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A Correlative Study Between Jim Jones and Donald Trump. No, I’m Not Kidding.

October 13, 2017

Hello my lovelies.  Your very wayward Queen is back since I actually have something to say.  My in house psychic locked me in the tower of London and tried to make an escape.  She is being dealt with accordingly.  Not like Henry the VIII accordingly, but accordingly.

So lets get to it shall we.  Raise your hands if you remember Jim Jones, the Jonestown Massacre, The Guyana Tragedy, or the peoples temple.  I’m betting cuz I’m a betting kind of Queen that most of you raised your hands.  This was waaaaay back in the day, but it isn’t something easily forgotten.

As a quick refresher, Jim Jones was a shyster/preacher/prophet with a huge god complex.  He actually probably started out with good intentions although who the fuck knows since he was a complete sociopath by the time it was all over but just for brevities sake let’s go with that.

He was originally ordained as a Disciples of Christ pastor and believed that communism was the social order most in tune with gods law.   Jones pretended to sympathize with the African American population in America even though his father and grandfather were both very high up in the KKK and indoctrinated Jones to its teachings from the time he could begin to comprehend.  He stumbled upon faith healing at a seventh day Baptist Church and discovered the amount of money that faith healing could bring in.  It was at that point that Mr. Jones suddenly was gifted with the power of healing the afflicted.

In the early 70’s Jones rejected the bible and denouncing a sky god that in his words was no god at all.  Jones also began preaching that he was the reincarnation of Gandhi,Jesus, Buddha and Vladimir Lennon  . Former Temple member Hue Fortson, Jr. quoted Jones as saying, “What you need to believe in is what you can see … If you see me as your friend, I’ll be your friend. As you see me as your father, I’ll be your father, for those of you that don’t have a father … If you see me as your savior, I’ll be your savior. If you see me as your God, I’ll be your God. (Wikipedia)

He said there was no heaven and if they wanted one they would have to make it down here.  He teeter tottered between Agnostic and Atheist depending on his mood during different interviews.  He didn’t believe in god any more than I believe in unicorns.   That didn’t stop him however from fleecing his congregation out of most of all their life’s savings, not that it would matter the way things played out.

It was fear of the IRS and Government intervention that drove Jones to Guyana to start his peoples Temple.  Forced labor, substandard food,  gun wielding guards to make sure nobody tried to leave in he middle of the night.  One person stating that if the guards didn’t get you the snakes would.  Physical, emotional and sexual abuse was rampant as reported in an expose which is the main reason that Jones abruptly booked it for Guyana.

Jones declared that since he was the supreme being he had decided that all marriages were now null and void being based on lust and he would find mates more suitable for people.  In reality Jones was grabbing everybody by the pussy and simply didn’t want to get called out on it.  The non compliant ones were fed drugs to make them more amenable to the status quo.   Jimmy’s door swung both ways although he told all that would listed that acts of homosexuality disgusted him and he only did it to connect the male members of the congregation with him spiritually.  Since most of the men likely screamed things like OH MY GOD MAKE IT STOP I suppose it worked.

Jones was also a huuuuuuge drug addict and insane, although his insanity became completely off the hook fucking nuts right close to the end.

In November of 1978 Congressman Leo Ryan led a fact finding mission regarding the myriad of complaints he had received regarding human rights violations.   Since Jim Jones had always been known for  a really good show, at first glance the congressman honestly thought most of the allegations were unfounded.  Two days later however a man  by the name of Don Sly for reasons of his own attacked the congressman with a knife.  At this point the congressman decided to peace the fuck out and invited anybody that wanted out to get on the bus.  Well, tractor wagon.  There were 15 temple members that decided to take that opportunity to get out of crazy land and went along.

One of the people who said they wanted to go home was a plant who was totally not named Steve Bannon or anything drew a weapon and opened fire on the people boarding the plane.  The personal Jones body guards had already opened fire on the congressman and his people.  Congressman Ryan, three reporters and one of the temple defectors were killed on the airfield.  People who survived the initial attack were future Congresswoman Jackie Spiere, then a staff member for Ryan; Richard Dwyer, the from the U.S. Embassy at Georgetown; Bob Flick, a producer for NBC; Steve Sung, an NBC sound engineer; Tim Reiterman, a San Francisco Examiner reporter; Ron Javers, a San Francisco Chronicle reporter; Charles Krause, a reporter for the Washington Post; and several defecting Temple members( *Wikipedia)

Right after that, 909 people drank the Kool-Aid 304 of those children who didn’t have a choice as to whether or not they wanted to die.  Anybody that said “I think I’d like to nope the fuck out of this really stupid idea” was summarily shot.  Jones himself had someone shoot him because he didn’t have the balls to do it himself and his hands were too small to hold the cup of Kool-Aid.

So, let us recap.  Jim Jones was a really big fish in a really small pond when he started his ministry in the States.  His delusions of grandeur led him to believe that he could create a society where he was basically god and could do whatever he wanted to anybody at any time without fear of repercussion.  He lied to his followers about what he was doing with their money, what he was doing with their spouses, what he was running away from, what they were getting themselves into, and how much he know about running his utopian society.   His followers were basically mindless sheep that thought whatever he said had to be true and when it turned out it wasn’t he blamed it on outside forces like the news, or bad hombres, or non believers,  or when his faith healing failed he blamed the person for losing their faith and thus sealing their own fate.  He decided that he could do whatever he wanted to whoever he wanted because he was such hotshot that not only did they like it, they invited it.  Once his house of cards began to crumble, instead of admitting defeat or that he may have been wrong he simply got his sheep to kill themselves so that nobody would ever know that all the shit he had shovelled had been nothing but that.  A big stinking pile of shit.   If he was orange (he wasn’t, at least not in any pictures I can find) I’d call him Donald.  God knows he’s gotten enough people to drink the Kool-Aid.

Please discuss.  Also note that information I gathered that I was not aware of has been cited because that is what you are supposed to do.  Cite your sources.  It’s kind of a thing you should do.

That’s it for tonight.  RBMD peacing the fuck out.

 

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It’s The End Of The World As We Know It And I Don’t Have a Fuck To Give…

August 14, 2017

 

Hello everybody. Your resident sarcasm expert and Queen of all I survey has decided to come out of her fallout shelter long enough to see if the planet is still a planet or is now a blackened, burned out shell. Spoiler alert: as of this writing it appears to still be a planet, but it is moment to moment.
I have a question for everybody that voted for Trump. Still feeling good about that vote? Still think this is the guy to take you where you want to be? If where you want to be is dead, then YAY, good choice.
I have not had television for about two weeks.   I got it turned back on today and all that is all over the news are the usual trials and tribulations of the USA  courtesy of the orange twat waffle that rules you all.
I have to hand it to him though. Trying to start a nuclear war does manage to take away from the fact that you colluded with Russia. It also takes away from the fact that most of the people you hand picked to “DRAIN THE SWAMP” have no desire to drain anything because they are part of the glorious eco-system that IS the swamp. Rich people and war mongers that are going to send your children to fight a war that they start so they can distract you from the fact that you put a rich, misogynistic, racist, moronic, cro-magnon, draft dodging piece of human excrement into the position of highest power in your country. He has no desire to help anyone but himself and the rich. He has no desire to do anything to help women, or help the poor, or the environment, or animals (unless of course the animals are being grown for fur or leather for his daughters fashion collection.) His idea of making America great again is getting women back into dresses and high heels all the time, bringing back fossil fuels, and reversing himself on every single campaign promise he made and keeping the migrant workers that will actual deign to do the jobs that your people don’t want to do out of the country. The president of the USA charged the secret service right out of one of his buildings because he has decided that rules pertaining to conflicts of interest do not apply to him and kept all his assets. Oh the money the president is making, while slashing and burning anything that might help the less fortunate. Good for you guys.
So for those of you that think Drumpf is the greatest thing to ever happen to your country I give you this…
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Please read that a couple of times and extrapolate what it really, really means.  For those that did not know, the title of this sonnet is The New Colossus and is  inscribed on a plaque on the fucking Statue of Liberty. That beacon of hope that anyone who can’t trace their lineage back to the mayflower’s family member saw when they IMMIGRATED to the fucking country you now reside in. So what should it really say, now that the rose colored glasses that the rest of the world viewed you with have been ripped off and crushed under the boot of your dear leader? Give us your tired (as long as they aren’t old, or sick, or non-white) your poor (but only if they aren’t so poor that they cannot support themselves at all times for ever and never have bad luck or get sick or anything) your huddled masses yearning to breathe free (but don’t get ahead of yourselves, those masses can only be like maybe masses of two or three. Okay five to seven as long as they are all from white countries. breathing however doesn’t come free, you will need a lot of money to be able to gain entry here, and don’t even think about breathing any of our air if you are Muslim…or Mexican…or gay…or transgendered…or sick…um, you get the idea right?
I have a huge shocker for all y’all. You never needed to be great again. You most assuredly do now, but before you elected the speaking orangutan, your country was the one everyone looked to on the world stage as the single greatest country on the planet. Now you are the biggest joke on the planet, except we are all so frightened nobody is laughing. Nobody is laughing, except for Trump. Of course if anybody calls him on it he will just yell fake news, taken out of context or whatever the wheel of excuses lands on when he spins it for the roughly six hundred and forty seven thousand nine hundred and eighteenth time.
Anybody want to make book on what day WWIII starts? We are dealing with two toddlers with nuclear capability so somebody will win and everybody will lose.
Really Big Mean Dog peacing the fuck out!!


Thank You Mama and Twister For The Smack Upside the Head.

July 16, 2017

you are both right.  If they person I wronged can forgive me I guess it is okay to forgive myself, so I take it back.  I will be back.  I love you all.  Sorry I made everyone worry.


I have to take personal inventory of some things, I will be gone for a while.

June 26, 2017

I have fucked something up quite badly.  Maybe irreparably I don’t know.  And I will be back at least one last time to tell you why and what I did about it, but as of right now the blog is gone.  I can’t get into it right now it is too raw and much too humiliating and horrifying and what it says about me as a person I don’t know.

Please don’t comment.   I will be back with an explanation.


For The Best Brother A Person Ever Had

June 24, 2017

Just realized the date my lovelies.  This explains a lot of things.  If you are me.

So, today is the day my Brother, my favorite brother decided he’d had enough and punched his ticket to get off the ride.  And I get it and I got it when he did it and I don’t hate him for it and I don’t think he is a coward or that he went to hell or any of that bullshit.  I believe he just got tired of all the memories, he got tired of looking at all the scars, he got tired of all the scars nobody could see and he said Fuck it.

Since I am still the owner of this blog, I figure I can write what I want and this is what I am writing about today because I have been having a shitty time of it lately and I am hoping maybe vomiting this up will help me a little.  Who the fuck knows. If you don’t want to read it don’t, if you do, then please do.  This is not me looking for anyone’s sympathy it is simply something I feel compelled to do.

I miss you Bobby.  You were my only solace, my saviour, my surrogate Dad and my best friend.  I would give anything I have just to be wrapped in those strong arms one more time and hugged and told how much you love me.

I get it.  I always did, but you took such a big chunk of me with you.  Since you  always knew  I didn’t  believe in a higher power I’m not expecting to see you once I die.  Call me a pragmatist.  What I do hope is that we somehow come back.  I will look for you brother.  I will look forever.

I know life was a shit show, but even still we had so many good times.  I will remember till the day I die even if I get dementia or some shit you sneaking me out of the house and across the boarder to a Kiss concert of all things.  And being the most caring brother on the planet you even made sure I had hearing protection.  You held me on your shoulders for the entire thing and you made me feel like a princess.

You are responsible for my life long love affair with rock music, Kiss, and Rush.  They opened and nobody knew who the hell they were.  But we did because they were ours.

I remember all the rides in the get away jeep and you, even being so much older than me not being to old to pretend we were Adam 12 or the mod squad or whatever, playing along with whatever I wanted to play.

I remember A&W when the waitresses came out to the cars and they were on roller skates.  So fucking cool and only our thing.

I remember my first dog, a gift from you and one that served me well.  I loved that mangy snaggle toothed animal like crazy.  And even at that age I knew why you gave him to me and he did exactly what you wanted him to do.

I know leaving was the hardest thing you ever did, I know how hard you fought to take me with you and I watched as you broke when you thought you were out of the line of sight of the house.

I remember you rushing me to the hospital when one of my other idiot brothers convinced me I could fly off of the garage roof if I just flapped my arms hard enough and I remember the very first signature on the cast.  It said “repeat after me, people cannot fly” and you ruffed my hair and you made me laugh even through the pain of another broken bone.

You were the best brother that ever lived Bobby, and you were gone way to soon but if you are now someone else out there maybe reading this, it is me your little blonde haired princess, your best girl, your little miss sunshine.  I love you Bro, and where ever or who ever you are I hope you are the happiest person.   And I will look for you forever.

 

 


since I Still Have At Least A Week Of Typing One Handed I Thought I’d Post this for My Young Prince and Of Course My Entire Court.

May 22, 2017

Truer words in song I do not believe have ever been spoken.  Every day is a new day.

Hopefully back soon minus part of a paw

RBMD


Almost Done

May 11, 2017

Hello my loyal subjects.  I will dispense with the usual banter since I am typing with a hand that I cut a lot of a finger off of.

If anyone has questions for Jeff Ashton or Dr. Vas please submit them so I can finish this thing.  Please be aware that some questions may not be able to be answered for legal reasons but I’ve been assured Mr. Ashton will do his best.

RBMD Peacing the fuck out.


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