Saturday, July 16, 2011
The dynamic jam band - "Widespread Panic" - struts out on the stage tonight at the Hard Rock Cafe after a fresh well-received live! performance last night at the same venue.
The popular group hails from Athens (Georgia) and have been influenced by a handful of musical genres such as blues-rock, funk, southern rock, jam rock, and jazz fusion.
Current musicians playing with the band include guitarist-singer John Bell, keyboardist John "JoJo" Hermann, drummer Todd Nance, percussionist Domingo S. Ortiz, bassist Dave Schools, and guitarist Jimmy Herring.
"Lotus" opens for "Widespread Panic".
The Joint continues to nab the top acts much to the delight of fans and music-lovers alike out for an eclectic night on-the-town.
See 'ya there!
Val Kilmer on a bad-hair day?
When Howard Stern glides into the "hot seat" on a National talk-show, he holds court for the most part.
That is to say, the popular radio host is a bit of a motor-mouth (and definitely a chatter-box) who waxes poetic non-stop.
"I could have stayed at home," Letterman quipped last night after about five minutes into the interview with Stern.
After all, the great toothy one was having difficulty getting a word in edgewise.
Though Howard and I were not cut from the same cloth, he cracks me up, nonetheless.
We both have startling blue eyes, too.
Not only does the scraggly-haired celebrity shock-jock have a great face for radio, but he is quick on his feet, too.
A prerequisite for the unpredictable "live" airwaves, for sure.
In fact, it is because of Stern's unique talents, that Sirius is the wildly successful satellite entity that it is today in the communications industry.
But, don't try to pin Howard down when it come to the specifics of his salary (or perks).
Whenever Letterman broached the subject, Stern was able to gingerly side-step the issue.
Oh, that sly fox!
Dave applauded Stern for having the balls to "go there" in an interview, though.
"You asked Chelsea if he dressed up in women's clothes," Dave dead-panned at one point.
Was that a Freudian slip of-the-tongue?
"Kelsey," the gregarious Stern corrected without skipping-a-beat.
"Because I asked the question, it ended up being in major headline story around the country," he proudly noted to the audience in so many words (as they clapped and cheered in approval).
Did Dave have the guts (low-hanging-bangers) to quiz Stern on another curious subject - like - bed bugs?
The subject never came up, but if I was the interviewer, the probe would have been first up on the agenda.
If you recall, gossip mongers whispered in the ears of media outlets a few months ago, that Stern's studio (and limousine) were rife with the little blood-sucking buggers.
And, Stern didn't get 'em from Mayor John Lindsay, either!
Florence Henderson, perhaps?
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You can't turn
back the clock
retrace your footsteps
A Collection of Poems
There was very little humor, a lot of dark high drama, and a dollop of gratuitous flesh.
But. when the curtain finally rang down at the 11th hour - "Deathly Hallows" - the latest (last?) installment of the successful Harry Potter franchise ended with a whimper.
Not surprisingly, there were a slew of spectacular special effects (the star of the big-budget flick?) that kept ticket-holders on the edges of their seat, throughout the overly-long feature.
On occasion, for the first 1/3 of the slick endeavour, the J.K. Rowling magical tale dragged a tad, though.
A bit of judicious editing would have succeeded in - yawn - moving the high-stakes drama along at a faster (much-appreciated) clip.
Judging by what ended up on the silver screen - it was evident to moi - that Ms. Rowling's creative well has run dry.
Subsequently, it was easy to fathom why the once-talented writer lamented far-and-wide that "Deathly Hallows" would be the last wizard project to grace theatre screens ever again.
In spite of the fact the thought of a Harry Potter screening still triggers a frenzied rush (even at the midnight hour) for coveted tickets in - what had become - a regular pop culture event each outing.
Although the ending is "flat", the producers have clearly left the door wide open for a younger generation of wizards to take the helm, I dare say.
The producers have given Harry Potter a proper send-off, though, by focusing mainly on all the loose ends in his intriguing mystical life.
In order to do so, for the most part, the roles of the supporting players were cut back.
Occasionally - Maggie Smith, Ralph Fiennes, and Alan Rickman - steal a bit of Daniel Radcliffe's thunder, though.
In the uneven splashy release, my main criticism falls on the scene that focuses on a "near death" experience of one of the characters.
Although Rowling and the producers had a smattering of state-of-the-art tools capable of real "magical wizardry" at their disposal, the scene failed to strike a glorious chord or even rustle up any wow factor where it was essential most!
It was all downhill after that!
Judging by the ticket sales reported in the media overnight, I expect that audiences will continue to flock to the theatre, and push the numbers into the stratosphere.
I wonder how the audiences are responding about the calibre of the Deathly Hallows once polled outside the theatre doors?
News at 11!
Just take a trip to the local library, a gander at a couple of anonymous posts on a popular blogsite on the Internet, or a stroll through the streets of downtown Los Angeles (and elsewhere) and it will become obvious that mental illness is a growing problem in this country today.
Sometimes there is an elephant in the room, but no one wants to talk about it.
But the issue is a serious one.
Should we just ignore the problem - (will it just go away?) - or should we tackle the issues head on?
Today, in our complex - and at times baffling and troubling society - it appears that more people are feeling alienated, left out, or just plain angry.
Many are crying out for help.
We need to listen.
Medical Findings of Researchers
A mental illness or mental disorder is a clinically significant psychological pattern that occurs in an individual and is usually associated with distress or a disability that is not expected as part of normal development or the culture itself.
Most agree that there has been a better understanding of mental illness over the past couple of decades.
Despite the fact - definitions, assessments, and classifications of mental disorders can vary - criteria listed in the ICD, DSM and other manuals are widely accepted by mental health professionals.
Categories which may require diagnosis include mood disorders, anxiety disorders, psychotic disorders, eating disorders, developmental disorders, and personality disorders.
In many cases, there is no single accepted or consistent cause for mental disorders.
But, mental disorders have been found to be common in over one-third of the population in most countries that have reported sufficient data to track and document.
Mental health services may be based in hospitals or in the community where mental health professionals have the facilities to diagnose individuals using different methodologies.
Psychotherapy and psychiatric medication are two major treatment options that may be worth considering.
Supportive interventions may appear to be a harsh approach, but are worthwhile pursuing, nonetheless.
In some instances, treatment may be involuntary where legislation allows.
A number of activists in the field have campaigned for changes in mental health services and attitudes about the disease - especially in view of the fact - there is a widespread problem with stigma and discrimination.
Information Provided by the National Institute on Mental Health
Mental disorders are common in the U.S. and Internationally.
An estimated 26.2 percent of Americans ages 18 and older - about one-in-four adults - suffer from a diagnosable mental disorder in a given year.
The burden of mental illness on health and productivity in the United States and throughout the world has long been underestimated.
Data developed by the massive "Global Burden of Disease" study conducted by the "World Health Organization", the "World Bank", and Harvard University reveal that mental illness (including suicide) accounts for over 15 percent of the burden of disease in established market economies such as the United States.
This is more than the disease burden caused by all cancers.
Until such time as there are sufficient cures (and therapies) to effectively combat the growing problem, try and show compassion!
Thanks to World Health for image of "Mental Mask" featured above
Mental disorders are the leading cause of disability in the U.S. and Canada for the ages of 15 - 44.
Many people may suffer from more than one mental disorder at a given time.
Nearly half (45 percent) of those with any mental disorder meet criteria for two or more disorders with severity strongly related to comorbidity.
The Impact of Mental Illness on Society
Friday, July 15, 2011
The "Neon Trees" are gigging live at the ever-popular Red Rock Resort tonight!
The trendy band consists of four musicians - Tyler Glenn, Chris Allen, Branden Campbell, and Elaine Bradley - who hail from the lofty climbs of Provo (Utah) and Murrieta (California) respectively.
The alternative rock band bounced onto the scene (and garnered exposure around the country) when they opened several North American tour dates for the dynamite rock band "The Killers" in 2008.
Mercury Records signed the band a scant few months later -at which point - Neon Trees released their first full length album "Habits" (2010).
Their first single "Animal" climbed to a respectable # 13 on the Billboard Hot 100 and #1 on the Alternative Rock Chart.
The much-anticipated concert is expected to pack the house!
See 'ya there!
At the tail end of the Casey Anthony trial a cast of familiar characters crawled out of the woodwork.
For instance, once the verdict was in on the controversial case (which many have compared to the OJ Simpson trial of yesteryear) Marcia Clarke slipped into the "hot seat" to offer up her two-cents worth about the prosecution's failings (if any) and the verdict which stunned the Nation.
A curious "expert" to call on - in view of the fact she lost that case - don't 'ya think?
I just about fell out my comfy armchair at home by the old boob tube when Mark Furman (the witness who was accused of being a rogue cop out-to allegedly make a killing on his book) plunked down next to Geraldo Rivera to basically utter up nothing of consequence in the aftermath of the Casey Anthony fiasco.
And, lo and behold, Kato Kaelin (replete with well-trimmed "do") waltzed out into the spotlight, too!
Do 'ya remember that shaggy mop he used to sport on the witness stand?
Oh, he was so - cool - such a dude, dude.
At least his encore appearance this past week on a talk show - managed to settle some old scores - this time around.
For instance, one interview played back a videotape of one particular stint on the witness stand, in which Kato appeared to be less-than-forthcoming when he was being questioned by the prosecutor.
"Did you know that people thought you were being evasive," one news anchor probed.
At this juncture, Kato explained that he spent several hours prepping for the witness stand, before the legal proceeding commenced.
"When Marcia Clarke started that line of questioning, it kinda threw me, because we hadn't discussed those issues," he uttered up in so many words.
Well, glad we got that one straightened out, at long last.
Now, I can sleep at night!
How about the scratching on the witness stand, though?
Did you have head lice, Kato?
By the way, Kaelin is headlining locally at the Orleans in a - say what? - a stand-up comedy routine!
Somehow, it's all a little too surreal for me, though.
Especially when he pops up in upbeat TV interviews and proceeds to offer up tickets to his show to his startled interviewers.
Is Kato just being a "nice guy" or trying to fill the house?
News at 11!
CHARLIE SHEEN THEORY ON MURDER
Die-hard fans of Chris Isaak are elated that a leg of his tour touches down at Mandalay Bay tomorrow evening in glitzy Las Vegas on Saturday July 16th.
Ticket-holders can expect a high-thrills stage spectacle which may include the sexy crooner in a dazzling eye-catching mirror suit, a twenty foot inflatable pin-up girl gracing the prop-filled stage, blazing pianos (literally "on fire" insiders whisper in my ear), and what-have-you.
A bit gimmicky?
"We do everything to make it a fun time," Isaak winked in a local interview.
Well, expect to get your money's worth at least!
See 'ya there!
Fans are elated that Bob Dylan is about to saunter onstage tomorrow night at the prestigious "Pearl" Nightclub Venue at the Palms Hotel in the desert oasis.
Dylan was born Robert Allen Zimmerman in St. Mary's Hospital in Duluth on May 24 (1941) and was raised in Hibbing, Minnesota.
The struggling artist moved to Minneapolis in September 1959, enrolled at the University of Minnesota, and concentrated his artistic focus on Rock & Roll (which later gave way to an keener interest in American folk music).
"The thing about rock'n'roll is that for me anyway it wasn't enough. There were great catch-phrases and driving pulse rhythms. But, the songs weren't serious or didn't reflect life in a realistic way. I knew that when I got into folk music, it was more of a serious type of thing. The songs are filled with more despair, more sadness, more triumph, more faith in the supernatural, much deeper feelings," Dylan noted in one of his early interviews.
According to his handlers, Dylan is more inclined to stray off the track, preferring to experiment with novel musical musings (if only to keep his creative blood flowing throughout his veins).
Personally, I savor the original versions when it comes to "Blowin in the Wind".
Meanwhile, Nashville Skyline has remained by fave album which was a break-out recording at the time it was first released.
The sometimes reclusive (neighbors once mistook an unshaven, unkempt, long-haired Dylan for a homeless man intruding on his property in Malibu) hit-maker is expected to sell-out the much-anticipated concert this weekend.
The times may be changing, but Dylan keeps rolling along!
And, fans, will be right there cheering the gifted genius on.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
A gang of Holy-Rollers - waving a flurry of placards scrawled with crude inflammatory remarks on their face - was openly mocked by a posse of twenty-something (slightly-tipsy) lads on Fremont Street last night in downtown Las Vegas.
One frumpy ringleader for the hate-mongers was basically stone faced as he shouted out his dire pronouncements.
"God hates Casinos! God hates fornicators! God hates homosexuals! God hates all that Las Vegas stands for," he asserted, as a crowd of amused onlookers gathered to take a gander at the odd spectacle unfolding before their eyes.
Well, they don't call Las Vegas "Sin City" for no good reason, darling!
In response, the rag-tag band of merry-makers - who found his tirade utter nonsense - danced a little hip-hop jig (which Nancy Grace would have labelled "The Devil's Dance") and high-fived the top of their banners in jest as they openly voiced their disapproval.
At this juncture, a chant went up on the packed street.
"USA! USA! USA!"
When one particularly hilarious dude made fun of the religious zealots, the leader of the group perceived his antics as an affront to the Lord.
And so, he proceeded to threaten that God would punish him for his alleged blasphemy in the end.
The upstart pranksters were mocking the born-again Christians and not the Lord or Christ.
The attacks on the folks on Fremont Street - and those residing (or visiting) the city - annoyed me for sure.
Typical of these holier-than-thou types, the protestors weren't even familiar with the basic verses of the bible, which underscored how sinful their own actions were.
"Judge not that ye be judged"
"Let he who has not committed a sin cast the first stone"
Would anyone honestly believe that God chose these hateful individuals to spread his sacred gospel to the world?
When I strolled up to one of the flock to snatch up a pamphlet (to determine what propaganda they were spreading) I was upfront and to the point.
"You're the ones who are going to be punished by God."
A look of fear swept across the sinner's face.
Today - I strolled into Walgreens, snatched up a copy of the Los Angeles Times, and sauntered up to the cashier - to pay for the newspaper.
Right off-the-bat, I spied three security guards hovering around the check-out area, but paid them no mind.
Just as I was plunking down the cash on the counter, I caught sight of one guard whispering in the ear of the other, which struck me as suspicious.
For good reason, my antennae went up!
After the clerk - a young African-American male (who knows me on sight by virtue of my frequent shopping sprees at Walgreens) handed me a receipt - I turned to find myself face-to-face with a 300 pound black security guard (a scant inch or two away and invading my personal space) glaring at me (and nearly blocking my path) with a nasty scowl on his face.
Immediately, it dawned on me that it was a scare tactic, and retaliatory in nature.
In the recent past I criticized a posseof police officers and security guards employed in the desert oasis - so clearly - the officer was trying to intimidate me once he recognized my face from my publicity still on my blog.
What an idiot!
For starters, there were witnesses present, so his misconduct was observed in plain view.
Notwithstanding, Walgreens cameras probably captured his brazen rogue behaviour on video-tape from one of their security devices installed strategically around the Fremont Street outlet.
Did he think he could intimidate me and get away with it?
Well, I am no shrinking violet, fella!
I don't tolerate security guards (or police offers) abusing their power (and violating a citizen's rights in the process) under the color of authority.
I'll haul his fat ass into court just to prove my point, if necessary!
It's also not a good idea to try to silence the press.
Once he learned I was a journalist, he should have backed off for heaven's sake.
I am entitled to free speech under the U.S. Constitution, after all.
Just shows 'ya, the goon has shit for brains, eh?
Notwithstanding the foregoing, it is important to note that I have personally witnessed security guards (and police officers) on Fremont Street harassing other individuals and violating their civil rights pursuant to the U.S. Constitution.
For example, the security detail on Fremont Street often tails unsuspecting tourists (and locals) down the street just because they don't like "the look" of them.
On occasion, I have also spied these losers shaking-down homeless people - because in their mind's eye - the individuals are a blight on the landscape (which gives a bad impression to visitors to the city).
Blame City Hall, not the needy!
As I have noted in the past, most of these so-called security guards on Fremont Street, are flunkies who couldn't pass muster with recruiters at the local police department.
So, they took a post as a security guard (the next best thing).
Unfortunately, a lot of these dim-witted dudes in monkey suits were once bullied as kids -and as a result - suffer serious psychological problems today.
Once they don their uniform - and holster a gun - they are suddenly under the false impression that they have big swinging-dicks between their legs.
These psychos are ticking time-bombs waiting to explode!
It is no surprise to me, therefore, that several innocent citizens have been "murdered" over the past year in Las Vegas because of trigger-happy security guards and cops who "lose it" while on duty one not-so-fine day.
The number of security guards in the employ of the city - who have been caught in recent days impersonating police officers - is alarming, too.
For good reason, the whole lot of these rogue out-of-control security guards and cops should be fired.
Surely there are suitable intelligent candidates (with a modicum of intelligence and common sense) - ready, able, and willing - to step up to the plate and take a pledge to protect and serve the community-at-large?
News at 11!
Unfortunately, there were quite a few bad vibrations on Fremont Street last night which were a downer!
For example, when tourists (and locals) trotted over to toss an empty beer can or piece of trash into a garbage receptacle, a nasty city worker barked out at them.
"Not in there," he hissed to startled revelers, as he snatched up the item and dropped it into a second bin a few inches away in disgust.
What an asshole!
If he wasn't so ignorant - or a least possessed a modicum of common sense or loving kindness - it would have been obvious to the crusty old fool that at least the "offenders" attempted to dispose of the garbage properly instead of just trashing the street!
What nerve - treating a guest on Fremont Street - in such a despicable manner.
Who wants to go on vacation and have some idiot who makes about $2 an hour yell at them out of-the-blue and spoil their night out on-the-town?
Then, for some inexplicable reason, a posse of hateful Holy-Rollers turned up on the strip waving a half-a-dozen-or-so placards (with inflammatory remarks crudely scrawled on their face) denouncing everything and everyone under the desert sun.
"God hates Casinos," a chubby man with all the personality of a slug hollered out on a megaphone.
"God hates fornicators," he insisted, as his pals stood steadfastly by his side handing out pamphlets (propaganda).
"God hates all that Las Vegas stands for," he boldly asserted to a crowd of onlookers - who gazed on in amusement - as a gang of twenty-something lads taunted the zealots with a bit of hip-hop - that Nancy Grace herself - would have labelled "The Devil's Dance".
More to come in a follow-up post!
But, the most unpleasant incident came about because of the mean-spirited conduct of waitresses dolled up in Carmen Miranda "garb" at the entrance of "Mermaids".
While I was observing the escalating conflict - between the upstart studs and the born again Christians - a young girl caught my eye.
"Sir," she asked me meekly, "Where did you get your beads?"
I was feeling in a festive mood last night, so - before I stepped out of my suite - I draped a few strands of colorful baubles around my once-naked neck.
"Mermaids" traditionally hands the sprightly-colored beads out to patrons once they stride through the front entrance on Fremont Street.
Since the dive was just a few steps away, I pointed in that direction.
"At Mermaids," I replied, "Just go over and ask for a strand of beads."
At this juncture, her father spoke up.
"They wouldn't give her any," he noted with a tinge of sadness in his voice.
At first I was dumbfounded, then I was angry.
Obviously, these tarted-up gals weren't mothers, eh?
Meanwhile - I had to seriously wonder - didn't these ladies of-the-night ever recall they were once little girls also fascinated with eye-catching sparkly jewelry?
To deny a 7-year old child a string of cheap pearls was beyond belief!
So, I have bestowed on both cocktail waitresses a "Golden Bitch" Award.
An artist is working on the design right now!
I envision an award crafted in the shape of a part of the female anatomy.
The first initial of the slang term for the sexual "organ" starts with the letter "c".
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Enough is enough!
For several weeks pedestrians on the Vegas strip have been forced to trot through the dark dank smelly gambling hall at Casino Royale for no good reason!
If you haven't noticed, about two or three times a week, the staff at Casino Royale plunk barracades out on the sidewalk (and block the pathway) with intructions in bold-face lettering:
"Detour through the Casino"
On each occasion that I have happened across the obstacle in my path, I have not noticed any workmen on duty - or construction underway - which would warrant the sidwalk being shut-down in such a fashion for hours on end each day (to the great incovenience of tourists and locals alike).
Is this just a deceitful attempt to steer potential gamblers into their seedy old dive?
Frankly, I am appalled.
Just betcha the place is rife with mould, too.
The nerve of those a**holes in the employ of Casino Royale!
Do you think they own the public street?
We're mad as hell and we're not going to take it anymore!
On the heels of the controversy which broke out yesterday over Michele Bachmann's stance on "trauma treatment" (a therapy technique used at her husband's clinic to convert gays to straight sexual orientation) Cher uttered up the quote of the day.
"Michele Bachmann is so stupid, she doesn't know her husband is (gay)," she tweeted.
One for the "mothers" of gays!
Wait a minute, that's not right.
How about - "one for the mothers of men trapped in woman's bodies" - eh?
Well, you get the drift of it!
Sometimes being famous has its perks.
Like today, for instance.
I was standing in line at McDonalds in downtown Las Vegas when a young woman spied me in the crowd and proceeded to point me out to the other customers.
"He writes lovely poems," she beamed.
Unfortunately - when I normally saunter into a fast-food joint, pharmacy, or retail outlet - the cashier's jaw usually drops as he (or she) proceeds to stutter and stammer and stare (and ultimately act like they have a piece of poop stuck between their fleshy butt-cheeks).
And - even total strangers attempt to glom onto 'ya - when least-expected.
For instance, yesterday I was walking along the Fremont Street experience when a young woman sidled up to me and tried to strike up a conversation.
At that juncture, I sped up my walk and attempted to glide off as politely as possible.
"Where are you going," she demanded after me.
I, for one, am not in the habit of reporting my travel plans for the day to a total stranger on the street!
How 'bout you?
Today, I sat down next to a fellow at a quick take-out (after neglecting to listen to my "inner voice" which advised me to sit elsewhere across the packed eatery) who promptly began to intrude on my personal space.
Within minutes, he was quizzing me about this 'n that - 'til finally - I was forced to inform the gent that I was quite pressed for time (and thus) unable to hold court (thank you very much!).
Obviously, this was an issue for Mr. Manners to deal with post-haste!
Folks, it's all in the approach.
Celebrities don't mind posing for a photo or signing an autograph provided they are approached in the appropriate manner and at an opportune time.
For instance, famous people - like any regular "Joe"- would prefer to eat their meal in peace when out-on-the-town for dinner.
Wait until the last crumb of dessert has been wolfed down before making a fly-by attempt at a signature for heaven's sake!
And, when privacy is an issue, stand clear - eh?
For example, years ago Paul Newman recalled that he was standing at a urinal in a mens room one day, when a fan strode up and asked him for his autograph.
"I wanted to half-turn and pee on his leg," he laughed to the talk-show host.
Proper etiquette dictated that a fan should have waited until Newman had sufficient time to at least "shake off" the last dew drops of piss from his penis (don't 'ya think?).
It's a guy thing.
And, don't just rush up and snap away in a celeb's face, eh?
They hate that as much as they hate being caught with a bit of spinach caught between their teeth!
If they are in a lively conversation with someone else when you catch them in your net?
Please wait until their gab fest with the other fan ends before barging in.
And, if possible, avoid questions pertaining to their pending divorce, a sex scandal, or how much money they make.
These lines of questioning are sure "turn-offs" which may land you a punch in the face.
Yesterday, I reported that I was a victim of a hate crime.
As I noted in a post yesterday, a demented homophobe - who hides behind the "mask" of the stage name "Lone Wolf Sullivan" - slurred me to a third-party in an e-mail (supported by documentary evidence) and thereafter (by his own admission) sought to "destroy" my name and reputation on the Internet.
For good reason, I was forced to file a complaint with the FBI Cyber Crimes unit to ask that an investigation be launched with the specific aim of a criminal charge for a "hate crime" (pursuant to Federal Law) be brought against Lone Wolf Sullivan.
Coincidentally, on the heels of these events, the Los Angeles Times published an article in the morning paper noting that "hate crimes" are on the rise against gays around the country.
A National Coalition of hate-crime organizations has reported that there has been a 13% increase over 2009 in violent crimes committed against people because of their perceived or actual sexual orientation, gender identity, or status as HIV positive.
Last year's homicide counts reached 27 (up from 22 in 2009) and were the second-highest total since the coalition began tracking such crimes in 1996. Of those killed, 70% were minorities and 44% were transgender women.
Part of the blame may be placed on people like Michele Bachmann and her husband who have been projecting (and promoting) negative images of homosexuals and gay lifestyles over the past couple of decades.
In fact, a controversy exploded in the media just yesterday when it was determined that Michele Bachmann condoned her husband's "trauma therapy" designed to allegedly convert homosexuals to a straight sexual orientation against their basic animal instincts (which every human experiences to the core of their being).
Experts in the medical field - all across the board - have condemned the stance taken by the Presidential candidate and her husband on the grounds that homosexuality should not be treated as a pathology as it once was way back in the fifties (!).
The general medical consensus today?
It is unhealthy - and may be more harmful to an individual - to force them to deny their natural sexual yearnings.
Although "hate crimes" might be expected from homophobes like "Lone Wolf Sullivan" and Michele Bachmann - believe it or not - the outrageous attacks also sprout from unexpected places, too.
In Law Enforcement, for instance.
Officers at the Nevada Highway Patrol - and a State Attorney General - engaged in hate crimes against me, too.
Readers may recall that a few months ago I filed a complaint against officers at the Nevada Highway Patrol for misconduct, abuse of authority, and rights violations.
Shortly after the investigation commenced, on two occasions, anonymous individual(s) attempted to post comments on my blog (the Tattler) which were replete with slurs.
For instance, in one "comment" the anonymous individual called me a "fag". In another, I was referred to as a "West Hollywood Queer".
Unfortunately for the anonymous "poster", I was able to determine who the perpetrators were because they included information which was exclusive to individuals involved with the investigation.
Subsequently, I was able to narrow the list of suspects involved with the "hate crimes" down to four individuals: Nevada Highway Patrol State Trooper Del Padre, Sergeant Charles Haycox, Chief Tony Almaraz, and Attorney General Catherine Cortez Masto.
In view of the evidence in my possession aappropriate action is underway.
If you have ever been a victim of a hate crime it is important that you take action by filing a criminal complaint with Law Enforcement (the FBI) to deter such conduct in the future.
By the way, there are other steps you can take, too.
For instance, I have learned that "Lone Wolf Sullivan" is flogging a book on Amazon.
I intend to contact the Executive Offices of Amazon and express my rage over the fact that they are conducting business with an individual who engages in hate crimes against gays on the Internet.
I trust that if they are reasonable individuals that they will pull the book and end their contracts with Lone Wolf Sullivan.
That is a fair and just action to take in a civilized society in view of the facts in my estimation.
Have a great day, eh?
Amazon is in partnership with authors who commit hate crimes!
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
A few months ago, I noted that I was becoming so famous that a posse of wackos were coming out of the woodwork (in some cases out from under slimy rocks) claiming to be long-lost relatives, old flames, and even old school buddies from college!
For example, one woman e-mailed me a communication in which she asserted that because we were related by blood, I was obligated to strike up a relationship.
I'm afraid that didn't sit well with moi!
For good reason, I ignored her e-mails thereafter and basically wrote her off.
Then, one day my antennae went up when I received an e-mail from Twitter informing me that a new tweeter was now following me.
The "nick-name" was suspicious, so I clicked on the link to determine the individuals identity.
The account was a bogus one created by the oddball woman aforementioned with the specific intent of "following me" without my knowledge!
Do you know the true identity of twitter members that are keeping track of your whereabouts?
It just might be worth investigating!
News at 11!
I laughed out loud today when I spied a brief (no pun intended) news report in the morning daily about the novel actions an Arizona Sheriff took to prevent inmates from lifting state-issued not-so tightie-whities (Casey Anthony can attest to that fact) from the local jailhouse.
Apparently, Sheriff Joe Arpaio has been known to distribute pink undies to the defendants in his charge, on the obvious premise that no self-respecting stud would ever be caught dead (or alive) in a pair "outside" on the streets.
I wonder, though.
Just the other day, I posted a story about two young hunks I spied strutting down the Vegas strip - stark naked - save for a pair of skin-tight pink bikini-style suits.
Maybe I got it wrong?
Just betcha, instead of honeymooning as I conjectured, the sexy twosome were just released from jail in Arizona?
For those of you who wondered at the time where to snap up a pair there is good news!
Sheriff Joe Arpaio has started selling 'em to the public mail-order.
To snap up a pair - the originals are etched with the logo "Go Joe" - contact the big-house!
Even at $15 a pop, I expect they'll be flying off the shelves, eh?
Last year, I noted that in the wake of my fame - which was (and is) growing in leaps-and-bounds - quite a few sleazeballs started to crawl out of the woodwork from the past claiming to be old acquaintances anxious to strike up a friendship once again.
In some instances, it was evident that a posse of "them" were trying to fathom some way to capitalize on my "fame" and the fact they may have crossed paths with me forty-two years ago (in a sly deceitful effort to rustle up cash).
For example, a few months ago a demented wacko - a so-called musician (!) - fired off an e-mail to me on the premise that we were both residents at Rochdale College (Toronto) when I was 17.
During the course of trying to determine who exactly this individual was (by way of a couple of e-mail communications back-and-forth) it became evident that the stranger was secretly pumping me for information to include in a book he was penning on Rochdale and the hippie scene in Toronto.
At that juncture, I cut off all communications with the hapless loser who goes by the curious name of Lone Wolf Sullivan (!)
In response, Mr. Sullivan proceeded to retaliate against me (he couldn't deal with the rejection psychologically) by publishing total lies about me on an Internet site.
Fortunately, I stumbled on the shocking post in April of this year and was able to expose the demented johnny-come-lately.
For instance - I immediately proceeded to set the record straight by publishing a rebuttal on "The Tattler" - in which I addressed each falsehood and misrepresentation of a fact in a straightforward deliberate manner.
At this point any half-way intelligent person - with a modicum of common sense - would have quickly admitted their errors, deleted the offending libelous allegations, and issued up an apology.
Instead, Mr. Sullivan persisted with his mean vindictive conduct which underscored that he had shit for brains!
Mr. Sullivan (fully aware that his previous statements were falsehoods) proceeded to publish a second post - not only rife with falsehoods - but brimming with silly comments which further established the man is a demented idiot with no reasoning powers (or sense of logic).
For example, in the post he noted that I changed my name legally, and inferred that I somehow committed a crime in doing so.
Does that mean that Marilyn Monroe and Cary Grant - and other notables in the "Arts" who have changed their names professionally over the years - are also guilty of a crime?
It should be noted - by the way - that the hateful wannabee uses the "fake" professional name:
Lone Wolf Sullivan
The truth of the matter is that the information he coughed up in an accusing manner (as if it were some deep dark secret I intended to hide from the world) is old "news".
For example, the Province Newspaper mentioned the fact that I legally changed my name in a profile they published on me in the morning paper way back in the eighties!
It is a matter of public record - and well-known to citizens around the world - that my birth name was Don Holyoak and that I changed it to Julian Ayrs.
If anything, Mr. Sulllivan has proved once again what a stupid slug he is!
In addition, he noted in passing that I was a ward of the Children's Aid Society - and by mere reference - inferred that it reflected negatively on me.
Was it my fault that my father died when I was a baby?
Was it my fault my mother was left with seven children she couldn't care for?
Was it my fault the government "took" me physically out of my home and made me a ward of the court?
Once again, Mr. Sullivan established what a despicable low-life human being he is!
Further, it should be noted that he has (on at least two occasions that I know of) criticized my writing ability on the grounds that I allegedly lack the ability to use paragraphs when I draft my posts at the Tattler.
I deliberately use one or two line sentences so that the posts are easy for my readers to browse through - and ultimately - to ensure that navigation at the site is a breeze.
In fact, over the years many readers have thanked me for doing just that!
Mr. Sullivan was too - duh - dumb to figure that one out.
A smart individual would have asked first why I elected to pen the posts the way I elected to before making such wild absurd assumptions.
And, this comment from an individual who has stated - on the record on the Internet - that he has never read my blog???
His lack of smarts really boggles the mind!
Also, he bemoans the fact that I referred to him initially as "Lone Wolf".
Mr. Sullivan first-introduced himself as "Lone Wolf" so I can't be faulted for that.
He also wailed that I libelled him because I accused him- rightly so - of despicable conduct.
Can anyone with a decent IQ honestly take this man's rants seriously?
Obviously, he has deep-rooted hostilities and is in dire need of therapy.
Then, there is the troubling issue of his homophobia and his hate crimes!
I first learned of the second post yesterday morning when a third party (who has also been a "victim" of vicious attacks by Mr. Sullivan) contacted me by e-mail.
In that e-mail Mr. Sullivan called me a "cocksucker".
Then, he proceeded to brag about his efforts to "destroy me" to the e-mail correspondent.
Here is the message that relates to me verbatim:
I just came across one of your entries on the internet addressed specifically to me. It's rather tame compared to the illiterate and very incorrect defamation and libelous "blog" that prissy cocksucker Don Holyoak posted on the internet about me. I have destroyed him with my own internet entries because of his attack on me.
Reg, what the fuck do you expect from a wolf? Especially one that makes it clear his intent is to sometimes, "shock, outrage, and amuse"? You wrote you were "shocked". Cocksucker Don Holyoak also mentioned he was "quite shocked" at what I wrote about him. That was my intent!
Further down in the body of the e-mail (I haven't printed all of the e-mail because part of it relates to personal information about the 3rd party "Reg") Mr. Sullivan makes another comment in reference to me as follows:
"What I told Don Holyoak before my internet destruction campaign and what I tell you now is this: if you find something incorrect or offensive that I have publicly written about you then just contact me and I will probably re-write it."
In view of the foregoing, it is apparent that Mr. Sullivan is a homophobe who slurs gays.
In fact, it is my position that his conclusions about whether I am gay or not, may be what triggered the libelous comments and attempts to assassinate my character on the Internet.
Hence, Mr. Sullivan's actions may be construed as a hate crime (a felony) which falls under the jurisdiction of applicable Federal Laws.
In addition, his boastful statements about trying to destroy me are troubling under the circumstances.
For instance, in view of the aforementioned facts, it is evident that Mr. Sullivan is mentally ill and suffers from serious psychological problems.
A review of entries on his blog also indicate that the man obviously has a "fixation" on me, too.
I have to wonder - why Sullivan contacted me forty-two years after he claims to have crossed-paths with me in Toronto - wouldn't you agree?
Notwithstanding, Sullivan acts like he is an expert on the history of my life.
In fact, all of the information Mr. Sullivan has twisted and distorted in his libelous posts, was gleaned from my first e-mail communications with him and entries on my post which reflected on the past.
For this reason, it appears that Mr Sullivan is a ticking time bomb waiting to go off.
I seriously worry that he may go over the deep end and try to cause me bodily harm, in fact.
For this reason, I posted a comment on his blog yesterday requesting that he immediately CEASE & DESIST or face legal action.
If Mr. Sullivan does not apologize, and delete the false information, I may also seek a restraining order from the court.
News at 11!
Controversial Rochdale College!
Monday, July 11, 2011
Lone Wolf Sullivan...Engages in hate crimes! Liar libels Rochdale College Students! Despicable demented loser!
I was quite shocked when I stumbled across a discussion board on Facebook, which shed a searing spotlight on a self-styled author – by the name of “Lone Wolf Sullivan” – who published a nasty piece of fluff in the name of Literature (total bullshit!) which he alleges is a truthful non-fiction historical novel written with noble intentions.
Although I have not read - “A Wolf Among Sheep” - it is quite evident from the hateful references posted on the discussion board at Facebook that "Lone Wolf " willfully elected to wrongfully twist and distort the truth because he obviously has an axe to grind with someone for ending up a total loser in life! (himself?)
The slurs (outright lies) he hurled in my direction - contradictory in nature when posts are reviewed on the Internet at a myriad of web sites - were nothing short of mean-spirited “pot-shots” (simply acid-laced barbs) dredged up to get back at moi (pay back?) because I snubbed the hapless hacker months ago when he was fervently engaged in a fact-finding fishing expedition to drum up juicy material for a book he was toiling away on.
For example, out-of-the-blue one day - “Lone Wolf” (a total stranger to me) - fired off an e-mail my way to determine if I was a one-time resident of Rochdale (known by my birth name Don Holyoak).
It should be noted that I changed my name legally to Julian Ayrs when industry folks began to have difficulty prouncing and spelling my name.
Because my days at Rochdale were so memorable – some of the happiest days of my life were spent there over the course of a few short eventful months - I responded to “Wolf” with open arms.
I get nostalgic for the past, in my “old age”, after all!
In a nutshell, I was quite generous (and giving) with my time.
In fact, I graciously provided details about my days at Rochdale - especially in view of the fact “Wolf” either had a very “poor memory” - or was not the individual he purported to be
Did he ever reside at Rochdale - as he so vigorously claimed - or was he just a sad wannabee inclined to cry-the-blues because he missed the boat a few scant decades ago?
At one point, a red flag went up, when Wolf put a strange question to me which didn’t make any sense in the grand scheme of thing/
At this point, it became evident to me that Wolf was not only “pumping” me for information, but trying to “rewrite” Rochdale history!
In fact, it became quite obvious – I am not stupid, after all – that he was trying to drum up “dirt” on me – and other Rochdalians - for some inexplicable reason.
At that juncture, I informed the odd-ball correspondent, that his question was out-of-line.
I immediately cut off all ties, and made a point of dispatching his future e-mails to the “spam” box once they ceremoniously arrived, without reading the bodies of the messages therein.
I'm no fool, nor am I a masochist, after all/
Curiously, a couple of weeks ago, I was surfing the Internet when I came across a short post on a Rochdale web site, wherein Wolf made mention of me.
In view of what transpired previously, I was surprised to find that “Wolf” spoke so flatteringly.
In fact, I could not find fault with anything he wrote.
I remember thinking at the time:
“Gosh, I hope my biographer is “that kind” when the curtain falls on me.”
Then, something strange happened after that, which sent me for a loop.
For instance, tonight – when I was conducting some research for a feature I am penning, I noticed a reference to “Lone Wolf’s” book posted to an open forum Facebook discussion page.
What an eye-opener!
In a nutshell, the writer attacked “Lone Wolf” for his disparaging remarks about the former residents of Rochdale (and me, in particular), and tore his so-called non-fiction historical novel to pieces.
In particular, I was shocked to read an excerpt about me, which was written by a vicious “Wolf” scratching at the door and obviously howling at the moon.
"Many former Rochdalians have re-invented themselves. And they have re-invented Rochdale College to suit their new identity. Don Holyoak, the quintessential Rochdale hippie in 1969 is now a prissy "artist" who pretends he was never a hippie. He wrote, "I spent two semesters at Rochdale College in 1969." Semesters? Fuck off, bullshitter! There were no semesters in Rochdale and he also lived there in 1970. It's ridiculous for him to claim he spent weeks on the road with infamous drug dealer Rosie, yet knew nothing whatsoever about drugs. You can't have it both ways and retain any credibility. He wrote about Judith Merril waving good-bye to him when he left Rochdale. This was impossible because she had moved out many months before. And as a so-called "writer", Don Holyoak really should discover the paragraph. I've never seen one in his "Tattler" blogs, so his writing looks less than amateurish."
Nothing could be further from the truth!
For good reason, I have decided to set forth the following pertinent facts, to set the record straight in my defense.
For starters, I have never “pretended” not to be a hippie.
On the contrary, if anything, I have boasted ad nausea over the years about my bohemian days at legendary Rochdale College (and elsewhere).
I am surprised folks haven’t rolled-their-eyes and urged that I "shut-up" already!
In fact, when I first stumbled on a website that was created to exalt Rochdale and its infamous cast of characters, I immediately posted a truckload of recollections for posterity's sa
In that post, I discussed my days at the “free” college openly and freely.
And, I bragged about performing in the streets barefoot, being arrested for dancing on a police car on Baldwin Street, and-so-forth-and-so-on.
By the way, Ms. Merril was in attendance on Baldwin Street the day I was arrested.
In fact, Judith tried to pull me out of harm's way, when a squad car slowly cruised through the protestors in the street.
Wolf is a liar, flat-out.
In addition, the scurrilous author accused me of falsely alleging that I waved “good-bye” to Judith (a well-known Science Fiction writer who was a personal friend of mine) who once resided at Rochdale during my heady days “in residence” there.
According to “Wolf”, Judith wasn’t residing at Rochdale that eventful day – at which point – he inferred that I was a liar!
In addition, he scoffed at the “notion” that I headed out on the road in a VW bus with the notorious drug-dealer “Rosie” (Bob Rowbothman) just shy of my 18th birthday (May 6th).
On both counts, Wolf libeled me, in a bold-faced deceitful effort to damage my name and reputation.
As I have noted on my blog - “The Tattler” - I was a ward of the Children’s Aid Society when I was a student at Rochdale.
Youth protective services actually paid my rent, which can be proven, by virtue of documented evidence on record at that agency.
At one point, when my social worker quizzed me about my future, I turned to Judith for advice.
The generous down-to-earth writer invited me to move into a spare room at her “new” digs in a quaint neighborhood she had just relocated to just south of Rochdale (Cabbagetown) after she quickly exited the controversial high-rise on Bloor St. West (a hop-and-a-skip away from U of T) amidst allegations of rampant drug use at the College.
My social worker was consulted to determine if the Society would have any objections to Judith becoming - in essence - my “foster mother”.
Just because Judith was not residing at Rochdale on the day I left for Vancouver in the VW van, doesn’t mean she could not have waved me off, as I stated in my "memoire".
What kind of idiot would surmise such a stupid thing without verifying the facts first.
Rochdale residents can attest to the fact that Judith was a constant visitor at Rochdale - even after she relocated to her two-level home down the street- especially in view of the fact an extensive collection of books she donated to the "free school" were on the shelves at Rochdale!
By the way, Celebrated attorney - Clayton Ruby - was hired by Rochdale to represent me in court on the charge of causing a disturbance.
Ruby established that the disturbance did not erupt until the police took inappropriate action against the protesters.
For good reason, the case was dismissed against me.
The whole incident was captured by Morely Markson - a documentary filmmaker - who used the footage for his insightful chronicle of the times:
(Revolution of the Electric Family)
The documentary also featured John Lennon and Buckminster Fuller and won an award at the Cannes Film Festival (1972).
It should be further noted that when TIME published a feature article on Rochdale, the respected magazine (the Canadian Edition) published a photo of my "black" room on the 6th floor.
I was thrilled because Raquel Welch graced the cover!
That dude, Wolf, has all the intelligence of a slug, eh?
Talk about getting your facts screwed up and jumping to ridiculous conclusions!
But, his falsehoods – and hateful digs – persisted.
In the paragraphs published above, Wolf infers that I never knew “Rosie”, and that I did not make any trek across the country with him and his motley band of friends
Rosie is still alive - until I am advised otherwise, of course - and can confirm that he was my next-door neighbor on the 6th floor (his ashram room was two doors down from mine) and that – indeed – we crossed the country together in a VW van/
At one point, we were actually pulled over by an overzealous cop (in Alberta, if I recall correctly), which sent the fear of God in all of us at the time.
By the way, near the end of our trek, all the passengers on board came down with a nasty case of the “crabs”
The whole gang of us (hippies!) were forced to check into a small Motel, so that we could purge our ravaged bodies of the blood-sucking little buggars!!!
Oh, Wolf also labelled me a “bullshitter”, because I allegedly stated that I attended two semesters at Rochdale College.
He boldly asserted that there were no semesters at Rochdale - or any curriculum - for that matter.
For starters, if you check Judith Merril’s resume, you’ll notice an entry on her resume which is mighty curious.
In her school credits, Judith Merril acknowledges a degree, which was apparently earned at – you got it - at Rochdale College.
Moreover, I should like to point out - that when I referred to my own registration at Rochdale - the references to “two semesters” were not out-of-line when the facts (and documentary evidence in support) are scrutinized in their entirety.
“Lone Wolf” was unaware of one vital piece of information that ended up landing him in hot water – and ruining what little credibility he possessed – in the process.
For the record, I should like to reiterate that the Children’s Aid Society paid my rent for the fall “term” (September to December, for example) – and the “spring” term too.
The Society also provided me with monthly “tuition” (expense funds) to cover vouchers for daily meals in the Rochdale cafeteria, art supplies, clothing, etc.
Coincidentally, David Hamilton - the brother of my English teacher (Mrs. Van Opedenbosh) at West Hill Collegiate - was a tenant in the ashram room right next door and he can attest to Rosie's residency on the 6th floor as well.
Also, it should be noted that David Hamilton - who was a student at U of T - purchased one of my abstract expressionist paintings.
In fact, my original art works are in private collections around the country.
The Vancouver Sun wrote a feature on me when I exhibited my "Graffiti" paintings at the gallery owned by Nelson Skalbania.
The profile features a publicity still of me posing in front of two of my creations. So, those who are interested in reviewing my work, have only to peruse the archives at the daily newspaper on the West Coast in B.C.
So there, bozo!
After spreading despicable lies, and totally misrepresenting the facts, Wolf was inclined to take one last swipe.
Although he admitted he never read any of my posts on my blog – “The Tattler’ – he somehow found “grounds” to attack my skills as a writer.
In so many words, he spouted off, in his book, that I needed to discover the paragraph (and inferred that my skills as a writer were amateurish).
Again, he failed to research my background, to determine the true facts.
For instance, I was published by Coach House Press when I was a lad of 17 (during my stint at Rochdale College).
In addition, the CBC broadcast -“Cottage Cheese” - short story I penned when I was residing on Vine Street in Toronto and attending Humberside Collegiate (which was well-received by their listening audience).
In 1982, I was a regular columnist (a recognized journalist) for the Province Newspaper (Southam News) in Vancouver (B.C.).
Today, I am also expected in show-biz circles in my capacity as a Film Critic.
Not to toot my own horn, though, Wolf!
I am just setting the record straight so your lies may be held up to close scrutiny – and for all the civilized world – to scoff at!
In the final analysis, Wolf – you’re a despicable human being - who should be avoided like the plague.
Thank you to the unknown stranger, by the way, who posted this observation on the Facebook site to set the record straight in my defense.
“Don Holyoak was a sweet 17 year old kid in Rochdale and Reg Hartt is an expert on cinema who showed films that were unavailable until the advent of home video. Both men contributed to Rochdale, and never did any harm.”
As to all the other hogwash “Lone Wolf” slung in respect to Rochdale, and a handful of the celebrated residents, I am not prepared (or inclined) to offer up any defense on their behalf.
At 17, I was essentially a dreamer, who soared to great artistic heights, totally unaffected in a fantasy world of my own choosing.
In the final analysis?
I was simply an artist, with my head in the clouds - who cared little about politics or the alleged shortcomings of institutions (or social butterflies flitting this way 'n that for whatever reason) - bitter cynical losers have always been inclined to run into the ground without rhyme or reason.
In sum, Rochdale was a special moment in my life - and no asshole (especially not one with all the personality, charm, and intelligence of a worm) will ever be able to take that away from me (or the delightful few who I crossed paths with in that era who deserved a kinder gentler assessment from the “Lone Wolf”).
I have re-posted this article because it came to my attention this morning (through a third party who was also viciously attacked by Lone Wolf Sullivan) that this demented individual responded to the above rebuttal a few weeks ago with a 2nd defamatory post that is rife with lies, deceit, and a total misrepresentation of the facts.
In the e-mail that was fired off to me at the crack-of-dawn, the other "victim" also included an e-mail communication from Mr. Sullivan, in which he "slurred" me and threatened to "destroy me".
It appears that Sullivan may be guilty of a "hate crime" pursuant to applicable Federal Laws in the United States.
In view of his threats to "destroy me" - and his disturbing demented actions to date - I actually fear that he may try to cause me bodily harm. For this reason, I may seek a "restraining order" from the Court.
The entries on his blog page - and his alarming conduct to date - suggests that Mr. Sullivan has a "fixation" on me.
For good reason, I am inclined to report these matters to Law Enforcement.
I have posted a comment on Mr. Sullivan's blog requesting that he CEASE & DESIST or face the unhappy consequence of his illegal threatening and harassing behavior.
Tomorrow, I intend to post - verbatim - a copy of his e-mail to the third-party aforementioned to establish the validity of my claims.
Also, I shall address all of the falsehoods he has posted, on the heels of my 1st defense post to ensure that all of these matters are of public record.
A couple of weeks ago, I penned a post on the controversy over circumcision raging in ballsy San Francisco (and the bold-faced effort to out-law the practice).
On that occasion, I focused on a handful of the issues from an uncircumcised man's point of view.
Over the past twenty-four hours major news outlets have been reporting that supporters (who refer to themselves as "intactivists") have rustled up enough signatures to place the issue on the ballot in the upcoming election in November.
The American Academy of Pediatrics - who have not taken sides in the heated debate - have issued a press release in which they underscored that circumcision has both risks and benefits and that parents should be given all the information available to make an informed educated decision about - what I refer to as - the "unkindest cut" of all.
A spokesperson for "Intact America" asserts that the issue is a human rights one.
"All people, male and female, are entitled to body integrity and nobody - for any reason - has the right to cut off part of another person's body when that person is too young to understand and to consent," Georganne Chapin noted for the record from their offices in recent days.
The group has argued - in a nutshell - that under bioethical principles, parental consent for medical treatment should only be permitted if the treatment being considered will save the life or health of the child. Circumcision is not medically necessary, according to "Intact America", and therefore violates those principles.
The risks involved with circumcision include loss of protective function of the foreskin, a bent penis, sexual dysfunction, and loss of sexual satisfaction.
In contrast, a lecturer at Harvard School of Public Health argues that circumcision is good for health reasons.
"Circumcision prevents HIV and penile cancer in men. It also reduces the risk of several sexually transmitted diseases in both men and women (including syphilis and herpes and cervical cancer in women)," according to Daniel Halperin at the Harvard International Health Department.
"Urinary tract infections in infants are about ten times less likely if the boy has been circumcised," he also asserted.
So, I rest the case.
Voters will decide in November if the foreskin should be "left alone" or tossed out with the umbilical cord.
God Bless the child that doesn't make the cut!
Today, I experienced an intriguing mystical phenomenon.
As I was yawning and stretching - and preparing to drag myself out of my comfy bed - an exquisite floral scent enveloped me and the entire Hotel suite!
According to religious scholars, the scent of roses - in particular - is a fortuitous sign that the Virgin Mary is present - or about to appear (bestow a spiritual influence) in the near future.
And, it is wholly possible, there may be a miracle in the offing!
In view of a quote I posted yesterday on - "not worrying about tomorrow" - the manifestation amounts to a confirmation of sorts.
The message is crystal clear.
Allow the future to unfold according to God's will, so that you can fulfil your true destiny in harmony with the cosmic design.
The RTC (bus line) has been hiring workers who lack the basic ability to effectively communicate with tourists and locals alike which has proven to be quite frustrating!
For example, at the "Deuce" transfer stop at Fremont Street and Las Vegas Boulevard the public transportation office has installed a gruff rotund Latino man who speaks in broken English and unable to comprehend the language fluently.
Because he is unable to effectively interact with tourists and locals alike, the poor souls are left in a flap to fend for themselves (or turn to other passengers for help).
Frankly, the situation is baffling.
Are there no competent employees at the RTC on payroll - who qualify for the post - who specifically speak and comprehend English fluently?
If not, maybe the RTC needs to hold a job fair to ferret out a pool of workers to rectify the glaring problem which is a slap in the face to English-speaking travellers on the RTC.
The uneducated Mexican with the bad attitude is better suited to sweeping out the buses or scrubbiing down the toilets in the terminal.
It is decent honest work, so I trust the hapless loser won't be offended!