I think thom sharpe, chris fairbanks, and kjell bjorgen need to speak up about how rought it has been on thier roommate tig notaro. The problem: They are not her roommates and two for sure never were.
This is what happens when pathological liars run amok.
Also, allison sievers of lavely and singer is a defamation lawyer- she was hired because notaro grew increasingly insane when others wrote mean things about her on the internet. Notaro couldn't face the reality that many out there hated her and that her karma was very bad so she deluded herself into thinking that only this person was naysaying on datalounge. In fact, if she had made any effort she would see that she was very wrong.She knew that this supposed datalounge poster didn't have assets and that she was in fact just recounting the truth so she got Allison Sievers to write cease and desist letters. That didnt' work as well as they hoped and so Allison must have counseled her that she should seek revenge on the state and city's dime cuz Notaro just didn't have enough money to cough up- from her 4 and a half jokes.
Why else would a rabid and retarded pit bull like Sievers be brought in for a restraining order, and why is the fact that Notaro claims that cops break legs of people in her audience and other outragoues lies not causing concern to the taxpayers who are now paying for Notaro's poor parenting issues. Mathilde Notaro openly declares that she is a rage filled tall taler in her barely literate blogs. Why are there so many witnesses who were there and know the truth being ignored or silenced? I just found out something that was not told me to spare my feelings and I'm hell bent now on exposing this tig notaro and what she has done to law abiding and very good people.
Why are Thom Sharpe, Chris Fairbanks, and kjell Bjorgen repeatedly listed by Notaro as Notaro's roommates when in fact they are not and never have been. Why? Because Notaro is insane and she has cost you taxpayers so much not to mention the talent that she has thwarted by her depravity. Not to mention... a million other things..... No one knows who Tig Notaro is despite her desire for fame and billboards etc but she should be infamous- because she is very bad and very dangerous and she should by all rights be in jail for a long time. She has committed many crimes, and she has caused untold damage to many entities.
Boycott Lavely and Singer-- Brangelina and Tiger Woods. Or at least don't hire them. If Allison Sievers is any indication they are unscrupolous dregs
. C'mon, Angelina- you have a reputation for being a good person- Do you know what is being done by a lawyer from a firm you pay?
And, ask for an investigation into This Mathhilde Notaro monster and how she has played the legal system and what she has done to the taxpayers etc.
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Sunday, December 27, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Found my niche, thank you very much
Niche time. Live coverage of the Chabad telethon as it happens:
Disclaimer before continuing: I think Chabad is great and my mockery is restricted to elon gold and the production of this awful... production.
My mother just informed me that Jon Voigt was there. I never ever would have guessed while watching the Deer Hunter(AWESOME!) that this small nosed shaygits and eventual dad of angelina jolie( I couldn't have known) would turn out to be such a jew lover. Alec Baldwin turned out to be aggressively "liberal" and Gary Sinise is a Neo -con. I can't and you can't figure any of this shit out.
I need a fritter so bad.
Disclaimer before continuing: I think Chabad is great and my mockery is restricted to elon gold and the production of this awful... production.
My mother just informed me that Jon Voigt was there. I never ever would have guessed while watching the Deer Hunter(AWESOME!) that this small nosed shaygits and eventual dad of angelina jolie( I couldn't have known) would turn out to be such a jew lover. Alec Baldwin turned out to be aggressively "liberal" and Gary Sinise is a Neo -con. I can't and you can't figure any of this shit out.
I need a fritter so bad.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Obama Palin next to Sarah
It appears that Mccain made the right choice. The whole "change" thing that the Oprafied were so swayed by seems to have found voice in the Mcain/Palin ticket. That's my take. I can't grasp how anyone could get so off on Obama. The man voted "present" to almost everything. What else is there to say. Mccain has been a part or leader in partisan and non partisan legislation. Ms. Palin has shown guts and is a governor. Now, if Mccain dies while president and let's say he dies after even one year, she can say that she was a vice president for 1 year. That is still a huge amount of more experience than Obama.
What has Obama done? Seriously. I understand if people say that they want to preserve abortion rights or that they want gay marriage or whatever it is. But, to suggest that Obama is a ready and able leader is ridiculous. Then again, most self professed "progressives." Are too busy having "lifestyles." and making an effort to show how politically correct they are to read anything unbiased about all of this. 10 years ago I would have been strictly and blindly for the democrats. But, it isn't ten years ago. I feel that the obamaheads are no different than the Claymates at this point and I don't want an American Idol for president. I've noticed that freepers and repugs are what they are calling anyone who disagrees with democrats. So, I am creating by own name for democrats who behave obnoxiously-- demo-cretins. Not bad. It's yours, world. Just link back once in a while.
I just got an e-mail from CVS and it said i got a nice free gift. I was hopeful. It appears that if I hurry I can claim a free box of cotton swabs. Dissapointing.
Much more to type about and much more to paste here when the coast is clear. Off I go to clear the coast.
I've always wanted to write bad copy so the title of this entry is what that's about.
What has Obama done? Seriously. I understand if people say that they want to preserve abortion rights or that they want gay marriage or whatever it is. But, to suggest that Obama is a ready and able leader is ridiculous. Then again, most self professed "progressives." Are too busy having "lifestyles." and making an effort to show how politically correct they are to read anything unbiased about all of this. 10 years ago I would have been strictly and blindly for the democrats. But, it isn't ten years ago. I feel that the obamaheads are no different than the Claymates at this point and I don't want an American Idol for president. I've noticed that freepers and repugs are what they are calling anyone who disagrees with democrats. So, I am creating by own name for democrats who behave obnoxiously-- demo-cretins. Not bad. It's yours, world. Just link back once in a while.
I just got an e-mail from CVS and it said i got a nice free gift. I was hopeful. It appears that if I hurry I can claim a free box of cotton swabs. Dissapointing.
Much more to type about and much more to paste here when the coast is clear. Off I go to clear the coast.
I've always wanted to write bad copy so the title of this entry is what that's about.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
pigs, tigs, delmont klien and I.
Lots of crazies out there, that's for sure. I'm starting to think that over 80 percent of people are damaged beyond repair. And, the vast majority of the remaining minority that are not crazy crazy, per se, are boring. There might be a 1 percent or 2 percent group of appealing people and they are needles in haystacks and diamonds in the rough -- very hard to find if you want to get to the gist of all that.
Anyway, I've had many noteworthy epiphanies and a few run of the mill insights I'd like to share with you when my blog hits the magic 400. That's my next milestone and I can hardly wait.
Till then I must keep my promise to Delmont Klein. For newbie viewers, Delmont is a dear and deceased friend of mine. He entrusted me with his word documents just before he collapsed and died from assorted causes. It might seem like a "no brainer." that a poet and social satirist could only expect obscurity and death in our day and age. But, But, But, what seems isn't always what should be and I can only do my part. As of his passing, there are about 800 pages of material. Delmont was in a state of perpetual perplexedness and at the times when this overflowed and his synapses couldn't bear it, he wrote silly things: This was written about his girlfriend who was forced to take on day jobs to support his work.
The pigs possibility
The pig woke up one day
with a yellowed B.A
And a job
where she had to fold clothes everyday.
Her hooves were aching and
Her heart was breaking
Our pig felt that she should be more
Than a folder in a store
forsaking the mundane
again
our pig grew philosophical
And said “ what is it all for and why all the pain?”
the pig knew that pondering
wouldn’t pay the rent on her pen
So she folded in and on
and tried meditating again.
the customer asking for a baby tee
Broke her concentration
and made her wonder:
To be or not to be?
She still wanted to be
So she put in her resignation
And proceeded to flee.
She wanted to find what was beautiful and divine
She was a pig prone to fancy
What they call: A refined porcine
the pen had a landlord
And bills always came due
The pig decided she had to call
her big wig buddy,Lou.
Lou had used his degree properly
And now owned his own temp agency
The pigs typing was rusty and her word proccessing skills nil
The pig was stressed and wanted some pill
But she was not going to be addicted
Or evicted
Damn, she thought I don’t deserve to fold clothes or type
I deserve to be on a throne
But the throne wasn’t forthcoming
So instead she picked up the phone
Hey, Lou whats up?
She said
I need a job real bad
I’ll be at the pond all day
see, Lou was a frog and
Conducted business from a lily pad
Our pig put on her pantyhose and her dreaded dress shoes
she had maybe no too much to gain
but also not much to lose.
Lou greeted her with a tale of his successes and other assorted Hype.
He never once uttered Ribbit Ribbit
That, you see, is just a stereotype.
He talked of the growing need in the workplace for the frog and the hog
And told her he always needed fine swine.
our pig, was artistic
so she delighted in Lous facility with a rhyme.
the fancy frog told our hog that the job would begin the next day
Ah ha, she snorted, I didn’t even need a resume.
She set her alarm and set out her pantyhose
And times like this she wished she had toes.
Now that’s tangential and possibly not neccesarry to our tale
But only those with hooves can know the damage to stocking has
Caused many a pig to wail.
The alarm went off and the pig
Pushed the snooze button
She at times like this wished she was mutton
Mutton slept late and
Never felt blue
They actually bragged about the fact
That they were only good for stew
But she born a sophisticated swine
Forced to join the rat race
Ah, such dark thoughts
were just cutting off her snout to spite her face
She put on the hose and proceeded to the door
More dues to be paid till her due would come
How the fact that she didn’t know how many was making her glum
Her college roommate, Verna, had been a stripping swine
But, our hog couldn’t stop the salad days by undressing
She was raised right to valure her mind like Doris Lessing
Whether a curse or a blessing
She found her self on her way to lou
To pick up a timecard
She comforted herself by saying this is exercise and will diminish my lard.
With all the ills in question, out of the question was getting overweight
She paused to ponder and realized that she was five minutes away from being late
She was walking too swiftly and was soon and of breath
She pressed on and thought of dreams and death
She passed the mutton’s slum
And thought of stew and shame
and
if her time never came
Our valiant pig showed up on time
And that will conclude this piggish rhyme.
Anyway, I've had many noteworthy epiphanies and a few run of the mill insights I'd like to share with you when my blog hits the magic 400. That's my next milestone and I can hardly wait.
Till then I must keep my promise to Delmont Klein. For newbie viewers, Delmont is a dear and deceased friend of mine. He entrusted me with his word documents just before he collapsed and died from assorted causes. It might seem like a "no brainer." that a poet and social satirist could only expect obscurity and death in our day and age. But, But, But, what seems isn't always what should be and I can only do my part. As of his passing, there are about 800 pages of material. Delmont was in a state of perpetual perplexedness and at the times when this overflowed and his synapses couldn't bear it, he wrote silly things: This was written about his girlfriend who was forced to take on day jobs to support his work.
The pigs possibility
The pig woke up one day
with a yellowed B.A
And a job
where she had to fold clothes everyday.
Her hooves were aching and
Her heart was breaking
Our pig felt that she should be more
Than a folder in a store
forsaking the mundane
again
our pig grew philosophical
And said “ what is it all for and why all the pain?”
the pig knew that pondering
wouldn’t pay the rent on her pen
So she folded in and on
and tried meditating again.
the customer asking for a baby tee
Broke her concentration
and made her wonder:
To be or not to be?
She still wanted to be
So she put in her resignation
And proceeded to flee.
She wanted to find what was beautiful and divine
She was a pig prone to fancy
What they call: A refined porcine
the pen had a landlord
And bills always came due
The pig decided she had to call
her big wig buddy,Lou.
Lou had used his degree properly
And now owned his own temp agency
The pigs typing was rusty and her word proccessing skills nil
The pig was stressed and wanted some pill
But she was not going to be addicted
Or evicted
Damn, she thought I don’t deserve to fold clothes or type
I deserve to be on a throne
But the throne wasn’t forthcoming
So instead she picked up the phone
Hey, Lou whats up?
She said
I need a job real bad
I’ll be at the pond all day
see, Lou was a frog and
Conducted business from a lily pad
Our pig put on her pantyhose and her dreaded dress shoes
she had maybe no too much to gain
but also not much to lose.
Lou greeted her with a tale of his successes and other assorted Hype.
He never once uttered Ribbit Ribbit
That, you see, is just a stereotype.
He talked of the growing need in the workplace for the frog and the hog
And told her he always needed fine swine.
our pig, was artistic
so she delighted in Lous facility with a rhyme.
the fancy frog told our hog that the job would begin the next day
Ah ha, she snorted, I didn’t even need a resume.
She set her alarm and set out her pantyhose
And times like this she wished she had toes.
Now that’s tangential and possibly not neccesarry to our tale
But only those with hooves can know the damage to stocking has
Caused many a pig to wail.
The alarm went off and the pig
Pushed the snooze button
She at times like this wished she was mutton
Mutton slept late and
Never felt blue
They actually bragged about the fact
That they were only good for stew
But she born a sophisticated swine
Forced to join the rat race
Ah, such dark thoughts
were just cutting off her snout to spite her face
She put on the hose and proceeded to the door
More dues to be paid till her due would come
How the fact that she didn’t know how many was making her glum
Her college roommate, Verna, had been a stripping swine
But, our hog couldn’t stop the salad days by undressing
She was raised right to valure her mind like Doris Lessing
Whether a curse or a blessing
She found her self on her way to lou
To pick up a timecard
She comforted herself by saying this is exercise and will diminish my lard.
With all the ills in question, out of the question was getting overweight
She paused to ponder and realized that she was five minutes away from being late
She was walking too swiftly and was soon and of breath
She pressed on and thought of dreams and death
She passed the mutton’s slum
And thought of stew and shame
and
if her time never came
Our valiant pig showed up on time
And that will conclude this piggish rhyme.
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