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Dr.J/SP caught me out recently, and caught me good too! I was forwarding him some electronic news clipping or another and I took the distinct(ly stupid) liberty of dropping in a question for him. I try to do that each time I forward stuff because this very first time I sent him something, he sent me back an email Thanking Me! !!I don’t know about any of you guys but that fukin blew me away! !! Dr. Joseph P. Farrell, Esq, knew my fukin name, man!!! I mean, I know that he didn’t “know know” my name but he did read it or maybe even typed it!! Good enough for me, ya’know? So, I didn’t abuse this unexpected privileged but I certainly made sure that I slipped in a little something, something he could chose to engage with aside from the delivery of another possible puzzle piece. Now, Full Discloser here, at this point in our saga, I do need to confess that I’d only ever seen/listened to him on the radio. But that radio exposure happened to be every single interview our good Doctor did with an old friend of my spunky Grandmother, Ms. GeorgeAnn Hughes (RIP <3 x infinity) on her Byte Show. Every single minute of every single podcast, many of them repeatedly.at this point. I also aired smart interviewers like Henrick on Lazarus Effect/Red Ice and The Higherside Chats. I also studied intently the last two SSP YT symposiums. BUT I'D NEVER READ ANY OF HIS BOOKS.
I'm horribly dyslexic. I've learned to fight it but it's hard. It's fukin hard, man. So….what was I talking about here?^^WOW^^look at all those words I just typed out up there! …….wtf??…….o h. oH.OHOH OHH Got It, got it……..so cheeky me, I toss him a question about Post-WWII UK eavesdropping on their captured NAZI military/scientific personnel.I don't recall the specifics right and nor do I want to but DR. DOOM emerged from my return e-mail with a one sentence statement, in capital boldface:
"YOU ARE OBVIOUSLY SOMEONE WHO HAS NEVER READ EVEN ONE OF MY BOOKS"
It was so imperative that I thought I heard/felt him hang up loudly on me, as with a phone.. I swear I did……..shit fukin cut me down.
I probably needed it.
How was I going to even TRY to save face?
Well, after I stopped crying, I gingerly typed out Our Good Doctor an apology letter and after that I didn't even forward possible puzzle pieces, sans commentary for quite a bit. Did I mention that I'm fukin poor too? I'm on a disability check fighting cancer, Obamacare and a rare strain of HIV (I call it an "Africanized" version hahaha). I turned to my local library system. I live in New Orleans and we still have 4 branches left. Eight years of Governor Booby Swindle took us from 9 branches, fully loaded, down to four decrepit, Penitentiary Grade, used paperback book stalls. Still, I managed to scare up a 2 or 3 and then like 5 came in lent in from other Louisiana libraries. I'm actually just cracking open his case of Babylons Banksters. Unfortunately, I am having to read Dr. JPFarrell's entire oeuvre out of order. He'llprobably hate me even more if he reads this. Shit. I'm fuked. Why did I even start writing this out here???