Cyril Wecht - Hired Liar

You could not make this shit up (only, they have, and they did) - Cyril Wecht, as I live and breathe!

"Dr. Wecht is the go-to expert to almost every news organisation in the world."

Yes, because he is a Liar for Hire, that will say anything!

Of course you can, but Prince is alive, and the coroner doesn't even claim to have the toxicology results yet.

They say the released the body to the family, who immediately cremated it, before making a finding of death by misadventure or natural causes and ruling out murder - which is illegal.

So that didn't happen.

If a murder is committed, especially when the victim is rich and there is money or inheritance involved, 70% of murder victims were killed by a member of their family.

And you haven't investigated that possibility yet - so you are just going to GIVE them exhibit A, containing ALL of the evidence of foul play and allow them to destroy it..? 

This is farcical.

That didn't happen.

Wecht says (because he is being paid to say it) "the autopsy is now complete" - on a cremated corpse, that's quite a feat.

More likely, he went home to his gated community of Jehovahs Witnesses (where he currently lives) and just closes the gate.

If he claims there were ONLY two, of course - the most controlled, reductionist of Controlled Opposition.

Like that guy that was Chief Counsel to the HSCA, kept pushing the whole "The Mafia did it angle" - he would cut people off at the knees speaking to him saying "You're Conspiracy is getting too large, it has to be half a dozen people or less, otherwise it's not plausible."

Michael Jackson is in Bahrain living with his kids, we know this.

And both of them, like Elvis, left clues.

Elvis was living next door to Muhammad Ali in Michigan for many years, but they made him lay low for 12 months '77-'78 and kept him on The Island.

I have joked about this in the past, but it turns out there actually IS and Island that they use!

Which remind me - did you see Snowden is now claiming Bin Laden is alive and well and living in the Bahamas..?

That probably IS where they would send people if there really was a "The Island", just outside of US jurisdiction, but close enough to call on easily and in the same time-zone.... Just a short hop over to Key West, or any of the other banking islands.

Wecht is allowed to debate with Bugliosi in a discussion posted and hosted on David Von Pein's YouTube Channel - that's what should PROVE to you he's absolutely bought and rotten...

Oh look - They have set up an entire blog ONLY dedicated to this one Bug vs. Wecht Straw Man Dog & Pony Show...

SCRATCH THAT - Correction :

The island is in Hawaii.

https://youtu.be/8Td1GVVJM0Q

"The Medication U Were Given Has Put U in Suspended Animation"

ART OFFICIAL AGE

ARTIFICAL CAGE

"Mr. Nelson...?

Mr. Nelson, can u hear my voice...?

"We just want to let U know, the medication U Were Given Has Put U in Suspended Animation 4 quite some time...

Well, in fact : about FOURTY-FIVE YEARS...."

"I did try, once, to play guitar, with flat shoes on - and it was like Samson without his hair..."

Prince does not count birthdays - but he was legally 57 when he died.

He was therefore 56 when he wrote, and released these words.

He told Mel C that he had entered the music industry (and presumably put on Cuban heels) at the age of 12.or 1970 to put a (worldly) days on it.

56 - 45 = 11.

45 years before September 2014 was 1969, almost 1970.

Prince has been creating art (and consequently in pain, due to the heels) since 1970, for over 45 years now.

Latoya Jackson insists that it is absolutely impossible to inject yourself with a syringe and self-administer the knock-out dose of propofol Dr. Conrad Murray was convicted of administering to Michael Jackson, which is generally given by an anaesthesiologist as the first shot to induce deep (but extremely brief hypnotic-unconsciousness : 

She says (speaking for Michael and his family) :

"That's absolutely not true, because that is physically impossible, my brother was murdered (on the order of Others, who I will not name) and this is a Conspiracy."

Grrr! I'm going to get to the bottom of this!!"

 **shakes fist**

And then nothing came of it, because that's only a story.

And it is clearly, demonstrably not true.
It's perfectly physically possible, and here is a video of a guy doing it.

But Latoya want to tell you, because Michael wants you to know

"That's physically impossible and so therefore, this is a Conspiracy."

Which it actually is, really, when you think about it, only not in the way she  means - its a JW Conspiracy of How To Disappear Completely and Never Be Found.

So, what does this mean :

O(+>-ology :

The Main Schools of Lyrical Analysis

The Fundamentalist Literalist : 

It means : "We just want to let U know, the medication U Were Given Has Put U in Suspended Animation 4 quite some time...

Well, in fact : about FOURTY-FIVE YEARS...."

The Anglican-Episcopalian : 

It does NOT MEAN "We just want to let U know, the medication U Were Given Has Put U in Suspended Animation 4 quite some time...

Well, in fact : about FOURTY-FIVE YEARS...."

It actually means something different, but not that.

The Preist : 

"My son, in our faith, we not only have the lyrics, we have our dogma, by the grace of God, we have the commentaries and dissertations written by all of the wise and venerable Saints, Martyrs, Blessed and ordinary clergy to aid in our understand of Prince's true meaning with this lyric - I would suggest that you consult the following essay to gain a more complete and detailed understanding of the true meaning of this particular  lyric.... " 

The Talmudic Scholar : 

"Eh, it may mean this, but it could also mean that, or possibly both of those things at once. 

Possibly something else entirely. 

If it still does seem to make sense, that just means that somebody screwed up somewhere, in which case I wouldn't bother worrying about it too much."

The Freudian : 

"It is about sex. 

It is always about sex. 

This lyric is about how Prince wanted to have sex with his mother and kill his father, but was afraid of him and beat him and so became repressed, but perfectly sublimated his unconscious fantasy desire to have sex with his mother into writing the lyrics. To Sister.

I think you could probably benefit from a lot more of these sessions, say perhaps on a twice-weekly basis, that way I think there's an opportunity for you to really focus on working through these issues systematically, we are on the verge, I think, of making significant breakthrough, provided we work hard on these points and you can stay focused and committed to the process of moving forward. You've been doing really well these last few sessions, I feel.

You can pay as you leave - my receptionist will take care of that for you, and she has access to my appointment diary, she will be happy to help you schedule another two dozen sessions, or as many as we decide to go with for now.

We can take cash, Visa or American Express. See you next Tuesday."

The Jungian : 

"You know what it really means. 

So do I. 

So does everyone. 

You just don't necessarily know that you know it, and most people have forgotten how to access and reconnect with the source of that knowledge.

The Post-Modern :

This text means absolutely nothing other than what we tell ourself it does, according to social norms, and if it does mean anything to you (or you imagine to think it does), then that means is what Prince could not possibly have actually meant (because The Author (like God) is Dead, so how could he possibly have meant anything when writing the text?

The Nihilist :

"It means absolutely nuzzink, Libowski.

And zen, ve cutt off your Johnson."

"A CNN crew visits the Kingdom Hall of Prince the Sunday after he 'passed away'."

"We expect Brother Nelson to be resurrected here on Earth, just like the Bible says, when Jehovah cleanses this Earth of all it's evil,there'll be a resurrection and we will welcome him back - and he'll be right [here] like flesh and blood, like you and me are talking here right now.

It's a deep, deep belief that we have."

O(+>-ology : The Main Schools of Lyrical Analysis

The Fundamentalist Literalist : 

"He means what it say. 

Who am I to question it? 

God works through Prince in mysterious ways."

The Anglican-Episcopalian : 

"Yes, Prince says that, but what he actually means is this... : "

The Preist : 

"My son, in our faith, we not only have the lyrics, we have our dogma, by the grace of God, we have the commentaries and dissertations written by all of the wise and venerable Saints, Martyrs, Blessed and ordinary clergy to aid in our understand of Prince's true meaning with this lyric - I would suggest that you consult the following essay to gain a more complete and detailed understanding of the true meaning of this particular  lyric.... " 

The Talmudic Scholar : 

"Eh, it may mean this, but it could also mean that, or possibly both of those things at once. 

Possibly something else entirely. 

If it still does seem to make sense, that just means that somebody screwed up somewhere, in which case I wouldn't bother worrying about it too much."

The Freudian : 

"It is about sex. 

It is always about sex. 

This lyric is about how Prince wanted to have sex with his mother and kill his father, but was afraid of him and beat him and so became repressed, but perfectly sublimated his unconscious fantasy desire to have sex with his mother into writing the lyrics. To Sister.

I think you could probably benefit from a lot more of these sessions, say perhaps on a twice-weekly basis, that way I think there's an opportunity for you to really focus on working through these issues systematically, we are on the verge, I think, of making significant breakthrough, provided we work hard on these points and you can stay focused and committed to the process of moving forward. You've been doing really well these last few sessions, I feel.

You can pay as you leave - my receptionist will take care of that for you, and she has access to my appointment diary, she will be happy to help you schedule another two dozen sessions, or as many as we decide to go with for now.

We can take cash, Visa or American Express. See you next Tuesday."

The Jungian : 

"You know what it really means. 

So do I. 

So does everyone. 

You just don't necessarily know that you know it, and most people have forgotten how to access and reconnect with the source of that knowledge.

The Post-Modern :

This text means absolutely nothing other than what we tell ourself it does, according to social norms, and if it does mean anything to you (or you imagine to think it does), then that means is what Prince could not possibly have actually meant (because The Author (like God) is Dead, so how could he possibly have meant anything when writing the text?

The Nihilist :

"It means absolutely nuzzink, Libowski.

And zen, ve cutt off your Johnson."

A Big Disease With a Little Name

Those people who always tell me they think I'm paranoid, distrusting and borderline psychotically delusional should understand something : 

You cannot know what it means to grow up being taught by your Government that rain is poison, sex is death and the sun would cause you to die of cancer.

This "health advice" was mailed to EVERY HOUSEHOLD in Britain by the Thatcher Government in 1987.

I was made afraid of sex before I even knew what it was, because I had been told by the State that making love was fatal, and the main way of catching The Worst Disease in The World.

My first knowledge the meaning of sex was a tombstone.

And the only person after I had learned and accepted all of that who tried to tell me the Truth, even though I would not hear him or learn of it for many years later, was Prince.

So in a very real sense, Prince saved my life - or saved a part of it I never otherwise would have known, or experience the joy of.

Even my James Bond only ever had one girlfriend.

Sorry, 007, you can chose either, whichever one you want - just not BOTH...

So this may appear that by 1989, there was a slight improvement over the situation (under conditions of Plague Panic) from 1987, but the element of competition and sexual winner-takes-all actually makes the situation far WORSE than that....

Because the back and forth contest for Dalton-Bond's affections results in the continual deferral of a decision being made as to his commitment (I'll say that again, "COMMITMENT") to a single lover with whom to enjoy Safe Sax with until AFTER the resolution of the plot - meaning that he doesn't actually get laid (onscreen) AT ALL until after the end of the film, turning the World's Greatest (onscreen) lover into an (onscreen) eunuch.

In fact, since Miriam D'Abo (Cello Girl) is such a "nice" girl, enjoying romantic dates in the Vienna funfair, Dalton-Bond doesn't actually get laid in The Living Daylights either, so Dalton-Bond never gets laid (onscreen) AT ALL...

No wonder they cancelled the Franchise for 6 years.

The result being, that there is an entire generation (my one) for whom the object of ego-identification in Bond movies was Q.

Because if you believed in, were awed by and sought to emulate the geriatric seductions of Roger Moore and his mink-lined Union Jack iceberg mini-sub, or Grace Jones and were titlated by the black-light neon paint day-glo Duran Duran tits, there really was (and is) something wrong with you sexually.

This was 1985.

Cocaine is a Hell of a Drug.

Del 

 I'm scared, Rodney! 

 Rodney 

 Oh come on, Del. You're in hospital. 

 Del That's why I'm scared! 

 Rodney 

 I mean, can you think of a better place to be? 

 Del 

 Yes, down the market, in the pub, anywhere but here. I think I might know what's wrong with me. A short pause. 

 Rodney 

 What?

Del 

I think I might have... you know. 

 Rodney 

 You mean? 

 Del 

 No. 

 Rodney What! Not... 

 Del 

 Yes. 

 Rodney 

 Don't be silly. What makes you think that? 

 Del 

 Because the doctors found out I was a bachelor and they started asking questions about my social activities. 

 Rodney Bloody 'ell. 

 Del 

 It's alright. I didn't tell 'em nothing. I made out I was like an amateur monk. But I've been lying here thinking about my past. 

 Rodney What's the point in depressing yourself? 

 Del 

 I've bin thinking back to some of the birds I've knocked about with. Cor blimey, Rodney, some of 'em have bin round the track more times than a lurcher. 

 Rodney 

 Del, you're just being irrational. 

 Del 

 What about that unisex hair- dresser's. down the high street? 

 Rodney 

 Well, what about it? 

 Del 

 Well, I went in there last month for a trim, didn't I? And I thought I was going to get one of the dolly birds in the miniskirts, you know, and all that, but who did I get? They gave me some mush called Jason. 

 Rodney 

 So? 

 Del 

 So, say he was a bandit. 

 Rodney 

 I don't believe... Del, you cannot go around making accusations against innocent people. Anyway, you can't catch it off a comb. 

 Del 

 No, but say he nicked my neck with his razor or something. 

 Rodney 

 So long as he doesn't kiss it better, you're laughing, ain't you? 

Del 

 Then there's Uncle Albert - blimey, he's been round the world more times than Phileas Fogg. There's no telling what he might have picked up. And there's you and that computer. Rodney My computer? 

Del 

 Yes. I was reading about all those computer viruses. 

 Rodney 

 Look, calm down, right? Look, I understand your concerns and fears. But you're just letting your imagination run away with you. If you'd had 'that' or anything as serious as that, they would have known by now. They're experts you know. 

 Del 

 Yeah, yeah. I didn't think of that, bruv. It can't be that serious, can it? 

 Rodney 

 Well, of course not. So you just remember that next time you're lying here at night, thinking of all them women and male hairdressers you've known... 

 Del 

 They've got a spare bed downstairs if you're interested. 

 Rodney I'll see you. 

 They share a smile. Rodney stands to leave. Del leans back in bed. We now hear Del moan as if in great pain. Rodney rushes back to him. 

 Rodney 

 Del, hold on. I'll get the nurse. Nurse! Hold on, Del, don't you die. Don't you bloody die. 

 Del 

 I'm not gonna die, you plonker. I've just sat on me bacon sandwich. 

The Evil of Two Lessers

That's a fantastic title, first off.

The thing is - if you make a conscious choice between what you tell yourself and rationalise as being the lesser of two evils : guess what? 

You're still choosing EVIL.

The Hour is Getting Late...

"I've seen The Future, and it will be."

"Rorschach and Dan, now fully disguised as Nite Owl, suspect that the hunting down of former costumed vigilantes may have been conspired by one of their own. 

They sneak into Adrian Veidt's offices and discover what may be a conspiracy of far reaching proportions. 

To confirm their findings, they must confront Adrian -- their former colleague Ozymandias -- and have to travel to his Antarctic retreat to find him. "

"There must be some kind of way out of here," 

said the joker to the thief.

"There's too much confusion, 

I can't get no relief.

Businessmen, they drink my wine, 

plowmen dig my earth.

None of them along the line 

know what any of it is worth."

"No reason to get excited," 

the thief, he kindly spoke,

"There are many here among us 

who feel that life is but a joke.

But you and I, we've been through that, 

and this is not our fate,

So let us not talk falsely now, 

the hour is getting late."

All along The Watchtower, 

Princes kept their view

While all the women came and went, 

barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the cold distance,

a wildcat did growl.

Two riders were approaching, 

and the wind began to howl...

"A CNN crew visits the Kingdom Hall of Prince the Sunday after he 'passed away'."

"We expect Brother Nelson to be resurrected here on Earth, just like the Bible says, when Jehovah cleanses this Earth of all it's evil,there'll be a resurrection and we will welcome him back - and he'll be right [here] like flesh and blood, like you and me are talking here right now.

It's a deep, deep belief that we have."

Games for "may"

Games for "may".

"May have". 
"Some may say". 
"May have been".

Hand over your back pills, Rile O'Biley. You're part of the Drug Culture. 

Sign O' The Times.

"Some people say..."

Ah, yes, well - So They Say...

Some Might Say...