Words of Advice:
"If Something Seems To Be Too Good To Be True, It's Best To Shoot It, Just In Case." -- Fiona Glenanne
“The Mob takes the Fifth. If you’re innocent, why are you taking the Fifth Amendment?” -- The TOFF *
"Foreign Relations Boil Down to Two Things: Talking With People or Killing Them." -- Unknown
“Speed is a poor substitute for accuracy.” -- Real, no-shit, fortune from a fortune cookie
"Thou Shalt Get Sidetracked by Bullshit, Every Goddamned Time." -- The Ghoul
"If you believe that you are talking to G-d, you can justify anything.” — my Dad
"Colt .45s; putting bad guys in the ground since 1873." -- Unknown
"Stay Strapped or Get Clapped." -- probably not Mr. Rogers
"The Dildo of Karma rarely comes lubed." -- Unknown
"Eck!" -- George the Cat
* "TOFF" = Treasonous Orange Fat Fuck,
"FOFF" = Felonious Old Fat Fuck,
"COFF" = Convicted Old Felonious Fool,
A/K/A Commandante (or Cadet) Bone Spurs,
A/K/A El Caudillo de Mar-a-Lago, A/K/A the Asset,
A/K/A P01135809, A/K/A Dementia Donnie, A/K/A Felon^34,
A/K/A Dolt-45, A/K/A Don Snoreleone
4 comments:
What'd he do again? Talk people into thinking crazy things? Encourage them to kill? Used Nazi symbology?
Ah... the good, old days. Nowadays, we'd be giving him a high political office.
When I was growing up in Eureka, I ran into Manson groupies a couple of times.
Once when I had a paper route and I was collecting the money, a nice woman invited me in while she got her checkbook from another room. On a typewriter on a shelf just inside the door was a plastic label from one of those label makers they sold back then that read "manson is love". I got the hell out of there with my money and never went inside again.
When I was in High School, my band played an outdoor party in a little place called Freshwater, and we ended our first set with a rowdy version of "Helter Skelter" that the crowd seemed to like. While I was leaning my guitar against my amp so I could take off for a minute or two, this woman with straight blonde hair and pale blue eyes came up behind me and said "Could you play that song again? It's my favorite song."
I was so creeped out that I ran away from the little stage they had set up and told our drummer about it, not what you would call rock and roll behavior.
I also think one of my mom's bosses, Jim McKittrick, was in one of the books they wrote about the Manson family, in a background piece that covered the counterculture in Northern California, because he represented an FBI agent who shot a guy during a raid of his cabin in the woods.
I know people who question whether Charlie should have done all of that time when he didn't do any of the murders himself, and I try to politely explain to them the concept of "conspiracy to commit homicide" and usually don't really get anywhere.
-Doug in Oakland
Would it be animal cruelty to leave his carcass in the wild for the coyotes?
The vultures wouldn't touch it, out of professional courtesy.
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