OllieN...@aol.com wrote:

> They got chips that will read your mind and use cellular phones to transmit them to the authorities. This is for real. The vaccines also have tiny chips in them. We are fucked. Run for the hills.

You know a lot about this stuff. It's true, they have chips that can read our minds. But just as speeders have radar detectors to sniff out the cops, we have similar technology to plant false info in our minds to baffle the authorities. It cost a lot of money though. So if you're not in the right financial bracket you are still fucked. My suggestion, make some big money fast even if you have to put the professional hit on people to get it. Then buy the mind reader detector and cruise daddy cruise.

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They got chips that will read your mind and use cellular phones to transmit
them to the authorities. This is for real. The vaccines also have tiny
chips in them. We are fucked. Run for the hills.

Have you ever thought about inserting yourself into a body sized faraday
bag?
The original television program The Gong Show featured the Unkown Comic.
Even with a brown paper bag - nobody realized that he was well before his
time.

bosodeniro@gmail.com wrote:

> Have you ever thought about inserting yourself into a body sized faraday
> bag?
> The original television program The Gong Show featured the Unkown Comic.
> Even with a brown paper bag - nobody realized that he was well before his
> time.

I don't know what a faraday bag is, but have no fear, I'll look it up (especially since it concerns me). I vowed some time ago to not respond to your posts, but because this is about me I can't refrain. As a small time ex-Hollywood talent with no aspirations I can't resist the opportunity to drop a few names. I knew the Unknown Comic. His name was Murray Langston. I knew him before the bag. Do you hear me!!??? - before the bag! But I have to admit when I first saw the Unknown Comic I did not know it was Langston under the bag. I too am well before my time. My time will come. But I'll be dead.

The time is now!

Looked up faraday. Seems to apply to lots of stuff. So are you saying I'm a human cellphone - a non stop yak machine - is that it? Why should I stuff myself in a faraday bag? See, this is what I'm talking about. I don't care that you suggest I belong in a faraday bag, I only care that I don't know why. I want to know why along with a detailed description of the bag in 25 words or less. I'd like to be buried in a faraday bag. They can call me "The Silent Cellphone".

On Sunday, January 23, 2022 at 8:24:32 PM UTC-5, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> OllieN...@aol.com wrote:
>
> > They got chips that will read your mind and use cellular phones to transmit them to the authorities. This is for real. The vaccines also have tiny chips in them. We are fucked. Run for the hills.
> You know a lot about this stuff. It's true, they have chips that can read our minds. But just as speeders have radar detectors to sniff out the cops, we have similar technology to plant false info in our minds to baffle the authorities. It cost a lot of money though. So if you're not in the right financial bracket you are still fucked. My suggestion, make some big money fast even if you have to put the professional hit on people to get it. Then buy the mind reader detector and cruise daddy cruise.

A mind reader jammer. False thoughts. Thi s is genius. Patent it.

OllieN...@aol.com wrote:

> A mind reader jammer. False thoughts. Thi s is genius. Patent it.

Thanks. I've got over a hundred things I want to patent, but they haven't been invented yet. Well, they have been invented in my mind, I'm just waiting for a competent inventor to come along and improve on what I've got. I have a million ideas but can't patent them because they told me ideas don't count. They most certainly do. Without my great ideas many things we use today would not exist. I did not create them, but at some point I'm sure someone overheard me talking about them and stole them. There was no need for that, all they had to do was ask and I would gladly have turned over the rights to my concepts. I think of this shit for the betterment of mankind, not for money. The money will come in time - in big name Artisto fashion - after I'm dead. This is the major sacrifice made by all true artists and inventors.

I say to those who labor for science - "Here, take my unfinished ideas and make something out of them" - not for money but for the good of all mankind. But hey, that's me.

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I don't know what a faraday bag is, but have no fear, I'll look it up
(especially since it concerns me). I vowed some time ago to not respond to
your posts, but because this is about me I can't refrain. As a small time
ex-Hollywood talent with no aspirations I can't resist the opportunity to
drop a few names. I knew the Unknown Comic. His name was Murray Langston.
I knew him before the bag. Do you hear me!!??? - before the bag! But I
have to admit when I first saw the Unknown Comic I did not know it was
Langston under the bag. I too am well before my time. My time will come.
But I'll be dead.

The time is now!

If the Faraday bag doesn't work - just hop into one of these:

https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/9398181/michael-jackson-oxygen-chamber-naps-live-forever-found-shipping-container/

On Monday, January 24, 2022 at 6:28:19 PM UTC-5, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> OllieN...@aol.com wrote:
>
> > A mind reader jammer. False thoughts. Thi s is genius. Patent it.
> Thanks. I've got over a hundred things I want to patent, but they haven't been invented yet. Well, they have been invented in my mind, I'm just waiting for a competent inventor to come along and improve on what I've got. I have a million ideas but can't patent them because they told me ideas don't count. They most certainly do. Without my great ideas many things we use today would not exist. I did not create them, but at some point I'm sure someone overheard me talking about them and stole them. There was no need for that, all they had to do was ask and I would gladly have turned over the rights to my concepts. I think of this shit for the betterment of mankind, not for money. The money will come in time - in big name Artisto fashion - after I'm dead. This is the major sacrifice made by all true artists and inventors.
>
> I say to those who labor for science - "Here, take my unfinished ideas and make something out of them" - not for money but for the good of all mankind. But hey, that's me.

I steal great ideas but do not implement them. I am too lazy. Stealing the ideas is the hard part.

On Tuesday, January 25, 2022 at 1:50:52 PM UTC-5, OllieN...@aol.com wrote:

> I steal great ideas but do not implement them. I am too lazy. Stealing the ideas is the hard part.

If you have to pay to store the stolen ideas, by no means hesitate to do so, as you never know when one will go over big. I know a guy who had several thousand ideas stored up, but he did not keep the place secure. The ideas were stolen from him. When he stole them we don't know how those he stole them from got ahold of them. He was sick of paying the monthly storage fee and figured nobody's buying, so he discontinued the unit. His ideas were complex and could not be trusted to memory alone. They were written down graph-style with the paper taking up a lot of space. He put them in a heap and burned them. The very next day a billionaire who was interested in one of his projects called and asked to see it. The guy broke down in tears, had himself committed to a nut house where he learned that he was more sane than anyone he ever met. When he got out he vowed never to steal other people's ideas ever again, or to have any of his own (because he's had a few) - and even if it does happen, to keep it to himself alone. The sharing of ideas is dangerous.

bosodeniro@gmail.com wrote:

> If the Faraday bag doesn't work - just hop into one of these:
>
> https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/9398181/michael-jackson-oxygen-chamber-naps-live-forever-found-shipping-container/

I guess I can't blame Jackson for wanting to live forever. Maybe the chamber did make him feel better. So did the anesthetic that killed him. I wonder how Walt Disney is holding up. Do they check up on the bodies now and then? Hard to believe in all this time the electricity hasn't gone down a few times. How about if it works but those who emerge are half rotted away and stinking from the power on/power off routine.

On Tuesday, January 25, 2022 at 5:02:42 PM UTC-5, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> bosod...@gmail.com wrote:
>
> > If the Faraday bag doesn't work - just hop into one of these:
> >
> > https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/9398181/michael-jackson-oxygen-chamber-naps-live-forever-found-shipping-container/
> I guess I can't blame Jackson for wanting to live forever. Maybe the chamber did make him feel better. So did the anesthetic that killed him. I wonder how Walt Disney is holding up. Do they check up on the bodies now and then? Hard to believe in all this time the electricity hasn't gone down a few times. How about if it works but those who emerge are half rotted away and stinking from the power on/power off routine.

Maybe there is an expiration date on his head. Use before 2066.

On 1/26/2022 3:20 PM, OllieNorthie@aol.com wrote:
> On Tuesday, January 25, 2022 at 5:02:42 PM UTC-5, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
>> bosod...@gmail.com wrote:
>>
>>> If the Faraday bag doesn't work - just hop into one of these:
>>>
>>> https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/9398181/michael-jackson-oxygen-chamber-naps-live-forever-found-shipping-container/
>> I guess I can't blame Jackson for wanting to live forever. Maybe the chamber did make him feel better. So did the anesthetic that killed him. I wonder how Walt Disney is holding up. Do they check up on the bodies now and then? Hard to believe in all this time the electricity hasn't gone down a few times. How about if it works but those who emerge are half rotted away and stinking from the power on/power off routine.
>
>
> Maybe there is an expiration date on his head. Use before 2066.

Don't know if you've ever been on a NYC subway, but half the Negroes
riding smell like that. How can one tell the difference?

"Judith Latham" wrote in message news:sssbpm$f1a$2@dont-email.me...

On 1/26/2022 3:20 PM, OllieNorthie@aol.com wrote:
> On Tuesday, January 25, 2022 at 5:02:42 PM UTC-5, jazee...@gmail.com
> wrote:
>> bosod...@gmail.com wrote:
>>
>>> If the Faraday bag doesn't work - just hop into one of these:
>>>
>>> https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/9398181/michael-jackson-oxygen-chamber-naps-live-forever-found-shipping-container/
>> I guess I can't blame Jackson for wanting to live forever. Maybe the
>> chamber did make him feel better. So did the anesthetic that killed him.
>> I wonder how Walt Disney is holding up. Do they check up on the bodies
>> now and then? Hard to believe in all this time the electricity hasn't
>> gone down a few times. How about if it works but those who emerge are
>> half rotted away and stinking from the power on/power off routine.
>
>
> Maybe there is an expiration date on his head. Use before 2066.

Don't know if you've ever been on a NYC subway, but half the Negroes
riding smell like that. How can one tell the difference?

That is why it is better to insert them into the expiration date oxygen
chambers - less smell is preferred - and how much deodorant do you apply on
your 400 lb. obnoxious bloated creature Judy Judy Judy Latham?
You all quick to say that you douche plenty bloated Judith, and how many
gallons of Summer's Eve do you go through in a month? - you disgusting fat
pig you got some nerve picking on the stinky negroes and totally lying about
my stinky feet. Just wait till one of those stinky negroes pushes you onto
some NYC subway rails and you can pretend that the subway is like that
Ghostbusters movie with that ghost train - I now know that there are glutton
demonic spirits - you Judith you lying bitch.

On Wednesday, January 26, 2022 at 3:43:35 PM UTC-5, Judith Latham wrote:
> On 1/26/2022 3:20 PM, OllieN...@aol.com wrote:
> > On Tuesday, January 25, 2022 at 5:02:42 PM UTC-5, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> >> bosod...@gmail.com wrote:
> >>
> >>> If the Faraday bag doesn't work - just hop into one of these:
> >>>
> >>> https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/9398181/michael-jackson-oxygen-chamber-naps-live-forever-found-shipping-container/
> >> I guess I can't blame Jackson for wanting to live forever. Maybe the chamber did make him feel better. So did the anesthetic that killed him. I wonder how Walt Disney is holding up. Do they check up on the bodies now and then? Hard to believe in all this time the electricity hasn't gone down a few times. How about if it works but those who emerge are half rotted away and stinking from the power on/power off routine.
> >
> >
> > Maybe there is an expiration date on his head. Use before 2066.
> Don't know if you've ever been on a NYC subway, but half the Negroes
> riding smell like that. How can one tell the difference?

What about those slave ships of old? Now there was some stink.

On Thursday, January 27, 2022 at 5:06:18 PM UTC-8, OllieN...@aol.com wrote:
> On Wednesday, January 26, 2022 at 3:43:35 PM UTC-5, Judith Latham wrote:
> > On 1/26/2022 3:20 PM, OllieN...@aol.com wrote:
> > > On Tuesday, January 25, 2022 at 5:02:42 PM UTC-5, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> > >> bosod...@gmail.com wrote:
> > >>
> > >>> If the Faraday bag doesn't work - just hop into one of these:
> > >>>
> > >>> https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/9398181/michael-jackson-oxygen-chamber-naps-live-forever-found-shipping-container/
> > >> I guess I can't blame Jackson for wanting to live forever. Maybe the chamber did make him feel better. So did the anesthetic that killed him. I wonder how Walt Disney is holding up. Do they check up on the bodies now and then? Hard to believe in all this time the electricity hasn't gone down a few times. How about if it works but those who emerge are half rotted away and stinking from the power on/power off routine.
> > >
> > >
> > > Maybe there is an expiration date on his head. Use before 2066.
> > Don't know if you've ever been on a NYC subway, but half the Negroes
> > riding smell like that. How can one tell the difference?
> What about those slave ships of old? Now there was some stink.

Ollie, Judith, assuming both of you are not trolls spoofing your identities here —
I don't think picking on real slaves captured and sold albeit by their own neighbors and tribes is comical or decent.
Unfortunately, circumstance historically dictates the features of a people's culture whether we like or approve of it or not.
I wouldn't be caught dead making fun of victims no matter how far back or recent it goes. It's not funny or useful.
You don't have to approve obviously of antisocial cultural anomalies but engaging in ridicule is pretty low too.

— BdN—

OllieN...@aol.com wrote:

> Maybe there is an expiration date on his head. Use before 2066.

I had to go back and read my post again to know who and what you were talking about. Michael Jackson, yesterday's news - again. To tell you the truth, while I may laugh at the way some people approach death and what comes after, funerals, etc., I am not against anything anyone does in an effort to live forever if that is their desire. The cryogenics thing will never work, I can guarantee you that. Maybe some layout form of it in the future, but we're not there yet. Imagine countless thousands of cryogenic corpses coming to life all at the same time. Crawling out of their no longer humming machines, all thawed out and ready to live anew, only to spot others they knew and disliked in life, and the first thing out of their mouths as they meet up in a cryogenics group hug is, "Oh no, not you again!", sort of like making it to heaven only to find your most hated enemies are already there - and waiting for you.

Judith Latham wrote:

> > Maybe there is an expiration date on his head. Use before 2066.
> Don't know if you've ever been on a NYC subway, but half the Negroes
> riding smell like that. How can one tell the difference?

I don't fly Judith, but I've been around. I've ridden the subways of NYC many times. Yes, I have been to the Big Town. A Small Man in a Big Town is not for me. I want to be a big man in a small town. That's why I moved here. For a while it was working. Then other wannabe big fish in a little pond types began showing up from elsewhere. The world is a competitive place and I am not competitive. I want out. But on my terms. My terms can found in my manifesto, due to hit the stores 2 or 3 years from now.

OllieN...@aol.com wrote:

> What about those slave ships of old? Now there was some stink.

The chains, the awareness that if the ship goes down the whites upside aren't going to be coming down to unlock them. The horrid stink you speak of is to some people a calming cloud of comfort. I never read this or heard it anywhere, I just know it from being an instinctual genius. A cloud of stink - one shared by all with no one person smelling worse than the other - this is the truest form of equality there is. But it's not just stink, it can be anything, anything at all to deflect the slave's thoughts from the horror of his position - and if it takes a big cloud of stink to do it, then by God so be it. I told you before, when I was in my teens I rode on a crowded bus in Jamaica, all Black - windows down, air rushing in, humid, everyone in tee shirts, and the lovely smell of sweat. I did not care that it was Negro sweat. It was not foul. Sweat does not stink. Only after it has festered a while and opened up to bacteria. Also cigaret smoke. The whole package was memorable and remains in the memory banks of stink within my brain to this day,. a delightful one indeed.

Additionally, I don't want people to hate jews because almost 100% of the
slave trade was conducted by jews and the rest were catholics whom I pretend
to hate — the Talmud is loaded with anti white and anti black references —
and my fellow jews make fun of blacks and love it how we control their minds
and their culture with freak black puppets and all that nonsense.

—BdN—

OllieN...@aol.com wrote:

> Maybe there is an expiration date on his head. Use before 2066.

We're talking about Michael Jackson here, a guy who practiced cryogenics without needing the machine. When he was alive he was a walking advertisement for cryogenics. He had the face of a corpse. A male Lena Horne. Ever get a good look at her? Because her face and lips were thin, even though she was not attractive she was presented that way because her Negroid features had been mellowed out. I'm saying there is no expiration date on Michael Jackson's skull because it was dead before he died.

Thomas Joseph wrote:
OllieN...@aol.com wrote:

> What about those slave ships of old? Now there was some stink.

The smell of fear. The chains, the awareness that if the ship goes down the whites upside won't be coming down to unlock them. The horrid stink you speak of can in certain circumstances be a calming cloud of comfort. I know it from being an instinctual genius. A cloud of stink - one shared by all with no one person smelling worse than the other - that is the truest form of equality there is. But it's not just stink, it can be anything, anything to deflect the slave's thoughts from the horrors of his position - and if it takes a big cloud of stink to do it, then by God so be it. I told you before, when I was in my teens I rode on a crowded bus in Jamaica, all Black - windows down, air rushing in, humid, everyone in sleeveless tee shirts, and the lovely smell of sweat. I did not care that it was Negro sweat. It was not foul. Sweat does not stink. Only after it has festered up a welcoming mat for bacteria. Oh yes, also cigaret smoke on the bus. The whole package left an impression and remains in the memory banks of stink within my brain to this day,. a delightful inner skull sniff fest indeed.

On Monday, January 31, 2022 at 6:37:59 PM UTC-5, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> Thomas Joseph wrote:
> OllieN...@aol.com wrote:
>
> > What about those slave ships of old? Now there was some stink.
> The smell of fear. The chains, the awareness that if the ship goes down the whites upside won't be coming down to unlock them. The horrid stink you speak of can in certain circumstances be a calming cloud of comfort. I know it from being an instinctual genius. A cloud of stink - one shared by all with no one person smelling worse than the other - that is the truest form of equality there is. But it's not just stink, it can be anything, anything to deflect the slave's thoughts from the horrors of his position - and if it takes a big cloud of stink to do it, then by God so be it. I told you before, when I was in my teens I rode on a crowded bus in Jamaica, all Black - windows down, air rushing in, humid, everyone in sleeveless tee shirts, and the lovely smell of sweat. I did not care that it was Negro sweat. It was not foul. Sweat does not stink. Only after it has festered up a welcoming mat for bacteria. Oh yes, also cigaret smoke on the bus. The whole package left an impression and remains in the memory banks of stink within my brain to this day,. a delightful inner skull sniff fest indeed.

A nosegay of tropical days spent in youth when all things were possible. But now you ride inner city air conditioned buses with wheel chair lifts and immigrant Jamaican drivers. Has anything changed? Perhaps only you.

OllieN...@aol.com wrote:

> A nosegay of tropical days spent in youth when all things were possible. But now you ride inner city air conditioned buses with wheel chair lifts and immigrant Jamaican drivers. Has anything changed? Perhaps only you.

"Nosegay", one of my favorite words ever - not sure I've ever used it in an actual sentence. Good one. I liked the old non air-conditioned buses. Windows down, air flowing in. Of course it depends on the climate. The tropics are just right for it. I remember in Jamaica - aside from occasional storms - it rained nearly every day, but only for a half hour or so, then the sun would come out and stay out all day. It was like shower time, a little after noon usually. Rainbows and shit. Nice thoughts. And you - you are trying to ruin them for me - trying to drag negative bullshit in to corrupt my soul. It ain't gonna happen. Do you hear me? I say it ain't gonna happen. Pretty funny, chair lifts - around here them call them "kneeling buses" - very Billy Grahmish - and I cannot deny that when a driver pulls over to let one on and people have to get up to make way for the crip, and the driver is having trouble with the buckles and belts, causing me to do something I don't like to do - look at my watch. I can see it in a movie, a bus passenger screaming at the driver, "Hey, you're making me look at my watch!"

On Tuesday, February 1, 2022 at 8:25:12 PM UTC-5, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> OllieN...@aol.com wrote:
>
> > A nosegay of tropical days spent in youth when all things were possible.. But now you ride inner city air conditioned buses with wheel chair lifts and immigrant Jamaican drivers. Has anything changed? Perhaps only you.
> "Nosegay", one of my favorite words ever - not sure I've ever used it in an actual sentence. Good one. I liked the old non air-conditioned buses. Windows down, air flowing in. Of course it depends on the climate. The tropics are just right for it. I remember in Jamaica - aside from occasional storms - it rained nearly every day, but only for a half hour or so, then the sun would come out and stay out all day. It was like shower time, a little after noon usually. Rainbows and shit. Nice thoughts. And you - you are trying to ruin them for me - trying to drag negative bullshit in to corrupt my soul. It ain't gonna happen. Do you hear me? I say it ain't gonna happen. Pretty funny, chair lifts - around here them call them "kneeling buses" - very Billy Grahmish - and I cannot deny that when a driver pulls over to let one on and people have to get up to make way for the crip, and the driver is having trouble with the buckles and belts, causing me to do something I don't like to do - look at my watch. I can see it in a movie, a bus passenger screaming at the driver, "Hey, you're making me look at my watch!"

THE crips are in charge now. Special privaleges. Well the tide is about to turn. Get ready for the big crip purge.