between the worlds and help the living with information and healing they need. Thus, the spiritual crisis ends with the birth of another healer. “The other world’s relationship with our world is one of sponsorship,”Dr. Somé explains. “More often than not, the knowledge and skills that arise from this kind of merger are a knowledge or a skill that is provided directly from the other world.”

The beings who were increasing the pain of the inmates on the mental hospital ward were actually attempting to merge with the inmates in order to get messages through to this world. The people they had chosen to merge with were getting no assistance in learning how to be a bridge between the worlds and the beings’ attempts to merge were thwarted. The result was the sustaining of the initial disorder of energy and the aborting of the birth of a healer.

“The Western culture has consistently ignored the birth of the healer,” states Dr. Somé. “Consequently, there will be a tendency from the other world to keep trying as many people as possible in an attempt to get somebody’s attention. They have to try harder.”The spirits are drawn to people whose senses have not been anesthetized. “The sensitivity is pretty much read as an invitation to come in,” he notes.

Those who develop so-called mental disorders are those who are sensitive, which is viewed in Western culture as oversensitivity. Indigenous cultures don’t see it that way and, as a result, sensitive people don’t experience themselves as overly sensitive. In the West, “it is the overload of the culture they’re in that is just wrecking them,” observes Dr. Somé. The frenetic pace, the bombardment of the senses, and the violent energy that characterize Western culture can overwhelm sensitive people.


With schizophrenia, there is a special “receptivity to a flow of images and information, which cannot be controlled,” stated Dr. Somé. “When this kind of rush occurs at a time that is not personally chosen, and particularly when it comes with images that are scary and contradictory, the person goes into a frenzy.”

What is required in this situation is first to separate the person’s energy from the extraneous foreign energies, by using shamanic practice (what is known as a “sweep”) to clear the latter out of the individual’s aura. With the clearing of their energy field, the person no longer picks up a flood of information and so no longer has a reason to be scared and disturbed, explains Dr. Somé.

Then it is possible to help the person align with the energy of the spirit being attempting to come through from the other world and give birth to the healer. The blockage of that emergence is what creates problems. “The energy of the healer is a high-voltage energy,”he observes. “When it is blocked, it just burns up the person. It’s like a short-circuit. Fuses are blowing. This is why it can be really scary, and I understand why this culture prefers to confine these people. Here they are yelling and screaming, and they’re put into a straitjacket. That’s a sad image.” Again, the shamanic approach is to work on aligning the energies so there is no blockage, “fuses” aren’t blowing, and the person can become the healer they are meant to be.

It needs to be noted at this point, however, that not all of the spirit beings that enter a person’s energetic field are there for the purposes of promoting healing. There are negative energies as well, which are undesirable presences in the aura. In those cases, the shamanic approach is to remove them from the aura, rather than work to align the discordant energies


To test his belief that the shamanic view of mental illness holds true in the Western world as well as in indigenous cultures, Dr. Somé took a mental patient back to Africa with him, to his village. “I was prompted by my own curiosity to find out whether there’s truth in the universality that mental illness could be connected with an alignment with a being from another world,” says Dr. Somé.

Alex was an 18-year-old American who had suffered a psychotic break when he was 14. He had hallucinations, was suicidal, and went through cycles of dangerously severe depression. He was in a mental hospital and had been given a lot of drugs, but nothing was helping. “The parents had done everything–unsuccessfully,” says Dr. Somé. “They didn’t know what else to do.”

With their permission, Dr. Somé took their son to Africa. “After eight months there, Alex had become quite normal, Dr. Somé reports. He was even able to participate with healers in the business of healing; sitting with them all day long and helping them, assisting them in what they were doing with their clients . . . . He spent about four years in my village.” Alex stayed by choice, not because he needed more healing. He felt, “much safer in the village than in America.”

To bring his energy and that of the being from the spiritual realm into alignment, Alex went through a shamanic ritual designed for that purpose, although it was slightly different from the one used with the Dagara people. “He wasn’t born in the village, so something else applied. But the result was similar, even though the ritual was not literally the same,” explains Dr. Somé. The fact that aligning the energy worked to heal Alex demonstrated to Dr. Somé that the connection between other beings and mental illness is indeed universal.

After the ritual, Alex began to share the messages that the spirit being had for this world. Unfortunately, the people he was talking to didn’t speak English (Dr. Somé was away at that point). The whole experience led, however, to Alex’s going to college to study psychology. He returned to the United States after four years because “he discovered that all the things that he needed to do had been done, and he could then move on with his life.”

The last that Dr. Somé heard was that Alex was in graduate school in psychology at Harvard. No one had thought he would ever be able to complete undergraduate studies, much less get an advanced degree.

Dr. Somé sums up what Alex’s mental illness was all about: “He was reaching out. It was an emergency call. His job and his purpose was to be a healer. He said no one was paying attention to that.”

After seeing how well the shamanic approach worked for Alex, Dr. Somé concluded that spirit beings are just as much an issue in the West as in his community in Africa. “Yet the question still remains, the answer to this problem must be found here, instead of having to go all the way overseas to seek the answer. There has to be a way in which a little bit of attention beyond the pathology of this whole experience leads to the possibility of coming up with the proper ritual to help people.


A common thread that Dr. Somé has noticed in “mental” disorders in the West is “a very ancient ancestral energy that has been placed in stasis, that finally is coming out in the person.” His job then is to trace it back, to go back in time to discover what that spirit is. In most cases, the spirit is connected to nature, especially with mountains or big rivers, he says.

In the case of mountains, as an example to explain the phenomenon, “it’s a spirit of the mountain that is walking side by side with the person and, as a result, creating a time-space distortion that is affecting the person caught in it.” What is needed is a merger or alignment of the two energies, “so the person and the mountain spirit become one.” Again, the shaman conducts a specific ritual to bring about this alignment.

Dr. Somé believes that he encounters this situation so often in the United States because“most of the fabric of this country is made up of the energy of the machine, and the result of that is the disconnection and the severing of the past. You can run from the past, but you can’t hide from it.” The ancestral spirit of the natural world comes visiting. “It’s not so much what the spirit wants as it is what the person wants,”he says. “The spirit sees in us a call for something grand, something that will make life meaningful, and so the spirit is responding to that.”

That call, which we don’t even know we are making, reflects “a strong longing for a profound connection, a connection that transcends materialism and possession of things and moves into a tangible cosmic dimension. Most of this longing is unconscious, but for spirits, conscious or unconscious doesn’t make any difference.” They respond to either.

As part of the ritual to merge the mountain and human energy, those who are receiving the“mountain energy” are sent to a mountain area of their choice, where they pick up a stone that calls to them. They bring that stone back for the rest of the ritual and then keep it as a companion; some even carry it around with them. “The presence of the stone does a lot in tuning the perceptive ability of the person,” notes Dr. Somé. “They receive all kinds of information that they can make use of, so it’s like they get some tangible guidance from the other world as to how to live their life.”

When it is the “river energy,” those being called go to the river and, after speaking to the river spirit, find a water stone to bring back for the same kind of ritual as with the mountain spirit.

“People think something extraordinary must be done in an extraordinary situation like this,” he says. That’s not usually the case. Sometimes it is as simple as carrying a stone.


One of the gifts a shaman can bring to the Western world is to help people rediscover ritual, which is so sadly lacking. “The abandonment of ritual can be devastating. From the spiritual view, ritual is inevitable and necessary if one is to live,” Dr. Somé writes in Ritual: Power, Healing, and Community.“To say that ritual is needed in the industrialized world is an understatement. We have seen in my own people that it is probably impossible to live a sane life without it.”

Dr. Somé did not feel that the rituals from his traditional village could simply be transferred to the West, so over his years of shamanic work here, he has designed rituals that meet the very different needs of this culture. Although the rituals change according to the individual or the group involved, he finds that there is a need for certain rituals in general.

One of these involves helping people discover that their distress is coming from the fact that they are “called by beings from the other world to cooperate with them in doing healing work.” Ritual allows them to move out of the distress and accept that calling.

Another ritual need relates to initiation. In indigenous cultures all over the world, young people are initiated into adulthood when they reach a certain age. The lack of such initiation in the West is part of the crisis that people are in here, says Dr. Somé. He urges communities to bring together “the creative juices of people who have had this kind of experience, in an attempt to come up with some kind of an alternative ritual that would at least begin to put a dent in this kind of crisis.”

Another ritual that repeatedly speaks to the needs of those coming to him for help entails making a bonfire, and then putting into the bonfire “items that are symbolic of issues carried inside the individuals . . . It might be the issues of anger and frustration against an ancestor who has left a legacy of murder and enslavement or anything, things that the descendant has to live with,” he explains. “If these are approached as things that are blocking the human imagination, the person’s life purpose, and even the person’s view of life as something that can improve, then it makes sense to begin thinking in terms of how to turn that blockage into a roadway that can lead to something more creative and more fulfilling.”

The example of issues with an ancestors touches on rituals designed by Dr. Somé that address a serious dysfunction in Western society and in the process “trigger enlightenment” in participants. These are ancestral rituals, and the dysfunction they are aimed at is the mass turning-of-the-back on ancestors. Some of the spirits trying to come through, as described earlier, may be “ancestors who want to merge with a descendant in an attempt to heal what they weren’t able to do while in their physical body.”

“Unless the relationship between the living and the dead is in balance, chaos ensues,” he says. “The Dagara believe that, if such an imbalance exists, it is the duty of the living to heal their ancestors. If these ancestors are not healed, their sick energy will haunt the souls and psyches of those who are responsible for helping them.” The rituals focus on healing the relationship with our ancestors, both specific issues of an individual ancestor and the larger cultural issues contained in our past. Dr. Somé has seen extraordinary healing occur at these rituals.

Taking a sacred ritual approach to mental illness rather than regarding the person as a pathological case gives the person affected–and indeed the community at large–the opportunity to begin looking at it from that vantage point too, which leads to “a whole plethora of opportunities and ritual initiative that can be very, very beneficial to everyone present,” states. Dr. Somé.

Excerpted from:  The Natural Medicine Guide to Schizophrenia, or The Natural Medicine Guide to Bi-polar Disorder, pages 178-189, Stephanie Marohn (featuring Malidoma Patrice Somé).

Credits: Reposted here with permission via Waking Times


Many times have people I know come to me in dreams, and many times have people I knew, but who had passed over, come to me in dreams. Usually, they come with information for me regarding something going on in my life, or about something that soon will be going on in my life.

The most frequent dream visitor has been my father. He started coming to me in dreams right after a very difficult interaction between us in November 1995.  In my dreams, he became the father I needed. After he passed over in August 2005, he kept coming to me in that way, and he started asking me to do things for him, regarding his family still living on this world.

I dutifully, albeit not gladly, did did what I could to accommodate him. I didn’t do it gladly, because I felt it was stuff he should have taken care of when he was still alive, but he didn’t want to take care of it, so it fell on me to try to take care of it. I can’t say it looks like I had much success, but I did try, and I continue to try, because I am convinced it is what the angels want me to do.

The assignment for me to request an advance of $500,000 against my 2nd, and last, inheritance from my father, was put to me in dreams by him and the angels. I understood the intent was to offer his widow, my stepmother, a late in life born-again Christian, whom my psychiatrist had told me wanted me dead, a chance to move closer to God, as she would be the source of the $500,000 advance, which I would reimburse her estate from the remaining $500,000 of my 2nd inheritance due upon her death.

I very much did not like that assignment, because I did not like it being tied into her death, and I did not not like living on inherited money. I felt I should be making my own way, earning a living wage with what I knew how to do and was physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually still able to do reasonably well, which is write and speak. So, I resisted making the request for the advance of $500,000 against the second half of my inheritance. I resisted until my father came to me in a dream and got all over me about balking, and said I would be the loser, and I said back, if I lose, he loses, which I knew was true, and I knew he knew it, and he knew I knew it.

Now, of course, this is the kind of talk that got me locked up to begin with in a genuine one flew over the cuckoo’s nest place,

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which let to my ending up in another genuine one flew over the cuckoo’s nest place, from which the angels finally rescued me into the hands of the psychiatrist who would tell me my stepmother wanted me dead, and I told him I had known that for some time, and it was because of all the times I had been used to call her out, when my father would not deal with her.

It was not that simple, though, because after the psychiatrist was used to rescue me from the 2nd cuckoo’s nest, the angels put me into a black night of the soul, which is far worse than a dark night of the soul. I was amazed to learn from my psychiatrist that he had never even heard of the dark night of the soul, which is very real and is documented in many religious and spiritual traditions, but is viewed by psychiatry as major depression, or that and even more mental disorder, such as bipolar, schizoaffective or schizophrenia. And is treated chemically, and sometimes electrically, and sometimes surgically – lobotomy, in one flew over the cuckoo’s nest fashion.

The black night of the soul was so awful that I did not know what it was, although I had been well-schooled in both the dark night and the black night, before the dark night came in 1991, and while I was in it, 4 years it ran, there was more schooling in the dark and black nights, which are as real as hitting your thumb with a hammer is real.

It was only after the angels started lifting the black night 16 months after they put me into it in February 1997, that they told me what it was, and that they did not tell me when I was in it, because I might kill myself, if I knew what it was. As it was, every day it was on me, I secretly plotted how to kill myself, but something kept staying my hand.

It took the angels about a year to recover me from the black night, and it was 6 months after they got me off the pills, that all the chemical residues had left my system. I had tried 3 times during the black night to get off the pills, and the reaction was like what I figured trying to get off heroine was like. The withdrawal drove me nuts, and in that way I learned the pills were addictive, even though my psychiatrist fiercely argued that was not true.

He as a good man. His wife also was a psychiatrist, and a few times I talked with her, and she was a good woman. They had two lovely children. They were Methodists. He told me he believed in spiritual warfare, but he was so far out of his depth trying to help me, that there was no way he could see it, even as I saw it crystal clear.

When finally I told him I was being shown in dreams that God was taking me some place else than psychiatry, I said he’d never had another patient like me, had he? He said that was true. I asked if he knew why that was? He said no, he did not know. I said, because there was nothing wrong with me but God messing with me. I was not far enough along yet to know to tell him that was pretty much  what was wrong with all of his patients.

That’s a brief history of how I obtained a field residency in psychiatry.

I was trained differently than Dr. Somé, the African shaman. I was trained to use what life presents as the medicine, the rituals, by engaging the presentations contrary to how my ego wants to engage the presentations. I was trained to engage life’s presentations in keeping with my training, and in line with the dream advisories, and in line with other ways I am capable of being advised when I am asleep and when I am awake. I do my part and leave it up to the angels to deal with all the other parts of it.

I have seen the angels heal horrible soul wounds in me, and in other people the angels took under their wings, so to speak. Soul wounds human methods could not possibly heal. Soul wounds nobody even knew existed, until the angels revealed their existence. That was the theme in the last novel the angels pushed through me, in mid-2001.

Heavy Wait

Last night at Higgs Beach, I gave a copy of that book to a VVDC (vicious van dweller criminal) amiga. After looking through it, like that would tell her anything about it, she asked how I would describe it? I paused, thought, paused, then it came to me to say, “It’s a nuclear device. And when you get to a certain point in the story, you will know you have found the nuclear device, and the entire rest of the story is a nuclear device.”

Later, I thought, I could have said Heavy Wait is a star gate, because it leaves one dimension for an entirely different dimension, but some people who read it don’t shift dimensions, while other people do.

“Man Facing Southeast” also is a star gate, and some people who watch it shift dimensions, and other people do not.

Adept shamans are star gates, too.

Jesus was a super adept shaman. He, Archangel Michael, Magdalene Melchizedek and Kali trained me – rather, are training me. Their pickings either were really slim, or they picked the most messed up man they could find, to see if they could do something with him. Perhaps they were bored and wanted some entertainment.

They pushed Heavy Wait through me. I told people as it was falling out of me that it was being written by God, and I was just taking dictation. That’s still my view. Amazon.comhas it in trade paperback, kindle, large print and Spanish.

Meanwhile, I’m piddling around in paradise pretend, wondering what new sport the angels will dream up next for me to entertain them?

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Moi, in my “Love kills slowly” pirate t-shirt, chomping down on a pulled pork sandwich at a Big Pine Key friend’s wedding reception, 2012


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further adventures of Super Cop and the Second Coming in the best little whorehouse in the Caribbean (Key West), egged on by a bit of down under Great White Amah intrigue

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The Australian novelist Ann Massey wrote the day before yesterday, 1/13/2015:

Hi Sloan,

Do you intend writing another novel based on the Eimer’s case? It would lend itself to a satire & could incorporate all your fabulous illustrations. Just a thought!


I replied:

I wonder if the muses are inclined, they will let me wax on demonic possession, which I broached in the latest Super Cop report? That was not metaphor, it was what is happening in Key West’s police department and in its city officials.

Ann wrote yesterday morning, Key West time:

Start writing!

Ann Massey

I replied last night, before the Ohio State duck hunt:

Daffy Duck

Aye, Aye, Great White Amah :-).

After sending my last email to you, I thought, hmmm, what I’m writing about the Eimers case and Super Cop has to be viewed as fiction in certain quarters in this here state mental; such as the KWPD quarter, and the city hall quarter, and, I suppose, in 90 percent of the rest of the inmate population, so in that sense the novel is well underway :-).

I also found myself thinking, to myself of course, don’t want any of the head shrink doctors down here thinking I think I’m actually talking to angels in my thoughts, that it is a bit distressing to be watching people I know in this joint, some pretty well, succumbing more and more into the demon’s camp, all the while thinking they are doing the Lord’s work. I wrote to our psychiatrist emeritus Jerry Weinstock earlier today, that religion is mental illness, but that was being too politically correct; religion actually is demonic possession.

Anyway, that came up tonight on Higgs Beach, after Super Cop moved her folding chair farther out onto the beach to watch the sunset, as another VVDC (vicious van dweller criminal) said he simply cannot understand why it took 10 cops to apprehend Charles Eimers. I said, well, they all thought he was homeless, that is, living in his vehicle, and that made him open game, and they came to South Beach to rumble him, it’s that simple. The fellow said the same thing again, as if I had not already answered his question, which really I had not. So this time I said, okay, I will answer your question for real. When something happens, which makes no sense, and the people involved are making no sense, then there is only one possible reason. Demonic possession. Yeah, that’s not what you wanted to hear, but that’s the answer to your question. Well, yes, that is not what he wanted to hear, he said, and I said, well, this is my line of work, and I’ve been at it a long time, and I gave you the correct answer to your question.

Now, just to liven this up a bit, before he came along, I had spotted a man o’ war bird, also known as a frigate bird,

man o' war bird

soaring a bit off the beach, which I had pointed out to Super Cop and said I don’t see many of those birds on this beach. Fisherman view them as a good omen, because they hover over schooling fish, but I view frigate birds as a sign I’m headed into spiritual warfare. It is a given that I am headed there, or will be spiritually attacked, when I see a frigate bird, and even before I saw it, I was feeling spiritual warfare heading my way, in some of my organs and my cerebral spinal fluid. How long before, Super Cop asked? About 3 hours ago, I said, as the man o’ war bird soared almost right over us, which caused Super Cop to say, as if it knew we were talking about it, and I said, yep, the angels sent it right over us because I was telling you about frigate birds and me.

I said Native Americans long have observed animals and used them as signs, and when I see an eagle, that means something big is headed my way, as does a big electrical storm. Lions and wolves are big sign animals for me, too, but I don’t see many of those down here. No, I don’t suppose you do, Super Cop said. I said I’d had a dream in a nap earlier today, which indicates spiritual warfare. All of my dreams are about something I’m presently doing, or will be doing soon. I wake up from a dream, don’t know what it’s about, then I go online and there’s an email and I know that’s what the dream was about, or I get up in the morning and see an article in the newspaper, and I know that’s what the dream is about. Super Cop said she’s seeing that in Heavy Wait, Riley and Willa Sue are dreaming like that. Yes, and you see that, I said, but some people read that book and they don’t see it; they don’t see anything. Super Cop said her mother had been a medium. I said, oh, that explains a lot!

Before that, Super Cop had told me of the most recent attempt by the local cops to harass her. She pulled out of the little Australian pine (thought you’d like that) park by the airport evening before last, and right away there was a pickup truck on her tail, and she drove a little ways up South Roosevelt Blvd and whipped into a handicap parking space, she has a handicap sticker on her van, that was the first of the parking spaces, so the tail could not legally pull up and park right behind her, and the tail went past her and it turned off and parked a few parking spaces up the way. Super Cop got out of her van and started moving toward the pickup, and it took off. She’s having a hell of a time making a traffic stop on these unmarked tails :-).

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Anyway, Super Cop said she’d thought through the Eimers case, including him leaving the traffic stop, which for sure would draw other cops into the situation, and the one thing that simply does not play is they had Eimers face down on sand, and anybody knows a person cannot breath sand, it is just chopped up small broken pieces of glass, and one good breath of it will mess up the lungs and stop the breathing, about the same as being face down in water, and they were on top of him, holding his shoulders down, he was face down, and they lifted up one of his legs and hobbled him, forcing his face even more down, and he couldn’t breathe, and that’s why he struggled until he died. All the rest before that had nothing to do with how they killed him.

Then Super Cop headed farther out onto the beach to watch another beautiful sunset in frozen Key West, it was 77 degrees on her I-pad device. I joined her, and after noticing two large airplane chem trails and a small one trying to form between them, I said it reminded me of a time when I lived in Colorado and was on the side patio of my home with my wife and her 10-year-old son and a friend of ours. My wife and our friend were clinical social workers.

I pointed up a small cloud and asked Super Cop if she saw the cloud I was pointing at? Yes. Well, that’s about the size of the cloud I looked up at over my home in Boulder and saw a spaceship sitting right beside it. Just sitting there. So I told my wife and stepson and our friend what I was looking at, and to look up and see it, and what came back was, “Yeah, right, Sloan! Yeah, right!” I said I was serious, they should look up and see the spaceship beside that cloud. “Yeah, right, Sloan! Yeah, right!”

Then, the spaceship whipped around the cloud, which I told them, and they said, “Yeah, right, Sloan.” And then the spaceship started dragging that cloud across the sky, the chem trail was about as wide as the two old chem trails over the sunset were were watching on Higgs Beach, but it was moving far faster than an airplane would make a chem trail, and it was far wider than a fresh chem trail, and I told them what was happening, and to look at the spaceship drag that cloud across the sky, and it was, “Yeah, right, Sloan! Yeah, right!”

I told Super Cop, they didn’t look up because they didn’t want to see it, which would have driven them insane, she chuckled, and that night the boy came to me and asked if I really had seen a spaceship?, and I asked him if he had ever known me to make something like that up?, and he said no, and I told him he didn’t look up because he was afraid of being laughed at or criticized by his mother and our friend, and he said yes, and I said that spaceship was there for him, not for me, I already knew about spaceships and ETs, and I bet the next time something like that happens, he will look up, and he said yes, but there was no next time.

Super Cop took it right in, no “Yeah, right, Sloan!”


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from the Pleiades :-), which was the ET influence in my first novel, Kundalina, Alabama, written in Boulder, in 2002, as I recall – the spaceship frolic was near the same time, around when the attached photo was taken by my spaceship fearing wife …

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Ann wrote before dawn in Key West this morning:

Hi Sloan,

Animal Farm, Gulliver’s Travels, 1984 – all three made strong political statements about subjects that concerned their authors. If you make the Eimer’s case the subject of a novel. you can be as fanciful as you wish without worrying about mental hospitals and law suits.

All the best,

I replied a little after 7 a.m. today:

Hmmm, in my last dream before dawn’s early light today, the part I remember of the dream, I put my arm around my friend and lawyer, Sam Kaufman (who has announced he will run for “retiring” city commissioner Mark Rossi’s seat next year),

Sam Kaufman

Sam left, with Father Stephen Braddock, CEO of Florida Keys Outreach Coalition, which gives homeless and other down and out people a chance to living inside and turn their lives around

and I say something, I can’t now remember what, and Sam says he’s going to be taking English courses for the next two years, and I say that will really round him out, and I woke up thinking, hmmm, that sounds like Ann Massey’s idea that I write a novel, and I wondered if that also meant I was getting out of the rabble rousing public writing for the next two years, or it would continue side by side with the “English courses”?

Then, I thought, the number 2 has a special meaning for me. It represents Jesus. The real one, who made a few sneak appearances in Heavy Wait.

Then, as I thought how such a novel might be written, regardless of what else I might be doing, it occurred to me that a fellow named Riley Strange might move to Key West with a gal named Willa Sue Jenkins, and I suppose since you have read Heavy Wait, and you know Key West is where I had the dream which was the genesis for Heavy Wait, your imagination can run with that a bit …

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Super Cop was darn happy by the end of the duck hunt last night, after some seriously gut-wrenching moments for Buckeye fans occasioned by Ohio State turning the ball over 4 times and leaving Oregon’s ducks in the game, instead of blown out the end of the stadium. The most interesting part of the game, for me, anyway, came at halftime, when Super Cop said the Ohio State and Oregon bands had practiced really hard for that halftime performance, and instead of their routines being nationally televised, we were sitting there listening to three talking men heads summarize the first half of the game and prognosticate the second half.

We watched the game at Shanna Key, a popular Irish Pub about a 2-minute bicycle ride from where I live. I ordered corn beef and cabbage and red potatoes, and Super Cop followed suit. The corn beef and cabbage and potatoes were cooked separately, instead of together. The cabbage tasted like cardboard, no taste of cabbage whatsoever. I wished I had ordered something else, and kept asking the waitress to send out the owner so he could try some of his cardboard cabbage, but he never came. Other than that, it was a great time watching Ohio State and Oregon go at it, and watching and listening to Super Cop writhe and groan and cheer, and tell Buckeye fans stories.

We didn’t talk about Key West once, as I felt more and more something big and gnarly coming into me, and it was even bigger and gnarlier when I woke up this morning, not feeling anything like two years of English courses, but more like, well, I have swallowed Chernobyl.

Thanks, I suppose :-), is due you, the angels, Sam Kaufman and Super Cop, and, I suppose, Charles Eimers, who came to Key West to do God’s work, may he now rest in peace, and, I suppose, Riley Strange and Willa Sue Jenkins.

I wonder what the new tale will be called? The novel, Death Comes to the Archbishop, and Ernest Hemingway’s Death in the Afternoon, a non-fiction book about bull fighting, both come to mind.

None of the new tail, er, tale will be true, of course, except the parts the reader believes are. I imagine there will be plenty of farm animals and Gullivers and Big Brothers to spice the stew, nothing like that fake corn beef and cabbage last night, which just now reminds me of Key West’s fake one human family and fake churches.

Something diabolical is floating around in my irreverent, unpredictable thoughts. Something like, The Second Coming in the Best Little Whorehouse in the Caribbean. I suppose that’s a work in progress, too.

If I was worried about mental hospitals or lawsuits, I would have gotten myself to a nunnery.

In that regard, born-again Christian ex-lawyer Tim Gratz emailed this Christian drop out ex-lawyer yesterday:

Just remember nun like kayak, racecar, etc is a palindrone.
Funny, though!

To: srhoades@aol.com
Subject: Baseball joke
From: srhoades@aol.com
Date: Mon, 12 Jan 2015 10:08:25 -0500

Three Nuns

Three nuns were attending a Yankee baseball game. Behind them sat three men. Because the nuns’ habits were partially blocking the view, the men decided to pester the nuns, hoping they’d get annoyed enough to move to another area.

In a very loud voice, the first guy said, “I think I’m going to move to Utah. There are only 100 nuns living there.”

Then the second guy spoke up and said loudly, “I want to move to Montana. There are only 50 nuns living there.”

The third guy yelled, “I want to go to Idaho. There are only 25 nuns living there.”

The mother superior turned around, looked at the men, and in a very sweet and calm voice said, “Why don’t you go to hell. There aren’t any nuns there.”

srhoades is a best little whorehouse in the Caribbean writer and book publisher.

I wrote back to the unsuspecting born again, who as yet still has no clue what Jesus meant by born again, but perhaps there is still time:

Oh, I dunno, for knowingly blocking the view of 3 America’s favorite past time fans, and condemning them to hell for complaining, maybe the mother inferior set a new precedent by becoming the first nun in hell after she left this life, or, on arriving, she discovered many nuns had preceded her. And, she saw far more people up there in heaven than former Christians.

I first met Sam Kaufman, who is Jewish, in April 2001, on Mallory Pier, where he met with a band of homeless people, mostly men, who were upset about the city selectively enforcing the open container ordinance against them, while letting everyone else drink themselves to death and hell.

I told Sam I was an ex-lawyer, and after he had spoken with the street people, they were the real deal, had lived on the street many years, pros, Sam and I walked off to the side and he asked what I thought about their case? I said, legally, it was a good equal protection case, but I could not bring myself to ask a judge to issue an order granting street people permission to drink themselves to death, and, for that reason, I didn’t think he should take the case. Sam said he thought I had a point.

Later, I learned Sam was Florida Keys Outreach Coalition’s lawyer and Chairman of its Board of Directors, and from time to time he represented street people against the city after the city police or other employees had done something unconscionable toward those street people. Sam and I both persuaded the city we would put them into federal court, if they kept trying to stop street people from sleeping at night. Because of Sam and me, the city built KOTS, the city’s overnight homeless shelter.

Also, it was just after I met Sam that the dream came, which was the seed for Heavy Wait, which you kindly reviewed at amazon.com, and I gladly reviewed there your novel, Salvation Jane, a “fictionalized” treatment of unconscionable behavior by your city, Perth Australia, toward homeless people. And, of course, Key West’s unfinest thought Charles Eimers was living in his PT Cruiser and that gave them permission to do whatever they wanted to do to him.

So, you and Sam are the perfect and devious messengers for the sequel to Heavy Wait, is how I’m sensing right now, subject, of course, to whatever totally unpredictable mischief the comedian kick-ass angels have up their “mythical” sleeves.


P.S. I kinda imagine one thing the angels will see to is, Riley and Willa Sue will ‘splain in plain English to the Pharisees in the best little whorehouse in the Caribbean, that their lord and savior was homeless, and as they do to their homeless people, they do also unto him.

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are available at www.amazon.com, in trade paperback and kindle. Kindle provides a free preview of the first part of its books. Heavy Wait also is available in Spanish and in large print and in hard cover.

The Second Coming in the Best Little Whore House in the Caribbean might be more meaningful, if Heavy Wait is read first; otherwise, the reader won’t have a clue how Riley Strange and Willa Sue Jenkins got to be so weird. Monroe County (Florida Keys) Mayor Emeritus Shirley Freeman, of Key West,

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told me she could not put Heavy Wait down, she loved it! Based on Super Cop’s grunts and groans and chuckles, she seems to kinda like it, too.


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Nelle and me, Fish House


Although I had hoped it would not happen, I had to know the angels would put my oldest daughter, Nelle, and me to go into stuff which was unpleasant and yet is part and parcel of the collage of our relationship. In times past, we were really open with each other and talked about things I imagine only she and I ever heard. How it goes from here, I have no clue. What is certain: the enormous grieving and heartfelt emotion that erupted out of me during our recent unexpected reunion, which Nelle initiated, showed me just how much I love and have missed her and her younger sister, Alice.

Alice and me, Fish House


It is not their fault their father no longer thinks or relates to life and other people like a “normal” human being. Maybe they were far happier and better off during my absence from their lives.

I perhaps already should have published recent Facebook chat with their mother. It was as soft an effort as I could make, to say who the man is today, who loved and married her, and conceived with her three beautiful children. The first, a boy, died of sudden infant death syndrome. Many years later, after a lot of grieving prompted by my returning for the first time to his unmarked grave, I placed a stone marker on which was engraved, “Infant Son: he opened our hearts and set us on our journey.”

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Nelle with her husband, John, and their daughters, Jordan, between Nelle and John, and Avery.
  • Dianne Lawson Baker Nice to see these on your post.
  • Sloan Bashinsky I enjoyed sharing it with people down here, including those who probably, or actually, think I beamed down from a spaceship and have no earlier history on this planet . I messaged Alice after today’s post was up, asking if she could send me a few photos of her and her family. I’d like to share them, too, in a post.
  • Dianne Lawson Baker What!?! You weren’t beamed down?? Alice doesn’t go on FB every day, so don’t worry if she doesn’t respond quickly.
  • Sloan Bashinsky A hint in this drawing of Higgs Beach in Key West of beamed down possibility.

    Higgs Beach party
  • Sloan Bashinsky click on volley ball photo to enlarge and better detect the hint. Not much hint in this drawing, in the old face, enlarge to see script.

    about time
  • Dianne Lawson Baker I see the spaceship. Is that a Star of David in the 2nd one?
  • Sloan Bashinsky Yep, but it’s much older than Abraham, Moses, Joshua, et. al. It’s the ancient symbol for Melchizedek, which the early Jews adopted, is how the aliens explained it to me. The aliens your mom and dad, and my mom and dad, put wings on .
  • Sloan Bashinsky In Genesis is reported Abraham having dealings with a man who was Melchizedek, who is described as being a bit “different”, not human eactly, eternal, and in the New Testament Letter tot he Hebrews, that same Melchizedek is mentioned and Jesus is said to be High Priest in Melchizedek or something like that. I never heard that mentioned in any church or Sunday school class, nor the strenuous discipline vaguely described in the letter to the Hebrews. I was put into a trance in around 1992 or 1993, and told, very slowly, it seemed to come from very far away, “Melchizedek … Melchizedek is an order of angel which comes to a planet in trouble … Melchizedek comes to a planet to prepare it to receive the Christ … Christ does not come to a planet without Melchizedek … Mary Magdalene was of the Order Melchizedek …” I ain’t too sure, that gal with the flaming red hair and the Melchizedek star on her fanny, ain’t Kali – she has red hair in these two drawings.

    Welcome home, Kali
  • Dianne Lawson Baker I vaguely remember from EFM that M is also mentioned in the Dead Sea Scrolls as the King of Peace (Shalam, Shalom, Salem). A mysterious and all-encompassing figure. Did not know that was the symbol for him.
    P.S. I’m so happy Nelle wrote to you. As it should be.
  • Sloan Bashinsky I’m glad she wrote to me, too, and Alice last year, snail mail. In Genesis M is called the King of Salem. There aparently are many Melchizedek. Sometimes they live on this world in human form. I suppose they get about the creation a bit, or a lot. They certainly made their presence known to me. Heap fun, as the getting acquainted progressed.

Novelist Ann Massey, of Perth Australia, replied to yesterday’s post at goodmorningkeywest.com:

Ann Massey

Hi Sloan,

Do you intend writing another novel based on the Eimer’s case? It would lend itself to a satire & could incorporate all your fabulous illustrations. Just a thought!


I replied

Well, Ann, that never  yet until now crossed my mind, but now that you have brought it up, I’ll just naturally want to see how that notion sits with the muses :-). I wonder if they are inclined, they will let me wax on demonic possession, which I broached in the latest Super Cop report? That was not metaphor, it is what is happening in Key West’s police department and in its city officials.

Needing non-major-related credits to graduate from Vanderbilt, I took an history of the English novel course the first semester of my senior year, and an history of the American novel course the second semester. The second novel’s course set me to thinking maybe I would like to be a novelist like Earnest Hemingway.

Hemingway typingErnest Hemingway

Life brought other experiences, however, mostly awful, which made me a lousy husband and father, and left me lost and hopeless, which finally led to my asking God for help and offering my life to human service, which offer was accepted, and the person I then was started becoming someone else entirely, who nobody knew, who had known me.

Along the way, four novels did fall out of me, so off-beat the potential audience had to be thin even as I fantasized runaway best sellers. The first, Kundalina, Alabama, was published by a vanity press; the second and third, Br’er Rabbit Meets the Devil and Krazy Justice, written side by side, never got past being laid out ready to go to press; and the fourth, Heavy Wait: A Strange Tale, finally was published in 2006 by a print-to-order publishing house on its dime.

All four tales were not nearly so strange as my life, but were strange enough. Ann Massey ordered, read and 5-star-reviewed Heavy Wait at amazon.com. I ordered, read and 5-star- reviewed Ann’s Salvation Jane at amazon.com.

Amiga Diane Burledsen, former 5-star dedicated Key West resistance fighter now living in her native Norway, emailed yesterday:

Diane Bureldsen

hey sloan

can I ask a favor of you?

we are needing an announcer for our flag football games next week – can you help us find some person/s?

games friday , saturday and sunday
jan 16, 17 and 18

at wicker field

i am in town : )

please let me know

how are you ?

my best

I replied:

Hi, Diane,

I will put your request in tomorrow’s post at goodmorningkeywest.com. My voice is not reliable for such use.

Do you have a flyer promo for the tournament?


Diane wrote:

hey sloan!

nice to hear from you
and thank you for taking so much time sendnig updates on all the shit and corruption that happens : )

yes, i have some informaiton

in this email is a program
and a flier

your right … your voice would be horrible!
but i am here on the island
and would love to see you
i can buy you a cup of coffee
here is the information

thank you so much


I replied:

Thanks, I will be at the western end of Higgs Beach, near the small pier, around sunset today. If you can do that, call and let me know, so I will be sure to be there – 305-407-4285. Super Cop usually is there that time of day, if the weather is nice, like it is today.

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Super Cop was not there, and I did not hear back from Diane yet, but I might mosey over to Wicker Field next weekend and watch a ladies’ tamer version of the full-speed, full-contact touch football I so loved playing in the fraternity league at Vanderbilt, where I met and fell in love with Dianne.

Northwestern University alumnae Jerry Weinstock, M.D., Psychiatry, retired, usually, replied to yesterday’s post at goodmorningkeywest.com:

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Sloan–good Blog as usual. ( I still can’t get over mistaken Alabama as the
winner in that semi final playoff game——first time I ever rooted for them
mainly on your behalf-(-most probably..) Tomorrow night should be fascinating–
I know Ohio state and Oregon–and I know who is playing in the NFL today–playoffs.
[ I haven’t lost my mind completely but in our world now an intact mind is elusive.]
(my book and conflict with the publisher is driving us NUTS )

Down to business——Sunday NY times –editorial section (Jan.11th )
Editorial by Nicholas Kristof—-RACE, POLICE and the PROPAGANDA.
page 11 –about 5 paragraphs from the end—-it is insightful and directly
related to the Eimer’s tragedy –and many others.(classic)—-I will save it if for some
reason you can’t get it. —–have a fulfilling day —!! Jerry

I replied:

You are forgiven, perhaps subconsciously you are an Alabama fan at heart :-), or you really don’t like Ohio State :-). Will look for NY Times editorial later, right now I’m needing a breather from various things probably unmentionable.

Jerry wrote:

going to supper –the article has a classic paragraph—-

SundayReview | OP-ED COLUMNIST

Race, the Police and the Propaganda

WELCOME visitors to New York City! This has been the best time ever to urinate on a street, sneak onto the subway or run a red light, for the police force has been on a virtual strike.

Police officers may be making a point for contract negotiations. But many also are genuinely frustrated and, along with millions of other Americans, seem sympathetic to an argument that goes like this:

The real threat to young black men isn’t white cops. It’s other black men. Police officers are numerous in black neighborhoods not because they want to hang out there, but because they’re willing to risk their lives to create order on streets where too many residents have kids outside of marriage, or collect government benefits but disdain jobs. Instead of receiving thanks for their efforts, cops have been cursed and attacked. Hate-mongering led by President Obama built a climate of animosity that led to the murder of two of New York’s finest. And where are the street protests denouncing those racist murders? Don’t blue lives count?


The relationship between the police and the mayor in New York has been closely watched recently. CreditRichard Perry/The New York Times

Rudy Giuliani, the former mayor of New York and de facto spokesman for that viewpoint,put it this way in November when he was asked about Ferguson, Mo., on “Meet the Press”: “I find it very disappointing that you’re not discussing the fact that 93 percent of blacks in America are killed by other blacks. We’re talking about the exception here.”

“What about the poor black child that is killed by another black child?” he added. “Why aren’t you protesting that?”

After the assassination of the two New York police officers, Giuliani declared: “We’ve had four months of propaganda, starting with the president, that everybody should hate the police.”

That view has gained traction, creating an astonishing impasse in America’s largest city. In one week in late December, the number of police citations, summonses and arrests in some categories fell by 90 percent from the same week the previous year.

That’s not “a few bad apples.” That’s the apple basket.

Most of us understand that police officers are often in an impossible position, and we appreciate their courage and good work. When they work.

So let’s examine the narrative that Giuliani and others have spread.

Take the argument that police killings are a red herring because the biggest threat to blacks is other blacks. The latter part is true. Where the perpetrator has been identified, 93 percent of murderers of blacks are also black. Then again, it’s equally true that 84 percent of murderers of whites are fellow whites.


How would we feel if we were told: When Americans are killed by Muslim terrorists, it’s an exception. Get over it.

Some offenses are particularly destructive because they undermine the social system. Terrorism is in that category, and so is police abuse. Unfortunately, there’s evidence that such abuse is too common.

In 2012, an African-American detective in the New York City Police Department, Harold Thomas, hobbled from a nightclub to his car (he had been shot a year earlier by a would-be armed robber). Other police officers didn’t recognize him and, according to Thomas, slammed his head into his vehicle, threw him to the ground and handcuffed him. He is suing the city.

Thomas, who retired last year after 30 years, admires the police force but says the racial bias is ingrained — caused by a small percentage of officers who “make everyone look bad.”

Reuters interviewed 25 African-American male police officers, some retired, in New York City and said all but one reported having been subjected to unwarranted incidents — from stop-and-frisks to being thrown into prison vans. Five said they had had guns pulled on them.

A 2010 New York State task force report on police-on-police shootings identified 14 officers around the country killed by fellow officers over the previous 15 years in mistaken identity shootings. Ten of the 14 were officers of color.

Then there’s a ProPublica investigation that found that young black men are shot dead by police at 21 times the rate of young white men.

It’s true that some on the left who are aghast at racial profiling are sometimes prone to career profiling: We should stereotype neither black youths nor white cops. Some extremist protesters turned to the slogan “arms up, shoot back,” or to chants of “What do we want? Dead cops.” That was inexcusable. But, of course, that’s not remotely what Obama was saying.

PunditFact reviewed all of Obama’s statements and found that he never encouraged hostility toward police; it labeled that Giuliani assertion as “pants on fire.” Good for Obama and other politicians — including Mayor Bill de Blasio — for trying to shine a light on inequality in law enforcement.

“Many of my peers were deeply racist,” Redditt Hudson, a former St. Louis cop, wrote in The Washington Post last month. He described seeing force used unnecessarily, particularly against blacks, such as the time a boy who couldn’t walk was punched, handcuffed and dragged by his ankles from his home to a car.

Hudson said that the fundamental need is an end to impunity.

“Cops aren’t held accountable for their actions, and they know it,” he wrote. “These officers violate rights with impunity. They know there’s a different criminal justice system for civilians and police. Even when officers get caught, they know they’ll be investigated by their friends, and put on paid leave.”

Race is a nettlesome issue, and I recognize that I’m calling for more diversity and accountability in police forces even as my own institution — the press — doesn’t look like America either.

We can all do better. Put yourselves in the shoes of the family of Tamir Rice, the black 12-year-old boy shot dead in November in Cleveland. A 911 call had reported someone carrying a “probably fake” gun, and Tamir was carrying a pellet pistol.

A white police officer, who had previously been judged unprepared for the stresses of the job, shot Tamir. A video released a few days ago shows the boy’s 14-year-old sister rushing to her fallen brother — and then tackled by police, handcuffed, and placed in a police car a few feet from her dying brother. The officers stood around and gave him no medical aid.

To those who see no problem in policing, just one question: What if that were your son or daughter?

Sloan at protest march

Life is predictably unpredictable, but as things now stand, I will watch Ohio State go duck hunting tonight at Buckeye fan Super Cop’s favorite “sports bar”.


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further adventures of Key West’s Super Cop, including her weighing in on tasers and the Charles Eimers death in police custody case, her potential as the Eimers family’s expert cop witness in the federal litigation, her psychiatric dismemberment of yet another bumbling KWPD unmarked car tail, and her going duck hunting Monday night in the BSC Championship game, plus a bit more about VVDCs (vicious van dweller criminals) and the demon running KWPD, the city officials and other people in the Eimers case

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Ann Massey

Ann Massey, of Perth Australia, author of several novels, including SALVATION JANE, which I enjoyed and sent a 5-star review of it to amazon.com, wrote yesterday about my losing the keysmyhome@hotmail.com email account, and replacing it with sloanbashinsky@outlook.com:

I can empathize -all you can do is start afresh!
All the best,

I replied:

Yep, and there is plenty “afresh” underfoot, as I figured there would be, knowing the angels view change as the “Holy Grail”.

Tim Gratz, ex-lawyer, replied to this ex-lawyer’s past-present, Sloan Bashinsky and Dr. Martin Luther King, at goodmorningkeywest.com post yesterday at goodmorningkeywest.com:

Tim Gratz

Wow, Sloan, I really really appreciated seeing your family photos!
Best wishes for 2015 and let’s hope justice is done in the Eimers case.
I havee great confidence in the Horan law firm.

I replied:

Hi, Tim – thanks.

The Horan firm, and the hotshot mainland trial lawyers they associated in the Eimers case, seem capable and motivated. However, they do not threaten prison time, but their hard work might help the US Department of Justice take the case down that road, if it decides to get involved. I’m still waiting on the US Magistrate’s determination of whether or not the defendant city cops committed perjury in their depositions, which, based on what I have seen in blue paper articles, it appears they certainly did. The US Attorney prosecuted Jim Hendrick for conspiracy and witness tampering, even though the statute of limitations had run on the facilitating a bribe of a county commissioner allegations. No statute of limitations seem to have run in the Eimers case, yet. I hope DOJ, or US Attorney, does not dally. I am not holding my breath on Florida Department of Law Enforcement and/or State Attorney Catherine Vogel getting right with God in the Eimers case; nor KWPD Police Chief Donie Lee and Internal Affairs, nor Mayor Cates and the six city commissioners. If the Eimers case turns out to be Key West’s Chernobyl, that might make the 2016 mayor’s race a hell of a lot more interesting, and perhaps the 2015 city commission races, depending on the Eimers case timeline.


I bicycled over to Higgs Beach yesterday evening,

Higgs Beach small pier

hoping to find Super Cop there and talk with her about Eimers case stuff rummaging in my mind, and watch what was looking like would be another beautiful sunset. Super Cop was there, and we sat down in our folding chairs and had a kinda pow wow, which went sort like …

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I said I’d told someone on Facebook earlier in the day that I’ve been looking at something bothersome, which is Naja and Arnaud Girard,

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co-publishers of Key West the Newspaper (thebluepaper.com), and other people seem to have taken the position that tasers should be gotten rid of entirely. Super Cop said, and leave cops with only guns to shoot people with. Precisely, I said.

I said, in one taser case, the Girards and other people got all worked up over over, it is not clear whether the cop was in front of the man he tasered, or behind him, and it is not clear if the cop gave a warning that the taser would be used, or did not give a warning. That’s what the Citizen Police Review Board is trying to determine. However, what the Girards and others tried to do, was make tasering the cause of the man being paralyzed in a hospital, with a brain injury, a virtual vegetable, perhaps for the rest of his life. Yet there was no way that cop could have known or anticipated when he fired the taser, that the man would fall head first onto the sidewalk and end up with that brain injury. Super Cop agreed, there was no way the cop could be blamed for that injury, because it could not be anticipated.

I said, so that brings me to the Charles Eimers case, which the blue paper broke, and but for the blue paper, we would not know about the case.

I said, the Girards and others have argued a taser was used on Eimers. Or a stun gun, which is different from a taser. Yes, Super  Cop said, a taser fires darts, a stun gun is put against a person and is fired. I said, whatever Officer Gary Lee Lovette had, it had a video recorder … which came on when the gun was drawn, Super Cop said. Yes, I said, and the device was left on for a good while after the incident, and it recorded the cops were laughing when they killed Eimers, and it recorded later statements by Lovette, who seemed to have forgotten, or never thought, the device was recording what he was saying.

Super Cop said, if the device was on, then its video recorder would have shown the gun being used on Eimers. I said, I did not think the video showed the gun being used on Eimers, and I saw nothing in the two bystanders’ videos of the incident showing a taser or stun gun was used on him. And Lovette later said he did not use it, because he was afraid of hitting a fellow officer with it. That would make sense, Super Cop said.

I said, one of the blue paper readers, who goes by the anonymous name, Sister, has pushed really hard for Eimers being tasered, and that is what killed him. I said Sister got really really upset with me after I kept saying the taser argument was a diversion, a taser was not what killed Eimers, and if that argument was used by the plaintiff lawyers, they would lose the case in federal court.

I said, Sister is under demonic influence, and the demon wants the jury to believe Eimers was tasered, because that will cause the jury to conclude the electric shock stopped Eimers’ bad heart, which all evidence says was ready to go out at any time, even in his sleep. Super Cop said, Eimers was not wearing a sign saying he had a bad heart. Right, I said, and if a cop tasered Eimers, or used a stun gun on him, there was no way the cop could know that would stop Eimers’s heart. Super Cop agreed. And the jury would let the cops walk, I said. Super Cop agreed. I said, I wouldn’t blame the jury for letting the cops walk, if they believed a taser or stun gun stopped Eimers about to go out at any time heart. Super Cop agreed.

I said, if I were the plaintiff lawyer trying the case, I would make darn sure I got out of Gary Lee Lovette on the witness stand, that he did not use his taser, or stun gun, on Charles Eimers, and neither did any other cop, because I want the jury to know for a fact that no taser, or stun gun was used, because I don’t want them thinking a taser or stun gun is what stopped Eimers ready to go out at any moment heart. Super Cop agreed.

I said, Lovette is the only cop who basically told the truth, but most of what he said was so horrible, that it was twisted by Police Chief Donie Lee and the Grand Jury into boasting, made up, and Lovette told the Grand Jury he had boasted, made it up. And for boasting, making it up, he was suspended for 5 days by Chief Lee. Super Cop smiled wanly.

She asked if Eimers struggled when the cops were on him? If not, and he just quietly died under them, that would indicate his bad heart failed, and they did not kill him. I said, in the bystander’s videos, Eimers walked from his car and, when ordered to do so, he raise his hands and kneeled on the beach and put his hands out in front of him, and then he lay down. The cops then approached him and got down on him, holding him, pinning his shoulders to the ground, one cop, Lovette, had a knee on Eimers back. Eimers started struggling pretty good, a cop raised up Eimers’ right leg in the hobble position, as Eimers kept struggling. Lovette said he came down on Eimers like a fucking bomb, elbowed him in the back of the head.

Super Cop said, all of that would force Eimers face into the sand and he couldn’t breathe. Yeah, I said, and then he started struggling, and they hobbled him and he struggled more, and then he stopped struggling, because he was dead. Smothered. Super Cop nodded.

I did not think to tell Super Cop, after the cops realized Eimers wasn’t moving and something was wrong, they rolled him over, and the 2 bystander’s video showed his eyes closed and sand all over his face. In their perjured depositions, the cops said there was no sand on Eimers face, and he had tried to get up, or they had tried to sit him up, to stand him up, but the 2nd bystander’s video shows that did not happen; Eimers succumbed lying facedown under them.

I told Super Cop, the demon running the cops and the taser theory, also is running the mayor and the city commissioners, the city manager and then city attorney.

Super Cop said she and Naja Girard were playing telephone tag, and she would keep trying to reach Naja. It did not occur to me last night that Super  Cop might make a terrific expert witness for the plaintiffs; a real cop, a super cop, who would tell the jury how she saw it, based on the evidence in the case.

When I asked Super Cop if she would now let me report the fun time she’d had with the second unmarked cop tail, which I mentioned in a post the other day, but did not go into?, she said, yeah, she was okay with me reporting it. I said, oh goody, because she really fucked with those two cops’ minds.. She did it so good, that I think I also will start calling her Cop Psychiatrist; she shrunk their minds and their balls down to nothing. Super Cop said, yep, she doesn’t like bad cops.

I asked her to retell the story, so I was sure I understood it.

She said she left Higgs Beach the night of the full moon, and headed up Atlantic Blvd and on out to Smathers Beach, and out past the airport to House Boat row, to park and watch the full moon come up.

En route, she spotted the tail behind her, an unmarked car following about 6 car lengths back. She pulled over the the side of the road to watch the moonrise, and the tail pulled off to the side of the road about six car lengths back, with its lights still on, disturbing not only her view of the moonrise, but other people out there’s view.

Super Cop said she whipped a U-turn and headed back the other way on South Roosevelt Blvd, like she was going back the way she had come. The tail started to move, then stopped, as if it was trying to decide what to do, as Super Cop whipped another U-turn right in behind them, with her lights on them now.

The tail took off,, headed toward Flagler Avenue, with Super Cop right on their bumper. The light turned red at Flagler before they got there, so the tail stopped at the light, in the left lane, with Super Cop right behind. When the light changed to green, the tail turned left and took off down Flagler, and Super Cop went straight and the fun ended.

I told Super Cop that I’d made a mistake reporting that she was from Ohio, because that fingered her van, which bears Ohio license places. She said, maybe so. But then, maybe not, because if I had not fingered her van bearing Ohio plates, the local cops would not know which van was hers; they might roust the wrong woman, in the wrong van, and scare her to death. Better, actually, I had reported she is from Ohio, therefore.

Super Cop chuckled over my calling her and other people who live in their vans, vicious van dweller criminals. VVDC, Super Cop said. Yeah, sounds like a disease, I said. The mayor and city commissioners changed their ordinance to make you VVDC, because, they proclaimed, VVCDs posed a dangerous threat to the safety, health and welfare of Key West residents, tourists and the lodging industry. Yeah, VVDCs are a real threat to the lodging industry, Super Cop chuckled.

A fellow named Victor had walked up as Super Cop started telling me again about how she had dealt with the tail. Victor said he just got back the day before from Anchorage Alaska, and he’s been reading my ramblings at goodmorningkeywest.com every day, and is amazed I haven’t been killed yet. He sends my ramblings to other friends, who use the Internet.

Victor said, he’s traveled and lived in his van, his only home, for many years.  He’s traveled 49 of the states in America, and a great deal of Canada, and all over Florida, and Key West is the only city where he’s been, which gives people who live in their vans a hard time; everywhere else he’s been, people are easy with it. Super Cop said, she had not traveled that widely, but she had not had trouble elsewhere living in her van, her only home; only in Key West is she harassed.

Another VVCD asked if Florida Department of Law Enforcement Special Agent Kathy Smith was going to prison for her role in FDLE’s bogus investigation of the Eimers case? I said I didn’t know, but Smith and FDLE, and State Attorney Catherine Vogel, are diversions. The case is KWPD. Without KWPD, there would be no Eimers case, and FDLE and Vogel never would have been involved. They are but ornaments, KWPD is the tree. KWPD is where the focus in Key West needs to be, and to remain.

Another VDDC said, Eimers left the scene of the traffic stop on North Roosevelt Blvd, and what happened after that was predictable. I said, Eimers didn’t leave the scene; the cop said he wasn’t going to return Eimer’s drivers license, and that freaked Eimers out and he thought the cop was done with him and he drove away, and the cop then called it in and the so-called chase started.

I said, Key West police have a practice of not returning drivers licences to people who live in their vehicles, or bending and cracking the licenses, so the next cop who deals with them will know they are living in their vehicle. This practice is known to the people running the driver’s license office on South Roosevelt. Really? Yeah, really. That cop set Eimers up, because he believed Eimers was homeless. The rest followed. The cops who came in as back up were told Eimers was living in his vehicle. They rushed to the rumble. They turned off their cruiser video recorders, because they knew they were going to a rumble and didn’t want it recorded. But for the two bystanders’ videos and Lovette’s taser, or stun gun, video, the cops would have gotten clean away with it.

A VVDC asked how I thought the federal lawsuit would go? I said I have no clue; I was taught in law school, and learned during my law practice, not to predict what judges and juries will do; it was a great way to get sued for malpractice, if I told a client he/she would win a lawsuit and it didn’t turn out the way I had predicted. I told clients how I would decide their case, if I were the judge or jury, but I made sure they understood I was neither the judge nor the jury.

The demon running the Eimers case is using it as an entry to gain a lot more control over Key West. Demonic possession usually starts like cancer, in one area, then it spreads to other areas. The farther the cancer progresses, the more difficult it is to turn the tide back the other way. Demons are very clever. This one is super wiley, and it has snookered all seven elected city officials, the city manager and the city attorney.

A demon’s target seldom knows what’s underway, absent a straight up willing deal made with the demon, which sometimes happens, and is what Adolph Hitler did, and his henchmen followed suit, as explained all too well in the Spear of Destiny, by Trevor Ravenscroft, a real Grail Knight, which is nothing like the various romantic tales of Grail seekers and champions. Nothing like that at all.

When Super Cop said yesterday afternoon that she is a Buckeye fan, I said Ohio State has my respect, it had been a long time since I saw a team beat up Alabama; I’d seen Alabama get beat, but not beat up, and Ohio State beat up Alabama New Year’s Day. Super Cop said where she will watch the Buckeyes go duck hunting Monday night, the Oregon Ducks. I said I think I will join her there, instead of go to Jack Flats to watch it; I am very interested in that game, and I love watching good college football teams go at it, I like that much better than pro football games.

The Eimers case is a pro football game. The stakes are huge. One of the VVDCs asked me yesterday afternoon, if I was going to write about demonic possession today? That’s Sunday, the person said. Why not?, I answered. Sunday is the best day of all to talk about demons. Sunday is when lots of people go to church to be righteous, but they don’t admit and apologize in church for bad things they did the week before.

Wouldn’t surprise me if every cop involved in the Eimers case claim Jesus saved him/her. Wouldn’t surprise me all seven elected city officials and the city manager and the city manager claim Jesus saved them, too. You should see them bow their heads when a Christian minister makes the invocation at city commission meetings, and ends the prayer with, “In Jesus’ name”. You should see them assent to that prayer, which I do not believe is legal under US Supreme Court rulings, because it favors a specific religion in violation of the First Amendment to the United States Constitution.

If those city officials were truly saved by Jesus, they would behave very differently about the Charles Eimers case. Same for the cops involved in that case.

Sloan at protest march

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past-present, Sloan Bashinsky and Dr. Martin Luther King, at goodmorningkeywest.com

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internet trouble

Last night, Hotmail, Outlook, or MicroSoft made it impossible for me to get into my keysmyhome@hotmail.com email account, and the methods they provided for recovering it didn’t work, which was a repeat of my losing the sloanbashinsky@hotmail.com email account about 6 months ago. I lost a lot of email addresses that time, but this time I had a lot of email addresses saved in a file not connected with the Internet, which may please or displease some people more than others.

So, I created a new email account, sloanbashinsky@outlook.com, and the first and, so far, only person to write to me there is my older daughter, Nelle.

Nelle today

That is how Kali works. She cleans the slate, so something new can begin.

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So, having no email correspondence with other people to share today, I share a few photos sent by Nelle, starting with two of her and her husband, John and their daughters, Jordan (right) and Avery (left).

Nelle and her family

Nelle, Jordan and Avery

Except for seeing Nelle and John at my father’s memorial service in September 2005, I had not seen nor heard from any of them since 1999, until Nelle sent me a friend request on Facebook a few days ago, and then she sent me a note, and I bawled.

After receiving from Nelle this photo of her (right) and her nearly 2-year younger sister, Alice (left),

Nelle and Aliceand these 1978 photos of us at or near my father’s home in Islamorada, Mile Marker 76, Lower Matecumbe Key,

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Nelle and me, Fish HouseAlice and me, Fish House

I got on my bicycle and pedaled over to Higgs Beach, bawling.

John’s father was one of my favorite law professors at the University of Alabama School of Law. I first met John when he and Nelle were kids, after Nelle’s mother, Dianne, and Nelle and Alice had moved from Birmingham back to Tuscaloosa, where the University of Alabama School of Law and the main University of Alabama campus are located. Tuscaloosa is about 60 miles west southwest of Birmingham. John and Nelle were buddies but did not date in high school. They got romantic in 1990, after graduating from college.

Not all is warm and fuzzy and feels good, though. Back down here in the state mental, The Citizen’s Editorial Board set me to pondering, my interjected thoughts in bold italics, I added the photos.

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Saturday, January 10, 2015
Let’s make this year’s MLK parade a success

As we hurtle into the New Year, so much of our nation seems to be in discord. The Ferguson, Mo., events are not resolved, and blacks in that community feel marginalized and that the justice system has failed them. Ferguson is a small town with a predominately black population and a mostly white police force.

In New York, Mayor Bill de Blasio’s exhortations to police who certainly appeared to use unjustifiable force that resulted in the death of a man selling single cigarettes have led to a major crisis following the assassination of two policemen by a deranged man. Many New York City police officers have ceased doing their jobs, and baselessly accused the mayor of “having blood on his hands.” It bears remembering that de Blasio was elected partly on his promise of dealing with “stop and frisk” policing, which was heavily perpetrated mostly on young, black males.

There can be no doubt that police procedures nationwide have not dealt equitably with people of color. Blacks are jailed and executed at levels far above their representation in our population.

As we approach the 86th anniversary of The Rev. Martin Luther King Jr.’ s birthday, it is appropriate to ponder what he would make of the current racial climate in our nation, and what he would advise. In a multitude of ways, he continues to speak to us via his writings and recordings of his speeches.

“I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality,” he said.

With God, Dr. King, anything is possible; alas, with man (earthlings), the starless midnight of racism and war is still very much alive and well, despite your good and heroic efforts, which, opposing the Vietnam war, is what got you assassinated.

King would be the first to acknowledge that great progress has been made in access to education, job opportunities and legal rights for blacks since that tragic day he was murdered nearly 47 years ago. He would be immensely proud of President Obama, black CEOs of Fortune 500 companies, and presidents of major American universities. But he would chide us that much more needs to be done to make sure black youngsters achieve more in their classrooms and have better access to higher education. He would undoubtedly point out that educational opportunities would ensure better economic success for blacks.

Oh, I rather imagine Dr. King would have given President Obama bloody hell for accepting the Nobel Peace Prize

Barack Obama Nobel

while continuing to wage the two stupid, ruinous, evil wars of George W. Bush, Dick Cheney, Donald Rumsfeld and Condoleeza Rice. And, I rather imagine Dr. King would still be giving President Obama bloody hell for American troops still being in Iraq and Afghanistan today. And I imagine Dr. King would have given George, Dick, Donald and Condoleezza hell.


It is likely he would counsel us all to come together and work toward healing in Ferguson, Mo., and New York City. Nothing is gained by continuing rancor, the destruction of property, and work stoppage while trying to deal more effectively with police policies that truly do need major changes.

Actually, I imagine Dr. King would be hollering for a full investigation of Ferguson PD and City Hall by the F.B.I. and the United States Department of Justice, even as he begs blacks to remain calm, and advises them to continue their protests peacefully, and invites whites, browns and yellows to follow suit.

In Key West, we have an opportunity soon to recommit ourselves to the principles of nonviolence and the much-needed goals of true racial equality with the various celebrations on Jan. 19, a national holiday in honor of King. A full day of events is planned, centered in Nelson English Park, including broadcasts of King’s speeches. The day will culminate with a parade assembling at 4:15 p.m. and commencing at 5 p.m. The parade will pass down Amelia to Duval and up to Front Street, then return to the park.

Martin Luther King Jr. day events are being organized by Mona C. Clark. For information, call 305-294-6949.

We know Key West can muster a large and energetic parade, as it does at Christmastime. Let’s all work this year to create more community involvement in this parade, both as spectators and participants.

This is good, but, my goodness, The Citizen did not even report the protest march against police brutality and for police accountability, and there was, as I recall, only one black person, male, in that march, and one hispanic person, female. The rest of the marchers were white, perhaps as many as 60, who were collectively galvanized by the killing of Charles Eimers by KWPD, and the ensuing massive cover up and perjured testimony by the police officers involved, which has been supported 110 percent by the city’s mayor, city commissioners and city manager and, if I had to hazard a wild ass guess, by 95 percent of the people living in Key West. But then, that was the inevitable city response to KWPD killing Charles Eimers, given the officers believed he was poor white trash (homeless, living in his PT Cruiser). Dr. King would be raising bloody hell over that, if he lived in Key West today.

We can show that we revere Dr. King’s contribution by marching in the parade, as anyone is welcome to do so. Business owners, please send along a float or vehicle for this special commemoration. Coast Guard and Navy, some of your handsome marching units are needed. Everyone loves Sheriff Rick Ramsey’s Animal Farm unit and it would be a welcomed addition. A band is very much needed, two would be even better; how can this be arranged?

The simple act of remembering what King’s leadership brought us in terms of civil rights and respect for human dignity is important for our community, especially our children, to witness. Everyone loves a parade; let’s make this year’s event large and lively and loving.

Perhaps some marchers will carry posters with Charles Eimers’ face on them, to remind everyone else at the parade that Key West missed the entire point of Dr. King’s life and work, and of one human family, and of Jesus, whom most of them, I figure 95 percent, claim saved them.

— The Citizen

This was on bigpinekey.com’s popular Coconut Teleglraph forum yesterday:


[Editor Bad] “The CT stands for freedom of speech” Does it really? Our posts are routinely mangled, twisted or not even published. What the submitter originally intended is replaced by whatever Deer Ed’s agenda is that day. Yes, we all know that this is his blog to run as he sees fit, but don’t try to convince us that anyone posting here has any real freedom of speech. Bring back uncensored Saturdays if you really want to hear the uncensored voice of the people.

Deer Ed does the same thing to my submissions to the Coconut Telegraph, sometimes changing the meaning entirely. He also cherry picks from articles at goodmorningkeywest.com, often changing the meaning entirely. At goodmorningkeywest.com, your email comments to me, if used by me, are published verbatim. Your comments made directly to articles at goodmorningkeywest.com, if cleared from moderation, are verbatim. Another difference between goodmorningkeywest.com and the Coconut Telegraph, and any other website and newspaper known to me, is I fully interact with people who write to me, and I often publish the interactions. That method does not appeal to everyone, but it is the only way I know to report conversations accurately and fairly.

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Shameless beggar that I have become, after never panhandling when I lived on the street off and on in Key West for several years, there is a PayPal donation button above the right-hand menu of this website, goodmorningkeywest.com, and my snail mail address is 1711 Seminary Street, Key West, FL 33040.

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Below is the text of an email from me today, 1/7/2015, to my father’s lawyer, John McKleroy, of the Birmingham law firm, Spain & Gillon, which has represented the Bashinsky family for four generations. John and I attended the University of Alabama School of Law in Tuscaloosa together, and later we attended the first masters in taxation program offered by that law school, which was taught 2 days a week for 2 years in Birmingham. John and I have had many conversations about Bashinsky family matters, especially concerning my father and me.

Morning, John – 

You were one of the dream pests before dawn this morning, directing me to send you today’s post at goodmorningkeywest.com, below, which I will republish at goodmorningbirminingham.com.
Mat Johnson, at Sterne, Agee & Leach, is one of the main characters in the post. Two other main characters are buddies in Helen, Georgia, where I was hanging out when you called me in late August 2005, to tell me my father had passed away.
As you may recall, I had only just typed the last word of an eulogy to my father’s and my relationship, which I named “The Hit and Miss Club,” when my cell phone started ringing and it was you with the news of my father’s death. I shared the eulogy with you after one of the Helen men, John Erble, brought me to Birmingham. You later told me cold chills ran up you spine when you read it.
The other Helen man, Davis Broadway, had been a good friend of Major and Luke Evins; they met in Air National Guard training in Texas. I nearly fell out when I was introduced to Davis in mid-2001, if I was Major Bashinsky’s brother? At that time, I was Sloan Young and had just the day before finished writing Heavy Wait: A Strange Tale, which I had told a few people was being written by God and I was taking dictation. 
Davis was the first person to read Heavy Wait. He had several copies of the manuscript printed, and shared them with different people, including a friend in Birmingham, Melvin Slotnick, with whom I had attended Crestline Heights Elementary School. Melvin, a Jew convert to Christianity, shared the manuscript with Douglas “Kip” Culp, a Birmingham lawyer I had known at Ramsay High School, and later reconnected with after he moved back to Birmingham when I still practiced law there.
Kip and I reconnected after I moved back to Birmingham from Colorado in 1995. We had some interesting discussions about spiritual matters, both having changed somewhat, and I told him maybe it was time for him to stop trying to prove himself in the gym and work more in the internal gym. He later remarried and had a young child, when he read Heavy Wait.
Shortly after that, according to Davis, Kip went to a boxing gym and sparred with a young fellow who punched Kip in the heart pretty hard, stopping the sparring. Kip went to a doctor, who told him to rest, stay out of the gym. Kip went to the Downtown YMCA and was working out and got on the running track and dropped dead.
I looked at Davis, said, maybe I shouldn’t give anyone else Heavy Wait to read? Strange look on Davis’ face. But he got it that Kip should have let go of trying to prove himself in a gym.
Please forward this email to Joann Bashinsky, John Stein, Owen Simms, Wayne Pate and my sister, Elizebeth.
Heavy Wait is available at www.amazon.com, in trade paperback and kindle, and in large print trade paperback, and in Spanish. Trade paperback orders might take 3 weeks to receive. Kindle purchase are filled pronto. Kindle allows free preview of first few chapters.
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Joann Bashinsky is my father’s widow, from whom I was told in dreams to request a $500,000 advance against my second, and last, inheritance from my father. A request I flat did not wish to make, but the dreams became quite insistent. My father was in some of the dreams, insisting.

John Stein was the CEO of my father’s company, Golden Flake Snack Foods. Owen Simms was my father’s accountant. Wayne Pate was No. 2 at Golden Flake, under John Stein. All three men, whom I know pretty well, and John McKleroy, are looking after my father’s estate and affairs. As is Joann Bashinsky.

Here’s the post at goodmorningkeywest.com today. It is the latest in a string of posts republished at goodmorningbirmingham.com pursuant to many dreams re my requesting $500,000 from my next inheritance. The angels who boss me around, Jesus, Archangel Michael and Magdalene-Melchizedek, and their eastern accomplice Kali, do not go about things the way human beings go about things.

laying low in Birmingham, north Georgia and Key West, and other maligned grey pallor and Super Cop misconceptions

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Lynda Poland, of New Jersey, who has spend a lot of time in Key West, commented on Facebook to yesterday’s Key West’s super cop, and related local, state, national, global and galactic law and disorder sitcoms post at goodmorningkeywest.com and the post at goodmorningkeywest.com:

Lynda Poland
1/6, 11:01pm
Yikes! What a day ~
what is your address? I want to send you some plates ~ wanna see how many more you can keep up at the same time

Sloan Bashinsky
1/7 4:22am
Just another fun day on the plutonium rock pile, then last night I had fun at the city commission meeting; can’t say the seven people running the city shared my fun, but the looks on some faces in the few citizens in the live audience seemed to indicate they were a bit amused, although the 4 or maybe it was 5 police officers sitting in the back, counting the chief of police, did not seem to be among the amused. Also some rather interesting stuff regarding Birmingham came in yesterday, which was more fun to juggle, since the instigators are good friends of mine. Today’s post might be more entertaining to rednecks, than to well-educated Key West upper crusters and down that food chain … so, I might reverse the menu today and serve the Birmingham courses first, then come in behind with the conch chowder, turtle soup and hogfish courses … :-)

Look! No Cruise Ships!

Amigo John Erble wrote yesterday:

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Greetings from the Woods near Helen, Georgia


No hyperbole Erbele checking in. Greetings old pal.

I finally made the effort to check out your website after a long hiatus… and it seems that the Keys are still benefiting from your own special brand of astute observation and mostly polite suggestion, and that incessant, undying demand for truth. It also seems that you are still entangled in the “web of Birmingham,” being woven and spun by loving family members and and flakes from the golden empire. Your spiritual compass is still guided by magnetic dreams. I wish you the best in all that.

I saw the Darlene and Davis Broadway recently and it was the catalyst for my recent internet foray. We did not speak of you specifically but my mind drifted back… to the Nacoochee Indian Mound and other parts of this area… picking up a homeless dude with an Atlanta Braves cap and an umbrella… and meeting a tortured friend with dreams. Foggy memories flooded back; The many times our paths crossed. Your art. The people you tried to help… Our drive to Birmingham so you could attend your father’s funeral was memorable. The blue blazer I lent to you that you dutifully returned. Pleasant memories aplenty.

From the plethora of posts, I got a few details of your current interests and I’m glad you are mostly well. It seems medically, that your back is an issue and I hope that it heals. From the photos, you look well but looks can be deceiving. You are smiling in most of them, but still conscripted… Hang in there old friend.

Linda and I celebrated 9 years together recently. My work has been satisfying and somewhat productive. Children, both hers and mine are well. Family is disaster free for the moment, but grace abounds…Anne Lamott says there are three basic prayers: HELP, THANKS, WOW. I lost my mother this past year and there will always be some empty places but lots of memories and smiles, too. In all things give thanks.

I hope that you continue your work with an occasional smile. I enjoyed reading some of your work late last night.

All the best!

I replied:

Hi, John, greetings back from the state mental …

I swan, I think I do recall you mentioning picking up a hitchhiker wearing an Atlanta Braves baseball cap with an umbrella, in 2001, a few months before the great upheaval, which was 9/11.

Glad to year you and your clan are doing good, for now; sorry about your mom, but I bet she’s having fun where she now is.

I wrote to a childhood Birmingham friend today, who notified me that a mutual friend of ours, a Birmingham lawyer, had passed from this life, that maybe the gold flake folks will pay me to be quiet and stay in Key West. I bet the passed-on lawyer busted his sides laughing to read that.

I hear from Davis from time to time; he found me on Facebook after my sloanbashinsky@hotmail.com email address was croaked by the provider; I lost a lot of email addresses in that funeral, including yours, I imagine.

I don’t imagine everyone down here would agree with mostly polite characterizing mymodus operandi, but perhaps they are not accustomed to how country folks, and Alabama folks, can carry on when their dander gets up.

The seemingly limitless co-producers of all the crazy sitcoms down here, perhaps inadvertently, keep coming up with lines that cause me to smile, perhaps not when I’m supposed to, however; not being entirely human, as you well know, it’s a bit hard to blend in all the way with earthlings.

I ain’t never gonna forget you telling the Mt. Brook County Club in that Tiny Kingdom part of Birmingham, no thanks, you’d rather run a large swath of beautiful north Georgia state forest and lodges, than be their coca cola, beer and whiskey procurer and dispenser, and their utter astonishment that you turned them down.

I think it was maybe 2 years ago, or so, that I hurt my already hurt back pretty bad, and it don’t bother me too bad now, if I don’t bother it; but I have to stay on my toes and careful. The other long-time ailments also hang around like mother-in-laws who came and never left.

I have many warm, fond memories of you, No 1, but perhaps the one that most sticks in my mind right now is that time I was staying at the Stovall House, was that the name?, across from Davis and Darlene’s place, in 2005, and you came by me walking along that road, wearing another brand of baseball cap, in your old Porche and did a skid to a stop and gave me a lift, then you let me out and did a 180 and tore out of there before the passenger door got closed, and did you slow down to tend to that? Why, heck no. You just barreled out of there leaning over and reaching outside the Porch for that door flapping in the wind until you apprehended it and got to to close. I knew then you wuz half crazy but usually kept it secret.

You would not have fit in at Mt. Brook Country Club at all, but the fellow who passed over, who my old childhood friend wrote about today, was about that same crazy, but he didn’t keep it secret all that well. God knows what they are going to do with him in heaven. There will be no rest in whatever wing he inherited.

You write to me today, my old childhood friend, writes to me today; about 2 weeks ago, a fellow in Michigan, by way of Moundville, Alabama, by way of Philadelphia, by way of NY City, whom I met right after you took me and that blue blazer to Birmingham, called me out of the blue; and another Birmingham friend wrote to me today, and another one called me last night, and, shit, John, maybe something Birmingham is in the air?

Maybe if I’d asked for money for bus fare out of this here state mental, I’d have had money thrown at me?

What can I say? Dieu et le dames, what a wild ride they have provided this shaggy knight of the Kappa Alpha Order, oh worshipable grand master. A fraternity man, indeed.


P.S. The childhood Birmingham friend who wrote to me, at least used to be a member in good standing of Mountain Brook Country Club, in which you have to be born to become a member, and then only after an old fart dies.

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My childhood friend Mat Johnson, senior partner in Sterne, Agee & Leach, headquartered in Birmingham, very old member firm of the New York Stock Exchange, wrote yesterday about the death of one of our Birmingham friends, who also happened to have been a lawyer:

Sloan – It saddens me to report, if you had not already heard, that Tim Perry passed away last Wednesday. I do not know the details as I only learned of it when I read the obit in yesterday’s paper (check AL.com), and someone may have already let you know. I have seen him infrequently the past few years, most recently a month or so ago in the Western Supermarket in MB Village, but he did not look himself at all, a gray pallor and quite disheveled. One of my great memories of Tim was when we all took the trip down to The Fish House [my father’s home on Lower Matecumbe Key] and stopped in Florida City to get much need supplies, like beer, beer and beer, before heading down into the keys. When we observed great clouds of smoke in the distance, the learned Mr. Perry informed us that due to his experience in the area while clerking for a US District Judge down there, he knew it to be the effect caused when the drying cane was burned off the sugar fields. Of course we later learned that it was instead the torching of Liberty City by the displaced Cubans!! Sounds from your blogs of late that the Bham crowd continues to be a pain in your much maligned ass, so I wish you a speedy recovery for both your ass, and your wallet, in the coming year. Mat J.

Mat included emails with JL, another long-time Birmingham amigo, retired lawyer:

So, what happened to Ezra? The last few times I had seen him, mostly @ Western in the village, he did not seem to be well and somewhat disheveled but must admit I have been out of that loop for a while, as I guess he had as well, so had no clue. mmj

JL replied to Mat:

I don’t know either, except alcohol appears to have been a material contributing factor (at least according to a message I had from SD, which mentioned that he had seen him often the last few months, probably wearing his AA hat).

I replied to Mat:

Hi, Mat – thanks for letting me know about Tim, I had not heard it.

He did like the sauce, and he did play hard.

He was just as exciting and entertaining on Alabama Bar Association ski trips “out west”, skied moguls by stepping on them as they arrived, sort of like someone walking on stilts.

I also remember that trip to the Keys and Tim staying up all night and running a few miles on US 1 before we went fishing each day. I think that was the most fun I ever had on a trip to the Keys from Birmingham. To call it wild would seriously understate and impugn.

Yeah, the Birmingham flake stuff has been heap fun, but I worked really hard to get my much maligned pain in the ass; perhaps they will be moved to simply pay me a few Brinks to be quiet and stay down here :-).

Give JL my regards, I don’t suppose I should ask if he saw SD or Perry at AA meetings.

Feel free to share, burn, smoke, or whatever.

Ciaosky, baa baa black sheep

Baa Baa Black Sheep

Oh, perhaps my New Zealand amiga down here’s lymrics might come in opportune at some point in time up there:

“Kiwi, Kiwi, do not weep, was not me that shagged that sheep; it was an Aussie second class that fucked that baa baa up the ass.”

And, the way Aussies practice safe sex is they paint a black X on the butt of sheep that kick.

I think maybe both jokes are about male Aussies, but I’m not entirely sure.


P.S. This fun forward from a north Georgia redneck amigo, who hatched in Montgomery, and matriculated at U of Alabama, and then married a Birmingham Country Club socialite, which didn’t end well, entirely, also might fit into old folks stories up there. Can you believe none of the the Curtis and Leroys thought to inquire the sex of the most happy pig?

Curtis and Leroy

Davis Broadway, aka Na Ga Hick
—– Forwarded Message —–Sent: Monday, January 5, 2015 9:59 AM
Have a great New Year!    Pete     Start it with a laugh or smile
Some old and some new…funny!
    If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.
(Hardly seems worth it.)
If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb.
(Now that’s more like it!)
The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet.
A pig’s orgasm lasts 30 minutes.
Is that why they are always squealing?
A cockroach will live nine days without its head before it starves to death.(Creepy)
(I’m still not over the pig.)
Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.
(Don’t try this at home; maybe at work.)
The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the male’s head off.
(Honey, I’m home . What the…?)
The flea can jump 350 times its body length. It’s like a human jumping the length of a football field.
(30 minutes. Lucky pig! Can you imagine?)
The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds.
(What could be so tasty on the bottom of a pond?)
Some lions mate over 50 times a day.
(I still can’t believe that pig …quality over quantity.)
Butterflies taste with their feet.
(Something I always wanted to know.)
The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.
Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people.
(If you’re ambidextrous, do you split the difference?)
Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump.
(Okay, so that would be a good thing.)
A cat’s urine glows under a black light.
(I wonder how much the government paid to figure that out.)
An ostrich’s eye is bigger than its brain.
(I know some people like that.)
Starfish have no brains.
(I know some people like that, too.)
Polar bears are left-handed.
(If they switch, they’ll live a lot longer.)
Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.
(What about that pig? Do the dolphins know about the pig?)
Now that you’ve smiled at least once, it’s your turn to spread these crazy facts and send this to someone you want to bring a smile to, maybe even a chuckle.
In other words, send it to everyone!

I replied to ALL:

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Outstanding, but is it the male or the female pig?


Slipping and sliding back down to the state mental (Key West) …

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Recent secret code emails between me and The Shadow,

The Shadow

a Vietnam combat veteran who got considerable air time in yesterday’s  Key West’s super cop, and related local, state, national, global and galactic law and disorder sitcoms post at goodmorningkeywest, after I had introduced Super Cop.

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I wrote to The Shadow, in Latin:

I don’t suppose this will win me an invitation to the Annual Police Ball, but it is my opinion that police forces in America, exampled by out small town police force, are drifting, if not plunging, head-long into mass demonic possession, due in part to being egged on by a substantial portion of the American public, who themselves are under the same influence. But if I do get invited to the Ball, would you care to be my date?

The Shadow replied, in Vietnamese:

Demonic possession never entered my mind but now that you mention it, I AGREE.

I would be your date but as we already know cops don’t have any balls.

I replied, in Cuban Spanish:

Neither does City Commissioner Tony Yaniz,

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who got up and left the city commission chamber as soon as he realized I was going after the Eimers case again during closing citizen comments tonight. I told Tony he needed to stay and hear what I had to say, and he said no he didn’t. Super Cop has balls galore, just not visible to the human eye. I’ll tell that fun in tomorrow’s sunny side up :-).

After putting up yesterday’s Super Cop post,

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I emailed Naja Girard,


co-publisher with hubby Arnaud

Arnaud Girard

of Key West the Newspaper (thebluepaper.com), which publishes online each Friday, to tell her to check out the Super Cop parts of yesterday’s post , to see if she wanted to meet Super Cop and maybe do a story on her. Naja and Arnaud broke the Charles Eimers case, which seriously enhanced Key West’s one inhuman family image, especially after CBS ran two major morning TV “death in paradise” features.

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Naja said, yes, she wanted to meet Super Cop, so I dropped by Higgs Beach where Super Cop and other vicious van dweller criminals hang out in the evenings, and told Super Cop that Naja wants to meet her and gave her Naja’s telephone number. Super Cop seemed to really like what I had published about her yesterday, she especially liked me using this to identify her and distinguish her from KWPD.

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And she agreed the lightning bolt gal pretty well matches how she was viewed where she was a deputy sheriff in Ohio.

From Higgs Beach, I pedaled my bicycle to the city commission meeting, where, first thing, I went into the men’s room to pee, and there was Mayor Craig Cates, washing his hands,

Mayor Cates

and we said hello, and he said I’d been laying low, I figured since the last time I was at a city commission meeting and told them their police murdered Charles Eimers because they thought he was living in his car, and city commissioners Mark Rossi and Tony Yaniz then did total meltdowns. I said, actually, I did miss one city commission meeting before Christmas, because it was on Monday intstead of on Tuesday. Craig said there had been more city commission meetings. Maybe so, I can’t say I like going to them, but if Craig’s been paying attention, he knows I ain’t been laying low.

Anyway, I’m skipping, for now, over the Historic Tours contract to bring cruise ship passengers in from the Outer Mole pier part of the commission meeting, to report what I recall saying during closing citizen comments, to prove to Mayor Cates just how low I really was laying.

I started off by stating my name and street address, which is required …

By the way, I was the only citizen there who participated in the recent police accountability protest march, and I was the only citizen there who spoke about the death of Charles Eimers, and I am the only citizen who ever did that in a city commission meeting, which tells me just how terribly upset people in Key West really are about their police murdering Charles Thanksgiving Day, 2013, on South Beach.

Anyway, I started the laying low, with 4-5 uniformed cops sitting in the audience, including the police chief, Donie Lee,

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by saying I had the terrific experience in the past few days of getting to meet a real cop, who is in Key West right now. A super cop, a retired deputy sheriff from Ohio, about whom I wrote a bit in this morning’s (yesterday’s) post at goodmorningkeywet.com.

About that moment, Tony Yanis jumps up out of his chair behind the dais and heads past me, as I tell him he should stick around, he needs to hear this, and he says no he doesn’t, and out the side doors he goes. Some chuckles from the audience.

I returned my attention to the remaining six elected city leaders, and said, Super Cop wants to consult the city, at a fair wage to her, on how to straighten out and run a real police force; she doesn’t want to be the police chief, she doesn’t want to replace anyone on the force; she just wants to help you straighten it out.

She lives in her home, which has 4 wheels under it, the only home she can afford, but she is illegal in Key West, although under the common law, a man’s home was his castle, and he could shoot and kill anyone who came into it without his permission. A palpable grey pallor fell over the dais.

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I said, right after I wrote about Super Cop the first time, a few days ago, around bedtime she picked up a tail from an ummarked car, because of what I had written about her. She led the tail around Key West for two hours, until she got tired of playing with the tail, then she lost it in a town where she is not from.

I said, let me give you some other reasons why you should hire Super Cop to help you straighten out your police force.

We know from Officer Gary Lee Lovette’s taser video recorder, which was turned on, that he and the other cops were laughing as Charles Eimers died underneath them.


They were laughing.

We know those officers perjured themselves 4 times.

They perjured their incident reports.

They perjured their reports to Florida Department of Law Enforcement. (FDLE)

They perjured themselves when they spoke to the grand jury.

And they perjured themselves in their depoistions in the federal lawsuit filed by the Eimers family against those cops and the city.

Those are felonies, yet those cops are still on the police force, they still are on duty, on the street.

This is serious.

The buzzer went off, my time was up.

I had wanted to tell them Naja Girard and Super Cop are going to get together, but perhaps it was better that I didn’t get to that, since Naja and Super Cop have not yet gotten together.

I had wanted to tell them Governor Scott had recently fired the head of FDLE, because he was not going after bad cops and bad prison wardens and bad prison guards, and that firing had tainted FDLE’s investigation of KWPD in the Charles Eimers case.

I had wanted to tell them FDLE’s lead investigator, Kathy Smith, ex-wife of KWPD Captain Scott Smith and mother of his child, was FDLE’s special investigator in the Eimers case, even though Scott was the supervisor of all of the officers involved in that case, all against FDLE rules; and later, thanks to the blue paper’s digging and reporting, Kathy was suspended by FDLE for having, with Scott, perjured a mortgage loan application on Kathy’s home, by representing they were still married, although they had been divorced for some time, all before the Charles Eimers investigation, and now Scott is no longer employed by KWPD.

Perhaps it was best I didn’t have time to go into all of that, either. For what I did go into pertained strictly to KWPD’s role in the Charles Eimers case, and it was strictly damning of KWPD, and of the city manager, who is Donie Lee’s boss, for doing nothing, and of the mayor and city commissioners, who are the city manager’s boss, for doing nothing.

FDLE did not kill Charles Eimers because FDLE thought he was a bum, living in his car, posing a dangerous threat to the health, safety and welfare of every person in Key West, and every tourist and the city’s lodging industry. That’s why KWPD killed Charles Eimers, and the city officials are backing KWPD all the way, as I again proved last night, while the few allegedly really upset Key West citizens were laying low. No darn wonder Mayor Cates and the six city commissioners think the Charles Eimers case is not important to Key West people! I’m the only person who tells it to their faces.

It that regard, Jerry Weinstock, M.D., Psychiatry, semi-retired :-), wrote to me yesterday:

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Sloan; Roger Kostmeyer’s article –letter to the editor—
Sunday—i thought was rational about “police behavior” and society.
take care–Jerry
SLOAN: interesting Blog today

[Key West’s super cop, and related local, state, national, global and galactic law and disorder sitcoms]

I replied:

Maybe some day Roger will stop flooding the local rags with letters to the editor and start attending city commission meetings and giving the mayor and commissioners and police chief and KWPD his views about “police behavior” in Key West.

Jerry replied:

good thought!

Here’s The Citizen’s (keysnews.com) report on last night’s city commission meeting, my interjected happy thoughts in bold italics, I added the pics.

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Ship shuttle company keeps contract

A Key West sightseeing company retained its exclusive grip on a $600,000-a-year contract with the city to shuttle cruise ship passengers to and from the Navy’s pier to downtown.

But the no-bid deal with Historic Tours of America (HTA) isn’t as lucrative as it sounds, two city commissioners said Tuesday night, before a 7-0 vote approved the deal for one more year.

“In the middle of summertime when there’s two cruise ships coming in at the same time, it’s not profitable,” said Commissioner Mark Rossi, who owns an entertainment complex on Duval Street.

About 170,000 tourists a year arrive in Key West via a cruise ship that docks at the Outer Mole Pier, which the city leases from the Navy.

The city’s contract requires a company to be able to shuttle 1,500 people an hour from the cruise ship dock.

HTA has shuttled cruise ship passengers to and from the military property since 1996.

City staff says HTA is the only company in Key West with the resources to handle the job. The last time the city put it out to bid, only HTA submitted a proposal.

“We’d certainly be interested in bidding on this in the future,” said Brandon DiMando of Duck Tours Seafari, which is owned by CityView.

Key West is in the midst of revising its sightseeing franchise law, with City Attorney Shawn Smith cautioning everyone to let the market dictate many of the factors involved.

In 2010, the city was forced to pay Duck Tours an $8 million award after a jury in 2005 decided Key West leaders ran the business out of town to allow HTA a monopoly on the sightseeing market.

By February, the city is set to strike new franchise agreements with both HTA and CityView, as a 20-year contract with HTA is set to expire.

Commissioners last month kicked around ideas to restrict the sightseeing industry, such as requiring them to affix GPS tracking devices on all vehicles to monitor occupancy rates.

HTA owners Ed Swift and Chris Belland told commissioners they are on top of their company, which they started with Gerald Mosher in 1973.

“This $600,000 is also for the people who drive the trolleys,” City Commissioner Tony Yaniz said Tuesday night. “Let’s not discount the $600,000 as a goldmine for Mr. Swift.”

Disingenuous. That was said by Tony after I had said during citizen comments, that the city will pay HTA $600, 000 a year, up from $500,000 a year, to ferry cruise ship passengers from the Outer Mole to HTA’s gift shops and conch train and trolley terminals, where those cruise ship passengers buy stuff in this shops and buy conch train and trolley tickets to see Key West. Instead, HTA should be paying the city for being able to bring cruise ship passengers to his businesses, amens in the citizen audience; alternatively, HTA and the Duval Street corridor merchants should be paying for that, since they are getting the benefit of it. Two commissioners, Mark Rossi and Jimmy Weekly, have Duval Street corridor businesses which do a lot of business with cruise ships passengers. Those two commissioners have a conflict of interest and should not even be participating in this discusison, or voting on it. More amens from the citizen audience.

Rossi said the city needs to get going on building Truman Waterfront Park, a much shorter shuttle trip from the nearby Navy pier than the present route.

There, tourists could choose their mode of transportation, Rossi said, whether it’s a bike rental or Conch Train Tour, from a kiosk or something.

“We could make some money out there,” Rossi said.

“You don’t have to be grandstanding,” Mayor Craig Cates told Rossi. “This is what we’ve been talking about. When the park’s done, we only have to bring them out to the park. We’ve got to quit delaying the park and move forward and get it done.”

Rossi said he still doesn’t see a kiosk on the park plan. He reminded everyone that he had told the previous city manager to have the cruise ship tourist walk from the Navy property.

“It’s done all over the Caribbean but the Navy won’t allow it,” Rossi said.


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I also told them during my citizen comments, that the dirtiest, worst possible cruise ships are calling on Key West, and have been since the very beginning, and those ships leave Key West and go out past the 3 mile limit and dump, and Key West is an accomplice in that, which goes against all the talk about being a green city and loving the environment and having a clean ocean, and I don’t see how they sleep at night when they are letting those ships call on Key West. A palpable grey pallor fell over the dais and the meeting hall.

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Sloan Bashinsky

Sloan at Smathers Beach


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Kali presents: Sister and Sloan, a match not made in heaven

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In October, 2002, the then love of my life told me in a dream, “Sloan, you married Kali!” I awoke, in terror. Kali was the Hindu goddess of destruction and rebirth, I viewed her sort of like a female Jesus.

I then was moved to do a series of dynamic and fetching drawings of Kali, most of which ended up where I  know not, apologies to Kali. The last two of the drawings, which came in 2007, are just above.

The first three paintings in this post are different Hindu versions of Kali standing on Shiva’s chest, after beheading and de-handing and killing many people who did not please her. Knowing it was futile to take Kali head-on, Shiva lay down under her, hoping in that way he could persuade her to chill.

For me, the Hindu drawings are a parable. The head must be chopped off, because it contains the mind, which is the enemy to spiritual evolution. Kali is a headhunter, and she also is a lover. She loves the  truth, she loves being real, she loves going whole hog.

With than in mind,

Feather Talk

for some time, a woman using the pseudonym, “Sister”, has been submitting comments under the weekly online Key West the Newspaper (thebluepaper.com) Friday articles, and sometimes Sister submits comments to my daily posts at goodmorningkeywest.com. Many, but not all, of Sister’s responses to my comments under blue paper articles, and to my articles at goodmorningkeywest.com, were attacks against me. She created a sloanthedeceiver@gmail.com email address for herself, to write to me at goodmorningkeywest.com. She has steadfastly declined my requests for her to provide her real name at the blue paper. She said she did not live in the Florida Keys, but had relatives living there.

A number of Sister’s attacks were included in the the exquisite joy of being hated and other shaggy tails, er, tales from a conscripted mystic’s crypt … article at goodmorningkeywest.com, which was republished at goodmorningbirmingham.com. My hometown is Birmingham,  Alabama.

Yesterday, 1/4/2104 Sister attacked me after reading the Key West’s psychiatrist emeritus charges the Blue Paper and Sloan Bashinsky with those ideals Socrates promoted —-critical thinking —truth —unmasking the pervading cover-ups (corruption), and one of the gadflies’ own lamentations and mentations article at goodmorningkeywest.com.

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Why don’t you and your partner in psychosis, brenda, take a good hard look in the mirror and realise where the demon indeed makes his home.
It’s pretty obvious that the only work either of you have ever accomplished is scamming money from others and that is all the goal you have. I wouldn’t be surprised if your “step mother” were to meet with a premature death with the way you two sick examples of humanity go on scheming on how to get money from her. What a bunch of low-life freaks.

Oh, and if brenda is too ignorant to understand what I have written, just tell her I said “oink”. She might understand that better.

Ps…if you haven’ t figured out that the Pope is the leader of the largest Satanic pedophile ring on planet earth and that he is in position to be the leader of the New (C)age religion to replace all religions…well then, you’re not as swift as you think you are.

Nice to hear from you again, Sister. Of course I will pass your love note along to Brenda, and to my readers.

You might be amazed, if you were somehow able to hear the countless times on the telephone, and in voicemail messages, Brenda has screamed she wished she’d never met me, nor took a penny from me. And the countless times I reminded her of the day we met and got to talking about spirit stuff, that I told her, if she started having dealings with me, she would come to rue the day she ever met me. She was driving a taxi. Had worked all of her life.

The very last thing I wanted to do, I fought it for 2 weeks after learning I was to write to my father’s lawyer and stepmother about receiving an advance against my next inheritance from my father. But for dreams, in which I felt I had no choice, I surrendered.

A number of times I renounced the first inheritance from my father, before he died, and each time dreams came along and “persuaded” me to recant the renouncements.

I do not expect you to accept any of that; in fact, I expect you to reject all of it and throw another poison dart. However, you are not the only person listening to this conversation, and angels and demons are listening.

As for my stepmother dying prematurely, I always felt that might happen if she stonewalled the request I made for an advance against my next inheritance, which is another reason I did not want to do it. Note, I said MIGHT happen, I did no say WOULD happen. But if it did happen, it would be her own soul’s and the angels’ doing.

I don’t cast spells, or even know how. I simply do what I’m told to do, and turn the rest of it over to the angels, or as some say, the will of God, whatever that is. Am having much the same conversation re praying, on Facebook this morning with Linda Poland, about a friend of hers who has stage 4 cancer.

I wrote to Linda just a bit ago:

The way I was taught to pray for other people, and for myself, always included “If it is God’s will …” or “God’s will alone be done …” I just now said to God,”If this that I am now experiencing is not your will , then please put me into your will.” I also sometimes pray for a Divine Intervention into a situation, without saying what the Intervention should look like, or should achieve.

Oh, I do know how to do a sacred ritual for a situation, or for a person, which sets a Divine Intervention into motion, but what the Intervention might look like, is not known to me when I do the ritual. I used to do that ritual a lot, but today I just do what I’m told, and, if asked to make a prayer, say, for a Divine Intervention for all of humanity, or for a Divine Intervention of the feminine into USA, which prayers I was ask to make, and did make. And sometimes, when I’m jaded, or something obviously needs help, I ask for a Divine Intervention for it, if it’s God’s will for it to happen.

Well, instead of praying for “Christ on a cracker” maybe she should try to get her friend some Rick Simpson cannibus oil.

Sister, I don’t need to be a star shaman and a Melchizedek exorcist priest to know what’s wrong with the Catholic church, and with Christianity. It’s blatantly obvious by just observing how the two, and their membership, carry on. But they are not entirely corrupt, they often do helpful things. I told the angels yesterday, after reading the Pope’s bombshell reproduced in today’s post, to which you dartfully responded, that nothing really will change in the Roman Catholic version of Christendom until priests and bishops and cardinals and nuns and mother superiors and the pope are allowed to marry, and the celibacy requirement is abolished. What a perversion, enforced celibacy of priests and nuns; the havoc that wreaks is beyond measure. We have Paul to thank for that, and for the church being homophobic, when, ironically, that [homosexuality] was Paul’s thorn in the flesh he asked God to remove, and God did not remove it, perhaps to tell Paul it wasn’t a big deal to God, so why was it a big deal to Paul?

In your usual, disingenuous, conniving, hateful way, Sister, you have taken something spontaneous Linda said to me about Heavy Wait, [Christ on a cracker, Sloan!] and make it out to be a prayer she made for her friend who has stage 4 cancer in her bladder, which will not be healed by cannibus oil, nor by any plant or chemical. The cancer is rooted in the friend’s traumatic childhood experiences in, you’ll love this, a Catholic school, to which she was sent by a dear relative, who was a Christian, but not Catholic. The oil might relieve her friend’s suffering.

Interesting how you ALWAYS dismiss things that you have not investigated for yourself. Ignorant.

Here’s a post waiting moderation at thebluepaper you and your especially jewish followers might enjoy…

Israelis & Palestinians: A Solution? [link to the blue paper article and reader comments thereto]

by Jerome Grapel President Obama’s bold initiative with regard to the Cuban situation could be seen as a way to attack an even more problematic global problem, that referred to…

January 4, 2015 at 11:28 am
Your comment is awaiting moderation.

I hope you don’t censor this post as it is pertinent to the “Piece” process.

“Our race (speaking of the Jews) is the Master Race. We are divine gods on this planet. We are as different from the inferior races as they are from insects. In fact, compared to our race, other races are beasts and animals, cattle at best. Other races are considered as human excrement. Our destiny is to rule over the inferior races. Our earthly kingdom will be ruled by our leader with a rod of iron. The masses will lick our feet and serve us as our slaves.”
– Menachem Begin. (Israeli Prime Minister Menachem Begin in a speech to the Knesset [Israeli Parlament], quoted by Amnon Kapeliouk, “Begin and the Beasts,” New Statesman, June 25, 1982)

From the Talmud…

“Only the Jews are humans, the Non-Jews are not humans, but cattle” (goyim = human cattle) [1]
– Kerithuth 6b page 78, Jebhammoth 61a

“The Non-Jews have been created to serve the Jews as slaves” [2]
– Midrasch Talpioth 225

“Sexual intercourse with Non-Jews is like sexual intercourse with animals”
– Kethuboth 3b

“God (Jahveh) is never angry about the Jews, just about the Non-Jews”
– Talmud IV / 8 / 4a

“Jews always have to try to deceive Non-Jews” [5]
– Zohar I, 168a

“Non-Jewish property belongs to the Jew who uses it first”
– Babba Bathra 54b

“If two Jews have deceived a Non-Jew, they have to split the profit”
– Choschen Ham 183,7

“Every Jew is allowed to use lies and perjury to bring a Non-Jew to ruin”
– Babba Kama 113a

“The possessions of the goyim are like an ownerless desert, and everybody (every Jew) who seizes it, has acquired it”
– Talmud IV / 3 / 54b

“The Jew is allowed to exploit the mistake of a Non-Jew and to deceive him”
– Talmud IV / 1 / 113b

“The Jew is allowed to practice usury on the Non-Jew” [6]
– Talmud IV / 2 / 70b

“When the Messiah comes, all will be slaves of the Jews”
– Erubin 43b

“If a Jew is tempted to do evil he should go to a city where he is not known and do the evil there”
– Moed Kattan 17a

“Non-Jews are Not Human. Only Jews are human (“Only ye are designated men”)
– Baba Mezia 114a-114b

“Jews are Divine. If a heathen (Gentile) hits a Jew, the Gentile must be killed. Hitting a Jew is the same as hitting God”
– Sanhedrin 58b

O.K. to Cheat Non-Jews. A Jew need not pay a Gentile (“Cuthean”) the wages owed him for work
– Sanhedrin 57a

A Jew may have sex with a child as long as the child is less than nine years old.
– Sanhedrin 54b
“When a grown-up man has intercourse with a little girl it is nothing.”
– Kethuboth 11b

“Murdering Goyim is like killing a wild animal.”
– Sanhedrin 59a

“Even the best of the Gentiles should be killed.”
– Abodah Zara 26b

“Sexual intercourse with a little girl is permitted if she is of three years of age.”
– Yebhamoth 11b

“Jesus is in hell and is being punished by being boiled in semen. Christians are boiled in dung”
– Gittin 57a

Ok, I’ll stop there. You get the picture.

Most of this is news to me, Sister, even though I am 1/8 Jew through my Polish great grandfather. If what you submitted to the blue paper is accurate, and in context with something published there, I have no problem with it being cleared from moderation, but that’s Naja Girard’s call. [Naja and her husband, Arnaud co-publish the blue paper.]

Since you first burst onto the scene in your anonymous disguise, I have seen you take on heaps of causes virtually (Internet), but I am not aware of you taking on any causes physically with your real name, which would put you at risk. Perhaps you do.

Hardly do all Jews live by what you submitted to the blue paper. Hardly do all Christians live by what Jesus taught in the Gospels. I can’t say much good about Islam, either, nor about any religion. Many times have I told the angels, and published it, this world would be better off if there were no religions, if each person had direct experience like I have it.

If you had the direct experience, Sister, you would be and come across very different, as would every person on this planet not already having the direct experience, and you would have little, to nothing about this world to bitch about, except the hell the angels were putting you through.

For starts, they would stand you in front a a mirror, and keep you standing there until you were burned to a crisp by your own reflection; oh, would you not like what you see in that mirror, but it would be a complete act of mercy and love on the angels’ part to give that to you, and to every person on this planet, who is not already having that blessed experience.

Saying it another way, there are fanatics in all religious sects, and not in religious sects, and every one of them are projecting to avoid facing what is inside of them; to avoid the true jihad, which is the spiritual war that needs to be fought inside of themselves. I have told you this before, knowing it was a waste of breath.

You are all outward focused; your internal feminine is non-operative; you are operating out of your male, like most Jews, Christians, Moslems, for example. Non-operative feminine is the human malaise, if you don’t factor in demonic influences, which are thrilled with the non-operative inner feminine in humanity. The mirror treat helps revive the inner feminine, the loss of which is the cause of all human problems, including man made wars.’

It is my hope that Kali has in her mind rectifying that in each person.

[A few days prior, Sister had submitted link to Kali War Party, which led to my publishing the


 posts a goodmorningkeywest.com, and then republishing them at goodmorningbirmingham.com.

Well Sloan, no one told you that you were forbidden to have sex…and you still dabbled in pedophilia. What’s your excuse?

Hey Sloan, I in no way view you as an authority on anything…so stop trying to present yourself to me in that way. It’s not gonna happen.

I take that back. I do see you as an authority on nonsense. You’ve got that pretty well covered.

When I was 15, I destroyed my 5-year old little sister, as I have published a number of times, and that the karma destroyed my life when I was 26, starting with a GI tract blockage, which still plagues me, and I am reasonably sure my inability to earn a living wage is part of that karma, so you don’t need to worry about me being punished, Sister, but you love bringing it back up, which is how demonic forces attack exorcist priests, who know all of their dirty laundry will be stated by the demons to any human witnesses.

With me, your attack is a non-event, because I already told it far and wide myself, and of my taking full responsibility for it, even when other people tried to excuse me because of my age, the psychological hell I was in at that time in my life over not having yet reached puberty, and of having myself been molested by my own mother when I was a tot, but it would be decades before the angels would reveal that to me and heal me of the soul trauma, but they did not remove the karma rooted in what I did to my sister, and I never asked for it to be removed, and I never will ask, because it would not be right to ask. If the angels want to lift the karma, if Kali wants to lift it, then that’s their call and doing. Yes, I would like for it to be lifted, but I will I will not ask, except by saying, if it’s God’s will for the karma to be lifted, then I am okay with it being lifted.

If you had any spiritual awareness sister, you would not come at me the way you do; but, as I published today in the post to which you responded today, you are demonically infected, moving toward demonic possession, and the prognosis is nil, absent a Divine Intervention, which I hope you receive.

I am not forbidden to have sex, I have never been forbidden to have sex in the sense of God or angels forbidding it. I am permitted and even encouraged to have sex with a woman the angels arrange for me to be with, but it has been years since that happened, which you know I have published at my websites, including only recently. I don’t go looking for a woman to be with, or to have sex with, because it is a waste of time and I have no interest in going about it that way, because I want far more than sex with a woman; spiritual fusion is what I want with a woman, which is the end product of paradise mating, such as Willa Sue and Riley experienced in Heavy Wait.

You continue taking pieces of what I write out of context, on purpose, and twisting them to suit your attacks. As I said, exorcist priests expect demonic forces to do that.

If you don’t want to receive nonsense from me, all you need to is stop writing to me. Same if you don’t want other people to see the nonsense I write back to you.

Sloan, you for some demonic reason, were the one who told me about your affair with your sister…to get back at me…to make me sickened at how much evil there is in the world…and it did sicken me…and what sickened me most was knowing that you didn’t tell me it because you were remorseful or felt horrible about what you did…you told me about it to PUNISH ME in some sick way.

You are one twisted piece of work Sloan. And anyone who gives you any credibility must also be twisted.

Feel free to throw anything I’ve ever said back to me…I will stick by anything that I have said or if I’ve made a mistake, I will apologize for it.

I missed this horseshit line…”If you don’t want to receive nonsense from me, all you need to is stop writing to me. Same if you don’t want other people to see the nonsense I write back to you.”

YOU attacked me in this original blog without provocation on my part. I am defending myself. I have that right.

And I wonder, not that it’s any of my business but since you like to put it all out there Sloan…you have stated that you have a step brother of african-american decent? Is he still alive and if so, has he shared in any of your father’s fortunes?

I did not tell you about that to get back at you; that’s insane. I told lots of people, in numerous posts at my websites. I did that to get back at them? In every post about that, I blamed myself, took full responsibility, would not let anyone blame my sister. I told of urging her to get professional help, many times I urged her. She declined. I have remorse. Oh, do I have remorse. I destroyed her, and I live with that ongoing.

Sister, you have been attacking me for monthsin comments under blue paper articles, to which I responded, and then yesterday was told to send your most recent attacks, and other stuff that passed between us, and even other stuff not related to you, to the Birmingham lawyer, to forward to my father’s widow, my sister, and to men who are my father’s trustees. In today’s post, I stated what drives your attacks. Today, I learn you are paranoid, believe I revealed what I did to my sister, to hurt you. That, Sister, borders schizophrenia.

I did not say that what you did to your sister was to hurt me.
I said that you insisted on TELLING me about it, to punish me. Anyone can go back and see the post, starting at the bluepaper in which you directed me to you blog here for the purpose of shoving your disgraceful acts in my face. I am not imagining things.

If you want to take my questioning your statements and motives as attacks, that’s your paranoid, schizophrenic problem.

Anyway Sloan, the Talmud says molesting your sister was A-OK since she was between 3 and 9. So don’t worry about it, it’s perfectly normal

Suit yourself, Sister.

I explained this about Travis, my half-white, half-black older half-brother in many posts at my websites, maybe 2 dozen posts. Maybe more. I reported how I learned of him through my and two men friend’s dreams, one of the men was one of my father’s valued employees. I told of confirming Travis’ existence with my father’s older brother. I told of finally writing to my father about Travis, and how I came to ask about him; writing was the only way we communicated at that time, and the response was bad. And of how my then being told by the angels to renounce my inheritance and change my name to Sloan Young, from Sloan Young Bashinsky, Jr., and to let my father, and my daughters, and their mother, and my brother and my sister, and other people know what I had done, after I had done it, and why I had done it.

I never heard from my father that Travis existed, but my father’s reaction confirmed Travis did exist. I had asked in the letter, if Travis existed, and if it was possible, I would like to contact him, hoping to get to know him. That never happened. I don’t know where he is, or if he is still living, but he comes in dreams with help fairly often. I put everything in my father’s bloodline on the line for Travis.

I even tried to get my father’s widow, after my father died, to give Travis a child’s inheritance out of the $14,000,000 cash my father had left her in what essentially was a deathbed codicil to his last will and testament. Also, I asked her to give the the inheritance to each of my father’s grandchildren, including his adopted daughter’s child, all of whom received nothing from him under his last will and testament. I did that after my father came to me and a dream and asked me to try to straighten out stuff he had not gotten around to dealing with. His widow’s response, after receiving my email telling her what my father had asked me to do, and how to distribute the $14,000,000, becuase she had plenty more money from other bequests from my father, was to block me out of her email account.

She is merged with the black widow, and has serious demonic issues, which anyone who knows her, who is not making money off of her, knows all too well. I hear plenty about her from people who used to work for my father’s company, and I used to hear plenty about her from people in Islamorada, where my father had a second home.

I also learned, before my father died, that he was having her open my mail, to screen it, and she intercepted my letter to him about Travis, and I don’t suppose that helped what the angels were trying to do, which was to help my father deal with his loss of Travis, whom he had loved dearly, and Travis’ mother, too.

I saw the angels’ motive, but figured it would go badly and I hoped it wouldn’t, when I wrote to my father. Just another selfish mean thing I did, was how it was viewed by my father and his second wife, and by other people.

Well, if your father cared about giving Travis and his grandchildren an inheritance, he would have made sure it was in his Will.
If you really cared about knowing Travis, you would have searched until you found him.
Perhaps your father’s widow has done some good with the money…maybe she just doesn’t see fit to tell you about it.
Anyway, not really my business. I appreciate the response.

I did all I could to find Travis. Based on my friends’ dreams, my father knew where Travis was. I had no clue where to look for him, didn’t have a last name, and the people who knew would never have told me. Other people who knew how to do searches like that tried to locate Travis’ whereabouts just because they wanted to locate him for me. But that’s okay, Sister, you need for me to be at fault. After my father crossed over, he saw differently. It was him who told Brenda, first, in a dream, and then me, in a dream, for me to ask his widow for a $500,000 advance against my next inheritance. He got all over me in my dream, for balking. A couple of days later, after more unhappy pressure in dreams and otherwise, I wrote the first email to my father’s lawyer, requesting the $500,000 advance, and asking him to forward the email to my father’s widow and the two men. Later, I started including my sister in the emails to the lawyer, for forwarding to the other people. What my stepmother did or did not do with the money did not seem to concern my father in the dreams, nor the angels who also chimed in other dreams, nor my father promising Brenda in a dream he was going to see to it that his widow did it. What happens is what happens. I don’t know what will happen.

To Sister:

Because of dreams last night, I suppressed, but did not get rid of, your and my numerous comments yesterday. This morning, I received an email from Brenda, who read yesterday what I suppressed this morning. She is minimally educated, in the school book sense, I added a few punctuation marks and put in a few editorial [ ] corrections, where there might be confusion.

She wrote:

“Good morning sister, I read everything and I need to let you know that I am a very smart women. I started working when I was nine years old. I don’t have to scam people out of money and you do not know me at all. I just may be own [on] the road one day and you have a flat tire I am the one that will stop and change it. I have nothing but love in my for the human race. all races. And I look in the mirror all the time. But I do not like what you are doing. I do not appreciate you putting what is inside you own [on] me. God says don’t judge or you shall be judged. I am not perfect but l don’t claim to be. When I was reading what you and Sloan had wrote about I could feel your right leg in hell fire which is the mail [male] side of you. If you understand that there is more than that but l am not going to do that to you because it is not every one’s business. I am not ignorant. I know that you have been molested as well, that is why you are attacking Sloan. I was also molested as a very young child and I had to relive every bit of it. what gives you the right to judge me, you are not God. If you want to walk in my shoes I will let you but I know you are not strong enough to walk in my shoes so the next time you want to judge someone you need to think twice about it. And I could not have any children because of what happened to me.”

Every one of your crusades, Sister, and your bitch side, is fueled by your having been molested. There is no human cure for that kind of soul trauma. The angels can cure it, if they choose, but I doubt they will do it without your asking, and even then, I don’t know if they will help you.

Heavy Wait provides a view of how the angels can heal women who were sexually molested. I saw them heal a woman in much that fashion, who had been sexually molested.

I was told in a nap dream today, 1/5/2015, to publish all of the above, and then to send it to my father’s lawyer, to be forwarded to my father’s widow, my sister, and the other men.

Amazon.com has Heavy Wait in trade paperback, might be a wait receiving it, and in kindle, which is pronto delivery. Also, it’s in Spanish and in large print trade paperback.

Heavy WaitSloan (Davis polo shirt)

Sloan Bashinsky


After that was published and sent to my father’s lawyer, Sister submitted:

Ugh, I am a bit tired of this communication.
Sloan, you left out my post on concerning YOUR paranoia and schizophrenia.
Here it is:

sister says:
Your comment is awaiting moderation.
January 4, 2015 at 2:54 pm
I did not say that what you did to your sister was to hurt me.
I said that you insisted on TELLING me about it, to punish me. Anyone can go back and see the post, starting at the bluepaper in which you directed me to you blog here for the purpose of shoving your disgraceful acts in my face. I am not imagining things.

If you want to take my questioning your statements and motives as attacks, that’s your paranoid, schizophrenic problem.

Brenda: You and Sloan are both very fond of making judgements of me but seem not to be able to able to handle the return.

I suppose you could say that I was sexually assaulted at a young age but not in a physical sense. More in a spiritual sense I would say. We all have our battles.

I am a truth seeker above all and have no time for bullshitters, liars or thieves. I also have very little respect for people born with a silver spoon who continue to whine about how hard they have it.

I wish neither of you ill will and I hope you can do the same for me.

Ps…I did notice this morning that all the comments were gone and I was contemplating sending you a snarky remark about that Sloan…something to the effect of your jew gene being dominant…so I do appreciate that you left the posts since they were my only defense against your accusations.

I just looked at the new post at goodmorningbirmingham.com. What you say is not in it, is in it. Right above your poisonous comment about the Talmud says it was okay for me to molest my sister. I have no clue what’s in the Talmud. I never felt moved to read it. I was raised Baptist, then Episcopalian. My parents were raised Baptist. My grandparents were raised Baptist. Your phobic antipathy toward Jews reminds me of Adolph Hitler, KKK and radical Islam.

You indeed were sexually molested, Sister, that’s the only possible explanation for your rabid reaction to my disclosing I had molested by sister, followed by your continuing to bring it back up from time to time in jabs. Brenda did not judge you, she leaves that to the angels, as do I. We both leveled with you. It’s our work to diagnose spiritual conditions, just like physicians diagnose cancer, diabetes, MS, ALS, Alzheimer’s, etc., and it’s our work to provide treatment recommendations and prognoses. You don’t remember being molested. About half of molested children don’t remember it later. That was the case with Willa Sue in Heavy Wait. That was the case with my 6th wife, who was the model for Willa Sue.

That dominant Jew gene in me is Jesus. You should try it, it will roast you alive, as he said would happen to anyone who followed him: baptism in fire and spirit, which he also experienced. Kali would have about the same effect on you, but probably a lot quicker. Either of them would turn you into somebody you don’t now know, nor would any of your friends still know you. Only someone like Brenda or me could know you, because we would know what you went through to be born again.

I had zero problem leaving for all the world to see what you and I wrote back and forth; this is really important subject matter, and little, if at all, understood by human beings. I was not clear if the angels wanted it to stay up, then came the nap dream today, and there was no question then, they wanted it up and posted at goodmorningbirmingham.com, and sent to my father’s lawyer, etc. I will add the text of that email to the bottom of the Birmingham post.

No, I’ll just insert it here, then move this between us over to the bottom of that post.

Hi, John –

It’s kinda like becoming a thrill a minute here, since Kali made her Key West and Birmingham debut.

The dream pests were super enthusiastic in a nap dream today for me to publish this below and send it to you, to forward this email to Joann Bashinsky, who receives some mention in this below, and to my sister, Elisebeth, and John Stein, Owen Simms and Wayne Pate, if you have a way to get it to Wayne.

Several months ago, my first wife, Dianne, friended me on Facebook and began following my posts at goodmorningkeywest.com. About a month ago, her and my younger daughter Alice friended me on Facebook. Today, Alice’s older sister Nelle friended me on Facebook.

Years ago, my oldest Bashinsky cousin Leo started following my daily posts, and after Major died, his daughter, Sloan, named after me, friended me on Facebook, and in that way she also gets prompts to my daily posts.



Sister, I had not heard from my oldest daughter since she received my letter telling her that I had renounced my inheritance and had changed my name to Sloan Young. Last in latter 2013, or maybe it was early 2014, I heard from her younger sister for the first time since I wrote that letter. If I learn I have another half-brother, or a half-sister, I might be inclined to ignore it.

I’d have to see what I wrote to answer your question, Sister, because I don’t recall it, or the context.

And Sloan, I was not physically molested, but my father did tell me that he would rather for someone to call him up and tell him that I was dead then tell him I was no longer a virgin. I guess you could say that I took that personally.

Jews have been kicked out of over 100 countries…ever wonder why?

Your father sounds like he was a fine upstanding religious freak, not unlike Willa Sue’s parents in Heavy Wait, lovely people. You were molested, you just don’t remember it. And I was used, unwittingly, to take you into it and open back up that terrible hole in your soul, like what happened to Willa Sue in Heavy Wait, which was the beginning of her healing. Heavy Wait took Brenda back into what was done to her when she was a little girl; it freaked her out; she decided it was the devil in the book, and stopped reading it. Later, she went back to it and read all of it. Her healing has been volatile and violent; there is no getting around that; it was the same for me, when I was healed of what my mother did to me. Terrifying.

No, I don’t wonder why, but I wonder why you kick Jews around? You really do seem Nazi in that regard. I told you before, I think, I published it a number of times, my Jewish New Age friend, who was taken into the same training I was in, was told by Jesus and Michael, he told me, that the reason for the Jewish diaspora, including the Holocaust, was the Jews had rejected the Christ teachings brought by one of their own, Jesus. I can’t imagine how you twist your mind to think I am a Jewish sympathizer. No Jew I know could be easy with what I write and say about their sect; nor can any Christian I know be comfortable with what I say about their sect; nor can any Muslim be comfortable with what I say about Islam. All three religions are lost, although there are individuals in those religions who are doing okay, or better than okay, spiritually.

Why? Because they are at the very apex of the problem. Fact.

So is that your usual sales pitch to sell your book…to tell every female you come in contact with that they have been molested when they were a small child…how novel.

No, Sister. But you are welcome to believe anything you wish to believe about me. About one-half of all children are sexually molested; believe that, or not, too. The book was written for them, in that respect; and for all people, in the respect of being changed, healed and led by angels, instead of living as they now do, which, as is quite clear, is not working very well in humanity, although a few individuals are doing okay, or even better than okay.

No, Sister, Jews are not the the problem, but you can believe that, if you wish. You have much company. The problem is separation from God and demonic infection, or more serious, demonic possession; and it is in all segments of humanity, USA, Christendom, Islam, Judaism, and all other religions, all political parties, it’s everywhere.

Have you ever read or listened to anything from Gilad Atzman? He is an Israeli born Jew and he understands the problem. Atzman*

I explained the problem, you are describing just one of many symptoms. You cannot fix a problem by treating its symptom(s).

This conversation is over at this website. I added the most recent parts of it into yesterday’s post at goodmorningbirmingham.com, as per dreams before dawn today, telling me to close this “real estate transaction” today.

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Key West’s psychiatrist emeritus charges the Blue Paper and Sloan Bashinsky with those ideals Socrates promoted —-critical thinking —truth —unmasking the pervading cover-ups (corruption), and one of the gadflies’ own lamentations and mentations

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Key West’s psychiatrist emeritus, Jerry Weinstock, M.D., supposedly retired :-), replied to yesterday’s Kali journalism vs. the other kinds, Key West proving ground post at goodmorningkeywest.com:

SLOAN : Socrates was a truth teller –counterculture—-he exposed the intellectual
superficiality of most politicians. Athens at that time was polarized
into 2 parties –(-sounds familiar). He did not accept the Gods that were
accepted in that current mythology of that time. He questioned all authority
as we should be doing –and that is the role of the blue Paper I hope– and your
role as well. He was charged with “corrupting the youth.” —promoting
critical thinking—-he had not been personally easy on some the 501 jurists that convicted him.
You and the Blue Paper are charged in 2015 with those ideals that
Socrates promoted. —-truth—unmasking the pervading cover-ups (corruption).
Galileo was essentially charged as Socrates was and he was put into confinement.
In 2015 you and the Blue Paper are charged with supporting, encouraging and
inspiring “critical thinking.” Good Luck !! Jerry.

I replied:

Oh my, Jerry!

Corrupting the youth with critical thinking, what a horrible thing to do :-). What a horrible time that must have been for the old Athenians, having their egos harpooned every time Socrates opened his wicked mouth :-). Can’t hardly blame them for telling him to dream, er, drink hemlock, or they would shut him up themselves :-). Mean thing that bad old Socrates did, doing himself in, knowing that would boomerang on his ardent fatal attractions and their heirs and assigns for a very long time, even to this day :-). They made a common nuisance bug, the gadfly, into a hero in eternity :-).

Social Gadfly

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

A gadfly is a person who upsets the status quo by posing upsetting or novel questions.
The term “gadfly” (Ancient Greek: ????, mýops[1]) was used by Plato in the Apology[2] to describe Socrates’s relationship of uncomfortable goad to the Athenian political scene, which he compared to a slow and dimwitted horse.
During his defense when on trial for his life, Socrates, according to Plato’s writings, pointed out that dissent, like the gadfly, was easy to swat, but the cost to society of silencing individuals who were irritating could be very high. “If you kill a man like me, you will injure yourselves more than you will injure me,” because his role was that of a gadfly, “to sting people and whip them into a fury, all in the service of truth.” This may have been one of the earliest descriptions of gadfly ethics.
In modern politics, a gadfly is someone who persistently challenges people in positions of power, the status quo or a popular position.[3] For example, Morris Kline wrote “There is a function for the gadfly who poses questions that many specialists would like to overlook. Polemics are healthy.”[4] The word may be uttered in a pejorative sense, while at the same time be accepted as a description of honourable work or civic duty.[5]
The Book of Jeremiah uses a similar analogy as a political metaphor. “Egypt is a very fair heifer; the gad-fly cometh, it cometh from the north.” (46:20, Darby Bible)

I think it’s fair to say Alabama is north of Key West :-). If I could play a banjo, I could sing I came from Alabama with a banjo on my knee … :-).

Naja and Arnaud seemed to have somehow slipped through the seine, too; the seine that catches nearly all souls and is hauled on board a factory ship where they are processed like sardines into sheeple, who go through life like robots, doing and thinking and saying the same things over and over again, until you can’t tell them anything because their minds have been turned to mush by repetition, repetition, repetition … Not an original thought have they, parrots they become, who are caught in the seine, which in this context is not a river in France, but is more like the river in Africa.


Jerry wrote:

SLOAN: Yes they made him —Socrates—– reverberate thru history
radical republicans —-and their ideological excrement
infect all strata of the past and we are going to see a load
coming at us —-as they take over Congress —elected by those
jurors who put Socrates to death. Intelligence did not
infect all humans. ——a raise my glass to you and Naja and Arnaud !!
slippery fish all of us——Jerry

I replied today:

Good morning, Jerry :-), what a fun night dream wise. I never asked Arnaud and Naja if they remember dreams. Maybe they don’t have to deal with such “intangibles” as dreams, angels, demons, religious nuts, lunatics, demonic possession, etc., nor with matters beyond Key West and the Florida Keys.

However, they did ask plain and simple in their email blast yesterday for financial support to help them do just what you have appointed them to do for Key West and the Florida Keys, and it will be interesting to see how well, if, that support is forthcoming.

Compared to me, though, Naja and Arnaud are rolling in the dough, and I wonder daily how I will be able to continue doing what I do in such financial straights as I now am? As things now stand, I will discontinue my cell phone later this month, leaving email the only way to reach me.

It is crystal clear, has been for years, that Key West and the Florida Keys do not see my work product as something that should be financially supported; nor is my critical thinking, to borrow your mandate, what is needed in public office. Perhaps the angels will fiddle or tinker, and I will start making money though my own labors; getting elected, however, probably would feel to me like being convicted and sent to hell for the duration of the term of the office for which I “ran”, after having had an angel gun put to my head.

There also is the not wee matter, which the past few days’ posts fleshed out, of my having mandates far beyond and considerably broader than Key West and the Florida Keys, where I am stationed presently, probably incarcerated more apt. And some of my work is personal, in the sense of my father and his bloodline. All of that is in my work mix, and most of it is in plain public view.

Just yesterday, I was told in one of Brenda’s dreams, which meant nothing to her, that the reason nothing is happening in Birmingham re the request I was told to make for a $500,000 advance against my next inheritance from my father, was “Sister”. That’s the one and same acerbic Sister who has so much affection for me, whom the angels kindly brought into my life in reader comments to blue paper articles, mostly Charles Eimers killed by Key West police articles.

The meaning of the dream was, I had not sent to my father’s lawyer copies of posts at goodmorningkeywest.com, in which Sister was involved.

So, as part of yesterday’s mandate, which I truly detested, because I flat resent having to continue being used to clean up my father’s affairs left unfinished and putting his mixed up, to be as kind as I can say it, right wing Christian widow to the test, I copied the day before yesterday’s and yesterday’s Has Kali gone on the warpath in Key West? In America? In humanity? and Kali journalism vs. the other kinds, Key West proving ground posts at goodmorningkeywest.com, and pasted them into new posts goodmorningbirmingham.com, and emailed those two posts to my father’s lawyer, as follows:

Morning, John –

The dream pests got onto me for not sending you yesterday’s post at goodmorningkeywest.com, which I just now posted to goodmorningbirmingham.com, along with today’s sequel, second in line below, to save the pests the bother of pestering me about not sending the sequel to you. In each post are some cheerful new yearish comments on the BSC games.

Please forward this email to Joann Bashinsky, John Stein, Owen Simms, and my sister, Elisebeth.



Stein was CEO of my father’s company, Simms was my father’s accountant, they remain trustees of various parts of his estate. As does the lawyer. My sister has no role in any of that, but is like me, merely a beneficiary upon Joann Bashinsky’s death. Our brother is deceased, as is our step sister, whom my father adopted. The lawyer, Stein, Simms and my sister are Christians.

In a later nap, dreams left me thinking I had not sent the lawyer everything. So I copied the earlier It is more blessed to give than to receive and other first noel Christmas Eve cheer at goodmorningkeywest.com and the exquisite joy of being hated and other shaggy tails, er, tales from a conscripted mystic’s crypt … posts already residing at goodmorningbirmingham.com, and sent him this email:

Hi again, John –

After a nap, I see I also was supposed to send you two earlier posts at goodmorningbirmingham.com, for you to forward to Joann Bashinsky, John Stein, Owens Simms and my sister, Elisebeth. The things I was not taught in Sunday school and church, or anywhere else people teach.



So was I done with that? Not hardly.

Another player entered the Birmingham sitcom in a dream before dawn this morning: F. Wayne Pate, the religious fanatic in my father’s company, who eventually became the #2 ranking officer and, yep, the close ally of my father’s wife even before my father died. Between the two of them, Wayne and Joann, many enemies in my father’s company were made, I heard many times from people working there, or who had worked there.

And, fun, Sister also was in a dream too early to suit me.

Unable to return to sleep because of those dream mandates, which had zip to do with the mandate you imposed on me, I lay in bed pondering what in the hell that all is about? Well, one thing that came to mind was to send yet another email to my father’s lawyer, asking him to forward yesterday’s two emails to Wayne Pate, if the lawyer has Wayne’s email address.

The next thing that came to mind, given Wayne is a religious fanatic, is to deal with something Sister recently commented at goodmorningkeywest.com, and a rerun of Pope Francis’ bombshell last year, which showed up in my email account yesterday, compliments Gary Ek, of Key West, aka Rev. Gweko Phlocker, aka Soundman From Hell (Norway).

Sister’s comment:

Submitted on 2015/01/01 at 3:37 pm
I just came across an article with scientific research stating that jews are more prone to schizophrenia than non jews, by 40%. I would post the article but my paste option doesn’t work in the device I’m on at the moment. Anyway, I think there is a definite correlation between T gondii, schizophrenia, jews and evil. Colloidal silver…and zinc, could save humanity!

I have published that sister is merged with the black widow archetype. Actually, it is even more serious; she is demonically infected and is very close to demonically possessed, and the prognosis of reversing that is nil absent Divine Intervention.

I highlighted the part of the article on the Pope’s bombshell, which is demonic, as opposed to being reasonable even though not generally accepted opinions.

There Is No Hell Fire; Adam & Eve Not Real – Pope Francis Exposes
Posted on December 29, 2013 by Naijaurban in News

One man who is out to open many old “secrets” in the Catholic church is Pope Francis.

Some of the beliefs that are held in the church but contrary to the loving nature of God are now being set aside by the Pope who was recently named The Man of The Year by TIME Magazine.

In his latest revelations, Pope Francis said:

“Through humility, soul searching, and prayerful contemplation we have gained a new understanding of certain dogmas. The church no longer believes in a literal hell where people suffer. This doctrine is incompatible with the infinite love of God. God is not a judge but a friend and a lover of humanity. God seeks not to condemn but only to embrace. Like the fable of Adam and Eve, we see hell as a literary device. Hell is merely a metaphor for the isolated soul, which like all souls ultimately will be united in love with God.”

In a shocking speech that is reverberating across the world, Pope Francis declared that:

All religions are true, because they are true in the hearts of all those who believe in them. What other kind of truth is there? In the past, the church has been harsh on those it deemed morally wrong or sinful. Today, we no longer judge. Like a loving father, we never condemn our children. Our church is big enough for heterosexuals and homosexuals, for the pro-life and the pro-choice! For conservatives and liberals, even communists are welcome and have joined us. We all love and worship the same God.”

In the last six months, Catholic cardinals, bishops and theologians have been deliberating in the Vatican City, in discussing the future of the church and redefining long-held Catholic doctrines and dogmas. The Third Vatican Council, is the largest and most important since the Second Vatican Council was concluded in 1962.

Pope Francis convened the new council to “finally finish the work of the Second Vatican Council.”

The Third Vatican Council concluded with Pope Francis announcing that…
Catholicism is now a “modern and reasonable religion, which has undergone evolutionary changes. The time has come to abandon all intolerance. We must recognize that religious truth evolves and changes. Truth is not absolute or set in stone. Even atheists acknowledge the divine. Through acts of love and charity the atheist acknowledges God as well, and redeems his own soul, becoming an active participant in the redemption of humanity.”

One statement in the Pope’s speech has sent traditionalists into a fit of confusion and hysteria…
“God is changing and evolving as we are, For God lives in us and in our hearts. When we spread love and kindness in the world, we touch our own divinity and recognize it. The Bible is a beautiful holy book, but like all great and ancient works, some passages are outdated. Some even call for intolerance or judgement. The time has come to see these verses as later interpolations, contrary to the message of love and truth, which otherwise radiates through scripture. In accordance with our new understanding, we will begin to ordain women as cardinals, bishops and priests. In the future, it is my hope that we will have a woman pope one day. Let no door be closed to women that is open to men!”

A few cardinals in the Catholic church are against Pope Francis’ latest declarations. Watch out for the report.

SOURCE: Copyright © 2013 Diversity Chronicle All Rights Reserved.

Re what I underlined as being demonic, belief is simply that: belief. Reality is something else entirely. People believe all sorts of things, which are not true. People believed the world was flat. People believed the sun revolved around the earth. People believed God looked like people.

Believing something is true does not make it true. Christendom believes salvation through Jesus comes through the generally accepted formula:

Believing Jesus was the only begotten son of God, born of the virgin Mary, and was crucified and died and was buried, and descended into hell, and on the third day rose from the dead and ascended into heaven to be with God the Father Almighty, from which he, Jesus, will return to judge the living and the dead.

My goodness. Where in the Gospels did Jesus ever say that was the salvation formula he was living and teaching? He never said that was his salvation model. He said very plainly, many times, in the Gospels, that living as he lived and taught was the ticket into the kingdom of God, on this world and in the afterlife, and better not to have heard of him, than to have known him and heard his words and not live by them.

Meaning, Christendom’s salvation formula is demonic. Fortunately, God is bigger and looks into people’s hearts and at what they do, regardless of what they believe. In that, the Pope is correct. He is also correct in saying God is in all religions. Most of what Pope says is correct. What is not correct is believing something makes it true.

I received something of local application yesterday from John Donnelly, of Key Largo, to which I responded, which pertains to the mandate you say belongs to Arnaud and Naja and me, which also will be in today’s post at goodmorningkeywest.com, which I will copy and post at goodmorningbirmingham.com, and send it to my father’s lawyer with a request he forward it to the other people, including Wayne Pate, if the lawyer has Wayne’s email address.

You sure do know how to instigate trouble, Jerry. Were you born that way, or did you have to learn it? :-)


From John Donnelly yesterday:

Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2015 10:19:19 -0800
From: gaffer12333@bellsouth.net
Subject: Great Letter Alex…
To: adefoor@ask4ci.com; ronesaunders@c_______; Holly.Raschein@myfloridahouse.gov; Bullard.Dwight.web@flsenate.gov; Kate.DeLoach@myfloridahouse.gov; Erin.Muir@myfloridahouse.gov; dennisward@_______; Editor@TheBluePaper.com; rd.boettger@_______; citizenlarry007@_________; keysmyhome@hotmail.com; madmadmaud@______

Police must be held accountable
Keynoter Publishing January 3, 2015
I took part in a march for police accountability last Sunday with about 50 other concerned citizens of Key West. It isn’t as if I wanted to. I had plenty of more-interesting things I could have done on a Sunday afternoon, projects backed up or books to be read or just a nice civilized afternoon nap with my dog.

Movies, shopping, biking, sightseeing, picture taking, visiting friends or hanging out at the beach. You name it; it probably is more appealing than marching along in the hot sun losing your voice chanting things like, “What do we want to see? Police accountability.” (Google Charlers Eimers.)

The next question you ask, then, is why march at all? I wanted to explain to the handful of angry people I saw along the route that I was out there losing my voice and getting sore feet for them. I wanted to ask them if they thought I was having fun and just really enjoy exposing myself to angry people flipping me off. Did they think I was comfortable risking the wrath of those with unquestioning blind faith in all authority or the authorities themselves? The angry middle-finger-flippers only saw trouble-makers.

Two hundred and thirty-eight years ago, a group of concerned citizens got together and wrote the Declaration of Independence. In 1787, after the American Revolution, our Constitution was ratified by the Constitutional Convention. Four years after that the amendments to the constitution, the Bill of Rights, became part of that Constitution. All this was accomplished by trouble makers and people unwilling to accept the status quo.

Our Bill of Rights states those rights include “the right to peaceably assemble” and “petitioning for a governmental redress of grievances.” Our corporate-sponsored Congress is busy chipping away at these rights. We the people can and should exercise our historic spirit of justice as long as we can and when we no longer can, we’ll know the experiment of American democracy failed.

So, you see, I did not want to march. I had to march.

Alex Symington
Key West

I replied to John, copied to ALL:

Thanks, John –

I republished Alex’s letter to the editor after I saw it in a KONK Life (konklife.net) email blast. Then, I saw it in Friday’s Key West the Newspaper (thebluepaper.com). I’m glad the Keynoter published it. Maybe the Citizen will.

As far as I know, only the blue paper and I reported the protest march. I reported it the next day at goodmorningkeywest.com.

I hope the protesters start showing up at city commission meetings and, during [closing] citizen comments, speak their hearts to the seven elected officials who actually have the power to tell the city manager to do something about the police department pronto, or he’s fired.

As far as I know, I’m the only person who has spoken to the seven during a city commission meeting about the Charles Eimers case. That’s where the buck stops, with those seven. City commission meetings are where they can be made to feel the heat. I proved that when the Citizen reported my remarks and commissioners Rossi and Yaniz’ ensuing explosions, before the blue paper’s next Friday issue.

I don’t have to look to mainland goings on or go back to the Founding Fathers to know what happened to Charles Eimers needs to be dealt with decisively. I only have to look at what happened and the massive cover up. That, and angels driving me, is why I marched and, before that, spoke to the seven at city commission meetings.


This morning P.S. to ALL:

Alex’s letter is in today’s Citizen.

Yesterday evening, I spent a while on Higgs Beach speaking with what I have come to affectionately call vicious van dweller criminals, because Key West has made them criminals for  living in their vans, even though that’s the only home they can afford. One of them, Pat, is a retired female Ohio deputy sheriff, whose fun run-in with two of Key West’s finest not I reported in yesterday’s Kali journalism vs. the other kinds, Key West proving ground post at goodmorningkeywest.com.

Pat, and the other vicious criminals, expressed astonishment that our very own State Attorney Catherine Vogel

Cathy Vogel

hired a paid professional expert witness, who makes a living testifying in behalf of police officers charged with professional misconduct, to persuade the grand jury Vogel convened that Key West’s finest not did nothing wrong to Charles Eimers. I said Vogel proved beyond any doubt she is the biggest whore in the Florida Keys.

It’s even worse than that. Thanks to Officer Gary Lee Lovette’s stun gun being turned on, and its video recorder thus also being turned on, Vogel knows Lovette and his fellow officers laughed while they killed suspected vicious van dweller criminal Charles Eimers, who actually had only just arrived in Key West, with money, to find a place to live and become part of Key West’s fake one human family.

That, and this email correspondence, and much more is in today’s cheerful  Key West’s psychiatrist emeritus charges the Blue Paper and Sloan Bashinsky with those ideals Socrates promoted —-critical thinking —truth —unmasking the pervading cover-ups (corruption), and one of the gadflies’ own lamentations and mentations post at goodmorningkeywest.com.


The irony is, Lovette said he did not use the stun gun, because he feared hitting one of his fellow officers with it. Then, and all the other statements he made about what happened that dreadful Thanksgiving Day, were true; which is why Police Chief Donie Lee, and Vogel’s prosecutors and the grand jury decided Lovette’s damning comments were not true; otherwise, shit city.


Sloan at protest march

Sloan Bashinsky, ex-lawyer

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