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Another swig of Kate Haterade…I can’t help it, it’s just so thirst quenching and refreshing!

I don’t know why, but I can’t stop thinking up new ways Kate Gosselin could be making a decent living for her family that doesn’t involve her desperately flinging herself at the american public like an attention-crazed bint begging for approval. I think I may have just unearthed a secret talent I wasn’t aware that existed. I think perhaps I should offer to provide career counseling and public relations counseling for Ms. Gosselin. I’d do it for free though…after all, she is the struggling single mother of 8. I could probably even use it as a tax write off as a charitable contribution.

Not to mention I would have the feeling of joy and contentment that comes only with helping out your fellow man in need, and providing a much needed public service. We must all do our part in minimizing exposure to painful and demeaning poor choices made by Jon and Kate Gosselin. It’s as vital to our personal and environmental health as eliminating pesticides and protecting our water and food supply from toxins. Raw and unfiltered Gosselin has been proven to be highly toxic to our brains and psyches, causing metaphorical mental bleeding and lesions to the soul that are crippling and in some cases, lethal.

I just don’t understand why Kate is more focused on infamy, and the shallow glory of being famous just for being famous, rather than parlaying the benefits of her newly aquired status to good use by projecting herself as a positive role model and champion of single motherhood, importance of family and the health and proper care of children? And why the hell is she always being reported as traipsing around with this repulsive arrogance and unfounded self-importance? Did she start stealing her kid’s cough medicine  and sipping on the side? Did she look in the mirror one day and see J-Lo staring back at her? Did she forget her show was just a little “different” than the Real Housewives of …Anywhere? Stop smoking the Swarovski Kate, and drop the diva drama. Not attractive.

Kate, did you ever think about, since you just “have to travel”, going on the public speaking circuit talking to women about your story, confronting the difficulties with marriage and raising multiple children, but using your story to inspire women who are struggling with similar issues, providing them some hope and encouragement? I know, it’s kinda white-bread, but it would do far more to elevate your image as a devoted mother and set a much better example for her children. Plus, she could rake in big bucks for a single appearance! Like 30K for 1 hour. Tell me that won’t buy enough chicken and spaghettios for the crew. Look at what a cash cow Sarah Palin has become, just by being a speaker and commentator? And regardless if you thing she’s a loney tune or wingnut, you have to admit she does seem a bit more genuinely devoted to her family. You don’t see her shimmying her little political agenda in the faces of americans live Mondays and Tuesdays 8/7c on ABC. And I bet it’s not even because Fox would have a fit.

She could do televised play dates with other celebrity kids. Wouldn’t that be fun? A day at Disneyland with the Brangelina clan? Now we’re talking about ratings! And association with Angelina will make her look like a saint, just like her, cleverly masking the stench of psychosis and self-adulation that simmers quietly beneath the surface. Surefire win-win for all.

Another option- team up for a day of fun at The Neverland Ranch with the Jackson kids. Sure, the rides may be closed down, but I’m sure there’s plenty of mischief and shennanigans to delight and occupy the children, especially with those fun stun guns they like to play with. And since Kate’s pretty comfortable with lax supervision, the nanny can watch them while Kate spends time with Kathryn and Joe Jackson getting valuable advice on safe and loving ways to raise happy ,well-adjusted chil dren.

She could also come up with some swell ideas on turning the children into a family act. That would be a great way to keep the family together while maximizing market potential. She could even throw in an Osmond-esque twist and adopt Mormonism. Not only would she have a sassy, wholesome entertainment family, Jon could return to the marriage while satisfying his need for variety by engaging in polygamy! Now we’re cooking with gas!

Or she could always join the Church of Scientology . Again, family-friendly, and she could afford the protection of the church, get a hell of a media bump by hanging out with Tom Cruise, the kids would get a fun new dolly with little Suri, and she’d be guaranteed some plum cameo appearances in Cruise and Travolta projects, and maybe even a guest spot on Kirstie Alley’s new show.

Why doesn’t she partner up with Octo-Mom? Apparently she needs some money too,going into foreclosure and all. Two media whores and 16 kids? What a taste sensation that would be! Better than a Magic Bullet, the possibilities are endless.


Dancing With The Stars? What galaxy are we talking about here?

I do love watching Dancing With The Stars, like many, it is a guilty pleasure as sick and addicting as consuming gross amounts of raw cookie dough, jager shots, or my obsession with daytime dramas. However, I just have to laugh at some of the casting choices, and this season is no exception. It just makes me wonder, if we are dancing with the Stars, what solar system are they hanging in? Because I just don’t see any of these stars up in the horizon of my sky.

Perhaps because some of the Stars aren’t really “Stars” (and I capitalize because the “Star” is “Famous”) , but more like “Supermassive Black Holes”.

Actually, I found most of the cast to be quite charming, as Buzz Aldrin is just adorable and I can’t get enough of Niecy Nash. However, I’m surprised, I would have expected a bit more “boom boom” out of her and her bodacious bootiliciousness, as in the realm of what Pam Anderson pulled off. And I just have to say she was freaking awesome. So striptastically trashy and gaudy, she was a sight to behold.  Although, she is looking a bit leathery and weathered in the face, teetering on the edge of drag-queendom. Still, loved her!

I find it funny that the show always casts one or two people who obviously have a superior technical advantage and have the best shot of being the ace in the hole, and one or two painful clods that you know stand no chance  fresh out the gate.  It’s sad, but you know they were only put there for the sake of becoming human pinatas for the audience and judges to beat down, mock and destroy. I mean come one, seriously, what type of performance did you expect from Buzz Aldrin? The man walked on the moon, but that doesn’t mean he can “moonwalk”, or bust a move like Micheal Jackson, or even Fred Astaire for that matter. To compare his dancing abilities to that of the leader of a hip-hop/burlesque dance troupe or the grace of the Gold Medalist in Men’s Figure Skating is just laughable. But I guess the powers that be know this, it’s all a part of creating good dramatics and suspense. If they were all fantastic, it might be a little boring. Or, maybe not.

But I have to take this opportunity to berate, hate and eviscerate on Kate Gosselin…I mean come one, this one just puts herself out there to be beaten like a dead horse. And apparently, she dances like one as well. Poor thing, she’s just got two left hooves.

My beef with Kate is I think the same as most people’s. That she comes across as a boorish, toffee-nosed media whore who rather shamelessly exploits her kids and attempts to play on public sympathies in order to perpetuate her own fame. I mean, come on…she claims she “has to be” on Dancing With The Stars because she’s a “single working mom” who has to “support her family”? Ha ha ha freaking ha ha! Really? As if seriously, that was her ooooonly option to put food on her kids table was to play Dress-up Dancing Barbie , get a weave and shake her ass like a maraca on public tv? And really, she doesn’t even shake it that well, it’s like a maraca in the hands  of someone touched by arthritis and completely devoid of rhythm. Oh but wait! She’s a “mother who has earned the right to have some fun! Why can’t a mom just have some fun?”

Sure you can have some fun as a mom. But when you’re the mother of 8 children mauled by the breakup of their family and having to witness and process all of daddy and mommy’s nutjob bad behavior and have their lives sodimized by the intrusion of media attention and lack of healthy stability and normal social interaction…fun might include some quality quiet time parenting your children and spending time with them. I dunno, maybe it’s just me.

One time I was flipping channels and I caught her and Jon on the 700 Club of all places, and the piece must have been fimed right when their reality show was first being taped, because they were just yammering on and waxing poetic about their love of God and commitment to their children, and what a blessing it was for Kate to have spawned a whole litter of Gosselin pups, and their children were the center of their entire universe!

It must have been early on because Kate had not been yet gobbled up by the Fame Monster, and Jon hadn’t suffered whatever stroke or other brain injury that launched him into his painful identity crisis/personality malfunction.

You know, I might not be God, or ever her Agent or Manager, but I am savvy enough to think up one or two or maybe 20 ideas on how to support her family that do not include scarring her children for life and securing her win for 2010 Narcissist Of The Year.  Let’s take a look at some of those ideas, shall we?

Kate Gosselin, if you were really serious about being a good parent and role model, but wanted to capitalize on the media exposure to generate an income for your family, I’m sure you could have easily partnered with sponsors like the Pampers people, or Toys R Us, or do spots for Gymboree!

Hell, do ads for Disneyland! At least the kids would be having some fun and you wouldn’t look like some fame-crazed shrew. What, are you too much of a diva for Mickey? Apply to be the next Disney Princess! Then you can be a positive influence on your kids AND keep your weave and rock a tiara!

Or, if you must be a gratitious attention slut, and exploit your kids, why not make the kids the main attraction? Hell, you know folks over at TLC? How great would it be to put your kids on the pageant circuit and take Toddlers and Tiaras to a whole new level! They would be all over it like Nicole Simpson’s blood on O.J.’s knife. If not, you know VH-1 would pick it up! Then they could give all your kids cute nicknames and you’d be locked into Celebreality Central for all eternity. Next would be Kate+8 Have A Real Chance At Love. And you know those kids are gonna have issues, so you’ve got Tool Academy, Charm School, and Celebrity Rehab With Dr. Drew all in the bag!

You need to start thinking outside of the box instead of with your box Kate, and put those kids first!

I’m just hoping America does her a favor and votes her off soon, otherwise I think I’m going to have to have a talk with Child Protective Services.


To all those who just left comments

Thank you so much for your kind words! Now I just need to re-figure out how to approve them! LOL! Derf!

It’s been a while since I’ve tended to this blog, plus I’m pretty sure I’m in the early stages of dementia.

I also have many previous blogs that somehow fail to show up under categories. I know, I feel like a retard, it’s just there are days I have limited time to really get it all together, so I’m kinda “Under Construction”.

But I cannot tell you how much I appreciate the feedback, both good and bad. (However, keep in mind only positive feedback will ensure I do not kill myself. No guilt or pressure. Just letting you know.) Thank you again, and if you like what you read, it would mean a lot to me if you pointed others my way. Hopefully they’ll get a laugh too.

****Note to my earlier blogs about really weird stuff referring to satanism, Rosemary’s Baby, The Exorcist, The Beatles, etc. )

Please let me make myself clear! I DO NOT WORSHIP THE DEVIL. LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!

Those were jokes and an ironic stab at conspiracy theories. I love conspiracy theories and topics of a dark nature, I find them fascinating, but that doesn’t mean I agree or subscribe to them!

I actually identify myself as Christian. However, I don’t claim to have all the answers. I enjoy hearing other’s veiwpoints and finding out why they believe what they do. That’s the beauty of having religious freedom in this country. I welcome and encourage comments and thoughts on the matter from all angels. I do not like to preach or judge, just like to share and exchange, in a respectful manner.

Thank you again, and keep checking back! I may not post daily initially, but as I get this organized and ramp up, you will be seeing more a more consistent flow of entries.

Love you!:D


Rollerskate Skinny-Speed To My Side


Something Funny I Did To One Of My HS Lit Teachers

Current mood: amused
Category: Life

No, I didn’t leave a flaming bag of poo on her desk. That was my Government instructor.

When I was a senior, one of our assignments was to write some poetry somewhere along the vein of Plath, something somewhat “confessional”. Now normally, I would be well up to the challenge, as I loved to write…well, I loved to write up until the point when I discovered I loved even more getting drunk and high with my homies after class. So, like mostly every piece of school work I turned in that year, I cheated. However, instead of copying off the paper of one of my unwitting classmates, I decided it would be much more fun to just plagarize. No, I did not have much of a moral compass. No, I did not grow up to be a sociopath. Only Antisocial. There is a difference.

I chose three (at the time) obscure songs by artists I was 99.9999% Mrs. Perry had never heard of…and turned in their lyrics as my own poetry. It was brilliance, sheer brilliance, I’ll tell ya.

So, the year was 1988. Wanna take a stab at what I chose? No, it wasn’t “You Give Love A Bad Name” (although it was a contender) nor was it “Only In My Dreams” (Debbie Gibson for those who need their memories refreshed!) or “Here I Go Again”- although a lyrical masterpiece- not quite the message I wanted to convey.

I wanted something dark, nefarious, and songs that took a metaphorical snapshot of all the demonic wretchedness churning deep in my gut (no, and it wasn’t just gas, simpleton motherfucker). So, here they are, complete with lyrics for your bent-over-double laughing so hard hilarity:

1) I Know I’s Over- The Smiths
* I had recently broken up with who at the time I thought was my one and only true love of my entire life, then and forever, even though we’d only known each other, like 4 months. I will leave out said asswad’s name, because I am a lady, and also because I’m about to let the world know exactly just what a douchebag he was. But hey, we were kids right? It doesn’t matter that he ripped my heart out and stomped on it with his Doc Martens until it was the consistency of a can of Spaghettios. We get over these things. Which is why I hexed him long ago with a plague of hideous maladies, such as athlete’s foot and testicular chafing. Anyways, here’s the song, with it’s glorious lyrics:

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
And as I climb into an empty bed
Oh well. Enough said.
I know it’s over – still I cling
I don’t know where else I can go

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to slit me
Do you think you can help me ?
Sad veiled bride, please be happy
Handsome groom, give her room
Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly

(Though she needs you
More than she loves you)
And I know it’s over – still I cling
I don’t know where else I can go
Over and over and over and over

I know it’s over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real
And you even spoke to me, and said :

“If you’re so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
And if you’re so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you’re so very entertaining
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you’re so very good-looking
Why do you sleep alone tonight ?
I know …

‘Cause tonight is just like any other night
That’s why you’re on your own tonight
With your triumphs and your charms
While they’re in each other’s arms…”
It’s so easy to laugh
It’s so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
Over, over, over, over
It’s so easy to laugh
It’s so easy to hate
It takes guts to be gentle and kind
Over, over
Love is Natural and Real
But not for you, my love
Not tonight, my love
Love is Natural and Real
But not for such as you and I, my love

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head


OK, here’s the 2nd– “Blasphemous Rumours”- by you know whoDepeche Mode:

Girl of sixteen, whole life ahead of her
Slashed her wrists, bored with life
Didnt succeed, thank the lord
For small mercies

Fighting back the tears, mother reads the note again
Sixteen candles burn in her mind
She takes the blame, its always the same
She goes down on her knees and prays

I dont want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that gods got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find him laughing

Girl of eighteen, fell in love with everything
Found new life in jesus christ
Hit by a car, ended up
On a life support machine

Summers day, as she passed away
Birds were singing in the summer sky
Then came the rain, and once again
A tear fell from her mothers eye

I dont want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that gods got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find him laughing

And all that wasn’t uplifting enough…I picked a gem off Yaz’s “Upstairs At Eric’s” (NO, not SITUATION!) called “Winter Kills”:

Green in your love on bright days
You grew sunblind you thought me unkind
To remind you how winter kills

Lost in daydreams you drove too fast and got nowhere
You rode on half fare when you got too scared
How winter kills

Tear at me searching for weaker seams

Pain in your eyes makes me cruel
Makes me spiteful tears are delightful welcome your nightfall
How winter kills

I turn this all in laughing inside, figuring surely she’d see through my wall of shite and flunk me immediately and quite possible sentence me to some lovely time in SAC (basically in-school suspension). But quite hilariously…not only did she accept it, but I got a huge A+! Along with a little note:

“LeDonna, you are enormously talented but I’m afraid this is a bit disturbing. I am arranging for you to meet with the counselor immediately.” Great! I go for an easy A, I end up with a psychiatric eval. I guess that’s what I call instant karma.!


Middle Aged Crazy- The B-52’s On The Today Show

Fuck. I really am getting old. 

Check this out. 

That was then:

Sigh.  Ok, this is now:

Disheartening, isn’t it?  Well, lucky for you, valued viewer, the above recent photo is 1000 light years nicer than this atrocity taken a few years back at what appears to be some sort of seniors office party (perhaps it was an AARP benefit of some sort? )

Holy Mary, Mother Of Jesus, that is painful. Kudos to Kate however for pulling off a look that is simultaneously appropriate for the office, a Gratetful Dead show, or converted into a sassy float for Gay Pride.  Fierce!

Wanna be even more depressed? take a look of this shot of my childhood heroine Debbie Harry with Kate Pierson, and some old guy. I’m not sure what they are doing or why the photo was taken. I’m assuming they were just hanging together, growing older, and griping about shit, cause that’s what old people do.

If you ran into these guys would you suspect they were iconoclastic rock gods who made cutting edge music that defined the punk generation? I’m thinking more like Aunts Deb and Kathy and Uncle Joe got themselves lost and are desperately seeking the comforts of the closest Luby’s Cafeteria. 

The look in Debbie’s eyes scream: Where is my Glucerna? Who the fuck took my Glucerna? And could somebody just help a lady with a Poise pad here? 

I guess it had to happen. Getting old, that is. I just didn’t think it would happen NOW, or I guess really what I’m trying say is- I didn’t think that NOW (being 20 years later) would happen so damn fast. I didn’t expect for it to creep up on me like this, yet simultaneously broadside my ass. Well, actually, I can see why my ass got broadsided. It’s because MY ASS IS SO FUCKING BROAD!!!!

I really need to stop watching the Today Show, each time I do, I become more and more embarrassed to be human. Last week it was the New Kids On The Block reunion. WTF??? Really people? Seriously????  Why????? I mean, who…WHO??? gave the green light on that one? Who got up that morning and decided THAT is what society needed that day…as a counterbalance to all the war, poverty, disease and destruction and the ongoing perpetual erosion of Western Civilation…we needed more New Kids. No, not more cowbell! We need more NEW KIDS! Are you fucking serious??? Who could let this go on at any level and hold a straight face? You mean to tell me that Matt Lauer didn’t bust out to a producer and say, “Gimee a fucking break? these Kids aren’t NEW!! They’re old!! And washed up!!! And sucked balls when they were New! How much ass must they blow now that they are fatter,slower, and their joints creak?”

To me it was just more proof that a Satan exists, and he is fucking having the belly laugh of his life. Why anyone would want to see the lamest, gayest musical act of the late 20th century 20 years later in its paunchy manopause, gasping out the most musically retarded lyrics while executing dance moves with the ease and agility of neighborhood dads Sweatin’ To The Oldies with Richard Simmons. What was worse was the pathetic legion of women who appeared to be my age,  happily boppin’ in the audience to “Hangin’Tough”.  








The Fascinating Untold Truth About The Beatles, Manson,Helter Skelter,Roman Polanski and How I Figured Out I’m Rosemary’s Baby

********AUTHOR’S NOTE: I just want it to be known when I found this piece on the Beatles, I thought of it as a hilarious conspiracy theory, a fun and twisted take on linking together these darker bits of pop culture. I don’t believe in, or subscribe to, the content of  the following articles. In my mind, it just made sort of a “news of the weird” thing to laugh at. HA HA HA! See. Just like that. 😀  Thank you!

Yep, that’s ME. Well, at least, that’s how I feel most of the time,lolololololol………. Hey, I was born in 1969, I was adopted…I have 6 toes on each of my cloven feet…

HA! My feet are funky, but not quite to that extent.

So, this is what I read about the Beatles, The Devil, the Manson murders and the Polanski connection. It’s copied from the website

The Beatles were satanists that had made a pact with the devil, and the bill had to be paid to the coven. Every band that has made a pact with satan has had a member die. Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, Beatles, The Who, etc. In an interview with Barbara Walters, Lennon assassin Mark David Chapman clearly demonstrated that he was a satanist. In other words he was an errand boy collecting the payment for satan’s bill.

“Alone in my apartment back in Honolulu, I would strip naked and put on Beatles records and pray to Satan to give me the strength. I prayed for demons to enter my body to give me the power to kill” (cited by Evangelist Richard Ciarrocca, Observations, Dec. 1990).

“In his book, The Ultimate Evil, investigator-author Maury Terry writes that between 1966 and 1967, the Satanic cult, the Process Church, ‘sought to recruit the Beatles.'”

The Beatles’ Sargent Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band album was dedicated to satanist Aleister Crowley. It was released 20 years, nearly to the day, after Crowley’s death in 1947. The title song with the lyrics, “It was twenty years ago today…” On the album cover we see a collection of the Beatles personal heros. Aleister Crowley appears there.

Crowley was born in 1875 and was called the “Great Beast.” He was known to practice ritual child sacrifice regularly, in his role as Satan’s high priest or “Magus.” Crowley died in 1947 due to complications of his huge heroin addiction. Before dying, he succeeded in establishing Satanic covens in many U.S. cities including Hollywood. Kenneth Anger, like Crowley, is a Magus, and appears to be the heir to Crowley. Anger was seventeen years old when Crowley died. In that same year, 1947, Anger was already producing and directing films which, even by today’s standards, reek of pure evil.” –

A key link between the Beatles and the Process Church is Kenneth Anger, a follower of the “founding father” of modern Satanism, Aleister Crowley. Anger, born in 1930, and a child Hollywood movie star, became a devoted disciple of Crowley.

The movie Rosemary’s baby was filmed in the Dakota building were John Lennon was shot to death. It also appears that John Lennon knew the director personally. “The Director of Rosemary’s Baby was Roman Polanski. (At a party in California in 1973, Lennon ‘went berserk, hurling a chair out the window, smashing mirrors, heaving a TV against the wall, and screaming nonsense about film director Roman Polanski being to blame’ – Giuliano)

It’s also interesting to note that when the Beatles went to India to see the Yogi, John Lennon took along Mia Farrow star of the movie Rosemary’s Baby. It would appear that birds of the same occult coven flock together.

Did this nobody Director make a pact with the Hollywood coven in order that he be given a very choice script. So what is the price for fame in the underworld. It is the killing of your baby! This fact is even stressed in the movie. The coven in the movie demand Rosemary’s baby in return for her husband’s success and Hollywood fame.

It was an amazing coincidence that the film had a plot that would be similarly played out a year later – Polanski’s pregnant actress/wife Sharon Tate would be murdered by Charles Manson’s followers.

The murder of his wife appears to be pre-payment for an Academy Award nomination for Polanski’s Best Adapted Screenplay. This movie was a critically-acclaimed and a commercially successful film.

Weeks before Lennon’s death, on his latest album there was a song by Yoko Ono titled Kiss Kiss Kiss. When played backwards one can hear Yoko say, “I shot John Lennon.” This is the same album that John Chapman listened to over and over again! Was Chapman under mind control induced by the album.

Now enter another mind control victim by the name of Charles Manson another santanic bill collector. His followers saw to it that Roman Polanski’s wife was killed along with the baby. In the movie Rosemary’s Baby, it is stressed that there is occult power in babies blood. Could this be the reason why Sharon Tate’s baby was almost taken out of the womb by Susan Aktins Sadie who wanted to cut out the baby, but couldn’t because there hadn’t been time. They wanted to take out the eyes of the people, and squash them against the walls, and cut off their fingers. “We were going to mutilate them, but we didn’t have a chance to.”

Rosemary the main character in the movie, and was to have her baby taken away, had the nickname “Ro.” I wonder what Roman Polanski’s (who in real life had his baby murdered) nick name was? By the way, holly wood is what magicians wands are made from, and stars are the points of light that shine forth Lucifer’s occultist wisdom.

Now that we know Mark Chapman and Manson were receiving messages from albums, let’s take it even further. Remember the Beatles White Album that Charles Manson received his murderous orders from.

Sexy Sadie what have you done
The Beatles

Lynette “Squeaky” Fromme
John Lennon Murder

Roman Polanski movie,
Knife in the Water 1962

George Harrison attacked by man with knife.

All through the movie Help, Ringo Star is often chased by religious fanatics that are armed with a knife.

Susan Atkins was going to remove Sharon Tates baby with a knife.

Notes and Quotes

Sharon Tate’s unborn baby, killed by the Manson family, was named Paul Richard Polanski.

Theatrical Release: Rosemary’s Baby
June 12 1968

There is no comfort in the coven of the witch Some very clever doctor went and sterilized the bitch And the only man of energy, (Manson) yes the revolution’s pride (Manson) He trained a hundred women just to kill an unborn child.
—Leonard Cohen-
“No Diamonds in the Mine”

Sharon Tate
Date of birth (location)
24 January 1943, Dallas, Texas, USA
Date of death:
9 August 1969,

Note the three 9s in this date. Inverted it becomes 666! The number of Rosemary’s baby.

Rosemary’s Baby

My feeling is that that the Beatles were members of the same Hollywood occult coven that Roman Polanski was. The Movie Rosemary’s Baby was a future template of what was going to happen to Polanski’s wife Sharon Tate. Also the songs recorded by the Beatles seem to indicate that they knew what was going to take place. I believe that songs like Helter Skelter, which Charles Manson felt he got his orders to kill from, were recorded by the Beatles for that express purpose.

As in the movie Rosemary’s Baby, I believe Sharon Tate was manipulated and set up by all the people that she trusted and loved including her own husband. She was the sacrifice to satan for all Polanski’s success. I for one was not fooled by his tears during his interviews.

At some point, Farrow allegedly feared she would be the next victim of the murder spree

1968 excursion to India, and John Lennon of The Beatles wrote ‘Dear Prudence’ (also a song on White Album) for Mia Farrow’s younger sister

Mark Chapman was the name of Lennon’s killer – Winifred Chapman was the maid who had first found the bodies at 10050 Cielo Drive.

And, I also feel that Anton Szandor LaVey, the founder of The Church of Satan – to whom the Family members (especially Susan Atkins)is the leader of the Hollywood Coven.

“HINCKLEY followed as exactly as he possibly could EVERY SINGLE MOVE that Mark David CHAPMAN had made, in the days before CHAPMAN murdered John Lennon.

Even MORE bizarre: at the time of their respective arrests following both shooting incidents, John Hinckley AND Mark David Chapman were each carrying on their person a paperback copy of the J.D. Salinger novel, ’CATCHER IN THE RYE.’ (AS did the MK-Ultra mind-controlled assassin Jerry played by Mel Gibson in the surprisingly revealing movie Conspiracy Theory.)

J.D. Salinger, certainly a gifted author, had SUBSTANTIAL and enduring ties to the U.S. intelligence community; in particular, the CIA. Was the book originally intended to be a mind-control programming tool? It’s hard to say, but not inconceivable.

SO: Hinckley traced Chapman’s footsteps, as it were, in an incredibly eerie AND incredibly REVEALING, scripted tableau; which culminated, as it did with Chapman, in mind-controlled Manchurian Candidate assassin Hinckley shooting his prey on the New York City streets.

Which indeed, brings up yet a FURTHER point. Hinckley FIRST CAME to New York WELL BEFORE his attempt to assassinate Reagan, in order to prepare himself for his assigned role by imitating Chapman’s moves and actions of a few months before.

SO: HOW did Hinckley KNOW, several weeks BEFORE-hand, that Reagan was going to be at the place in New York City were Hinckley would shoot him, AND the DAY and TIME Reagan would be there??

SOMEBODY on the “INSIDE,” who knew Reagan’s schedule some time in advance, positioned Hinckley in New York well before the date of the attempted assassination of Reagan.

Somebody like George BUSH, Sr., maybe? Trying to get a jump on taking over as President? Or, maybe just sending ol’ Ronnie a VERY strong, clear message about who the “boss” really was…
Written by NewsHawk

Recently George Harrison died from cancer. In the murky world of the occult there are many convenient deaths due to cancer. The occult bill collector had already come once in a previous failed attempt to kill Harrison with a knife. I find this rather curios when comparing real life to the Beatle movie called Help. In the movie Ringo is given a ring that makes him the target of a cult which wants to sacrifice him! They continually chase after him with a knife!

SANTA MONICA, December 30, 1999 — Another Beatle victimized by violence.

Ex-Mop Top George Harrison was stabbed at his London-area home today by a knife-wielding intruder, reports say.

Harrison, 56, was stabbed once in the chest before fending off the attacker. His wife, Olivia, suffered minor head injuries in the attack, but did not require hospitalization….The attack, which reportedly took place sometime around 3:30 a.m. London time, was said to have shocked residents of the quiet, upper-class community of Henley-On-Thames. Harrison’s estate was thought to be particularly well guarded. It reportedly featured 24-hour security, patrol dogs and barbed wire fencing. British authorities said they were investigating burglary as a possible motive.

A 33-year-old man — a resident of the Beatles’ own Liverpool — was arrested and booked on suspicion of attempted murder.

Harrison’s stabbing comes 19 years after fellow ex-bandmate John Lennon was shot and killed outside his New York apartment by obsessed fan Mark David Chapman.

By Jim Bartoo, Staff
Occultists often use so called sacred numbers to bring them power. Sacrifices are often made on the bases of these numbers. Prime sacred numbers are 3, 6, 7, 9, 11. Sacred multiples are 19, 21, 33.

Note the year that Harrison’s attack took place. It was in 1999. Inverted with the number one left out you have 666, the most sacred number of all. He was 56 years old. 5+6= 11 which is a very sacred number. Note too that he is stabbed by a man who just happens to be 33 years old. This too is a very sacred number since it is 3X11. He was also attacked around 3:30 am (33).

Another interesting event was that Prime Minister Chretien of Canada was attacked by a young man with knife too. The man somehow got through the intense home security and found his way in to into the Prime Ministers home late at night. This murder attempt too had failed.

Amazing too is how years later with President Ford in the White House, then Vice President Nelson Rockefeller was just a heartbeat away from becoming leader of the free world. With Rocky as Vice President, if anything should befall Ford at that time, he would instantly become President. Well, time to send in Manson’s followers once again.

One of his followers Lynette “Squeaky” Fromme who steps out in a failed assassination attempt against President Ford. (September 5, 1975) Two weeks later another woman Sara Jane Moore attempts another assassination San Francisco with a handgun. (September 22, 1975)

Squeaky claimed that she did not attempt to kill President Ford, because she never injected a bullet from the handle into the chamber. Was she under mind control? Could she of been programmed just to show up with a gun?

“They’re COMPLETELY ANTI-CHRIST. I mean, I am anti-Christ as well, but they’re so anti-Christ they shock me which isn’t an easy thing.” Derek Taylor, Press Officer for the Beatles

“I believed that he was Satan himself at times” George Martin, Beatles Producer

“Jesus, a garlic-eating, stinking little yellow, greasy fascist bastard catholic Spaniard.” (John Lennon, A Spaniard in the Works, p.14)

“Christianity will go, it will vanish and shrink. I needn’t argue about that. I’m right and will be proved right. You just wait.. . .We’re more powerfull than Jesus ever was..” John Lennon

On the album there is a song called Sexy Sadie. Well it turns out that this was the nickname of Susan Atkins. Now “Sadie Mae Glutz was the alias given to the Family member Susan Atkins by Manson even before the appearance of the White Album song ‘Sexy Sadie!’ –

It was Sadies testimony in court that brought an end to the Manson family. Now read the lyrics below from the Beatles song Sexy Sadie.

Sexy Sady “White album” Year 1968

Sexy Sadie what have you done
You made a fool of everyone
You made a fool of everyone
Sexy Sadie ooh what have you done.

Sexy Sadie you broke the rules
You layed it down for all (the court) to see
You layed it down for all to see
Sexy Sadie oooh you broke the rules.

One sunny day the world was waiting for a lover
She came along to turn on everyone
Sexy Sadie the greatest (Manson killer)of them all.

(Susan Atkins was a sexual lover of the Manson family)

Sexy Sadie how did you know
The world was waiting just for you
The world was waiting just for you
Sexy Sadie oooh how did you know.

Sexy Sadie you’ll get yours yet
However big you think you are
However big you think you are
Sexy Sadie oooh you’ll get yours yet.

Susan Atkins often bragged and boasted.

We gave her everything we owned just to sit at her table
Just a smile would lighten everything
Sexy Sadie she’s the latest and the greatest of them all.

She made a fool of everyone
Sexy Sadie.

However big you think you are
Sexy Sadie.
Brackets by author.

Another nickname of Susan Atkins was Sadie Mae Glutz

Maggie Mae (Written by Lennon/McCartney/Harrison/Starkey)
Album “Let it be” Year 1970

Oh dirty Maggie Mae they have taken her away
And she never walk down Lime Street any more
Oh the judge he guilty found her
For robbing a homeward bounder
That dirty no good robbin’ Maggie Mae
To the port of Liverpool
They returned me to
Two pounds ten a week, that was my pay.

Beatles “Let It Be” Album
May 8th 1970

Speculation: Could the above lyrics also be a metaphor for black mail?

So why was Sharon Tate chosen to die. My feeling is that Roman Polanski made a pact with the Hollywood coven. This was an exchange for his child so that he be given fame and success. He was a nobody movie director till he was handed a script that would make him an instant success. So why give a major script to a basically unknown director and not a well established director? Why is because of his agreed sacrificial offering that would have to be made in the future. Manson would be the grocery clerk coming for the payment of the bill.

Suasan Atkins Sadie had stated that Sharon Tate had been the last to die because, “She had to watch the others die.” By all accounts, Tate died in excruciating fear and agony. Bugliosi gives Atkins’ account: she was holding Sharon Tate at the time and, “Tex came back and he looked at her and he said, ‘Kill her.” And I killed her… And I just stabbed her and she fell, and I stabbed her again. I don’t know how many times I stabbed her…” Sharon begged for the life of her baby, but Atkins told her, “Shut up. I don’t want to hear it.”

“Before he killed him, Charles “Tex” Watson told Voytek Frykowski: ‘I am the Devil and I am here to do the Devil’s business.’” Months later at the trial, Manson’s “disciples” were said to have been utterly under his power.


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