Here we are just before the dark ages.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
Last night was so exciting. Pukey took 3 or 4 extra percacet pain pills just to get ready, splashed on an extra gob of Jovan Musk, and carefully opened the buttons on his lone silk disco-shirt, the one he wore in Aruba.
The loneliness was gonna be over, at last! Soon, very soon, all those semi-anonymous names (about 2 dozen, in total) on the sign-up list , would begin to be matched with faces, with bodies, with phone numbers, with----who knows WHAT!!
The long nights blogging, while wifey snored upstairs were just a thing of the past. Reverend Jesse Jackson's words began ringing in his scruffy , cigarette-ash-filled ears:
I - AM - GONNA - BE- SOME BODY !
At last! Not a puke anymore! More than a feeling ! Tonight's da Night! Tonight Pukey and Looney (the French guy) were gonna get to hand out leaflets! Officially! If NRC granted them permission for a damn table IT MUST MEAN THEY REALLY EXIST, RIGHT?
With butterflies in his tummy (green ones, of course), he ran down the 18 concrete steps from 351 Dyckman, turned right, and jumped into Yardfart, which was parked nose-in across the sidewalk! His mind raced..... "NRC & Me...Wheeeee!" "NRC & Me...Wheeeee!"
"I BEEZE AN ACTIVIST!"
Over long years, the NRC tactic of trying to reach the public, at local meetings, had failed entirely, attracting, instead of "the public", a looney bagattelle of unkempt eccentric walking wounded angry-thingies, monstrosities that came to life once every six months, not under the influence of the full moon, like wolfman, but under the influence OF NRC ITSELF!
Pukey didn't know it yet, but he felt the rush!
AN NRC GROUPIE, ....AT LAST !!!!
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Thursday, April 26, 2007
SPANO PEES TRITIUM
Rug-headed county pseudo-executive Andrew (beetle-brow) Spano, in between bouts of going to China, and letting the Westchester Medical center go bankrupt,
has begun to notice, late at night, a certain Tritium Trickle effect. Angered to frustration by the natural element being found in an Indian Point steam pipe, and also being found in the river, Spano forgot to ask if the stuff is found in the air (it is) in space (yes, in the stratosphere) or in the oceans (yes, 3% of the ocean's mass).
Last night, Andy woke up for one of his 8 times-per-night pee events (he IS getting on in years) when the Tritium Meter he keeps in his bathroom went off as Andy emptied his aged and quivering little bladder! Andy was livid!!! He called Susin Tolchin immediately, but she was not home, since she was sitting there holding the tritium meter!
SPANO HAD JUST PEED HALF A LITRE OF PURE YELLOW TRITIUM!!!!
Tritium is a natural element formed by cosmic rays, and present in all water on the planet earth. It is not surprising to find it in Andy Spano's little pee-events, and its not surprising its at Indian Point, either. Andy immediately called CSI, The Journal News, and threw an evidence bag over Ms. Tolchin, who was still pumping the hand-powered trit-o-scope. Soon his home health-aide arrived and gave the beleaguered pseudo-exec his sleepy-meds.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Green Exploding Sherwood
A local kibbitzer, with time on his hands and a new computer, has been matching wits with himself on the blog circuit, posting as two opposing personae. As Porgie Penstinger , he blogs adamantly against Indian Point , calling it the devil's own power plant, and asking his readers (if any) "What would Jesus do?". Amazingly, he has begun another completely separate blog, calling himself "Entergy Slob" , where he masquerades as a nuclear employee, imagining Bart Simpsonesque conspiracy thoughts for a non-existent faux "Insider" at Indian Point, hoping to smear Democratic political figures by claiming that "Entergy Slob" really thinks they are great.
In reality, he is unemployed laborer Sherwood Martinelli, of 351 Dyckman Street, Peekskill. Unemployed because of illness, illegal migrant competition, and a pronounced fantasy streak, Martinelli lives large, courtesy of his working wife Pina Martinelli, telling her he is an activist. A blogger he certainly is, having crafted such luminous sites as "Washington Clitorial" (yes, you read it right), "Westchester Rent-a-Husband", and a fake "Congressman John Hall Blog"- having no connection to the real John Hall.
Having been roundly rejected by existing progressive political groups (Martinelli got his arm broken, politicking unsympathetic Grateful Dead fans in Peekskill), Martinelli has become Peekskill's own "Lord of the Couch", sitting in wife Pina's living room, pajama-clad, broken-arm-cast on high, and the stuffed remains of his deceased cat Dinero Boo on the coffee table as an ashtray, advertising he has an "open marriage" and that he "Likes mature women", he trolls the nuclear, and the anti-nuclear waters alike, equally, hoping to obtain a petition signup from a lady -- any lady-- suitably aged, and inclined, to hook up with the scruffy, bearded 51 year old vagabond over Merlot and cannabis, and plan great anarchist events, prior to getting down to more personally satisfying biological activities. He even will do yard work or grocery errands for her, if need be (so he advertises). I wonder if Pina knows.
The local blog-following public awaits the time when Martinelli, now pushing out some 35 blogs, agrees among his selves, and elects one of his split personalities chief spokesmouth for the whole crew of fake identities-- now numbering over a dozen.
Until then, regional talk about Indian Point, either for or against, is now swamped in Martinelli's dirty tricks, phish sites, split personae, trick blogs, multiple opinions, and all around poor behavior.This can only work to Indian Point's advantage, as a Manhattanville poll reports 47% of the populace hereabouts supports the plant, and only 33% oppose the plant. Therefore, muddying the waters can only impede the huge backlog of opinion-changing work the antis have to accomplish, just to draw even with the pronukes.........
In this, Martinelli seems to be everybody's worst enemy. Perhaps even his own.
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Friday, January 26, 2007
NEW ANTI-NUKE MOVEMENT IS DECLARED. NUDE PROTESTERS GATHER AT CROTON GARBAGE COLLECTION SITE! MANY CASES OF FROSTBITE ARE REPORTED!
For details, See more below..........
DANGER..... FOUL ABOMINATIONS ENDANGER PEEKSKILL REGION, GREENPEACE IS ALERTED TO BRING ON THE ATTACK SURFBOARDS!
Peekskill , February 2007. A foul odor emanating from the train station where Universalist Church members had been reading Das Kapital, and farting in protest against the happiness of modern society, has reach high into the streets of Peekskill, entering the yards of many Green Party members, where it is now indistinguishable from the aroma of boiling Tofu.
Protesting members, lying nude in their backyards for over six weeks have called Maurice Hinchey to come and throw some fresh topsoil on their rotting bodies, which are now indistinguishable from boiling tofu.
The sense of outrage, justice, victimization, and absolute silliness has enveloped this once bucolic city of 28,000 illegal immigrants, and about 450 non-Mexican residents.
To broaden their call to an ecumenical general rising, the protesters have also decided to shout the words "nuclear", "Indian Point" "peace", and "freedom" over and over, to keep themselves warm while living "off the grid" in their backyards, which are now indistinguishable from the aroma of boiling Tofu!
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